Hand in Hand (Heart to Heart) (слэш)

Bucky can’t stop staring.
Not a subtle stare either, but the kind with eyes slightly-too-wide to compensate for every millisecond lost when he’s forced to blink.
It’s just— Tony. He looks unreal in a white tank and slouchy gray jeans, hair fluffed up and, with the way it’s slightly overgrown and unstyled, Bucky can see a hint of the natural waves.
Before he can even start on Tony’s arms — those arms, god — the owner of said mouth-watering biceps is snapping his fingers in front of Bucky’s face. “Hey, Elsa,” he says, voice light with amusement. “Anyone in there?”
The easy, joking tone in Tony’s voice reminds Bucky how screwed he is.