Y/N has always been seen as "Steve's rambunctious sister." However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don't wor...
Another two weeks had passed, and today was move in day for Y/N into her new apartment.
She had got a small little flat in Midtown Manhattan, so she was right in between her mom and Steve and Bucky's house. Having not really time to get furniture and not really having the money for it just yet, she went ahead and got a furnished apartment, so moving in was easy with only bringing in her bedding, boxes of clothes, and decorations.
The flat that she got was an open concept studio. The only walled rooms were the bathroom and a single closet at the entryway. Everything else was out in the open with no dividers.
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They had given her a bed, couch, dresser, coffee table, and the dining table was an island in the middle of the kitchen looking out to the living room. She went thrifting during some free time finding a bookshelf and end table for her bed to add to the space.
Bucky and Steve had taken the weekend off to help her move in the heavy loaded things. Becca was coming later to help with some decorating to liven up the space.
"Where's this one going?" Steve asked maneuvering through the doorway.
"They're literally labeled, big guy," Y/N shouted from the bathroom where she was organizing her toiletries.
"Not this one, Miss. Sass," Steve countered.
"Just throw it by a wall somewhere then. I'll get to it later," she shouted back.
Bucky came in shortly after with two smaller boxes topped on each other.
"Ok, I think that's it. At least in my car," he noted, dropping them down in the kitchen.
"All clear in my truck," Steve added with a huff as he brushed his hands off.
Y/N came out from the bathroom with her hands on her hips and let out a loud breath.
"Great. All that's left is decorating and at least making my bed so I have a place to collapse once exhaustion hits me," she smiled. "And according to the time," she looked down at her watch, "that will be about 20 minutes."
