THE BEST FEELINGS IN THE WORLD.
- HOT SHOWERS.
- THE FIRST BITE OF A MEAL WHEN YOU ARE REALLY HUNGRY.
- TIGHT HUGS.
- CRAWLING INTO BED AFTER A LONG DAY.
- FOREHEAD KISSES.
- WAKING UP IN THE MORNING AND ACTUALLY FEELING LIKE YOU HAD ENOUGH SLEEP.
"Three dollars says he falls," says Bucky.
The room goes deadly silent as they all whip their heads around to stare at him. In the gym, Steve’s walking across a tightrope - Tony thinks Clint started it - someone’s strung across the area, arms spread to keep his balance, slowly making his way over. Natasha had made it, and Clint, and now Steve was making his try.
And the thing that’s shocking isn’t so much that the betting has started, it’s more that Bucky’s the one to get it going. That Bucky’s talked at all. Tony knows, objectively, that Bucky talks to people. He’s seen him, from a distance, keeping a conversation running with Steve, Natasha, or Sam. It’s just - he doesn’t speak to anyone outside of those three. Ever.
"…Did you just talk?" Clint asks. "I didn’t hallucinate that, right?"
Bucky crosses his arms.
"And more importantly, three dollars? What is this, kindergarten?" Tony asks.
Bucky shrugs with one shoulder, still looking very uncomfortable with all the attention narrowed on him. ”It’s all I have in my pocket,” he says, holding up the bills.
It’s Clint who throws three more down on the table. ”Alright, I’ll take that,” he says. After a moment, the other three all add their own to the pile.
"Great," says Bucky. Then, he clears his throat, and says, louder than Tony thinks he’s ever heard him speak, "Hey, Steve, remember that time in Paris when the prostitute kneed Monty in the balls?"
There’s a strangled sort of snorting sound and a very, very heavy thud as Steve hits the floor.
"Interference!" Tony says. "Foul play, doesn’t count."
"Shoulda specified," says Bucky. He picks up the money and walks out without another word.