Poisonous

Wait I forgot to name this chapter... Fuck it no name

I just want y'all to know I read EVERY comment on this story and some of you are low key thirsty as hell. Get some help. Jk don't I love the comments 😂 I feel so bad because I forgot to publish the last chapter on Ao3 so my readers there were left on a cliffhanger for like two days. Hey besties just letting you know I'm going to be fixing some typos in the earlier chapters so you might get an update notification. Y'all I know this chapter is late, but I drank a whole carton of orange juice last night and it made me throw up. My mom is really mad at me because I missed the ACT.  I just really like orange juice, OKAY? I listen to Hannah Montana sometimes while writing this I just thought I should let everyone know that. Writing a scene where Y/N, Sam, and Bucky laugh so much it hurts because my boys deserve to be HAPPY.  IM LITERALLY so mad because while i was writing this chapter I got hungry so I went downstairs to get my Chinese food leftovers and my dad had ate them. But I made him apologize because I have big dick energy. 

By the time they had gone to bed it was already pretty late. But when the sunlight came through the curtains, Zemo was still sound asleep. Likely due to all the pain medication he was on for the bullet wound he was nursing.

All of Y/N's things were loaded into the jet already but she managed to find a short black tank top she had left out, along with a pair of low rise jeans. The cold morning air made her shiver as she changed into the revealing top. Not wanting to wake Zemo, she looking through the drawers quietly trying to find something to cover her shoulders.

Eventually she found one of his dress shirts that she could wear unbuttoned as a jacket. The sleeves were too long so she rolled them up. The only shoes she had were the boots she wore to the GRC conference. They were still covered in blood but that would have to be a concern for another time.

Hearing people shuffling around outside the room, Y/N tiptoed out into the hallway. Bucky and Sam were talking in hushed tones even though they didn't yet notice she was there. "Hey y'all want some breakfast," she asked, interrupting whatever they were talking about.

"Actually I was thinking we were going to leave soon," Bucky told her, awkwardly running a hand through the hair on his neck.

Y/N was surprised that they were leaving so soon. "Where ya headed to?" she questioned.

"There's a party at Sam's place, so we're going back there," Bucky explained, not meeting her eyes as he spoke.

Sam was annoyed by his beating around the bush. "Bucky here can't manage to tell you so I will. You're invited, just wanted to make that clear," he said.

Bucky looked embarrassed at Sam's words. "Only if you want to. I mean you're probably busy. It's no problem," Bucky rambled, not wanting to bother her with his plans if she had other things she needed to do.

"Of course I want to come. We've got a lot to celebrate. Isn't that right, Captain America?" Y/N said, a big smile on her face as she used Sam's new title.

Both of the men nodded, happy that she was back to her old self now that Zemo was okay. "Right then, let's get the jet loaded. Buck, can you go get Zemo?" Y/N asked.

"Do we have to bring him?" Bucky whined. He was being supportive of their relationship but that doesn't mean he had to enjoy being around the other man.

"Yes we do. He took a bullet for me, the least you can do is be civil," Y/N lectured Bucky.

He rolled his eyes and went into the room to get Zemo and bring him to the jet. Y/N and Sam packed up and brought the rest of their stuff. Soon they were ready to depart.

Zemo was still resting in the cabin of the plane while everyone else was in the living space. Oznick had brought them a very nice breakfast of eggs and toast with a side of fruit. Not having eaten anything substantial since Riga, Y/N quickly consumed the food.