You kicked Steve hard, your foot slamming dead centre over his heart and slamming him head first into the edge of the ring. He retaliated by grabbing your arm and twisting it behind you.

"Ow!" you cried out, as he twisted one of the knife wounds from Dean.

"Y/N!" his eyes widened and he dropped your arm immediately. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay Steve," you said, groaning and collapsing into a sitting position. "I kinda need to toughen up."

"You're plenty tough Y/N." you heard another voice say.

Blushing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to see (surprise, surprise) Bucky.

"Thanks, Buck, but I dunno," you rubbed your arms uncomfortably. "That thing with Dean-"

"Stop it, Y/N," Bucky said gently, getting into the ring, kneeling gently in front of you and brushing your h/c hair out of your eyes. "Stop blaming yourself for what he did to you. It wasn't your fault. Remember: beautiful, caring, kind girl."

Nothing could stop you from blushing head to toe, flushing bright red as you gave him one of the softest smiles you'd given anyone.

Steve groaned in between ripping into the punching bag. "Would you two cut the sexual tension and just kiss already?"

"I-What?" you blurted, flushing, if that was possible, even brighter. You looked over and Bucky was blushing too. "We're not- I mean I'm not- I-"

"We- I- we're not," Bucky squeaked at the same time.

"Like I said, sexual tension," Steve explained. "You are both so in love with each other." You shyly looked at Bucky.

I don't know, Steve. I don't know if he likes me.

Steve looked at the two of you redder than strawberries and sighed to himself. "We've gotta fix this up."

- - -

"Y/N!" Bucky shouted, running towards you, dodging the fighting.

"Buck, I-I'm hit," you moaned. The red was seeping through your clothes, painfully warmer than you'd thought it would be. "Go get em, for me."

"No, I won't leave you behind!" Bucky said. Steve looked and saw you.

"Bucky, she's down," he yelled, furiously shooting at the others, red splattering on his face. "Kill them for her."

Bucky was almost monstrous. He delivered shot after shot, taking down Nat, Wanda, Vision, Clint and Rhodey.

"No!" Tony yelled. He stood and aimed for Bucky. Just as he shot, something knocked Bucky over, taking the hit instead.

"Fuck, Dad," you moaned as you inspected your back, now splattered with red from the second shot. "That hurt. No lost love?"

"Could you have stayed dead for five seconds?" he yelled, cursing loudly as you shot him.

"We win!" you, Steve and Bucky yelled triumphantly. Everyone groaned and sat up.

"Paintball's more painful than I expected," Clint moaned. "And did we have to use red paint? Too realistic."

"That was fun, admit it," you said, giving the archer a friendly slap on the arm.

"Also, loved the drama," you turned to Bucky, winking.

His heart stopped and he somewhat hid behind the curtains of his hair. Everyone in the room was practically dying at your flirting.

"What?" you said, as you realised everyone was staring. "Right, I'm gonna go change, see you later."

- - -

When you emerged in fresh clothes, you were not expecting your dad to grab you and fly off with you in his Iron Man suit. You didn't expect to get thrown into a room very similar to Bruce's cage on the Helicarrier. And you definitely didn't expect that room to contain Bucky.

"Have fun kids!" Tony yelled as he zoomed away.

"Dad!" you yelled. "Damn it! Not fucking funny!"

But he was too far away, and cackling too loudly to hear you.

"I don't suppose you can punch hard enough to get us out of here?" you asked Bucky.

"I'm seeing that your dad has installed a painful electric shock system to zap anyone that touches the wall." Bucky noticed, sending you into a groan.

"He's too smart," you grumbled. "I'm sorry, Bucky, this is probably my fault."

"No," he said, it dawning on him. "No, I think it's my fault. I-I said something to Steve and- oh shit he told Tony and now we're stuck here."

Completely clueless, you said, "Well, why don't you just say the thing and when can get out of here?"

Bucky sighed. "It-It's complicated, Y/N. It's not the kinda thing I can just say."

"Well I won't force you," you said, sitting crosslegged in the centre of the room. "But the sooner we get out of here, the better in my opinion."

Bucky knew, then, that he wasn't being fair. He sat down opposite you. And then he inhaled deeply and blurted it out.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"What?" you breathed, looking him dead in his blue eyes.

"I've been in love with you since the moment I met you," he continued, gaining pace. "I fell in love with your smile, your laugh, and most of all, your scars. Because I thought you and I were-"

"The same," you breathed.

"Like we'd get each other," you both said at the same time. And in the blink of an eye, you had moved forwards and were kissing him fiercely, lips moving in sync with his until you ran out of breath.

"I love you," you said. "I've loved you since the moment I even saw you, knowing that we could help each other, but I never thought that you felt the same."

"I always have," he whispered, and soon you were kissing again, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands on his cheeks.

"Alright, Barnes, hands off my daughter now," you heard your dad's voice and turned to see, causing you and Bucky to blush ... all of the Avengers.

Who had just watched you make out.

Who were now passing money amongst themselves as part of the betting.

"What'd you throw us in here for, then?" you hissed at Tony, turning slightly red.

"To cut the obliviousness and realise that you two like each other!" he rolled his eyes. "Duh."

"Well can we come out now?" you asked impatiently.

Natasha pressed the button and you walked out on Bucky's arm.

"Love you Sergeant," you whispered into his ear. He smiled.

"Love you, Y/N."

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