#my cheek was resting on his head and i was sniffing his fluffly hair

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It’s Not A Cuddle

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge 

Day Two ~ Cuddling

“Barnes, are you cuddling me?”

“No…”

“Barnes, it feels like a cuddle.”

“I’m not cuddling you Lewis.”  It’s petulant and makes Darcy want to snigger so hard.  She can hear the pout even if she can’t see it.  Currently her face is smushed into his right peck and the his arm is banded so tightly round her shoulder she can’t turn her head.

“Then what, pray tell, do you call this new action of holding me like a koala on a branch?”

“…  Pre-emptive, aggressive, self-preservation?”

What the actual fuck?

“Barnes, did Sam do the thing again?”

“……”

“He did the thing again.”  Darcy sighs into his shoulder and refrains from inhaling his scent, which is fucking hard because the man smells like heaven.  So, she stands and lets him cling to her like a limpet and pets his back gently, while plotting the best way to convince Clint to help her with some Nair, glitter and disappearing every scrap of towel or clothing from the gym changing room.

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 “Barnes, are we cuddling again?”

“S’not a cuddle Lewis.”

“I’m in your lap…”

“….”

“You’re holding me like a vice, how is this not a cuddle?”  her voice climbs a little higher, because really?

“Don’t want you falling off when you fall asleep.”  Wait… what?

“You’re anticipating help isn’t coming for so long I’ll have to sleep?”

“Sorry doll, you’re stuck with me for at least the next 36 hours.”  He sounds grumpy and strained but she knows he’s being all self depreciating, but that sort of shit isn’t gonna fly.

“S’not so bad.”  She tells him shyly.

“Yeah?”  

Was that hope in his tone she wonders?

“Yeah… I’m just gonna… not cuddle you right back.”  

She slips her arms around his waist and clings, because damn it they are stuck half way up a cliff, with a sheer drop to the ocean below and it’s cold enough to freeze the tits off a penguin.  Thank god for super soldier serum, Sergeant “this is not a cuddle” Barnes, ran hot enough to keep her from getting hypothermia and she wasn’t going to complain about him holding her close and sniffing her hair every so often. She wriggled a little closer and stifled a giggle when he grunted and tried to shift under her, keeping himself from poking her.

“That a gun in your pocket Sarge?”

“… shut it, Lewis.”  She hears the smile in his voice and presses her nose into his chest to keep warm.

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“This is becoming a habit.” She sighs as she holds onto his shoulders, her face pressed into his neck.

If she tries hard enough, she can almost imagine his voice insisting that it’s not a cuddle.  But Barnes isn’t here right now.  It’s the Winter Soldier that’s set up shop in her erstwhile crushes brain.

He’d lifted her up into his arms as soon as he entered the common room, her feet clearing the floor by a good six inches, then he’d hiked her up further with a hand under her thigh until she was practically sitting on his hip like a toddler.  It seemed sensible to wrap her legs around his hips at that point as he was quickly moving from the room at a half jog.  

Now they’re holed up in a safe room and he still hasn’t let her down.  

She’s not scared, in fact she’s pretty sure he’s the one that’s worried.  It felt like he thought he was being chased when he turned up and whisked her away.

Eventually, after hours he finally sits down, still holding her close and he cuddles into her and tucks his head into her neck.  Darcy feels like her heart grows three sizes.  Then she narrows her eyes.  She’s gonna fuck Sam up so hard for this, he was always winding Barnes up till he snapped. It had went too far this time.  If there was not a legit threat on the other side of that door and she finds out he caused this she is going to Fuck. Him. Up.

Darcy humms a little and runs her fingers through his hair.  Eventually he lifts his head and looks at her.

“Are you cuddling me Lewis?”

“It’s not a cuddle Barnes.”

“You’re wrapped round me like a possum Lewis.”

“You kidnapped me, I just clung on for the ride.”  She doesn’t stop carding her hand through his hair and he rests his head back on her shoulder.

“S’not a cuddle Lewis.” He agrees.

“Darn tootin.”  She grins as he tightens his arms round her.

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Four hours earlier

“This means war Lewis, you hear me, you’re a dead woman, I’m gonna strangle you with that fluffly monstrosity you call a scarf.”  

Sam come’s running down the hall, screaming at the top of his lungs, yelling threats.  He’s naked as the day he was born and there is not a single hair on his body.  His skin sparkles with bright neon orange glitter.  

He stops dead when he runs into Barnes and stutters to a halt.  He sees the switch over from Bucky to Winter Soldier and then takes off in the opposite direction.  

The Winter Soldier is on a mission.  Protect Lewis.  She is important to the maintenance of the soldier.  She gives the best cuddles.

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  It’s been two weeks since the Winter Soldier locked them in a safe room for six hours and Darcy has made headway in operation obliterate that bird brain Falcon.  Currently he’s found himself locked out of the Tower on five occasion, his security badges stopping working at the worst moments.  Darcy has Jarvis alert her whenever there is a good show to be had.

She’s in the kitchen pulling out a cherry pie when Jarvis alerts her that the latest inconvenience, she’s organised for Sam Wilson is about to begin.

“Right on time.”  She cackles manically.

“Right on time for what?” Barnes pipes up from behind her. Darcy just smirks and invites him to sit on the couch with her as Jarvis brings up the security feed for the private elevator.

She places the pie down and grabs two forks, handing one to Barnes as Sam steps inside the elevator, he keys in his security code and then uses the badge to confirm his authorization.

Barnes frowns and absently scoops up a bite of pie.

Darcy hold her breath, she’s heard rumours, nothing concrete, but she’s hoping that Tony really wasn’t joking about his security measures.

On the screen the elevator climbs half way up the tower before a warning alarm blares through the small confines of the box.  Darcy grins as Barnes’s lip twitch in appreciation of the way Falcon jumps and clamps his hands over his ears, swiping ineffectually at the security panel with his badge.  Then a klaxon sounds and Darcy feels the thrill of Saturday morning high jinks, as the bottom of the elevator opens and drops Sam down a chute that, damn, Tony had camera’s positioned all along.  The man is a genius!

A choked snort comes from Barnes as he coughs and swallows the pie.  Then he begins to grin as Sam screams, flying down the chute like a rocket. Darcy grips her knees and bites her lip hard, tears welling in her eyes, oh this is going to be so good.  And it is.  It’s everything she hoped for and more.

The rumours were true, the elevator was the one-way ticket to vat of slime for any unauthorised parties entering the private elevator.

Sam’s arms spun wildly as he was dropped ten feet above the open vat, clawing desperately at the air as he fell and landed right into the bright red goo.

The loud breathless laugh that escapes Barnes’ chest is the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.  He laughs until he cry’s and she joins him.

Then it’s like she’s lighter than air and he’s scooping her up in his arms and twirling her before sitting back down, Darcy now firmly ensconced on his knee.  He pulls her in and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you, Darcy, that’s the best thing I ever saw.”

“My pleasure.” She assures him with bright smile.

He settles back and she falls with him and he doesn’t let go.

“Barnes…”

“Call me Bucky, Doll.”

“Bucky…  what are we doing?”

“What does it look like Doll?  We’re cuddling.”

“Cuddling, huh?”

“Yup.”  He presses a kiss into her hair and she snuggles into his welcome arms.  Cuddling, yup, she could get used to this.

“I like cuddles.”  She breaths out as his arms tighten and his hand strokes down her back settles in the curve of her waist.

“I know.”  He raises a brown and she finds herself shaking into his chest as she laughs.

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