Chapter one
Bucky was laying on the armchair in the lounge, his head hung over the side, his two toned pigtails bundled up into messy buns on the top of his head. He was waiting for Steve to come home.
Bucky was suspended from action until further notice, Steve’s new toxin experiment went off without a hitch, but when Steve misplaced the prototype he naturally assumed that Bucky had moved it. A simple domestic turned into a full blown argument. Which in turn left Bucky with a black eye and bruises around his throat, but the argument ended with Steve also having a shiner.
Day three of his suspension and he was already getting bored out of his mind. Bucky had cleaned the mansion from top to bottom, washed and ironed all of Steve’s clothes and cooked all the meals for the week and froze them, dinner was never at a usual time so he had to freeze the meals and nuke them in the microwave for when Steve was hungry. Gourmet dining, I mean really.
Since the chemical bath there were a few more rules for Bucky to obey, especially when he gained the official title of the Nomad’s boyfriend.
The first being he wasn’t allowed to wear his outfit other than on jobs or for Steve’s own personal enjoyment. Two, due to Bucky developing acute insomnia, Steve used this to his advantage …. Which meant he had to wake the blond up at six am every morning on the dot with a steaming cup of coffee and breakfast. Three, all domestic chores were to be done in Steve’s absence, he never wanted to see Bucky doing housework around him, because if he was doing that, it meant he wasn’t giving Steve his undivided attention. Four, He basically had to dress like a nun if he was left in the house alone with the Henchmen, even though Steve knew Bucky could handle himself, he didn’t trust his boys. Five, no public displays of affection. Not even in front of the men, Steve didn’t want it to look like he’d gone soft.
Finally, not under any circumstances was he ever, and he meant Ever, to interact with the Cap in any way. If he did, Steve promised to push Bucky out of the highest building in Brooklyn, and leave him for the gutter rats to decide his fate. And considering the mood he was in lately, the brunette wouldn’t have put it past him.
Despite being in the game for just under a year, he’d never actually met Captain Marvel. It seemed whenever Steve went on his solo missions she’d always show up, but when Bucky tagged along she was nowhere to be seen.
That’s where Steve was now, dueling with the cap, ruining Bucky’s plan of a kissing and make up session with his favorite psychopath. Usually their spats didn’t last that long, he’d leave Bucky to think about what he’d done and Bucky would leave him to stew in his anger for a couple of days. Then the brunette would do his usual routine of slipping on a sexy outfit and knock on Steve’s office door. They’d both emerge a few hours later half dressed and completely exhausted.
Not this time, he’d dismissed his efforts of an apology last night, saying he was ‘too busy’ for him, and to stop his bitch whining and go make him a sandwich.
Bucky rolled his eyes remembering his rejection, he swore to himself he’d try again tonight, and if he dismissed him for a second night running, Bucky would just move into one of the spare rooms, and wear practically nothing around the house. Just to tease the bastard.
Instead of moping around on the couch Bucky decided it was time to give his undivided attention to the second love of his life… His ‘Mr. D’ not as kinky as Bucky would have liked, Mr. D is the nickname he gave his bike, He was essentially calling his Ducati that to annoy Steve.
Bouncing off the couch, Bucky walked to the garage, picking up a paintbrush and slipping into his grey coveralls, he rolled up his sleeves, tightening the belt around his waist and unzipped it slightly, just in case Steve came back in a good mood. Bucky caught his reflection in the bonnet of the Audi R8, he looked like a sexy 1940s mechanic. Maybe that would jog Steve’s memory and put him in the mood.
Bucky bit his cherry balmed lips, thinking of a well needed service taking place over the hood of his Lamborghini, but that was doubtful.
Turning his attention over to his bike, Bucky set up his temporary work station, he was currently repainting the engine covers, on the left he had painted a stencil of Steve’s jester tattoo, and on the right he was painting red and blue diamonds. He did originally plan to have ‘Mr. D’ painted there, but knowing Steve’s fits or jealousy, he’d probably have the bike destroyed.
Typical man
He leant over and turned on the radio, they were playing throwbacks to the 2000s. Thank god! Recently Steve had been playing classical music non stop, claiming it helped him clear his mind or some shit Bucky wasn’t listening. It was driving him insane….Well insaner.
Bucky was humming along to ‘Love the way you lie’ which haha very fitting to him and Steve’s relationship. Laying over the seat of the bike, leaning over to the left side to start painting over the stencil. He’d decided to go for a white skull with a red and blue jester hat. This was his little project, he didn’t need classical music to clear his head, he just needed to focus on something that wasn’t Steve…Or housework.
Bucky had just finished the skull outline when the garage door opened, he glanced up and saw the black van roll in, followed by Steve’s lambo. He dropped his brush and sat up straight watching them drive in. He couldn’t tell at this point if the mission had been successful or not, only time could tell.
Bucky wiped his hands down the coveralls and then pushed a loose curtain bang out of his face. Rollins hopped out of the van, looking pleased with himself; Ever since the altercation between him and Nomad in the gym, they had remained distant with each other. He vowed to Steve he wouldn’t train Bucky anymore or even speak to him unless it was necessary. They did steal a few words and conversations every now and then, just to keep the peace.
He walked past him, looking Bucky up and down. He closed his eyes and nodded his head side to side smiling
‘What?’ He mouthed at him, returning the smile.
He gestured at his chest and nodded his head again, Bucky looked down noticing the zipper was down so far that he was bound to have a nip slip at any moment, the smeared paint didn’t help the situation.
“Shit” Bucky grabbed the zip and pulled it up. That was close.
He left the room shaking his head, the other henchmen followed, after watching them leave he turned his attention back to the lambo reversing in its parking space.
Bucky bit his lip, unzipping his coveralls again, deciding if Steve was in a good mood that it would be worth a shot. He roughly tied up his hair, leaving pink and blue tipped bangs to frame his face and he quickly reapplied his cherry lipbalm, putting on his winning smile.
“Stevie?”