- 16 - Fondue for two

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A/N : Hey it's me, before you start reading this time.

So, if you read the title, you know what's coming.
And for that, I'm sorry. I tried, I failed, I'm never writing smut ever again .

Anyway, try to have fun =)

You had been sitting on the edge of your bed for two hours. Two hours thinking about the fact that you could have died. Two hours wondering if someone followed you here. Two hours mentally writing your resignation letter. And two hours repeating yourself that you were ridiculous for reacting that way. You didn’t die. Mrs Potts was making sure you were safe. No one got badly hurt, and you were still whining. Maybe you were stupid after all. 

Then you decided that since you were definitely not going to sleep, you should try and keep your mind out of things. You evaluated your options. There was a TV. You didn’t feel like watching anything. A small fridge. You opened it but they didn’t have ice cream. Truth be told, it was pretty empty. A mini bar. You took a soda and opened it. 

Then you turned on your phone and saw a bunch of unread texts and missed calls. You started with Bruce.

I’m sorry I didn’t pick up when you called. I’m fine now. 

You know I’m watching your brain, right ?

Ok. I’m not fine. But I’m calm.

You should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

Then you told Marisa that everything went well and that you’d see her when you get back. She was probably sleeping already and you didn’t expect her to answer. 

You texted Lucy and told her that the two of you should quit and go sell cotton candy on a californian beach. She agreed and wrote that before you could plan everything she had to get rid of Matt. You had no idea who Matt was. 

You walked around your room for a while and then laid on your bed. You had been lost in your contemplation of the ceiling for maybe 20 minutes when you suddenly decided to get out of your room. 

You knocked on the door right in front of yours and waited. Sam said they wouldn’t sleep. After a few seconds the door opened and before you could say anything, you ended up being pushed against the wall, a hand pressing your throat. 

“What the hell are you doing here ?” Your feet were finally back on the floor and you took a deep breath before looking up.

“Don’t you think we should at least talk before getting into the whole choking thing ?” You pushed Bucky’s hand away from you and went to sit on the small couch. Your room looked exactly the same. Same couch, same table, same chairs, same bed. “Why did you attack me this time ?”

“I thought it might be someone else.” He checked the hallway and closed the door behind him.

“Well no, it’s just me.” 

“Are you ok ?” You nodded but he still looked concerned about something. “I’m really sorry about what I said. I was worried about you and… well, I didn’t mean-”

“Why didn’t you kiss me last night ?” He opened his mouth but nothing came out. “Yeah, and I forgive you for calling me stupid. I guess I’ve been pretty dumb today, so it’s fine.”

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