i’m here for lazy team america makeouts on the couch. i’m here for team america impromptu dennys sessions at 3 am because they can. i’m here for team america cuddles with steve in the middle of it all because god DAMN that boy is a fuckin walking furnace. i’m here for team america domesticity
I am never sure if everyone counts Bucky in Team America but I often see him in there soooo idk I liked this imagery and felt like doin’ some Bucky, here is a thing.
Sam’s fingers slide over Bucky’s jaw, skidding over the first scratchy peppering of stubble, before he draws the other man in for a slow kiss. Natasha and Steve have already abandoned their impromptu who-can-fit-the-most-popcorn-in-their-cheeks-without-laughing competition to instead swap butter-flavored spit, which is maybe a little gross but Sam’s not one to judge considering he’s been snacking too.
It goes on that way for awhile, Sam licking every soft moan Bucky has to offer from his welcoming mouth, Bucky’s hand on his neck and his knee bumping Sam’s, until Nat crawls over Steve to get to them. She nuzzles her cute little nose up between their faces, nudging them apart so she can get to Sam’s mouth, putting her hand on Bucky’s chest to hold him away when he starts to protest.
“I wasn’t finished,” Bucky tells her with feigned indignance. Without breaking their kiss, Natasha jerks a thumb towards Steve.
“I’m the consolation prize?” Steve objects with a snort, “Gee, thanks, Nat.”
Sam laughs into her mouth and she bites his lower lip for it, perching comfortably on his lap for the long haul.