Cold Feet (BuckyXReader)
“If you steal the blankets again, I will put my cold feet on you.” you giggled in response to his huff of disappointment, “It’s nowhere near my fault that you’re a selfish sleeper.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, “I’m not selfish, and I don’t steal all the covers.”
“Oh, yeah? Well I have proof. Here, let me pull up the video of you snoring directly in my face right after leaving me with three inches of bed to freeze to death on.” As you start across the room for your phone Bucky grabs your wrist with a groan.
“I thought you deleted that.” His nose scrunches up at the memory of the video taken no farther than a few inches from his face - detailing every wrinkle in his forehead with the clearest audio of (what Sam described as) a train off the tracks rolling down a mountain of ducks.
Your eyes shoot to your left and then back to Bucky’s face as you nod, “You’re right, I definitely did delete it.”
“I’ll fight you right here, doll. Don’t make me embarrass you.” Bucky pulled your hips towards from where he sat on the bed, looking up at you sternly as his chin rested on your stomach.
Tilting your head to the side you pondered, “I think that just may be, just a little, in the tiniest way, illegal.” You pinched your fingers together in front of his face.
Bucky thought for a moment, “Yeah I guess fighting a girl wouldn’t look good on the record.”
You agreed, “Yeah, especially when that girl is your wife.”
He pursed his lips and hummed in agreement, shutting his eyes as his head lay against your torso. You ran your fingers through his hair, eventually causing Bucky to pull your legs over his as he rubbed your back and placed small kisses over your cheeks.
The moment of peace was quickly interrupted by the sound of quick footsteps running down the hall and stopping right behind you in the frame of the door. Freezing and closing your eyes, you whispered into Bucky’s ear from where you sat comfortably in his lap, “Do you think if we stay perfectly still they won’t see us?”
Bucky had closed his eyes the moment he heard the footsteps approaching. He responded with the quietest voice he could muster, barely moving his lips, “We can try very, very hard but I have a feeling our guests may be part of the best spies on the planet.”
You both sat completely still for a minute or so, waiting for any noise to come from your interruption. Without any tracking of how they got there, you felt the bed below you dip from behind Bucky. Slowly, the movement creeped closer and closer to where you sat on Bucky’s thighs until there was a breath on your face and the back of Bucky’s neck.
A small whisper was accompanied by two hands leaning onto your husband’s back, “Mommy, daddy, are we playing statue?”
Neither of you responded, holding in your own giggles to your daughter’s analyzing as Bucky held in pride for how untrackable she was from sound alone.
The bed had flexed again, another presence adding itself to the party, this time nowhere near as stealthy. With no words, one set of hands was on Bucky’s side while another found your tummy, wiggling fingers to get a response. While none was pulled from you, Bucky erupted in laughter from the sensation and nearly tossed you off of him as he tried to escape the touch.
As you stood and opened your eyes you watched as the two brunettes, no taller than his legs, brought Bucky to tears in giggles.
“Mommy! Help us!” One of the girls called to you. You jumped in, holding his legs down with your own to prevent his escape as you wiggled your fingers over his sides and neck. His pleas of stopping were met with laughter from the kids - and in one moment an evil laugh as Bucky wheezed, unable to laugh properly anymore. As he began to turn red from the extensive torture, you finally pulled the girls back into you and away from Bucky.
“Okay, okay,” you laughed, “I think daddy’s had enough, ladies.” Your daughters sat in their laughter as Bucky sprawled out on the bed, the three of you still sitting in his lap.
After regaining control of his breath, Bucky looked up at you and shook his head, “I can’t believe you betrayed me - my own girls.” He threw his hands up dramatically, reaching and tickling their tummies lightly. Their giggles were met with a deep smile from your husband and a sigh of content.
“Okay, girls. I think it’s time for bed.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around the three of you, squishing the group into a bundle as he stood and turned, dropping you on the bed.
He was met with a surprising agreement from the toddlers, that was until they started tucking themselves into your bed. “Woah, woah, woah. This isn’t your room.” Bucky raised an eyebrow, “What do you think you’re doing, doll face?” He asked the twin who was older by three minutes as she laid back on his pillow, pulling the comforter up to her chin.
“Getting comfy.” She replied simply.
He looked at you in disbelief as you stood in amusement. You shrugged, “Yeah, that one is definitely yours.”
“And the other?” He questioned.
Both of you watched the younger twin snuggled in against her sister, asking for more space on the pillow and shoving her after getting no answer in half a second. You raised your brows to him, “The other is also yours.”
Bucky sighed in faux defeat, “Okay fine, you two can sleep here tonight. But, you go back to big girl beds tomorrow.”
“You got it, daddy!” One agreed after the other, “Big girl beds are for tomorrow!”
You watched Bucky crawl into his side of the bed, replacing the pillow behind the girls’ heads with his right arm and pulling the blanket up to their chins. You shut off the lights and made one last call for the potty before crawling into bed yourself.
As everyone slowly drifted to sleep to the sound of the air conditioner, you felt a soft tap on your cheek. You opened your eyes slightly to see Bucky beaming with adoration from across two tiny crowns of black as the arm below them reached out to you. You set your face in his hand, allowing his thumb to run over your cheek in peace. Before shutting your eyes for the night you placed a small kiss on his palm and extended your arm to meet his other, connecting the space on top of the blanketed toddlers.
Your fingers interlocked and two small hands reached out from under the cover, adding themselves to the knot. You smiled to yourself in peace, drifting to the hum of Bucky’s favorite lullaby leaving his chest and soothing your daughters into their dreamland.
Bucky was woken up four hours later with not only your cold feet on his back, but two sets of tiny cold feet as well. He had stolen the covers, and his girls were getting revenge.