Snowmen
“I still don’t know how you have such soft hair but don’t use conditioner, WHY ARE YOU DEFYING LOGIC!” you exclaimed, running your hands through Bucky’s hair, his head propped on your lap.
“Because he’s worth it,” Clint piped up, sitting next to Natasha on the floor.
“You’re all not worthy,” Thor boomed, swinging his hammer above his head proudly.
“We’re talking about hair, Thor, not your stupid hammer,” Clint scoffed. He went to stroke Nat’s hair and she slapped his hand away. “Ow, Nat, damn.” Natasha smirked and elbowed him lightly.
“I have been told that I have… what was the word? Fabulous? Fabulous hair?” Thor pondered, dropping his hammer down on the coffee table. You burst out laughing and almost knocked Bucky off of your lap.
“Is that not right?” Thor frowned, running a hand through his gold locks.
“It’s pretty accurate,” Nat commented, holding back a grin. Thor shrugged and crashed down onto the couch next to you. Bucky was practically purring as you ran your hands through his hair again.
“I’ll have to stop in a minute so soak it up, bud,” you sighed and Bucky groaned.
“But whyyyyy,” he complained, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. You shook your head and he shut them again.
“I’m going to see Ryan,” you said, lifting his head up and shimmying out from underneath him. “Thor can take over.” You winked at Thor and he slid into your spot.
“Wait, what?” Bucky exclaimed, opening his eyes to find Thor beaming down at him, his head on the god’s lap. He sat up quickly and you ran out of the room before he could catch you.
You slowed down when you were a safe distance from him and walked up to Ryan’s room. You knocked softly but there was no answer. It had been 3 weeks since the incident with HYDRA and he seemed to be progressing really well. You knocked a little harder but still no reply. You opened the door and stuck your head around it cautiously. There was nobody inside but there was a small note on the bedside table. You sat down on his neatly made bed and read the note.
“WITH SAM, I’LL FIND YOU WHEN I’M FINISHED. RYAN.”
You sighed and grabbed a pen from the table and wrote “okie doke” underneath it so he knew you were there. You left the note and pen on the table and looked around the room. Suddenly, something emerged from the back of your mind. You picked up his pillow and underneath it, you found a crinkled, folded piece of paper, the one that you had caught him looking at sometimes when you walked in and he wasn’t expecting you.
You opened and couldn’t help the tears that prickled at the back of your eyes. It was a picture of the two of you when you were about four, and he was around ten, on Christmas morning. You were sitting on his shoulders with your arms stretched towards the sky, trying to put a carrot on the snowman that stood tall next to you. Ryan’s face was split into a giant grin as he gripped your ankles to keep you from falling as snow fell on your face.
You smiled softly as a tear escaped your eye and you wiped it away, sniffling as you folded the photo back up and put it under his pillow again. When you left, you felt your heart surge with happiness and couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey doll, you weren’t long,” Bucky said, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Ryan wasn’t there, he’s with Sam,” you said absentmindedly, your eyes hooded and the smile still lingering on your lips.
“What’s got you so happy?” Bucky asked, looking at your content face.
“It’s nothing, just in a good mood,” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. His smell comforted you so much and you let your eyes drift close. He wrapped both his arms around you and you threw your arms around his waist, not opening your eyes. You stayed like that for so long that you forgot you were still standing.
“Are you asleep?” he murmured huskily in your ear. You shivered and sighed.
“Almost,” you muttered into his chest. You pulled away and opened your eyes sleepily.
“Come on, doll,” he said, kneeling next to you. You climbed onto his back and he hoisted you up as he stood. “For someone who’s part of the Avenger’s team, you certainly are lazy.”
“Yeah but it’s endearing,” you joked, snuggling against his back. He carried you to the living room where the rest of the Avengers were taking up most of the couches.
“We were about to pick a movie,” Bruce called over his shoulder, tossing the remote to Tony.
“What do you guys wanna watch?” he said, flicking through his collection quickly. “Action, thriller, horror, romantic comedy?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the last one.
“Anything that doesn’t have loud noises and explosions,” you groaned as Bucky set you down on the couch next to Steve. He ruffled your hair as Bucky took the seat on the other side of you.
“Long day, (Y/N)?” Steve asked and you sighed and put your head on his shoulder.
“Hey, you’re supposed to lie on me, not that punk!” Bucky exclaimed jokingly. You pulled his arm and let him fall onto your shoulder.
“Now, it’s a cuddle train,” you smiled softly. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as the other’s squabbled over what movie to pick. You wiggled the phone out of your pocket to read the message.
“SORRY I’M BEAT, TALK TOMORROW? RYAN.”
“SURE, I’LL MAKE YOU BREAKFAST, SLEEP WELL KID X” you typed quickly before sliding the phone back into your pocket.
“Can we all agree on The Karate Kid?” Clint asked exasperatedly as him and Tony wrestled for the remote. There was a chorus of okay’s and whatever’s and Tony finally pushed Clint away next to Natasha.
“I always had a thing for Johnny Lawrence, I don’t know why,” you reminisced.
“Is it because he was blond or because he was a badboy?” Steve asked curiously. The two super soldiers looked at you for a reply.
“I’ll let you two figure it out,” you giggled, letting Bucky snuggle up to you as you leant on Steve.
You hadn’t even gotten to the part where Daniel LaRusso starts helping out Mr Miyagi at his house before you drifted to sleep contently.