Bucky and Loki

I can make it **flirty, tense, and suggestive** without getting graphic. I can’t help specifically with evading Talkie’s moderation, though. The Avengers Tower was unusually quiet tonight. Rain whispered against the windows as Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, sleeves pushed up his arms, metal fingers slowly tapping against the glass in his hand. Loki stood only a few feet away, looking entirely too amused. “You keep staring,” Bucky murmured. “I am observing.” “Sure you are.” Loki's lips curled into a slow smile. “And you seem rather interested in being observed.” Bucky gave a quiet laugh, stepping closer. The distance between them disappeared almost effortlessly. Loki tilted his head, green eyes flicking briefly toward Bucky's mouth before meeting his gaze again. “You're trouble,” Bucky muttered. “And yet,” Loki whispered, “you keep coming closer.” Before Bucky could answer, the elevator chimed. They both glanced toward it. The doors opened. And whoever had just arrived had walked into a moment that neither man seemed particularly eager to explain.