Somewhat Clear

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somewhatclear

Rating: SAFE
Fandom: Marvel
Relationship: Bucky/OMC
Tags: POV second person, online dating, crack, chatlogs
Wordcount: 715 / 683 on AO3
Notes: written for the smubbles event that is yet to happen. prompt: this tumblr post

Summary:
The one where your sink breaks while you're trying to get laid, and the Winter Soldier shows up to your door to bring you a screwdriver (and to fuck?)

Excerpt:

You: Hey. I swear I was down to fuck but my sink decided to flood my bathroom and it's kind of a mess right now.

You: I know this is going to sound weird as shit but do you have a flathead screwdriver i can borrow, by any chance?

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So you were winding down after a Day. You had a shower, you had a beer with it, and you were feeling a little loose. A little lonely. Who didn't, in such a big city? You just moved, too. New city, new neighborhood, new you (hear hear) and an old, old, old apartment.

So of course the sink decided to break. Well, not break break. You're pretty sure it's just the screw keeping the knob thing in place that came a bit loose. You could probably fix it yourself, no need to be fancy and call a plumber (with what money, honestly? In this economy?) but you didn't really pack tools when you were moving, and-

You phone buzzes. Hey yourself, the screen says, flashing with familiar blue and orange bubbles on a black screen.

Yeah, you were kind in the middle of something there. Or hoped to be in about one minute.

The mood is totally ruined. Your bathroom keeps flooding. You only need a screwdriver, really.

You think fast, which is to say you dont think at all.

You type a sweaty smile emoji. Jesus Christ you're a weirdo. You hope this guy isn't turned off you for life (he does live awfully close).

Small dots float in the bubble for a moment.

*

You open the door, and the guy standing on the other side is definitely the fucking Winter Soldier.

Okay, that's rude. What would Captain America think of you? Let's start over.

You open the door. The guy from grindr is standing there. He's wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans in a way that only a model could pull off, and he's got a light jacket folded over his arm. His metal arm, which is impossible to miss. He's holding a whole roll of tools in the crook of his arm like the strangest bouquet. He's definitely Bucky fucking Barnes, and he looks fucking fantastic framed by your door.

"Oh good, you haven't drowned yet," he drawls, in a Brooklyn accent so thick he must be putting it on. His smile is small, tired, and just slightly chagrined. "Hi, I'm Bucky," he says in a more normal voice.

No fucking shit, you want to tell him.

You give an awkward laugh instead. "Yeah, no, I sacrificed a couple of rugs to contain the flood." You tell him your name. "Thanks again for this. This looks like a lot more than just a screwdriver," you say, gesturing.

You see his mouth twitch. "I don't know what kind of damage you've got there, but I figured I could help. God knows I've had some experience with difficult plumbing." He laughs. "Not an innuendo, I mean for real."

You can't help but wonder how many times he's done this. Not fixing people's sinks, obviously, you mean just showing up at some guy's door after tapping them on grindr and deal with their reaction of him being the Bucky Barnes. You're a bit star-struck, but he's probably more embarrassed than you are.

"Please do," you say, gesturing him inside. "I really don't mind leaving matters in the hands of someone who knows what he's working with. Not an innuendo, I mean for real." But you also meant it as an innuendo, and Bucky's answering grin lets you know that he's got it, too. Something about his posture relaxes fractionally, and you feel absurdly pleased with yourself.

So, the Winter Soldier is going to repair your sink, and maybe fuck you.

You could think of worst ways to unwind after a hard day.