[Avengers: Drabble] "Set Up" [Bucky/Rhodey, G]
Title: Set Up
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 phase table of doom, prompt #20 ‘top of the ladder’
Word Count: 537
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse, post-Avengers, pre-Age of Ultron, slightly-Agents of SHIELD where everyone lives happily together in Stark Avengers Tower)
Pairings: James “Bucky” Barnes/James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis
Summary: Bucky doesn’t actually need help, but that doesn’t mean he’ll refuse it.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Set Up
“Please tell me you’re being careful up there, Buck,” said Steve, sounding much more worried than he should, when Bucky was only at the top of a twenty-foot ladder.
“I’m gonna start dropping these on your head if you don’t clear out,” he warned, rattling the container of fasteners he’d been using to hang multi-colored lights around the main living room. “I’ve jumped from higher than this, Stevie.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” the other man protested.
Bucky snorted, because he knew for a fact he’d done that more than once while Steve was watching. “Too bad.”
“Hey, Steve,” said a new and much more welcome voice, from below. “I think Tony was looking for you.”
“Was he?” Steve asked. “Would you…?”
Bucky rested his hip against the ladder, grinning down at the new arrival. “Thanks for the save.”
Rhodey grinned back up at him, one hand braced on a lower rung. “Takes his Captain America stuff very seriously, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah, sometimes, but most of it with me is a hold-over from when we were kids. Like he wasn’t the one getting his ass kicked once a week and I wasn’t the one always getting him out of a jam.”
“I can understand that, too,” the pilot admitted. “You think Tony needs looking after now…”
“I can imagine,” Bucky laughed.
Rhodey tapped the ladder with his knuckles. “Do you actually need help, or was that the overprotectiveness talking?”
It had been, actually, but Bucky was hardly trying to get rid of his boyfriend. “Could use a spotter,” he said.
“And I could use an excuse to enjoy the view,” the other man replied, his grin turning playful.
For that, Bucky put a little show into his work, leaning a little farther over from the ladder than he probably should have to put up the next few hooks, and adding a bit of a shimmy to his steps as he came back down. Rhodey laughed, and caught him for a kiss when he reached the ground again.
“Hey!” protested Clint, as he and Phil came in with some of the food for the party. “If we’re not allowed to mess around, you’re not allowed to mess around.”
Bucky arched an eyebrow. “You got caught messing around?”
“Someone,” said Phil, dryly, “had difficulty focusing while we were getting the plates put together.”
“You gave as good as you got, sir,” said Clint, not sounding a bit apologetic. “And you wouldn’t have stopped, either, if it hadn’t been Pepper who caught us.”
“She’s a woman with a mission,” Phil agreed, then added pointedly, “Speaking of which…”
“Right,” said Bucky. He handed Rhodey the container of hooks and moved the ladder over a few feet to hang the last few strings of colored lights.
He could easily have put the ladder away himself, but letting Rhodey help him carry it allowed them a solid five minutes of making out before Pepper sent an entirely too-gleeful Clint to bang on the door.
They had only just made it back upstairs when the door opened, admitting Bruce and Darcy, led by a smirking Natasha.
“Happy baby shower!” everyone yelled, and the parents-to-be both grinned.
“You guys are awesome,” said Darcy. “Thanks.”
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 phase table of doom, prompt #20 ‘top of the ladder’
Word Count: 537
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse, post-Avengers, pre-Age of Ultron, slightly-Agents of SHIELD where everyone lives happily together in Stark Avengers Tower)
Pairings: James “Bucky” Barnes/James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner/Darcy Lewis
Summary: Bucky doesn’t actually need help, but that doesn’t mean he’ll refuse it.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Set Up
“Please tell me you’re being careful up there, Buck,” said Steve, sounding much more worried than he should, when Bucky was only at the top of a twenty-foot ladder.
“I’m gonna start dropping these on your head if you don’t clear out,” he warned, rattling the container of fasteners he’d been using to hang multi-colored lights around the main living room. “I’ve jumped from higher than this, Stevie.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” the other man protested.
Bucky snorted, because he knew for a fact he’d done that more than once while Steve was watching. “Too bad.”
“Hey, Steve,” said a new and much more welcome voice, from below. “I think Tony was looking for you.”
“Was he?” Steve asked. “Would you…?”
Bucky rested his hip against the ladder, grinning down at the new arrival. “Thanks for the save.”
Rhodey grinned back up at him, one hand braced on a lower rung. “Takes his Captain America stuff very seriously, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah, sometimes, but most of it with me is a hold-over from when we were kids. Like he wasn’t the one getting his ass kicked once a week and I wasn’t the one always getting him out of a jam.”
“I can understand that, too,” the pilot admitted. “You think Tony needs looking after now…”
“I can imagine,” Bucky laughed.
Rhodey tapped the ladder with his knuckles. “Do you actually need help, or was that the overprotectiveness talking?”
It had been, actually, but Bucky was hardly trying to get rid of his boyfriend. “Could use a spotter,” he said.
“And I could use an excuse to enjoy the view,” the other man replied, his grin turning playful.
For that, Bucky put a little show into his work, leaning a little farther over from the ladder than he probably should have to put up the next few hooks, and adding a bit of a shimmy to his steps as he came back down. Rhodey laughed, and caught him for a kiss when he reached the ground again.
“Hey!” protested Clint, as he and Phil came in with some of the food for the party. “If we’re not allowed to mess around, you’re not allowed to mess around.”
Bucky arched an eyebrow. “You got caught messing around?”
“Someone,” said Phil, dryly, “had difficulty focusing while we were getting the plates put together.”
“You gave as good as you got, sir,” said Clint, not sounding a bit apologetic. “And you wouldn’t have stopped, either, if it hadn’t been Pepper who caught us.”
“She’s a woman with a mission,” Phil agreed, then added pointedly, “Speaking of which…”
“Right,” said Bucky. He handed Rhodey the container of hooks and moved the ladder over a few feet to hang the last few strings of colored lights.
He could easily have put the ladder away himself, but letting Rhodey help him carry it allowed them a solid five minutes of making out before Pepper sent an entirely too-gleeful Clint to bang on the door.
They had only just made it back upstairs when the door opened, admitting Bruce and Darcy, led by a smirking Natasha.
“Happy baby shower!” everyone yelled, and the parents-to-be both grinned.
“You guys are awesome,” said Darcy. “Thanks.”
THE END
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