Moving Day
It wasn’t long before cabin fever started to creep in.
Despite having a steady flow of visitors, most frequently Sam and Steve, you wanted- no, needed- to get out of your apartment. Pretty sure that if you had to sit through one more movie, one more card game, one more anything inside this building, you would pull your hair out.
So you had finally agreed to Bucky’s original plan of staying at the tower. There, you would at least be able to get outside without having to tackle the stairs, which were getting easier for you, but still took a great deal of energy.
Packing up your things, Bucky was still talking up the idea, as if you hadn’t already said you’d go.
“You’ll have your own space,” he assures you as he throws your duffle bag over his shoulder. “There’s plenty of space there.”
“Yeah. I’ve been there. More than once,” you remind him, staring up from where you are sitting on the end of the bed.
“Right.” He puts his arm under yours, wrapping it across your back to help you stand up.
This gesture was one of the things you let him have. It had become second nature to the two of you now. Any time you were sitting, he’d be right there when you needed to stand.
Everything else you were determined to try and do for yourself, and usually wouldn’t accept his help until you had become frustrated.
But this? This you gave in to.
The physical contact was a welcome change from the distance he been trying to casually keep in place. You didn’t press matters about him sleeping on the couch, but did encourage him to nap in the bed when you weren’t in it, hoping he would get some more restful sleep there.
Bucky clearly still had some feelings to work out about that night. About the incident. Never having held it against him, your only resentment towards him had been in the the way he had handled the days following that incident. And as much as you wanted to be upset with him for it, you had to admit that he was doing a damn good job at making it up to you now.
Most of the team were out on various missions, which is why the two of you had picked this day to show up.
When the doors open on the familiar floor, you begin to head towards the direction of Bucky’s shared living area, but before making it all the way, he stops you.
“Over here,” he guides you off to a different section of the building, and a different room.
“What’s this?” you ask.
“Um… Your room.” He feigns a smile as he walks in.
You raise your eyebrows at him. “And why aren’t we staying in your room?”
He drops your bag onto the bed before running his hand through his hair.
He seems to be having trouble finding the right words when you walk up to him and throw your arms around his neck. “You’re not going to break me Barnes. People have tried. And failed.”
He kisses your forehead softly before saying, “I thought you wanted your space?”
“Not from you!” you laugh, looking up as he just smiles back at you. “Guess you’ll be staying here too, then.”
You raise an eyebrow, challenging him to argue with you. He doesn’t, but pulls you in to a tighter embrace instead.