SamBucky/WinterFalcon Oneshots!

WandaVision! Pt 3

Bucky's POV

You'd think after two days of doing this, I'd get used to the feeling of waking up snuggling Sam. You'd think that it would no longer give me the same exhilarating rush to see him softly asleep next to me, holding me, and yet it does. It feels right, and I honestly can't tell if that's because it's what Wanda is pushing into my brain or if I'm actually letting myself like this.

But seeing him like this does bring pain too. Knowing I'll never be able to see his gorgeous chest, glistening in the morning light, so soft and smooth I want to run my hands over it all day. He must, in his real, unfiltered brain, think I'm perverted and strange...

He slowly opens his eyes, and grins, making my stomach swell with emotion.

"G'morning Buck," He whispers.

Before he can say anything else, he shifts even closer to me, pushing himself on top of me. I have to admit I don't mind the position he has me in, half-naked, looking down at me with a lazy grin occupying his stupidly handsome face. But that's when I feel a prickle on my skin, alerting me to the feeling I'm being watched once again. If this feeling of being watched means that the camera outside of the Hex is on me, I'm totally screwed.

Sam leans forward and brings his hand to caress my cheek, before slowly starting to play with my short hair. He's so close to me now that I can feel his morning breath on my neck, I can hear his heartbeat beating wildly in his chest.

He leans in even closer to me, shifting himself to be straddling me, breath tickling my ear.

In a very low, husky, and overall very totallyunattractive voice, he whispers, "It's the weekend, you know what that means?"

As he says this, his left-hand start to trail its fingertips down my cheek, and neck, until it's right above the hem of my shirt. I get the feeling he's not just talking about sleeping in...I think he's trying to get in my pants. Now normally, if he was actually attracted to me and this wasn't all a part of some weird fantasy world for an insane witch, I'd probably jump at the opportunity. I can't take advantage of him like that...

"What?" I ask.

And in the sexist voice he could muster, Sam says, "Chocolate chip pancakes,"

I sigh loudly, laughing despite myself, leading to him looking at me with such fond adoration. He quickly jumps off of me and throws on a shirt, winking at me as he walks out of the room. I get up slowly, mind still on the fact that all that was leading up to, that deep voice and soft lilting whisper, were used for fucking pancakes. It makes me kind of mad, in a wrong, lusty sort of way. Thank fuck the showers still work here. 

The second I walk into the bathroom, I can feel the invisible eyes watching me turn and move away, finally leaving me alone.

Monica's POV

This whole, superhero taking over a small town and forcing its inhabitants to act like they love it is really starting to take a toll on me. Not only that but the two guys that were recommended to help us, including the new Captain America himself, are now stuck in the Hex. 

I walk into the room where Darcy is watching what Wanda is projecting to the station. 

She doesn't even try to hide the bag of popcorn in her lap, instead, she holds it out for me and smiles, "Want some?"