Stucky:

(1940s - AU of the scene with the woman kissing Steve)

Steve stuttered as the woman got up from behind the desk. His mind was buzzing as she leant closer, speaking in sultry tones about the 'wives of America' and the thanks for rescuing the One Hundred and Twenty-Seventh. He had mostly done it for Bucky, but it was also the right thing to do.

He felt dumbstruck. She just kept going on, before her hand grasped his tie. He felt there was nothing he could do. He was pulled across the small gap between the filing cabinet and the desk. Then, his worst fear came true. She began kissing him, her hand still on his tie. He wanted to push her away, but it would be wrong, ungentlemanly. His mind was at war, what was the right thing to do?

Bucky stood up from the planning stable after being dismissed. He knew that Steve had an appointment with Howard, but hoped to at least see each other before the end of the day. He was frustrated with shared quarters, but even more frustrated that once had gotten his Stevie back, they couldn't spend a single moment together in private. Yet, he still had to play the skirt-chaser. It was harder to hide that Steve was the one he was stuck on, not whatever dame he was hanging about.

He walked around the shelf, his boots clacking on the floor. He blinked in disbelief as he walked around the edge of it, only to see his boyfriend kissing some blond haired bird tossing a line. His boyfriend!

He crossed his arms and let out an audible sigh. 'Rogers!' He demanded, making Steve and the woman jump about a foot away from each other. Serves her right, the damned broad. Steve looked up, guilt taking over his features as he furiously wiped at his mouth. 'Howard and Agent Carter want to see you.' He stated in his, as Steve put it, Sergeant voice.

Steve nodded, walking over to him and leaning a little closer than was probably socially acceptable, the flirt. They began to walk off towards Howard's workshop, the silence tense.

Bucky looked over his shoulder at the woman, who was sitting meekly in the chair. 'And,' he called out to her, making her stand to attention, 'Don't think your superior will hear nothing.' His voice was colder than he intended, but it served the point.

'Buck -' Steve began.

'What the hell was that Stevie!' Bucky hissed.

'She kissed me! She was holding my tie. I didn't know what to do!'

Bucky sighed. 'I'll forgive you, on one condition.' He said, raising an eyebrow at Steve. His boyfriend nodded and Bucky smirked devishily. He looked quickly around the corridor as they approached Howard's door, before giving Steve a quick peck on the lips. It was all they could risk, but it was enough for now.