Summary: Bucky didn’t intentionally break her trust, but maybe Sam has the right idea of how he can make it up to her.
Warnings: fluff, fluffy angst (maybe), Sam Wilson being immature, implied smut, language, hints at the reader having abilities but not explicitly mentioned.
“I thought I could trust you,” she says, bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout.
She’s not tryingto be adorable, her expression is fierce, but that just makes it worse. He should be taking her seriously but Bucky’s not sure he’s ever wanted anything more than to kiss her. He’s staring at that protruding lip and it’s all he can think about. If the circumstances were different, he’d do it. He’d lean in, nip that plush lip with his teeth then kiss away the sting. He’d kiss her until her lips were swollen and she was breathless. Then he’d do it again till she was delirious and light-headed.
She snaps her fingers a millimetre from his eyes, and it’s the disruption in his vision that brings him back to the room.
“You’re supposed to be making amends, Barnes,” she teases, “and here you are doin’ some shady shit to the person who took your ass in, helped you when you needed it most. We’re supposed to be able to trust each other.”
He gives her a crooked smile. “You can trust me, doll.”
