(it's 12:16 for me rn lol)
Bucky bit his lip a little at the photo, running a hand through his hair. So I attacked Steve's friend over…a photograph. He realized, swallowing.
Tony smirked, putting the phone away. "Uh huh. Riiiiight." he replied skeptically. "Sure it wasn't anything."
(oooh any fireworks?)
"It– wasn't what you're suggesting." Steve defended, "Whatever you think it was– or is…" He sighed, stealing a glance at Bucky with a quiet longing, "It isn't anything." Though I wish it was
(yeah! My poor dog was terrified out of her mind, though)
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. Sure. And the way you look at him is "just friendly". I get it." he said in a sassy, almost sarcastic manner.
(oh nooo :( Im gonna facetime my friends and watch the ball drop if i can!!! before i go back to school im dying my hair pink for kicks~~ tomorrow im jumping into the ocean with some friends + fam ahh)
"Tony," He urged, glancing at Bucky and trying not to sound too serious, though he secretly knew it was true– he looked at him like he was more than the stars; someone so special in his life there that were moments he was sure he was an angel. That was then, this is now.
(nice!! Ooh cool! ~~ohh that sounds really fun! I live in Nebraska, so no ocean for me rip)
Bucky glanced between the two, trying to figure out what exactly Tony was talking about.
Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. "Eh, fine." he replied, taking a bite of food. He shook his head a little.
(oh cool ur in the midwest? ?I think? I'm on the west coast~~)
Steve shook his head, just hoping Bucky's view of the Avengers wasn't too spoiled now that he'd seen them fawning over Steve and him. "Mhhmm." He shot Sam a glance, to which he responded with a shrug. Steve shook his head, deciding to change the subject, "Anythin' new going on with you guys?" He asked the group.
(ye lol. Oh nice!)
Bucky was silent still, picking at his food quietly.
Tony smirked a little. "Don't change the subject, Steve." He wagged a finger. "Have you had any luck in the romance department?"
“Hm? Uh, no.” Steve shook his head, not thinking about his answer and glancing at Bucky, his mind running circles of thought on what Tony was suggesting, “Luck? No, I think I’ve used up all my luck.”
Bucky sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. He didn't quite know what to say or do. He looked over at Steve for a moment, his gaze flicking around the table.
Tony nodded a little. He glanced at Bucky again, then Steve. "Uh huh. Sure."
“What do you mean?” Steve asked Tony quietly, following his gaze to Bucky, quirking an eyebrow and hoping he didn’t mean what he thought.
Tony smirked. "Well…straight guys don't usually fall asleep all snuggled up with another guy." He replied.
“Well—“ Steve said, flustered and trying to come up with an explanation, “Maybe I’m…” Not straight? His mind answered, “..The exception, and it’s not a big deal.”
Tony snorted softly. "Live in denial, then. See how far it gets you. We're still putting that picture on the fridge." He replied with a laugh.
“Denial?” Steve questioned, though knew exactly what he meant, “Denial of what exactly?”
"I think you know what, Steve." Tony reked, taking a sip of his drink. He smirked over at Steve.
Steve shook his head, clenching his jaw as he turned back to his meal. Tony doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm not like that. "I'm not in denial." He stated, trying not to snap at him so early in the evening.
"I don't believe you." Tony replied in a singsong voice. He looked around the group. "Come on, somebody back me up on this."
"Aye." Sam responded, covering it up with a cough and shrugging when Steve shot him a look. Nat raised her eyebrows slightly in a look that said He's right, you know. Steve looked around the table, taking in everyone's knowing or avoiding gaze, "Unbelievable." He smiled, though was slightly agitated; like they knew something he didn't.
Bucky's eyes flickered around the room, examining them carefully.
Tony grinned. "See, Steve?" He said with a smile.
"You. Are unbelievable." He chuckled, the tiniest blush falling on his face as he turned back to the gnocchi,
"Sam, this is really good– what is it, like, blue cheese inside? Hm." Steve nodded, trying yet again to change the subject.
Tony laughed, but didn't comment again, eating some of his own food.
Bucky glanced at Steve.
"Sorry," Steve murmured to Bucky, shaking his head and really wishing Thor would bust out that special stuff.
"They're obsessed with betting and that damn fridge–" He smiled to himself, remembering every time they'd put a new one up of them and the laughter that surrounded those moments. "It's a collective hobby."
"–Mood board." Natasha added, nodding as she glanced over at it.
Bucky nodded a little bit. "It's alright." He replied slowly, studying Steve for a moment. He understood what had been said, but hadn't really been listening all that closely.
Steve sighed in relief, Bucky wasn't totally getting the wrong impression from him or the others.
"They're just playin'." He chuckled, glancing at Tony, "It's just for laughs."
Tony smirked a little bit. "Or are we?"
Bucky shrugged. "alright." He replied, eating a bit more food. He didn't know how else Steve wanted him to respond.