He owes the best sex of his life to Tony Stark, and he begrungly realizes it. Well, to Steve and Tony. If Steve hadn't complained about his inability to get drunk, Tony would've never bought a liquor distributing company to create an alcohol that could permeate even super soldier bodies. After a few trial and error mistakes, the sole Stark had created was a smokey bourbon that burned lightly, and fucked them up royally. While he thought she'd disapprove, Wanda was oddly game for it.

"You deserve to let loose a little," she'd said, raising her hands in mock defense. "So by all means, enjoy."

If by that she had meant 'fuck me until I'm shaking' then he had fully listened to her.

Bucky peeks his head out of the bathroom, bracing himself on the doorframe loosely. Wanda's leaning against the bed frame, her nude form barely covered by the sheets. Hair sticking to her neck, knee propped up, she looked like she'd been through a hurricane.

"We might have to get you drunk more often." She sighed, catching his eye. He gave her a goofy smile, eyes still glossy. "I didn't know you had that kind of stamina."

"Of course I do, sweetheart." He replied, switching on the faucet before running his face under the stream of water. "Being drunk just makes it harder for me to reach that point, not lower my stamina."

He hears her hum in agreement, and swishes water in his mouth. He laughs lightly, water dribbling down his chin. He can still taste her on his tongue, and suddenly he wants her again. Exiting the restroom he eyes her, drinking in the sight of a naked witch in, committing it to memory.

"Baby no, I can't," she whines as he towers over her, kissing her neck lazily, lips sucking on her already marked skin. "Three times is enough."

"Can't help myself, darlin," he mummers against her skin, his cock already straining against his boxers. She gives him a look, but spreads her legs all the same and he settles between her thighs, the bed squeaking in light protest. "You taste too damn good."

The only thing separating them is the thin material of his briefs, and he rubs against her gently, face hovering above hers. He pauses, shifts so he's not pressed to her core, instead sitting her up so that he can brace himself behind her. Wanda sighs with ease, settling her back against his front, and his hands skim her sides.

"Kinda forgot how fun being drunk is." Bucky murmured, the room buzzing slightly. In his lap, Wanda nods.

"It's nice to let go and have fun hmm?"

He cups her breast gently, rubbing the sensitive skin with his thumb and she sucks in a breath. His index finger slides down, feeling the curve. "Mhmm that's true."

Bucky can feel his cheeks pink, and he grins against her hair as she begins to squirm. "Thought you were tired, darlin'"

"I am," she grumbles, arching tightly as he swipes a thumb across her nipple. "but I can't help that my body likes you."

"Just your body?" He asks, scratches his nails lightly across her abdomen. He can almost feel the eye roll.

"Not just my body and you know it." She huffs, begins to rub her hands on his thighs that cage her. She sits up, spinning around on her knees so that she faces him. The sheet falls away, revealing her skin and Bucky licks his lips.

"I like you." He says, grinning like a child. Reaching forward he cups her face, squeezes her cheeks together so that her mouth pouts and kisses her nose. She raises her eyebrows at his antics, nodding with a laugh. "What? I do!"

"You're really drunk huh."

Bucky shrugs, reaches for her again. "Maybe." He kisses her, teeth clanking and they both laugh. Wanda shifts, slowly settling on his lap, her naked form warm against him.

"Remember when we were friends?" She asks, cards her fingers through his hair. He nods enthusiastically, traces his fingers up her back, reveling in her softness. Being Wanda's friend had been oddly easy. They were both quiet, odds stacked high against them, and scrambling to have some sense of normalcy in the new world. "I didn't think you were interested in me at all."

"How could I not be?" He quips, presses a kiss to her jaw. "I thought you weren't looking for a relationship so, I settled for being your friend instead. If I had known you were interested..."

"I'm not sure I even knew I was interested." She laughed, looping her arms around his neck. Nodding at the uncorked bottle on the nightstand, she raised her brow. "It wasn't until we drank that stuff that we went to bed on that mission in France."

"Then suddenly we were in Japan and still in bed." Bucky laughs, squeezes her backside before giving it a gentle slap. He remembers that night fondly, smiles at the memory of waking up next to her in the foregin country, her creamy skin lit from the light that had strewn in.

"Look, I was trying to get it all week," Wanda said with a smile, rolling her eyes. Dipping her hips, she pressed against him, and Bucky's fingers dug into her skin. "but there were so many girls at those clubs, all flirting with you."

Straightening on her knees, Wanda pulled at the elastic band of his briefs, and together they clumsily shimmed the material out of the way. His cock sprang free, and she gripped it easily.

"I wasn't interested in any of 'em," he whispered, watching her hand move up and down. "By the end of the week I knew what you wanted."

"That's why you came to my room that night?" She asked hottily, stroking him slowly, watching his chest move up and down as he eyed her movements.

He nodded in awh, and she smiled. Wanda had been completely taken aback when he showed up at her door that night, his knuckles white as he haphazardly tried to convey his attraction to her. Luckily for him, she'd been easy, gentle with her answer, and when she had grabbed his hand, tugging him into her hotel room, he'd been thankful for everything that had led him to that moment.

Moving his hand, Bucky cupped between her thighs softly, reveling in the wetness. "I've wanted you like this for as long as I can remember, but I would've settled for friends too."

"Mmm, well we're still friends." Wanda replied, eyes fluttering as his thumb slowly worked her.

"I don't think friends do things like this." Bucky replied, kissing her jaw as she craned her neck.

"Well," she sighed, straightening as she aligned herself with his length. "Best friends do."

"God I like you a lot." He moans softly as she sinks down, grips her hips harshly. His hand lifts and smacks her on the backside, hard. "Your hearts huge but this ass is too."

"I like you too," Wanda whispered against his lips, laughing lightly at his drunk commentary, and she pressed herself to him. "I think we're gonna be friends for a long time." She pulls away, eyes wide before winking. "More than friends."

And when they kiss, he swears he can feel his heart recognize it's home.