𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Sleeping In

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning, and after the stressful week you had, you were overjoyed to be able to sleep in. Unfortunately, your body is basically it's own alarm clock since you're so used to waking up every morning for work.

You could see the light orange glow of the sun peeking through the blinds, and the feeling of the cool sheets surrounding your body made you feel so cozy. You slowly opened your eyes, raising your arms above your head in a big stretch.

Looking to your right, Bucky was still sound asleep and you couldn't help but smile at the sight. He was on his stomach with his metal arm wrapped under his pillow and his flesh arm flat on the bed reaching out toward you.

You quietly snuggled up under him, bringing your body between his arm and the bed. He let out a big breath while opening his eyes. A lazy grin slapped on his face, "good morning darling." He whispered into your hair.

"Good morning sleepy head." You replied while lightly running your fingers up and down his back. His smooth skin instantly warming your body. No more words were spoken as the two of you embraced each other, occasionally placing small kisses on one another.

You quickly felt sleep falling back over you and you gratefully accepted it. Bucky was running his fingers through your hair and down your back, causing small goosebumps to arise, but it was the most relaxed you had ever felt.

When you woke up for the second time that morning, you felt much more rested. You moved your arm up to snuggle in closer to Bucky, only to find the bed empty. When you fully woke up enough, you noticed he wasn't there anymore.

You knew sleeping still caused him trouble sometimes and you felt bad thinking that you weren't there for him. Finally rising out of bed, you slipped on a pair of Bucky's boxers under your oversized t-shirt, also courtesy of Bucky.

You figured he was sleeping on the couch down in the living room so you headed out of your room silently and down the stairs. You tried to peer over the railing of the stairs but you didn't see him laying on the couch.

"shit..." You heard someone mutter, snapping your head towards the kitchen. As you grew closer your nose was quickly filled with the smell of something burning. Turning your face in disgust, you rounded the corner and had to hold in your laughter at the sight in front of you.

Bucky stood in front of the stove, sweatpants and no shirt, but a towel flung over his shoulder. He was scrambling around clearly messing up whatever he was trying to make. He was never the best chef, but you started teaching him some basic things since he wanted to try and cook for you for once.

"Ummm need some help there?" You asked, smirk on your face as Bucky whipped his head around, his messy bed head still evident. "Ugh doll, you were supposed to be sleeping still!" You couldn't help but shake your head and laugh at the statement.

You walked over to him and quickly removed the pans from the stove, throwing away whatever burnt remains were left. "What were you trying to do anyways?" You questioned as you lit a candle on the counter in hopes of no one else noticing the smell later.

"I wanted to make you breakfast in bed... who know pancakes could turn into such a disaster." He had a disappointed look in his face, but it was the cutest thing in the world to you. You walked over to him closing the space in between the both of you. You snaked your arms around his waist and leaned the side of your head onto his chest.

"You're the sweetest ever." You mumbled into his chest. You felt his belly move with laughter, "clearly not the sweetest." You pulled your body back and raised up on your toes to connect your lips.

It was a sweet and slow embrace, the feeling of his lips on yours making you feel completely in tune with him. His hands found their way to your face, cupping both of your cheeks, the contrast of cool and warm making your smile grow.

"That was really sweet of you Buck, I love you." You smiled up at him, his blue eyes completely entrancing you. "I love you more, sorry it didn't work out." You pecked his lips one more time before letting go and turning back towards the kitchen.

"Don't be sorry, but you made me want pancakes, so I'll show you how to do it without burning the place down." You giggled as you opened the fridge to grab fresh ingredients. "Okay okay, whatever you want." He joked coming up behind you and playfully slapping your butt. You fake gasped and turned around, swatting him on the chest with a towel.

"Sorry, I'll never get over how cute you look in my clothes." He winked, making you roll your eyes and laugh. "Be serious! Go get me a new bowl." He raised him hand to his forehead to jokingly salute you before opening the cabinet.

You watched as Bucky did every step, trying not to laugh at how cute he looked with his tongue between his lips in full concentration. He kept looking to you for reassurance that he was doing things correctly and had the cutest smile on his face whenever you praised him.

The rest of the morning was spent with flour being thrown at each other, and trying to make shapes with the batter. The rest of the team eventually joined and you made a double batch to feed everyone. "Wow Bucky, didn't think you could cook." Steve mumbled as he poured syrup onto his second plate of pancakes.

You and Bucky looked at each other and you tried your hardest to stifle your laughter, but it was no use. "You burned the first ones didn't you?" Steve laughed and you couldn't help but double over in laughter too, clutching onto your stomach.

"Yeah, yeah, well I couldn't have done it without Y/N." He smiled, pulling you into his side. You placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling away to finally eat your own food. You could definitely get used to lazy morning and pancakes with Bucky Barnes.