Sleeping Bucky

When you walked to the kitchen the next morning with Bucky’s hand in yours, it wasn’t much of a surprise to the others. You stared at the ground as the blush began to creep across your cheeks and Bucky pulled you closer to him and squeezed your hand. You took a seat in between him and Steve at the table and saw the smirk on Steve’s face from the corner of your eye. It wasn’t until the end of breakfast that the show began.

“So where’s Bruce? Still cooling off?” you said, chewing your pancake and taking a sip of tea.

“Crap…” Tony muttered.

“Tony…”

“He’s still um locked in the panic room…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shit,” Nat jumped up from the table and walked out towards one of the labs on the far end of the Tower. “I’ll let him out.”

“Speaking of last night, caught some action did you, Frostie?” Tony winked at Bucky, who smirked and put his arm around you in a reply.

“What’s it to you, Iron Ass?” you snapped and rolled your eyes. Clint snickered from the end of the table.

“Did Brother James take part in a brawl?” Thor said while shovelling down a poptart, a confused expression on his face.

“Well I always thought (Y/N) liked it rough,” Tony grinned before Bucky swung a metal arm at his face. He ducked just in time and Bucky’s fist hit the air, falling down to his side.

“Watch it Weiner Soldier, I’m the one paying for the food,” Tony chided with a toothy grin. Bucky growled and you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards you.

“Back off, Tony,” Steve said, standing in between him and Bucky.

“Capsicle, sweetheart, you’re taking his side over mine?” Tony pouted and crossed his arms.

“I was unaware of your affections to Brother Steve, Brother Anthony!” Thor boomed happily and brought them into a bone-crushing hug. Steve squirmed and you actually witnessed Bucky crack a smile, along with Clint howling with laughter on the floor.

“No Thor, I think he was just kidding,” Steve muttered, wiggling out of Thor’s grasp and turning scarlet.

“James, want to go for a walk?” you whisper to Bucky while he was distracted. He turned towards you and gave a small smile, taking your hand once again.

“Piggy back ride?” he said with a smirk. You grinned and jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his middle and arms around his neck.

“Don’t expect all piggy backs to end the same,” you teased, digging his sides and clicking your tongue.

“I’m not a horse, doll.”

“Guess I can’t ride you then.” You could feel Bucky laugh underneath you and his ears went pink. You let go of his neck and played with his hair, until you reached his room and he let you down gently on the couch.

“Movie?” you suggested, switching on his TV. You still had your suspicions on whether he actually knew how to work it or not. “Got anything specific on your list?”

He pulled out a small notebook – similar to Steve’s – from his pocket and tossed it towards you. You flicked through the pages and found something that made you squeal and he frowned at you.

~

“What does ‘fetch’ mean?” Bucky asked thirty minutes later, pausing the movie.

“Buck, Regina will ask that in the next sentence, just watch the movie,” you said, exasperated at Bucky’s impatience. “Please leave all questions until the hot chocolate intermission.”

~

“So is it actually slang from England?”

“No, it was just some word she made up,” you smiled, stirring the pot of milk and cocoa powder. “What else?”

“What’s a dyke? And a skitch?” Bucky asked, pulling out two mugs and a box of marshmallows from the cupboard.

“It is to my understanding that a dyke is an embankment created out of rocks and debris that is built up on either side of a river, like an artificial levee,” J.A.R.V.I.S. stated. Bucky flinched at the sudden sound of the AI and shook his head, muttering something about computers and no privacy.

“How could Janice be built up along the side of a river…” Bucky frowned.

“I don’t think that’s what they were referring to in the movie, J.A.R.V.I.S.,” you said, giggling.

“My apologies, madam.”

“This is done,” you said, grabbing the cups and carefully pouring the hot chocolate into them. Bucky watched as you piled them with whipped cream and marshmallows, and sprinkled the top with a light dusting of the cocoa powder. Hot chocolate was your specialty.

“TA-DAH!” you exclaimed, presenting him with your masterpiece. He took the cup from your hands and kissed you gently on the cheek. You watched him take the first sip and smirked as he’s eyes widened and he was left with a cream moustache. You stifled a laugh just as Steve and Thor strolled into the kitchen, chatting about something. Steve stopped dead in his tracks and let out a wide smile at the sight of Bucky’s face.

“Finally growing the old moustache Buck? Gotta say, it looks like old age caught up to you, it’s looking fairly white,” Steve grinned, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. It wasn’t often you saw Steve joke with others, he was just so comfortable with Bucky. It was so adorable!

Bucky frowned again and raised his hand to wipe away the moustache. You burst out laughing and had to put your cup back on the counter so you didn’t spill it when you doubled over and clutched your stomach. As you straightened up, Bucky laughed sarcastically and wiped a giant dollop of cream onto your nose. You crossed your eyes to look at your nose as Thor walked over and stuck his finger on it and scooped up some cream.

“Devine!” he boomed as he licked his finger. You glowered at Bucky and he just smirked and licked the rest of the cream off of your nose.

“Gross, Bucky!” you shouted, wiping your nose with your sleeve and shoving his shoulder lightly.

“You guys are too cute,” Steve swooned dramatically.

“Shut up, punk,” you and Bucky said in unison. Steve laughed wholeheartedly and walked out of the kitchen with Thor at his heels.

“So, are we going to finish watching Mean Girls?” you asked, cradling your hot chocolate in your cold hands and pressing your forehead against Bucky’s chest. Him being so much taller than you was a giant plus on the relationship side of things.

“Okay, though I didn’t really know it was a movie at all, someone just said I needed to check it out,” He said wrapping his free arm around your waist. After a minute of standing there in silence, enjoying being close to each other, you were interrupted by the electronic, English voice that filled the room so suddenly that Bucky nearly dropped his cup.

“Sorry to interrupt Miss (Y/L/N) but-”

“No way, do not tell me I’m being sent on another mission!” you exclaimed angrily.

“Actually, you have a visitor,” J.A.R.V.I.S. replied, somehow sounding like he (or it) was pissed off.

“Who?”

“It would appear to be your brother.”