#WHUMP IS MY WEAKNESS i have regrets and weird tastes

[cant-icle]

i’m, uh, going real overboard with this whump request and i might have to post it last so people don’t expect the same wordcount for everything lmao

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Imagine Tony having language kink - namely he gets turned on when Bucky speaks different languages and think he doesn't know. But Bucky is very aware and so he purposely speaks different languages (he knows many of them) and adds weird accents to english to woo Tony. May get smutty

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Bucky couldn’t draw his eyes away from thefrenetic genius. Tony was dancing around the workshop, running three differentscenarios in the 3D light projections, the music cranked up so loud that Buckycould feel the bass in his metal arm, throbbing like a second heartbeat. Tonyalso had a grape popsicle in his mouth that he was doing unintentionallyobscene things with as he talked nonsense with Friday and occasionally directedcommentary at his bots.

Bucky had come down to the ‘shop to have Tony dosome scans of the arm, but they’d been waiting almost an hour for Tony tonotice them. Friday had cautioned the Winter Soldier a few times not tointerrupt sir when he was working… At least Tash had come with him. Bucky had ahard time with coherency whenever Tony Stark was around and Tash helpedtranslate his gibberish into actual English.

It wasn’t, as most of the team thought, that theWinter Soldier was coming out whenever Tony was around, but that Bucky had areal problem with a massive -- and annoying -- crush. He was pretty sure Tashknew that.

“” Somehow, Bucky managed to talk just as the music died down and Tonystared at him for a long moment. Bucky squirmed, but Natasha’s dossier on thegenius had been very clear about what languages Tony spoke, and Russian wasn’ton the list.

“”Tash said. “”

“

“

Bucky said. “”

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Tony rolled his eyes. “Keep talking about melike I’m not here, I’ll just wait.”

“No, that’s okay,” Tash said, hopping down fromthe counter where she’d been sitting. “You asked to see Yasha about his arm,so, let’s get to it.” She dragged Bucky over to Tony’s workstation. “Oh, andTony?”

“Hmmm?” Tony was already setting up thehard-light spectral analyser.

“You have something, on your mouth, just, there.”And Tash poked her finger in the direction of Tony’s lower lip. Tony’s tongueflicked out to taste the smut of grape popsicle and something in Bucky’sstomach turned over and clenched. Great. Now he was going to spend the wholetime Tony was poking at his arm watching the genius’s mouth.

“” Tash said, patting Bucky’sshoulder.

“”

“What are you to talking about?” Tony asked,prodding the wire-frame into place, making a schematic copy.

“Cheeseburgers,” Bucky said.

“My favorite,” Tony said, easily, exploding theschematic to look at all the little pieces and servos and wires.

“Boss, you should stop there,” Friday said, justbefore Tony walked into the common room.

“What?” Tony stared at the room. “What the hellhappened? Did I suddenly invest in a bicycle company?”

The entire common area was covered in… cardhouses. The furniture had been pushed to the far sides of the room and anenormous castle dominated the room. Diamonds and squares, layer upon layer ofthem, nearly eight feet high.

“” Clintsaid in perfectly fluent French. The archer was perched on Barnes’s shoulder,like the Winter Soldier was a goddamn shooting perch. Barnes handed Clint twocards from the pack in his hand and spread his feet just a little, to giveClint a better angle.

“” Barnes’s deep,rumbling voice was even worse, when he was speaking French, all dark seductivetones and soft, provocative sounds. Tony leaned in the doorframe, casuallytucking his hands in his pockets to conceal the fact that his knees had gone alittle weak.

“ Clint said. He set the next layer of the house up, taking cards asfast as Barnes could hand them to him. Barnes stepped, moving as if Clintweighed nothing at all, so they could keep building.

“” Tony asked. HisFrench was a little rusty, but perfectly understandable, even if his accent wasa little tainted from Peggy Carter having been his tutor, so he spoke French asif he was from England.

“” Barnes answered andthe sound, God. Tony slumped harder against the door. He wasn’t sure what itwas, Barnes spoke English, and when he did, it was with a sweet, Brooklyn drawlthat could get a man hard with a few well-chosen words, but he didn’t seem towant to.

“” Clint added, like this meant anything to Tony.

Tony shook his head. He could watch this allday; the soft, easy way Barnes moved without stirring the air around him,Clint’s graceful, sure fingers, listening to the lilt of French on both sets oflips. They looked so damn good together. After a while, Tony felt he waswatching something private, like he was an intruder. He faded back into thehall and hit the button for the elevator.

“Penthouse, Friday.”

Playing chess with Steve was hilarious underideal conditions. The walking American Flag treated each game like a battle(and also like the pawns were actual people who’d be hurt and leave widowsbehind, which Bucky was not above taking advantage of) and concentrated with adeep furrow in his brow.

It was even better when Bucky was taunting himin German.

“” Bucky rumbled as Steve picked up his knight and promptly forkedBucky’s bishop and rook in the same move. It was a fucking good move, but Buckywasn’t about to admit it.

“Nice try, Fritz,” Steve said, not botheringwith German, even though he spoke it fluently. “You gonna move or what?”

Tony, who was watching the game, brightenedsuddenly. He gave Bucky a very deliberate look, then said in fucking Romanian-- that certainly wasn’t on the dossier! -- “”

Bucky blinked. God damn, he was fucking blind.  

“Hey, no hinting, Tony,” Steve said, throwing apillow off the couch at the chair where Tony was sitting. The pillow took Tonyin head with a dull whump and knocked his blue sunglasses right off his face.

“That’s not what I said,” Tony said, reachingfor his glasses at the same time Bucky recovered them. Their fingertips brushedlightly as Bucky dropped the shades in his palm. It was like getting anelectric jolt as their skin touched.

Bucky drew his hand back, almost reluctantly.

“So what did you say?”

Bucky made the move that Tony suggested, thenglanced at Tony over Steve’s shoulder. “” Bucky answered in German.

Steve swore, colored a deep, brilliant pink, andchoked on air. Tony only looked puzzled, which was good.

“Stark!”

“What? I admit everything, I regret nothing,”Tony responded, spreading his hands.

It wasn’t hard to get Steve into checkmate afterthat. Three moves, just as Tony predicted.

The Winter Soldier was… not good for delicateoperations. Tony knew that. Captain America knew it (although Steve made verysure that everyone knew exactly how disappointed Cap was with people for theirjudging-books-by-their-covers attitudes.) But that was okay, because Tonydidn’t really want Barnes along for this one.

After the huge travel ban, too many foreignnationals had ended up stuck in airports, families separated. And then therewas the bombing; too many people afraid and no one thinking straight. Theentire customs area of the airport had been hit, the injuries were horrific.Tony brought the Avengers out in force, for the face-time. To visit the injuredkids in the hospital, to start the repairs, to generally scowl disapprovinglyat presidential politics.

The usual. Barnes was good at scowling. Tony puthim on talk-to-Fox-news duty, while Tony went to the hospital to visit, chat,make people happy, pay their hospital bills.

And it was good that Barnes wasn’t there,because there were four families there who didn’t speak English, and findingout that Tony spoke Russian and German (and Italian and Chinese, too, butBarnes hadn’t used those yet) was probably going to cost him a lot of fun. Alittle heartbreak, but mostly fun. He still hadn’t figured out if Barnes wasserious, or just being an asshole. Could be both. Steve was often an asshole,and they were best friends, so, anything was possible.

No sense showing his hand, though, if Tony andBarnes were still bluffing each other in lingo-poker.

So Tony went, hobnobbed, signed photos, did theschtick. He was good at it, and a lot of times, even enjoyed it. Talking toreal people was a lot better than talking to socialites at high end parties. Itwas one of the better parts about being an Avenger, and he’d come to expect it.

What he didn’t expect -- although in hindsight,he probably should have -- was that someone was filming him. Cell phone cameraswere popular, everyone was doing it for the Vine (or whatever had replacedVine, because that was so 2016) and posting to their liveblogs.

Which meant when Tony got back to the Tower,Barnes was scowling. At him.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“You speak Russian,” Barnes said, glaring. Hischeeks were flushed red, but Tony couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or angry.

“Aaaand, you speak English,” Tony pointed out,backing up a little and finding himself suddenly up against a wall, which…well, okay, so it was hot, and he might have liked the way Barnes’s body wasnudging up against his, but at the same time, he wasn’t entirely certain thathe wasn’t about to get strangled. So, little bit nerve-wracking.

“You knew what I was saying.”

“” Tony said, in German,because he might as well be hanged for a chicken as an egg.

“You didn’t say anything,” Barnes said. “Whynot?”

“Kinda waiting for you to say it to me.”

Bucky licked his lips, leaned in, and verysoftly whispered, “Wo xiang zho ai.”

Oh. Well, in that case.

Tony tilted his head just before Barnes’s mouthcame down on his. Nice what a polyglot could do with their lips.

Note: wo xiang zho ai - chinese for “wanna havesex?”

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