Of Course, Angel
Iris’ POV
Fuck
Iris’ head pounded along with the ache that seemed to be hammering every inch of her body. She managed to sit up against the headboard and groaned. Iris suddenly noticed the room looked familiar but wasn’t her own. The layout was the same but everything was reversed.
She didn’t see anyone else and the room and suddenly got worried.
Iris rubbed her temples before pulling the covers away from her body.
“What the fuck?” She was wearing an oversized shirt with the all to familiar scent. Bucky.
Iris groaned as the memories of the previous night rushed back to her. Shit. My bag.
Her eyes darted around the room as she stood up. Iris’ legs were wobbly but she managed to keep herself up. After a few frantic seconds Iris spotted her small bag sitting on the desk. She rushed to grab it, nearly tearing it open. Her panic quickly turned into relief as she saw the two small packets mixed in with the other items.
Iris’ relief was short lived as she heard the door to the bedroom open. She quickly zipped up the bag again, holding it behind her as Bucky walked in with a plate of food. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted to Iris and she wasn’t sure if she felt like throwing up or salivating.
“How you feeling?” Bucky asked, placing the platter down on the nightstand. “Do I need to get a doctor?”
Bucky rushed towards Iris but still kept his distance.
“No.” Iris responded a little too quickly. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“So… Do you want breakfast?”
“What time is it?”
“That is not an answer to the question but it is just after noon.”
“How long was I out?”
“About ten hours.”
“Wha..?” Iris’ legs faltered for a second but she caught herself on the desk before Bucky could rush and sweep her off he feet again, literally. However, Iris wasn’t opposed to the idea, she just didn’t want to freak out again.
“You should really eat something.”
“That definitely sounds like a good idea right now.”
Iris walked over to the bed still holding her bag behind her. As she sat down on the bed Iris pulled the tray of food onto her lap.
“I promise I didn’t look through your stuff.” Bucky fidgeted as he stood a few feet in front of Iris whose mouth was now stuffed with breakfast items.
“Thanks for that.” Iris sipped at her coffee in which she had added milk and sugar. “You can sit too, I wont bite.”
Bucky seemed relieved as he sunk into the bed next to Iris.
“I’m really sorry about last night. I have no idea what happened, I just kinda freaked out.” Iris burst out quickly.
“It’s not your fault Iris. I should’ve known better.”
“How would you know I’d freak out if a hot super soldier tried to kiss me.”
“You think I’m hot?”
Iris laughed and rolled her eyes.
“Quite literally, you’re like a space heater.” She placed her thin fingers around his right arm. They barely circled halfway but the warmth was still there. Bucky chuckled as Iris continued to eat until there was nothing left but crumbs.
“Bucky, thanks for the dinner last night and the breakfast now. Well they were both breakfast but you get what I mean. Other than the ending last night was pretty good. I’d love to do it again, minus the me freaking out part.” Iris was hesitant. You dumbass. Why would he ever want to go out with you again after your little stunt. You’re lucky he didn’t just leave you in the alley.
Bucky smiled. What?
“Of course I’d love to go out again, Angel.”