Chapter One
Sam’s POV:
Man, I should have NEVER gone jogging that day. One second I’m working my boring old counseling job, next thing I know I’ve got a 200 plus pound 3-in-1 boyfriend not to mention that I’m Captain America.
“Mornin’ ‘am” Bucky said, rubbing his eyes as he walked out of our bedroom.
“Good Morning my Matryoshka doll, how are you guys feeling?”I say while flipping my 40th chocolate chip pancake. (Damn super-soldier)
“Haha, very funny, Winter says you should be a comedian”
“Winter’s up? This early in the morning? Are you guys sick or something” my voice clearly filled with concern.
“No, Winter says they don’t want cold pancakes anymore”
“Ah, I see” I go to pour us some coffee, “Well, Torres is coming to hangout today”
“Quins coming? Can we paint like last ‘ime” I hear James say through the trio’s mouth.
“Sure baby. Now who wants some pancakes?” I say turning around with two plates of breakfast.
-A COUPLE HOURS LATER-
I'm braiding James' hair when I hear the doorbell ring.
"Stay here bug, I'm going to get the door to Torres can come in okay"
"Okay Sammy" He says without even looking away from his very important drawing.
"Torres! Welcome to our humble abode" I exclaim opening the door and stepping aside, "Please, do come in"
"Hey Sam! Wheres...who's fronting right now?" Torres asks with the most adorable (woah where did that come from) smile.
"A very excited little boy who is coming to drag you to paint in about 5...4...3..2"
"QUIN" James says while running down the hall getting ready to pull Torres in a hug, when did that start happening?
"Hi there James! Someone tells me we're painting today"
"Yeah, Sammy got us new paints and I wan' to paint a sunrise but Winter wants to paint a sunset and-"
"You're rambling bud, lets let Torres sit down first and then you can finish your story"
"Oh yeah, sorry Quin"
"It's fine bud, so am I going to see Winter or are they going to wait until I leave like last time"
Last time Torres came over to paint with James, Winter insisted that they wait until Torres left to paint, they said they 'didn't want to scare the little bird off', whatever that means.
"I don't know, I hope you can paint with Winter, their really good at it see look!" James drags Torres away to show him some of Winter's art. I thought this would make me jealous but instead I'm happy? Oh no, I can feel the look on my face. Please don't tell me I've fallen for Torres that is the last thing I need right now, screw me, its the last thing Bucky, James, or Winter needs right now.