It's been a few hours since Steve went downstairs. I'm in my room, I haven't left it in awhile.
It's maybe 11:30 and I can't sleep.
Tony and Steve got Bucky settled in awhile ago. His room is just a few down from mine on the left.
I watch the clock impatiently.
11:31
"Screw this." I say jumping up. I go down to the kitchen for a small snack.
"And there is nothing in the fridge." I say out loud.
"Sorry." a voice says coming from behind me. It makes me jump a little bit.
I grab a knife from the countertop and rush to turn on the light.
"Oh it's just you." i say with a sigh of relief as i'm met with Bucky's blue eyes.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asks.
"What were you sorry for?"
"What?"
"You said sorry, earlier. What did you say sorry for?"
"I ate what was in the fridge."
"That was my sandwich you idiot."
"Sorry, I haven't had good food in 70 years." he says, going up the small incline that separates the kitchen from the commons area.
I brush that off my shoulders and go to the pantry.
"Do you want anything?" i say, back turned towards him.
"I'm good."
"Suit yourself." i say as i grab a granola bar out of the pantry.
"Do you think we can have a real introduction?" he says. That caught me off guard.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well the first time we met, I almost killed you. Then the second time you wouldn't let me apologize, and then the third time i apologized but we were interrupted by the blonde warrior or whatever his name is."
I laugh softly. "Ok, tell me your name and three fun facts about yourself."
I'm now standing across from him at the kitchen island.
"You go first." Bucky says.
"Alright." I say. "My name is Violet Athena Romanoff. My favorite color is yellow, my favorite place on earth is coney island, and one time i snuck into a Taylor Swift meet and greet.'' I say.
"You like coney island?" he says
"More than anything." I replied.
"I remember one time, I made Steve ride the cyclone there. He threw up afterwards." Bucky says.
I laugh a bit louder than I should. "Sounds like something Steve would do."
"I do have one question though."
"Shoot." I say, taking a bite of my granola bar.
"Who is Taylor Swift?" Bucky asks.
"I'm sorry, how do you not know who Taylor Swift is? Were you born in like, 1917 or something?"
"Yes." he says.
"Oh my god i'm sorry." I say quickly.
"No it's ok." hey says, laughing it off. "My turn."
I'm excited to hear what he has to say.
"My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you already knew that. I fell off a train, I am Steve's friend, and I think I'm yours too.
"Those facts were pretty lame." I say.
"I can't remember anything. Steve had to tell me all of that."
I pause. "I am so sorry."
"It's fine, there's nothing you can do about it."
We sit in silence for a minute or so.
It's weird. I notice him just fidgeting with his hands and hair, he's breathing a bit heavier now.
"I'm gonna go to bed." i say, walking away from the island nervously.
"Goodnight Bucky." my voice is shakier then usual. walking out of the room i hear a faint "goodnight Violet." from Bucky.
