zimnij_soldat | Stir Crazy [for scarlettwin]

Stir Crazy [for scarlettwin]

[OOC: From here.]

There are a lot of good things that have come since Bucky was finally cleared to join the team, but having his comings and goings monitored since he still didn't have a place of his own is not one of them, especially since it's Tony Stark who gets that information. But at least he usually isn't alone, since there are still a few others who haven't ventured out into living in the city.

The Tower's relatively quiet, and Stark himself is out doing whatever it is he does when he's not wearing the suit, so Bucky doesn't have much problem raiding the good liquor cabinet on his way to Wanda's rooms. He arrives at her door with an ice cold bottle of vodka and two glasses, pressing the button to announce himself.

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It wouldn't be right if they lived in the city. Too many variables that could keep them from assembling, or being killed off one by one. There were pros and cons to an Avenger living outside of the Tower, but for the most part, they lived here because where else could they go? If anything happened, the Tower could be repaired and wouldn't impact any civilians.

As for Wanda, she was reading in her room, waiting for Bucky to arrive. She didn't dare turn on the television these days. She didn't want to know about the news because the Avengers were mostly featured. She hadn't been waiting too long since Bucky's last text. When she heard someone at her door, she put her book down, getting up to open it.

Door opened, she leaned against the door way, a playful smile on her lips. "Hey," she greeted, stepping aside to let him in.

"See you found Tony's liquor cabinet."

Bucky would have had to grudgingly agree. After all, not everyone in the world had absolved him of what had happened in Germany, and the last thing anyone wanted was to bring negative attention to the Avengers when all they wanted to do was help people.

Spending time with Wanda promised to be a rest from such concerns, though, which was one reason he was eager to do so. Bucky smiled and stepped into her room, nodding. "That I did." He raised the bottle. "I might not actually be from the same part of the world, but I did gain a taste for vodka, hope that works for you."

He glanced around, finding that the room reflected its occupant-- a young woman still in the process of figuring herself out. There were, if he remembered right, a few new trinkets here and there since his last visit.

Wanda's room was neat, pristine. There were some shelves put up with different books, a dresser that had a jewelry box that had different necklaces and rings. In the corner there was a small dream catcher that hung off of a small hook. She didn't believe in the power of it, but the vibrant, soft colors, caught her attention. There was of course, a television in her room, but she rarely turned it on.

"Works, drank a lot of it back home." Back in Sokovia, when she still belonged there.

There were a few new items in her room. A photo she found of her and her brother, new rings she purchased because she liked the design, and a small owl statue. Something cute that she picked up. She went over to her bed, taking a seat and expected him to follow.

"Everything okay? You said you were itching to get out of here."

No clutter-- something that Bucky appreciated in particular, although he supposed that someone who hadn't grown up with a lot didn't accumulate much even when they had the chance to. It certainly held true with him and Steve.

Bucky took a moment to set the glasses down, open the bottle, and pour two generous drinks before sitting down next to Wanda on the bed.

"Nothing bad, really," he answered, knocking back a swallow of his drink, "just a little stir crazy, I guess. Restless. You ever feel like that?"

Wanda had to let out a soft chuckle and gave him a long look. Did she ever feel stir crazy? Yes, yes she did. She didn't like being cooped up in the Tower, but going out wasn't much of an option. Not unless she hid her face and kept to herself. Otherwise, the media would be on her, wondering what the hell she would do.

"Yeah, it's a feeling I know all too well." She reached over to take the other glass from him. She easily drank it all in one motion, but didn't ask for a refill, not yet.

"Usually training, exhausting my body helps with the feeling. But sometimes, at night, it doesn't want to go away." Which was why she had a collection of different teas to help calm her mind and get her to bed.

Bucky nodded along. He had similar ways of working out his frustrations and distracting his mind from being restricted in his movements, although he typically turned to drinks such as the one they were sharing now rather than tea.

A smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as Wanda mentioned getting exhausted, and he tapped a finger against the side of his glass before replying. They'd danced around the idea in texts, but why not just come out and say it, right?

"Have you tried exhausting yourself at night, too?"

Wanda tilted her head to the side slightly, as though she were seizing him up for a split second before a sly smile danced on her lips. They had been dancing around the subject in text messages, but Bucky never really came out and said what he wanted from her. Sure, he implied, but never directly said what was on his mind.

"Sometimes..." she begins, one finger brushing against the rim of her glass. "Not the same though. It's never the same when you're by yourself."

She reached for the bottle, attempting to pour herself another glass.

"You?"

"No argument there," he replied, then beat Wanda to the bottle, pouring for her. There had been just enough in her response to assure him that they were on the same page with things, so he figured it there was no reason not to keep pursuing this particular topic.

He refilled his own glass.

"Sounds like we could help each other out, then. I've got a feeling we could treat each other to a pretty good workout tonight."

The dark haired woman couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Both of them were dancing around the subject, using double entendres. It was an idea worth pursuing, but it would be best if they actually came out and said it. Just, on the off chance Bucky really did mean working out at the training room.

She brought the glass up to her lips, taking a slow sip of it.

"By workout you mean, you and I on my bed and having sex," she stated simply, not shy about the subject.

"Didn't think a man of your age would be up for such activities. Unless, you actually do mean working out in the physical sense." Hey, she could be wrong, but it was best if they were on the same page and clear about what they wanted.

Bucky laughed. All right, he thought, so no need to talk around it all. Honestly, it was a relief. It meant they could just get to whatever it was they were eventually going to get to doing.

Not missing the opportunity to be a little smart-assed, he shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't have to be on the bed, if that's how you like to do things, but yeah."

He laughed again, this time leaning forward. "My age? Oh, sweetheart, I'll have you know that this old man is more than ready to keep up with you. In fact, I bet you'll call it quits before I do."

"What other places did you have in mind?" Wanda asked, not backing down or shying away from the idea. She was surprised to have Bucky be this open about this topic. If this were Steve, well, they might've been dancing around the subject for a while. Then again, Bucky and Steve were two separate people. Wanda had more in common with Bucky in terms of her time with HYDRA and the shit they put both of them through.

She let out a soft hum of approval, finding the alcohol was starting to take effect. Her inhibitions were slowly lowering, allowing her to lean further into him.

"That a challenge?" she asked, voice laced with intrigue, desire and a hint of lust. Whether Bucky wanted this to be a one time thing, she didn't know or care. They both needed to work out some frustration. However, if Bucky wanted more than simply fooling around...sure, they bantered and teased each other, but she wouldn't think about it. Not unless he brought it up.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the conversation's turn to being more frank and more playful. He'd always been an inveterate flirt, and it was more than a little refreshing to know that he hadn't lost it completely while HYDRA was scrubbing his brain out every few years. "There's always the obvious things like the floor and the shower, but there are a few horizontal surfaces in here I think we could manage on."

At Wanda's question, he leaned forward with a smirk. "It could be. Are you willing to put something on the line? When I go longer or get you off more times than you expect?"

Several ideas and images came to her mind as he suggested a few other places for them to have fun on. Attached to them was a nagging thought. Why didn't he seek Natasha out? He could've and they had worked together before--or did they? HYDRA had such a long and complicated history, it was sometimes hard to recall the details. But, she didn't have to think about that. She should be in the moment with him, flirting back..

"You're making a very tempting offer..." she murmured, leaning closer too. As for the 'challenge'...

"If I do quit before you do, I'll bring the drinks next time. Or..." she leaned in further, brushing her lips against his ear. Her warm breath tickling his skin. "If I keep up with you...we'll fool around in the shower."

Really, it was a win-win for both of them.

If Wanda had asked, he would likely have simply shrugged and muttered something about there being "too much complicated history there". Which was very much the truth, along with Bucky's reluctance to have to dig through and work out all that history before diving into anything, even just for fun. Besides, even Natasha looked at him and saw someone else. Wanda didn't know him before, so all she knew was him now.

Bucky nods with the offer. "Nothing there I could see objecting to, either way. You're on, Wanda." He reaches out his hand to shake on the deal, then starts closing the gap between them, ready to get on with things.

Wanda chuckled, shaking his hand to seal their deal. She welcomed his kiss, leaning into him until their lips met. She didn't want to rush into things. Plus, there was still the bottle and glasses on her bed. Briefly tapping into her power, the items floated to her desk, away from them and from making a mess.

Little by little, she began to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to let her tongue seek his out.

The first contact of the kiss is warm, and there's a clear spark. Bucky's hands drop down to her waist so he can hold Wanda tight against him as they proceed. He can hear the bottle and glasses land somewhere out of the way, right as he tilts his head in order to taste her more deeply.

Wanda's lips work perfectly against his, both yielding and demanding in turn. It's not long before he feels her tongue against his own, adding that dance of contact to the rest.

There is something between them. The kiss sent a spark through Wanda, making her more inclined to go with Bucky down the rabbit hole. She felt his arm around her waist, allowing Wanda to move in closer to him. It didn't matter to her which hand he used. His metal arm was part of him, and to her he wouldn't be the same person without it.

Her tongue ran over his, tasting him for the first time. A light hum of approval rumbles in her throat as she grants him access to her mouth. Both of her hands begin to move over his shoulders, slowly moving up to brush his cheek or card through his hair. For an old man...he certainly was good at kissing.

Bucky would have to agree. It's more than just a kiss between two people attracted to one another, but how much more is still something to be determined. For now, though, it's the prelude to what he was hoping would be a very pleasant evening for them both.

The way Wanda touched him, ran her hands over his left arm no differently than she touched his right meant a great deal to him, and he put his thanks into his kisses, tasting her deeply and running his tongue over her lips. His blood was already pumping hard as they went on, and he could feel himself stirring for her.

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