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James Buchanan Barnes is a very attractive man, no doubt. Throughout the time he’s been on the team, you’ve progressively noticed small details about him. For example, during meetings, you would watch how the light reflected off of his sky-blue eyes, or the way his flesh arm would flex in the gym. But there’s just that one part, that one simple part of the body that everyone had….his thighs.
God, his thighs. If you had a kink, it would be labeled ‘Bucky’s Thighs’ in lights on a billboard. Hell, it might as well be your only kink, they’re really the only thing that could possibly turn you on. Now, the rest of him is fan-fucking-tastic , but those thighs, though.
Natasha stared as you had your eyes glued on the object of your fantasies. He was sitting with Steve across the cafeteria, enjoying his freshly made burger. You watched his bicep move as he lifted the sandwich to his mouth and take bite, then your eyes moved to his jaw to watch as he chewed.
“Y/n,” she said softly, hoping to get only your attention. When a reaction wasn’t given, she smacked your arm, almost causing you to choke on your fork. Only then did you give her your attention with a look that said ‘what the fuck dude’.
“You’re doing it again,” she spoke, going back to eating her salad.
“Doing what?,” you asked, inconspicuously eying Bucky out of the corner of your eye as you continued to eat.
“That. Stalking him. If he finds out you’re such a creep he’ll never talk to you.”
“I’m not a creep, Tasha. I just happen to think he’s very physically attractive.”
“Uh huh,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. She looked over at you, seeing that you were once again staring at him. “Dear God..”
Natasha rose from her seat and marched herself to where Bucky and Steve sat. Your eyes widened as you started to panic, almost jumping from your seat. Instead of going after her, you decided to bolt for the nearest exit.
As she finally got to her destination and got the boys’ attention, she turned back to the table at which you were previously sitting. She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Just forget it,” she said to the both of them, walking off, determined to beat your ass.
Bucky watched Natasha’s retreating form for a few moments before looking at Steve in confusion. Steve shrugged, “No idea, Buck.”