Sugar 『Buckyxfem!reader』

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-Y/Ns pov-

Standing in front of his door won't help him so I decide to knock. I lower my voice so I won't wake anyone up.
"James? Can I come in?"

I can hear his sheets ruffling as if he adjusts his position before he answers me with a simple "Yes."

Careful I step into the darkness of his room and close the door behind me. Luckily my eyes adjust to the darkness pretty fast. I can make out his silhouette, James sits on the bed with enough space for me to sit down next to him. Not facing each other we sit on his bed, each on one side, back facing back, starring into the darkness.

"Steve is on a mission."
He mumbles to break the silence.

"I know."
I answer, automatically searching for his hand but he pulls it away as our fingers touch.

"Then why are you here?"

"You sounded like you need someone."
It's not a lie but avoids the answer to what he really wants to know.

"Liam won't be happy about this."
Again he mumbles.

Hearing my, now ex, fiancés name hurts and I crawl my hand into the sheets, not knowing that James notices my reaction.
"Maybe, but why should he care?"
I answer, I've been asking myself that since I stepped into the room.
"So, uhm, if you want to be alone I can leave again."

I start to get up when James grabs my hand.
"Stay."
He hesitates.
"Please."

I don't know why, but James asking me to stay makes me smile. I lift up the sheets and lie down next to him. The sheets start ruffling again as if James tries to lie on top of them.

I chuckle, he still is the gentleman he grew up to be.
"James, after all that we did I think you can stay under the sheets with me."

He turns to look at me to make sure I mean what I said, then he nods and lies back down.

"Do you want to talk about it?"
I keep my voice down and look at the ceiling.

"Do you?"
He does the same.

"Not really."
I answer, knowing that he means the reason why I'm here.

"Me neither."

For a few minutes we just lie there, next to each other, staring at the ceiling. Several times James opens his mouth to say something but not one word leaves his mouth. Slowly I let myself slide closer to him.

"It's okay now, right?"
I whisper.

"I don't know."

I look at him, picturing his face from the 40s and smile.

After all I'm next to him again.

(The next morning.)

Quietly I sneak out of James' room into the spare room wearing one of James' shirts. My training clothes got a little tight last night so James gave it to me. Fastly I slip into the bathroom, out of the clothes and under the shower. Refreshed and in new clothing I head down into the kitchen, not spending a second to look at the time. In the kitchen the whole team except James looks at me.

"Is everything alright?"
I sit down at the set table next to my brother, looking at the food.

Steven looks me up and down. Considering what happened yesterday it must be weird that my lips form a slight smile.

"Make yourself at home, Y/N."
Tony smiles before he leaves.

"Thank you."
Careful I take one of the cups and pour coffee in it.

Just as I take a sip Steven starts talking.
"Happy told us when you arrived yesterday so I went to the spare room when we were back but you weren't there."

Frightened I choke on the coffee as James joints us.

But Steven doesn't stop.
"Then I wanted to tell Buck that we're back and guess who I found."

James and I lock eyes and I take another sip. Trying to sound like it's normal I answer him honestly.
"Probably James and me sleeping in the same bed?"

My brother looks a little bit disappointed.
"Don't you have a fiancé?"

I swallow and look at the plate in front of Steven.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. how late is it?"

"09.30 am, Ms. Rogers."

Startled I choke again, this time on my own spit.
"I'm late for work!"

"Mr. Stark send an excuse to the head of your department, Ms. Rogers."

I let out a deep sigh.
"Tell Tony that I owe him, please."