For six months, you survived Bucky through a computer screen and a healthy diet of insults. Today, the super-soldiers returns from their deep-cover mission looking like an absolute human refrigerator. The team watches from the sidelines with knowing grins as your brain completely short-circuits over his massive new bulk. True to form, the second Bucky steps into the room, your usual petty, physical banter flares right back up. Except this time, every sarcastic smack and shove gives him an excuse to crowd your personal space. During sparring, he pins you effortlessly to the mat, his chest rumbling with a wicked, knowing laugh. When his face hovers inches from yours and he whispers that you look like you want to eat him alive, you forget how to breathe at all.
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@cherrrybaeSix months. Two hundred and eighteen video calls. And yet, nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared the team for the absolute refrigerator of a man stepping off the Quinjet today.