Stucky oneshots

Drunk Steve

Bucky didn't know how much Steve had drank before he got there, but he was definitely drunk. Tony had called him to come pick Steve up since he was unable to drive himself home. It was supposed to be an Avengers bonding night, but Bucky felt like some alone time instead. Now he had to play caretaker to a drunk husband.

"Bucky Bear!" Steve yelled when he saw his husband, running and jumping into his arms. Bucky barely caught him, readjusting his arms to keep him from falling.

Steve pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek before squeezing him tighter. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. You smell like Thor's outer space liquor, doll. Have you been drinking a lot?" He asked, moving to the kitchen and sitting Steve down on the counter.

"Yeah!" He shouted cheerfully. "Tony told Thor to bring it since everyone else was drinking and then he kept singing 'shots shots shotsshotsshots' and so I kept taking them."

"Did he now?" Bucky asked, turning towards Tony and giving him a look that said Why-Did-You-Get-My-Husband-This-Drunk?

Tony raised his hands defensively. "I just thought he would enjoy a little buzz like everyone else."

"That's just great." He sighed, shaking his head before Steve sniffed him. "What are you doing?" Bucky asked him, eyebrows furrowed as Steve continued sniffing him.

"You smell like..." he sniffed again. "Like Bucky."

"That makes sense. What does Bucky smell like?" He asked, curious as to his answer. He hated when Steve got drunk because his hangovers were never fun, but there really wasn't a cuter drunk out there than him.

"Like dog tags and musk with a tad of Old Spice and a tiny bit of sex." He explained, smelling him once more. "I wanna have sex with you."

Tony laughed, receiving another glare from Bucky.

"Okay, not right now, my love. Let's just get you home." He decided, picking him back up and carrying him out to the car.

"Can we get Taco Bell on the way home? I want a hamburger." Steve requested as Bucky set him in the passenger seat and wrestled the seatbelt around him.

"No babe. Taco Bell doesn't even sell burgers. They sell tacos." He explained before shutting the door and walking to the drivers seat.

"NOOO! They have the burgers I like! With the chicken and pickles!" He argued as he put on Bucky's aviator sunglasses despite it being past midnight.

"No, Steve, that's Chick-fil-A that you're thinking and they're closed right now." He sighed as he began the drive to their house.

Steve sighed dramatically and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Steven, put the seatbelt on." He commanded. Steve ignored him and crawled into the backseat.

"No thank you. This is fine." He sighed, laying down on the backseat. "Wow, I never noticed how good you look when you drive. You have one hand on the wheel, one on your lap. I wish it was on my lap."

Bucky laughed. "Not right now."

"When we get home?" He asked hopefully, sitting upright and hitting his head on the roof before laying back down.

"We'll see." He smiled. It was quiet for a few minutes before Steve leaned forward and licked Bucky's right arm. "What the fuck, Steve?"

He blew on it to dry it and immediately felt it with his finger. "I made it sticky! If you lick your arm and blow on it, it gets sticky!"

"Oh well thank you very much for that. I learned something new today." He said with sarcasm that just went over Steve's head. "We're almost home, stop licking me."