One thing can always lead to another in Stark's tower, especially when there is alcohol involved. The team knows that you and Bucky can't stand each other. You never back down from a challenge or shy away from a dare. Now let's see what happens when the game is against you.

We've all been drinking and having a good time celebrating Natasha's birthday.

"Oh I have an idea!" Nat suddenly says, "let's all play truth or dare!"

"Yes!" I agree excitedly, "I have an app on my phone for it!!"

"You have a truth or dare app on your phone?" Bucky asks raising a brow.

"Yeah got a problem with that, Cyborg?" I give him the same look.

"Just get to the app," Wanda intersects.

I pull my phone out and open the app.

"Clean version, or 21+ version?" I ask everyone.

"What's the difference?" Steve asks.

"21+ is gonna have sexual things and dares involving alcohol," I look around to everyone.

"21+," Bucky says with a smirk.

Everyone agrees so I click the selection.

"Ok everybody picks seat and stay there, cuz it has dares that involve interacting with each other," I say as everyone sits down.

Nat sits to my right, Sam to my left.

"Since Nat is the birthday girl, she gets to go first," I pass her my phone, "just press truth or dare and it will give you one."

"Ok, dare," she presses it and reads the dare out loud, "Kiss the person to your left for ten seconds."

She looks at me with a grin.

"Well hey there beautiful," she says cheekily.

"Why hello," I grin back.

We lean to each other, out lips connecting. We move in sink with each other, my hand finding her jaw as I deepen the kiss, asking entrance with my tongue. She gives it to me, letting me explore.

We finally pull away slightly breathless as we giggle.

I lean back and find everyone staring, some in shock others with grins of amusement at the others reactions.

"I think that was a little more than ten seconds," Sam says with brows raise.

"Y'all just jealous," I say with a wink.

Nat passes my phone to Clint who presses truth.

"When was your first kiss?"

"Uh," he thinks for a second, "fourth grade, Grace Hidey."

"Ooooo," Nat and Wanda say in unison.

We all laugh and I look across from me. Bucky sits there, laughing at Clint along with us.

The phone is passed to Wanda.

"Take a shot."

Tony pours her a shot. "Here ya go."

She downs it, her face scrunching at the sensation.

We clap and cheer, just because.

Steve takes the phone.

"What's the dumbest thing you've ever done? Oh god," he starts on a story that has us all dying.

"I still can't believe you did that," Bucky says still laughing.

"It's only cuz you said it was a good idea!"

We all go into another fit of laughter.

"Ok ok, my turn," Bucky takes my phone.

"Shit," he tries not to laugh, "I should have picked dare. If you had to have sex with one person in the room, who would it be?"

He looks around at everybody, before his eyes settle on Steve.

"Hey ya bud," he says with the broadest smile, as he drapes his arm over Steve's shoulders.

We all bust out laughing again.

The game goes on and finally reaches me.

I press dare.

Give the person across from you a two minute lap dance.

My jaw drops.

"Oh hell no."

Sam looks at the screen.

"OH SHIT!!" he looks from the phone to Bucky and back to me, "OH SHIT!!"

He starts dying.

"Girl do the dare and get it over with," he says through tears.

I heave out a groan and read it aloud.

Everyone's jaws drop as they look at Bucky, his face chizeled with a smirk.

He looks me right in the eyes, challenging me to do it.

Well you know what?
Challenge accepted.

I get to my feet and make my way to him.

"Oh shit," Sam sobers, "this is really bouta happen."

I sit on his lap, legs straddling him, and my arm in the couch beside his head.

I lean in and whisper in his ear, "Try not to enjoy this too much."

I lean back and start.

Somewhere in the middle of it I can feel him get a hard on and his hands go in my hips.

I smirk as the timer goes off and I get up and go back to my seat.

"Well that was hot," Nat says with a chuckle.

She takes her turn and passes the phone.

We keep going, taking shots, telling stories, Wanda and Vision making out and many other things.

I pick truth this time around.

"What is your biggest fear?"

I don't look at anyone, bad memories flooding in.

"Fire," I finally say, my fingers rub against some of the scars on my wrist, "fire."

I pass the phone to Nat not wanting to think about it anymore.

It's something I haven't told anyone. I zone out thinking back to the incident.

The power plants explosion took a lot of people's lives, I was one of the lucky ones. Or maybe not so lucky.

I spent months in the hospital healing. My powers showed up not long after. I can radiate enough heat to melt through even vibrainium.

It's Bucky's turn again.

"Play seven minutes in Heaven," he pauses and looks up at me with a grin, "with the person across from you."

"Ok Mr phone, you and I are gonna have some words later," I say looking at my phone.

Bucky gets to his feet, "come on doll we gotta game to play."

His little smirk pisses me off, he's challenging me again.

I get to my feet.

"I guess we do."

I lead the way out of the room, and down the hall, "you guys don't need to wait on us," I yell to he others as Bucky follows me.

I'm not sure which room I'm heading for, maybe one of the farthest ones to stall on time.

I'm suddenly pulled into one of the rooms.
Bucky's room.

I'm slammed against the wall and trapped by his arms. I can clearly see that he's pissed.

"You're such a fucking brat," he growls getting close to my face.

"The fuck did I do?" I asks defensively before thinking back to my dare. I smirk. "Oh is little Cyborg frustrated cuz his pleasure was cut short?" I pout sarcastically.

His robotic hand goes to my throat.

"Take that as a yes."

He suddenly lifts me by my jaw, my legs instinctively trying to wrap around him for stability. He pressed me to the wall with his body, making me feel his hard on against my core.

I gasp at the sensation.

"You're gonna take care of this, doll," he growls in my ear, rocking his hips against mine again.

A small moan leaves my throat.

He pushes my head back, attaching his lips to my neck as he rocks his hips again, teasing me.

He takes me away from the wall and throws me on his bed backing away from me while starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Strip," his voice is gruff.

"Like hell," I say getting up.

He's right in front of me, his metal arm on my jaw again, his torso bare.

"I said strip," he orders again through gritted teeth.

His tone turns me on.
What the hell?

He steps back and watches me, waiting for me to do as I'm told.

I hesitate, but my fingers find the hyme of my shirt, lifting it over my head.

I let the garment fall from my hands as I cross my arms over my body, trying to hide my scars.

"Where are those from?" He asks looking at my body.

"The exposition, I was luckier than others," I can't meet his eyes.

He steps closer to me, removing my arms from my midsection. He's fingers trace along my scars as he circles around me.

He moves my hair aside and places his lips along one of my larger scars. The sensitive skin sending signals through my body.

His hand goes to the clasp of my bra.

"I do believe I said to strip," his voice is softer as his lips ghost my ear and my bra falls from my body.

He pulls away from me as I undo my pants, removing the last of my garments.

I look at the time.

There's only two minutes left.

He notices what I'm doing.

"Doll," he starts, "we won't be going back to the others."

I look back at him, finally meeting his eyes.

He comes close to me again and I lower my gaze to the floor.

He puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze to his.

He presses his lips to mine, guiding one of my hands to his chest. His other hand slides behind my neck, deepening the kiss.

I can feel his heart quicken under my touch, causing my own pulse to mimic it, my skin heating up.

He urges me to the bed, placing me down on my back as his metallic hand wanders my body. The cool metal sends small shocks through my body from it's chilled touch, making me squirm beneath him.

I've never let a man touch me this way, never let one see my body, yet here I am allowing Bucky to explore as he pleased.

My hands go to his biceps as his tongue dominates mine, his metal fingers gliding up my inner thigh.

My pulse quickens more, the temperature of my skin rising with it.

Bucky's lips leave my new and begin to trail down my neck.

I can feel my skin boil more.

"Ah," he pulls away quickly, yanking his human arm away from my touch.

"Wha-," I don't even finish the word.

He can't touch me. And I can't touch him.
My skin is to hot.

I sit up as a tear escapes my eyes, immediately sizzling to nothing but steam.

"I'm sorry," my voice is thick as I stand up to grab my shirt. It burns to ash the moment I touch it. "Shit."

I quickly walk to his bathroom and turn the faucet to it's coldest setting.

The metal of the handle begins to melt so I pull my hand away quickly.

Bucky's hand appears and changes it to the shower for me.

I don't even look at him as I step under the water. It instantly turns to steam as it collides with my body and I sink to my knees as it begins to cool me down.

I can never be with anyone, I'll just hurt them.

BUCKY'S POV
I watch as she cries, unsure what to do as I kneel next to the tub.

One moment I was above her and the next her skin was a white hot branding iron.

I notice that there isn't as much steam coming off of her.

I place my hand on her shoulder. It's a  normal temperature now.

"I'm sorry," she says through tears.

"For what?"

"I hurt you," she hugs her arms.

"I'm fine," I try to sooth her, "it was just a small burn, we can always try again."

"No we can't," she voice breaks, "my skin. I'll just hurt you again."

I think about it. He skin only started to heat up when we started being intimate.
But now she was cooled off, I can touch her again without my hand burning off

An idea pops into my head.

YOUR POV
His hand retreats from my shoulder and I hear him stand.

I hear clothing shift and the look up at him.

He's removing his pant.

"Stand up," he says gently.

I slowly stand, watching him become completely naked before me.

He steps in beside me, closing the curtain, and reaches up to the shower head. He angles it so that the water hits the wall next to me.

"What are you-"

He pushes me to the wall, not too roughly but rough enough to turn me on.

Oh no.

"Bucky," I gasp, "I'm going to burn you again."

He reaches up to the shower head again, fixing it so that it hits my body perfectly.

Wait.

I look back at him, a knowing smirk on his lips.

"Guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were," I give him a smirk of my own.

"Oh?" He say in mock defense.

He lifts me by my thighs, wrapping my legs around him as he smashes his lips to mine.

I can feel my skin heating again, but the cold water keeps it reasonable.

I can feel his hard member against my core.

"Bucky I-," I pause embarrassed, "I'm-"

"I know," he says resting his forehead on mine, "it was kind of obvious when you freaked out about burning me."

He chuckles making me chuckle with him.

His thumb finds my clit, tracing circles over it.

I let out a small breathy moan, more steam rising from the water.

He enters a finger, then another as his thumb continues it's work. I clench around his fingers as the knot in my stomach grows tighter

"I want you," his voice is husky in my ear.

"I thought you would rather fuck Steve," I grin, recalling the game with the others.

He looks back at me with a mischievous grin, removing his fingers. I whimper from the loss.

"I've changed my mind."

He slams his lips to mine again, his member grinding against me. He lets out a groan.

We pull away for air.

"Then have me," I look into his lust filled eyes, running my fingers through his hair.

His tip teases my entrance, his eyes searching my for any hesitation.

"James," I whisper, my hand on his cheek.

His eyes ignite with passion and he enters me swiftly.

I let out a scream that's a mix between pain and pleasure as I dig my nails into his back.

"Fuck," he groans as he stays still for me to adjust.

I open my eyes and find him looking back at me.

"Say it again," his thumb caresses my hip.

"James," I repeat softly.

He pulls out slowly and pushes back in, electing moans from both of out lips.

I say it again, loving the way his fingers dig into my hips as I do.

He begins to quicken his pace, burning his face in the crook of my neck. I lace my fingers in his hair as delicate moans leave my lips.

"Fuck," I moan as he slams into me harder, "James!"

I relish in the power that one word has over him as his metal hand find my clit, rubbing it harshly.

More steam rises.

He sucks on the sweet spot of my neck  as he pounds into me.

His name and a string of curse words continue to leave my lips, the knot in my stomach becoming almost to much.

I can feel him twitch inside of me.

"Fuck," he groans pulling back to see my face.

"James," I look into his eyes ready to go over the edge.

"Let go," he says gruffly, increasing his pace and rubbing my sensitive bud more harshly.

I throw my head back, my orgasms hit me like a bus, as I release onto him.

He shortly follows, letting out a strangles moan. His seed fills me, coating my walls as he rides out our highs.

He sets me down and runs his hands along my body, gaging my temperature, before turning the water off and fixing the shower head.

He sits down, guiding me to sit beside him, as he wraps his arm around me and presses a kiss to my head.

We sit in silence, my head in his chest as I draw lazy circles on his stomach.

"So what now, James?" I ask looking up at him.

He looks down at me before pulling me to straddle his lap, his hard member against my thigh.

"Stark's water bill is gonna start being very high," he smirks as he leans over to turn the water back on.

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