"C'mon man just admit it, you like her."
"What?" Steve chuckled. "Where'd you get that from?"
"You're telling me you don't think she's pretty?"
"Well-- I never said that. She's beautiful, of course she is. But I didn't bring her here just because I like her, I brought her because she needed some help."
"So you do like her!"
"No-- Come on, Buck. I'm just not ready for that. Besides, she's clearly got a lot of her own crap going on."
My own crap? Is he saying I have too much baggage for him? Wait-- he called me beautiful? You shifted in the bed to get their attention.
"Wait-- okay shh, she's waking up."
You opened your eyes to see Steve and Bucky in the kitchen.
"Hey, look who's finally up," Steve said from the kitchen. You sat up on the bed and looked around. Sam wasn't in the room. Maybe he's still sleeping. You got up and walked over to the two men.
"Good morning," you said with a yawn.
"Mornin'," Bucky replied. He was eating a plate full of eggs and bacon.
"Wow that smells delicious," you said sitting at the table with him. Steve placed a plate in front of you and poured some eggs out of a pan. He went back to the stove and grabbed a stack of pancakes and more strips of crispy bacon, and put them on the table.
"Oh it is. Steve's pancakes are the best," said Bucky.
"I thought you didn't like cooking," you said, smiling up at Steve. He grabbed a plate of his own, and a pancake off the stack.
"I don't, normally. But I do it on certain occasions."
"Oh? What's the occasion?" you asked as you got some food on your fork.
"Well," he looked from his food up at you. "We have a guest," he said with a soft smile. You smiled back and kept eating. You heard Bucky snicker beside you, but just brushed it off. "This is great, Steve. Thanks."
"Not a problem," he said as he ate his pancake.
"So, where's Sam? Is he still sleeping?" you asked.
"Nah," Bucky started. "He goes on a run practically every morning."
"Wow." You finished your food and walked over to the counter where your phone was charging. You unplugged it and checked your messages.
Mom: *4 missed calls*
Are you okay?
Where are you?
Y/n??
Call me!
Avery: Hey, I ran into you-know-who earlier, he said you didn't come home last night? He's such a creep but-- where are you?
Hello?
Y/n? Are you good?
If you need a place you can come by my apartment any time. 569 Leaman Place.
*3 missed calls*
"Shit..." you said to yourself.
"Everything alright?" Steve asked from the table.
"Yeah, just a lot of missed messages. I didn't really tell anyone where I was going." You walked back over to the living room and dialed your mom's number. Might as well at least let her know I'm safe...
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Perfect Strangers
FanfictionY/n runs to New York City on a whim after a messy breakup. She gets stuck with no phone, no plan, and no place to stay. Steve sees her and comes to help, letting her stay in his apartment, which he shares with his friends Sam and Bucky. Maybe it's b...
