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Forced Proximity

"Bye, James!"

"Bye, Sam!"

"Bye, Steve!"

"Bye, James!" you repeat, waving all three men off.

"What was that?" Loki questions, a smirk tugging at his mouth as the two of you walk away from the hangar and back into the compound.

"What?"

"You said bye to Barnes twice," he points out.

"Oh," you shrug, walking faster through the halls. With the three men off on a mission and the others working on different missions of their own, it left you all alone with Loki until they got back- much to Bucky's dismay.

"Does someone fancy a certain super soldier?" Loki teases, picking up the pace so he's walking just in front of you.

"What? No," you over-dramatically scoff, abruptly turning down another hall to avoid any more of Loki's questions.

"You do remember that I can tell when you're not being truthful, right?" he reminds you, his voice falling further and further behind as you make random turns through the halls to get away from Loki.

"Right," you mutter, continuing your walk to the kitchen until Loki suddenly pops in front of you. "Jeez," you squeak, your hand flying over to your racing heart.

"That's what happens when you try to avoid me."

"Hey, why didn't you go on the mission today?" you ask, deflecting from Loki's current line of questioning.

"I'm feeling a bit mischievous today," Loki wickedly smirks.

You make your way around him, nodding along to his response. "Oh, makes sense."

Loki continues his pace right behind you, following your every step. "You're not going to ask me what I'm going to do? You're not going to try and stop me?"

You shake your head, stopping at the kitchen island to rearrange a bouquet of flowers that you'd already arranged this morning. Anything to take your mind off of Loki's interrogation. "No, I trust you."

He looks at you in confusion, sensing that you're not lying. "Most people that trust me end up regretting it."

"Eh," you shrug, turning away from the island and walking over to the sink to wash your hands. "I'm not one to judge."

"And you're still not lying. Interesting..."

"Why would I lie?"

"Aren't you scared of me?"

"No," you chortle.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended by that or not."

"You shouldn't be," you smile.

Loki looks around the room for a moment. The pink flowers, your pink dress, the sugar cookies you'd made yesterday with heart shaped sprinkles on it. "What is all this pink?"

"It's Valentine's Day," you explain, trying to find something else to distract you. You see the confused look on Loki's face and remember that he probably doesn't know about this Earth holiday. "Right, Asgardian. It's...it's a day to celebrate someone you care about- someone you love."

"You need a day to show someone you care about them? You all have the strangest holidays. "

"I think it's sweet. You ask someone to be your Valentine, show them that you care about them. A day dedicated to that one person in your life, it's nice."

"Are you going to ask Barnes to be your Valentine?"

You keep your head down to avoid looking Loki in the eye and so he doesn't see the blush on your face. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because..." you mumble, opening the fridge door just to close it because you don't actually need anything in there.

"Because?"

"Because I'm not going to," you reply, opening the door again, only to forget what you needed again.

"So you're not doing to anything to celebrate?"

You sigh, trying to pull yourself together, but instead you end up just standing and staring at the closed refrigerator door. "Me and Sam usually go to the store day after to buy all the chocolate that's on sale. Then I make cookies with the little red and pink M&M's."

"But you're not going to ask the man you fancy to be your Valentine?"

"I don't fancy anyone," you mutter.

"You're lying again," Loki laughs.

"I'm not lying," you scoff.

"Lying again..." he teases, enjoying how flustered you're getting about this one particular person. "How many times are you going to open and close that?" he taunts, flustering you even more.

"If you're not going to help, can you at least stop messing with me?" you plead, turning away from the fridge.

"Don't worry, little one. I'm going to help you," he wryly remarks.

"Thank you," you huff, not realizing the double meaning behind Loki's words.

By the time Bucky is back, he finds you on the couch watching a movie on the big TV in the lounge. He's already debriefed, taken a quick shower, and handed in his mission report, so he carelessly flops down on the couch right beside you ready to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the evening.

"I missed you today," you warmly smile, pausing the movie.

"What? Loki wasn't as much fun as I am?" he quips.

You playfully roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder away. "You know no one is."

Bucky clutches his chest with both of his hands. "You warm my cold, cold heart."

"Only for you," you coyly respond.

"For everyone," Bucky corrects.

"Mmm, but you're extra special," you giggled, scooting yourself closer to Bucky, swinging your legs onto his lap. He smiles in contentment, placing his own hand on your thigh.

"My, my, don't you two look very comfortable," Loki suggestively comments, striding into the room.

"What do you want?" Bucky begrudgingly sighs, his hand still resting on your leg.

"Oh, the other one in your little trio said he need some help in the training room."

"The other one? You mean Sam?"

Loki cooly shrugs. "Sure."

"Did he say what he needed?" Bucky probes.

"No," he says, turning to walk away. As he walks away, he calls over his shoulder, "Oh, right! He did say it was an emergency."

"And you couldn't have led with that?" Bucky glowered, watching the man walk away.

You swing your legs off of Bucky, still feeling the lingering warmth of where his hand was. The two of you run to the training room. It takes you no time to reach the training room, the both of you stopping your sprint once you're several feet into the room. You immediately notice the lack of an emergency or even the lack of anyone else in the general vicinity. You whirl around once you're certain there's no one there, turning to see Loki standing there in the doorway, cheekily smirking at you. With a wicked smile, he smugly waves at the two of you who still haven't quite put together Loki's scheme. As the realization hits you first, you bolt to the door, but it slams shut leaving you and Bucky trapped inside.

"Loki, this isn't funny!" you shout, banging on the door.

"Loki," Bucky barks, suddenly right next to you. His metal hand pounds on the door, creating an even louder effect. "Open the door."

The two of you pound on the door, hoping that someone will hear the commotion or that Loki will give in, but it's several minutes later and you're positive that Loki is not coming back.

"Alright, I can open the door. No problem," Bucky says, rubbing his hands together before placing his hands in the small crevice of the door to try and pry them open. "What the hell? Why won't they open?"

As Bucky continues trying to open the doors, you remember something, "Um, James? At what point would be a good time to mention that Tony had the walls reinforced?"

"Right about now," he groans, removing his hands from the door with nothing to show for his effort except a small dent in the crack of the door.

"Well, let me try," you offer, taking a step back and channeling your abilities. Other than a muted groan of the door, the door remains woefully closed.

"Great," Bucky huffs. "Now what?"

"We just have to wait for someone to come find us. Someone's probably already realized that were gone and they're looking for us right now."

"And if they don't?" he sighs, sliding down the wall to sit onto the floor

"Eventually someone's going to need to come in here. Most of the team works out in here at least once a day," you rationalize.

"Yeah, but we all train in the morning!"

"Right. Well Sam's definitely noticed that were not around. He'll come find us."

"Sam's got a date tonight," he reminds you.

"Right," you hesitantly nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "Well, what about Steve? He'll definitely notice if you're not around."

"Right," Bucky mutters, though he's doubting that anyone will notice that the two of you are stuck in there for quite some time. He looks around the room, trying to find anything useful. When he looks over his shoulder, you're right there, smiling at him, looking at him with wide eyes and an bright expression, and the room seems to shrink, bringing you two even closer.

Bucky starts to panic realizing he's going to be trapped inside this room all alone with you for an undetermined amount of time. "Why? Why?" he groans, banging his head against the wall.

"Come on, I'm not that bad," you joke.

"No! Not like that. You're not- I'm- It's just a bad night to get locked inside of the training room," he sputters.

"Is there a good night to get locked in the training room?" you ask, carefully examining every single inch of the door.

He huffs out a laugh. "No, I guess not."

"Did you have a date tonight or something?" you meekly ask, momentarily turning away from the door to watch Bucky's expression.

He chuckles again. "No, it's just me tonight. You?"

"Just me," you shrug, your attention back on the door.

"Really?" he asks, the question flying out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

"Why is that so surprising?"

"Because you're gorgeous- I mean, you look gorgeous today. Not that you don't look beautiful every day, but you're all dressed up-"

"It's okay," you chuckle, stopping his rambling. "I know what you mean. Thank you, by the way."

"So no one?" he asks, his voice full of hope.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek again, you quietly admit, "I mean, there was one guy, but I don't think he's interested."

His stomach sinks, his smile dropping as he processes the new information. You're still standing at the doorway, staring at it like you can will the doors open. "Then he's an idiot."

"No," you sigh in defeat, padding over to where Bucky's sitting on the floor against the wall. "I don't think that's it. He just doesn't see me like that."

"Again, an idiot," Bucky grumbles.

"What about you?" you ask, sliding down the wall to sit right next to Bucky. "No lucky lady caught your eye?"

"She's interested in some other guy, I guess."

"Well, then she's not very bright either," you comment, feeling your own stomach sink at Bucky's revelation.

Bucky's sigh is long and drawn out, he's not sure what to do with the fact that you're interested in someone else. Somewhere between Sam's and Steve's urging, he started to believe that there could be something there between the two of you. But now it looked like he'd waited too long.

Of course you had, in Bucky's eyes, you were perfection. It shouldn't be a shock to him that some other guy had seen that too.

"Oh! I think I have a pot of soil around here somewhere," you audibly wonder, standing up from where your spot next to Bucky to rummage through the supply closet.

"A pot of soil?" Bucky whispers to himself.

"Here it is!" you exclaim, holding up the small ceramic pot.

"Are you going to explain or...?" Bucky trails off.

"What's your favorite fruit?" you ask, setting the pot down and sitting back down next to Bucky.

"What's your's?" Bucky counters.

You playfully roll your eyes before closing them to focus. Your hands hover over the pot while Bucky watches, waiting for a single clue as to what you might be doing. That's when the first little sprout emerges from the soil. A smile grows on your face as the plant grows larger and larger. When the first fruits crop up, your eyes flicker open. "Strawberry?" you offer.

"You're amazing, you know that," Bucky marvels, plucking the fruit from it's stem. You blush, picking your own fruit from the plant. "So tell me about this guy," Bucky asks, wondering just how much you like this guy, and also possibly wondering if he still stood a chance.

You meekly shrug, unsure of how to answer without embarrassing yourself.

"Come on, it's not like we're going anywhere any time soon, please?"

You dejectedly exhale, "I don't know what you want to hear. He's great, but I don't think he sees me like that."

"Do I know this guy?"

"You do," you vaguely reply.

"So he works here?"

"He does."

"Okay, that narrows it down to a couple hundred employees," he remarks, his mind running rampant trying to figure out what guy caught your eye. "What floor?"

"This floor," you blurt before you can think of a better response.

"So he works with the team? Or he's on the team?" Bucky waits for you to respond, but you don't, taking an incredibly long time chewing a single bite of your strawberry. "He's on the team!"

"James," you warn.

"Now you have to tell me who it is!" he begs.

"Why don't you tell me about this girl?"

"Oh," he frowns. "I don't-"

"Oh, someone doesn't like being in the hot seat now, do they?" you tease.

"Fine," he sighs. "She works here too."

"Do I know her?" you ask, your voice subtly laced with jealousy.

"You do."

"Is she pretty?"

"Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous," Bucky wistfully sighs. "She's nothing like me. She's smart, funny, brightening up every room she's in. She's perfect."

"You really like this girl," you state, envy pricking at the pit of your stomach. "You should go for it. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

"And you should tell this guy how you feel," Bucky counters.

"It might complicate things - him being on the team if he doesn't feel the same."

"I'd bet you anything that he does."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Any guy that catches your eye has to be the luckiest bastard on the planet," Bucky comments.

"He's older," you say, a little too eager to dismiss as casual. His remark gave you the slightest bit of hope, just enough to be a little more forward than normal.

"Yeah?"

"Depending on your definition, I guess a lot older."

"Like how old?" Bucky probes, hope slightly tugging at his heart.

"Physically only a few years older than me," you say, your voice dropping as you lean closer to Bucky.

"How old?" Bucky gruffly asks, his voice and actions mirroring yours.

"A hundred years give or take," you whisper.

"Please tell me you're not talking about Steve," he exhales against your lips.

"I'm not-" Those two words are all Bucky needs to hear before closing the gap between the two of you. At first, his lips are hesitant against yours, as if he's expecting that you're going to shove him away and berate him for making that assumption. You feel the anxiety radiate off of Bucky, so you rest your hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Without breaking the kiss, you shift to your knees, slowly crawling closer to him. He lifts you the slightest bit off the floor, each of your knees come to rest on either side of his lap. Your hands move from his shoulder to wind their way into the nape of his hair.

"Is anyone in there?" the familiar voice jolts you to out of your reverie.

Bucky clears his throat, pulling away slightly. You try to stand up but Bucky's grip remains firm on your waist. "Yeah, we're in here."

"Hi, Steve," you breathlessly call through the door.

"Uh, who busted the keypad?" he asks.

"Loki," you reply.

"Guys, the door's stuck," Steve shouts. You hear him fumble with the broken keypad, presumably trying to get the door open.

"We know!' the two of you groan in unison.

"I already tried to get the doors open, it didn't work. Just trust me, Steve. We're okay in here," Bucky calls, desperate to get his friend to leave the two of you alone again.

"Buck, why don't we try to pull the door apart together? On the count of three, okay?"

"Okay," Bucky impatiently calls, though he makes no move to get you off his lap or get any closer to the door. With a wry grin, he places a single finger to his lips, telling you not to say anything. You smile back, silently agreeing.

"1, 2, 3," Steve calls through the door, and at no point does Bucky try to pry the doors open. "Damn, the door is really jammed! Tony's gone for the night, but I can call him, see if we can get you out."

"Don't worry about it. We're fine in here," Bucky assures him.

"You sure?" Steve calls.

"Yeah," you agree. "We're good."

"Really good," Bucky smugly mutters, his voice dropping so only you can hear him.

"Alright, let me know if you need anything."

"Okay," you both reply.

Bucky waits only a matter of seconds before grabbing your waist and pulling your lips back to his. In the midst of another heated kiss, the intercom crackles overhead with Steve's familiar voice, "You do know there's cameras in there?"

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