|1| Promise Me ✦ {Bucky Barnes}

Chapter 8: Life Is A Highway

A/N: Hey guys! First update of 2021 (finally, whoops)! I don't really have any announcements, other than apologizing yet again for late updates. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

- Harper E. Pierce

BRIAR:

The next morning, my eyes fluttered open, for me to realize that I had woken up in a place I didn't recognize. Oddly enough, the sunlight was streaming in. My pillow was abnormally firm, which I then realized was not a pillow at all, but the left peck of the person I recognized to be my childhood crush.

"Oh fuck, I stayed the night?!" I whispered to myself. My eyes were wide, and my cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Yes, you did," a voice groaned. I looked up at Bucky, whose eyes were still shut as if he was sleeping. He heard that? Abruptly, I sat up in the bed, and ran my hand through my hair, "will you calm down? I'm trying to sleep here," he grumbled. I looked over at the time. Ten in the morning?!

"Fuck! I'm late for work!" I sprung out of bed, and ran towards the door of his bedroom, "get up, Buck, we need to go!" I exclaimed as I ran towards the shower.

After my short shower, I quickly got dressed and threw my hair in a dutch braid. I didn't really bother with my makeup before I ran out of my bedroom, only to slam into a muscular, metal-armed, and very shirtless Bucky, who had obviously just come out of the shower, since he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. I stumbled back for a second after crashing into him.

"Jesus, slow down, woman!" He barked.

"For fuck's sakes, put on a shirt!" I stressed, pushing past him.

"Coulda said the same to you about pants yesterday, Risky Business," he shot back as he walked into his room. I walked into the kitchen, where Steve was already dressed, and cooking breakfast.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, "I called Fury saying you wouldn't be in 'til noon this morning, so no need to rush," my blonde best friend assured me, "eggs and bacon?"

"Sounds delicious," Steve handed me a plate with the breakfast he made, along with the cup of black coffee to pair it. I began shoving my face with the amazing food Steve had made me. Steve was always a good cook, even when everything was boiled back in the forties and generally flavourless. He always managed to make it taste good. But I felt a pair of eyes on me as I ate, and I looked up at Steve, who was giving me a knowing look, "what?" I shrugged with a mouthful of food.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full," he chastised, "and secondly, what was going on in there?" He asked. I swallowed the food in my mouth before continuing.

"What do you mean?" I genuinely had no clue what he was referring to.

"Oh nothing, just this-" he slid his phone across the counter and I took a look at it. My eyes widened in horror as I looked up at him.

"Steve, what the fuck?!" I threw the phone at him angrily.

"You really need to get that mouth under control,"

"You took a picture of Bucky and I sleeping together?!" I exclaimed. For someone as kind as Steve was, I couldn't believe he'd stoop so low.

"Well it was past six, and when you weren't up, I went to go wake you. When I didn't find you, I was going to wake up Bucky, but I found you just fine on my own," he shrugged, "besides, Nat totally needed to see why you were going to be late to work today," he chuckled.

"You sent it to Nat?!" I slammed my fist on the table, "god, I could fucking strangle you right now!"

"Why, what did he do?" Bucky asked as he walked into the room. He stared at both of us with this perplexed look on his face.