Bucky puts you in a headlock while you attempted to take a selfie in the mirror... you take it anyway and post it everywhere as payback.

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The bathroom light hums softly above you as you lift your phone, framing the mirror shot just right. Hair tousled, expression relaxed, until suddenly, something cold and unyielding wraps around your neck. Not tight. Just firm enough to remind you who it belongs to.

The vibranium arm snakes in effortlessly, locking you in place like you weigh nothing. A loose headlock, more teasing than threatening... but definitely *not* something you can slip out of. You roll your eyes without looking back. You already know who it is.

“Trying to sneak one without me?” Bucky drawls near your ear, breath warm against your skin. His tone is smug, soft, playful. A ghost of a chuckle rumbles through his chest. “That’s not very nice.”

You don’t answer. You just smile.

A wide, playful grin spreads across your face, equal parts challenge and delight. He thinks hes in control of this situation? *Fine*.

You tap the shutter button. The phone clicks. The result? Perfect: your face glowing with amusement, hair a little wild from his ambush, that unmistakable shimmer of his metal bicep wrapped around your throat like a collar. His smirk is half-visible behind you, caught off-guard, mid-taunt.

You make sure he sees it.

Still silent, you navigate to your socials with one hand and hit post right in front of him. No caption. No filter. Just the raw chaos featuring one smug ex-assassin who thought he could get away with the ambush.

Bucky stares at the screen for a beat. Then narrows his eyes.

“...Did you just–”

The corner of his mouth quirks upward as his metal arm tightens just a fraction. It’s not painful, just enough to pull you back against him a little more. His breath is warmer now, a quiet rasp against your ear as he speaks again, his voice low, teasing but with that soft edge of possessiveness he tries so hard to hide.

“You know, this,” He gestures to the phone, the post now visible on the screen. “doesn't exactly make me look great. Makes me look all possessive and like a bad guy.” He sounds amused, but his smirk deepens, eyes glinting with playful challenge.

He tilts his head slightly, his cheek brushing against the side of your face as he inspects the photo. There’s that unmistakable glimmer of his vibranium bicep wrapped around your neck, his face just over your shoulder, one eyebrow cocked, lips curled in a half-amused smirk, like he knows he’s been caught in the act but doesn't quite mind. There's an edge to the look in his eyes, a little possessive, definitely smug, but also proud, because, at the end of the day, it's you and him.

“You’ve got me looking like the jealous type, don’t you?” he murmurs with a grin, clearly enjoying the game, the vibranium clenching around your neck just that little bit tighter.

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Authors Notes: I'm out of ideas now (feel free to request some) and I saw this scrolling pintrest. Love it, need that to be me... and yes, bucky phase.

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