Anonymous said: Hi i really love your writing and was wondering if youre still doing the dialogue prompts could you please do "oh fuck, OH FUCK." for stucky
It’s been a while since any important shit has happened. New York is just chillin’. Citizens are all doing their own thing. There’s like…honestly nothing to do around Avenger’s Tower.
So Bucky and Clint figure it’s a phenomenal time to start tripping balls on whatever experimental inhalant Tony just finished. (Clint stole it from his lab, if you’re wondering—did the whole Mission Impossible thing and descended from the ceiling on a wire, snatching the canister without so much as even touching the ground.)
And now, a good few puffs in, Bucky is seeing colors and movement and a whole bunch of other cool shit that he’s never seen before. It’s fucking great.
"Holy—" Clint gasps, pointing into the air, "D’you see that?"
"That!" He points aggressively, stabbing at the air with his finger like Bucky is goddamned blind to miss the purple ostrich floating by the door.
But Bucky’s got an awesome trip going, suddenly mystified by the liquid harp strings of color stretching out before him. “Jesus…”
The sound of the aerosol canister firing behind him breaks up the hallucination, and then he feels the can being pressed into his shoulder.
Bucky inhales a little more, not much time progressing before he’s seeing concrete objects like Clint was a minute ago.
Then Steve walks into the room.
"STEVE fuck, look at the fuckin’—do you see that?" Bucky blabbers, running over to him like an excited dog greeting its owner because this is cool and he wants to make sure Steve sees the coolness too.
Steve’s eyes scan the room, an obviously concerned and confused expression slowly fixing itself onto his face. “Uh…what am I looking at?”
"I didn’t know elephants could bend like that!"
Then Steve’s gaze fixes on the canister that has been forgotten on the floor. And..yeah, that explains it.
"Does Tony know you guys have that?"
Clint explodes with laughter, doubling over himself in the corner and clutching at his stomach. Bucky follows suit, but it’s one of those silent things when he laughs so hard that no noise comes out.
And Steve just kind of…stands there. “I’ll take that as a no.”
"Tony Stork," Clint says underneath his breath. And then he and Bucky make eye contact and burst into another fit of laughter.
This one lasts much longer, the two of them high on experimental inhalant and hilarity. Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut as he gasps for breath. “Oh fuck…OH FUCK!” Because then he’s thinking about it again, “Tony Stork!” and Jesus Christ that is just the funniest thing ever. Even funnier than the giant sea cucumber that’s currently ricocheting off the walls.
Meanwhile, Clint is barreling out of the room, on a mission. “Natasha needs to hear this shit!” And then he’s gone.
Steve, on the other hand, has used the momentary distraction to hide the canister in one of the cupboards before gently approaching Bucky, who is now collapsed on the floor, nearly in tears from laughing so hard.
"Steve!" Bucky cries out, reaching up with grabby hands when Steve’s feet reach his side. "Stevie! Pick me up, friend!"
"Wow, someone’s mushy," Steve grins, then grabs onto Bucky’s hands and pulls him up.
"I don’t—" and then Bucky is launching himself onto Steve’s back, latching his arms around his neck and legs around his waist. And Steve would normally be monumentally concerned to see his friend like this: loose, ecstatic, clingy. But he knows what caused it and he knows that it’s probably going to wear off soon and maybe he kind of likes Bucky like this. Loving.
Then Bucky leans around and forward, planting the sloppiest, wettest kiss ever on Steve’s cheek.
And Steve has to try so fucking hard not to stutter and blush and be totally obvious. “I’ll chalk that up to you being high,” he smiles.
And Bucky giggles with satisfaction before digging his feet gently into Steve’s sides like he’s riding a horse. “Mush.”