Brooklyn's Sweetheart
Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive.Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.
"Sweetheart," Steve pins her with a sharp look, that muscle in his jaw ticking, "Don't make this harder on yourself."
"You said not to go out the front door," she says defiantly, lips set in a pout, "You didn't say anything about the window."
Bucky is immediately on edge from the dark, feral look in Steve's eyes. Without warning, Steve grabs her by the upper arm, dragging her over to the sofa, and yanking her down to lay over his lap. She's too shocked for anything to come out of her mouth except for an indignant little shriek.
"If you want to act like a little brat," Steve growls, "Then I'm sure as shit gonna treat you like one." He looks up at Bucky, who is still standing in the middle of the living room. "How many, Buck?"
"How many?"
"How many times should I spank her? How many does she deserve?"
Well, Bucky has to stop and think that one through.