Red Room

18: Pasta

You fell asleep in a state of pure bliss, in the arms of this guy who, as Wanda would say, you like like. 

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You were slowly waking yourself up, not wanting your current state to ever change, yet knowing it would have to. You took in a deep breath and sighed as you stretched your arms over your head. 

"Well it's about time you woke up." Bucky teased. He had already been awake, his normal hand scrolling though instagram, and his metal one wrapped in a t-shirt holding you. 

You propped your chin up on his chest as he directed his attention from his phone to you. 

"What's with this?" You asked, pulling at the shirt on his arm. 

"It gets too cold, 'cause it's metal. I didn't want to wake you." 

You were just about to respond when Bucky's phone dinged, it was Steve. 

"I'm outside your door, is it safe to come in?", the text read. 

You giggled at his modesty and innocence, Bucky called out to him, "Come in, punk."

The door slowly swung open and Steve crept in. 

"So that's why you didn't wake up to work out or something last night." He said with a smirk. 

"Good morning to you too, Steve. Can I help you?" Bucky remarked. 

"Well I was looking for y/n, so naturally I checked her room, but she wasn't in there." He playfully sassed. 

"Watch it, Rogers. All I need to do is say one word and you'll get pissed off." you shot back.

Bucky furrowed his brows and Steve appeared confused, "and that word is?"

"Fuck." you said, nonchalantly. 

Steve got fake offended and Bucky erupted in laughter which caused Sam to run in. 

"I heard a loud noise! Y'all slept together...again? Shit must be serious." He said, leaning on the door frame. 

Steve lifted a finger and opened his mouth to correct Sam's language, but put it down and shut up as soon as Tony walked in. 

"Language, Sam!" he cheered as he passed by quickly, then backtracked and made his way into the room. 

"You know, y/n, you have your own room." he teased. 

"Why does this keep happening?"you whined. 

"Alright! Everyone out! We'll be down in a few!" Bucky announced. 

Tony, Sam, and Steve all groaned and exited the room. 

You plopped right back down to laying on Bucky and dramatically sighed. 

"Not used to roommates?" he chuckled. 

"No I'm used to roommates, just not social ones."

"What's that mean?" he said, turning his head towards you.

"It means that nobody was necessarily friendly. Don't get me wrong, nice people are great, I'm not complaining it's just....weird. Caring for other people isn't necessarily second nature to me."

"I know what you mean."

There were a few minutes of silence until you remembered what Steve had said.

"Buck?"

"Mmhm?"

"How often do you wake up in the middle of the night?"

Silence followed. 

"I mean, if you don't wanna talk about it, that's fine, it's none of my business anyways." you began to ramble on.

"No, it's not that. I don't know, I guess every night." he said, seemingly noticing the frequency as he verbalized it. 

"Oh." you replied. 

"How often do you?" he said, now running his hands through your hair. 

"I guess every night, too." you said, also just now noticing how regular of an occurrence that was. 

"Nightmares?" he whispered, as if saying it too loud may cause one.

"Yeah." you said, matching his volume, "we should probably get out of bed, it's past noon."

Bucky groaned at this, then flipped over so that he was over you. 

You made direct eye contact, knowing exactly what he was about to do, but not necessarily objecting. 

He bent down to meet your lips, only beginning what was most likely going to become more rated R. 

After a few minutes of lips moving in sync, you began to pull your shirt off, but just as you were, Steve walked in...again. 

Bucky jumped up and threw a sheet over you. "Jesus!" he yelled. 

"I was just making sure you were alive, it's been more than a few minutes." he said calmly. 

You began to put your top back on and crawl out of the bed. You walked past Steve, head hung low to avoid any more awkward exchanges.

Deciding to be an active member in the tower, you decided to try and help Clint make lunch. 

"So...how do you do this?" you asked, picking up the frying pan. 

Clint snickered for a minute before Natasha cleared her throat, signaling for him to shut up. 

"Uh, you can start by following these directions and putting them in a bowl." he said, handing you a phone with the recipe pulled up. 

You did as the instructions called for and handed the bowl to Clint, who then mixed everything up and poured it into a pan. 

"What are we making?" you asked, not having a clue as to what you were doing. 

"Alfredo pasta!" he exclaimed. 

"Oooh! I've seen that on the TV!" you cheered. 

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but have you ever actually tasted it?"

"Well, no."

"You're gonna love it, hand me that spatula."

After heating up the noodles, and hearing all of Clint's "amazing" chef tips, you were finished. 

You stood proudly in front of the pot and inhaled the incredible scent. 

"Well, are you gonna try it?" Nat asked as she fixed herself a bowl. 

"Oh, yeah, almost forgot!"

You ate in silence and had to admit...Clint was right, this is good. 

Bucky made his way out and fixed himself some, sitting next to you on the couch as you anxiously watched him take a bite. 

"Weirdo, I know I'm hot." he joked. 

"Whatever" you said, hitting his arm, "is it good?"

"Yeah, you make it?" he asked with a big smile. 

You nodded eagerly and finished up yours, this whole "family life" type thing might not be so bad after all...

A/N: kind of a filler and just a lot of fluff, I'll try and write another tonight that has more spice, but no promises, also maybe I'll stop naming my chapters after foods, this is like the 3rd or 4th one lol. Also, thanks so much for 9k reads! I love y'all!