The sun went down and it began to go a bit chilly. You were making some soup in the kitchen when you felt a pair of arms tighten around your waist. You grinned "Finished reading are you?" You said. Bucky buried his face in your hair and hummed in response. You turned around "You could help me cut the mushrooms," you said, your face centimeters away from his. Bucky bit his lip letting go of you, frustrated. He took a knife and began cutting the mushrooms.
"Thankyou," you said adding the cut mushrooms into the soup.
"Mhm." He stuck the knife into the wooden cutting bored.
"Hey Bucky can you please get my hoodie? It's in my room bottom right drawer." You asked.
"Uhuh," he left.
He came back putting the hoodie on your shoulder.
"Thank you, James." You took the hoodie and while you were putting it on something seemed a little off. It was a bit big. Actually very big.
"Bucky," you groaned.
"What?" He put his arms up in defense "My clothes look better on you."
"I know they do," you turned back around finishing the soup by adding some salt and turning off the heat. You walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it. You were exhausted.
Bucky fell on top of you.
"Ow Bucky!" You shouted.
"What?" He put his head on your chest. You put your hands on his back drawing circles with the tips of your fingers, making him melt.
"If I could I'd never get up." Bucky whispered.
"Well you don't have to for now." You said.
He smiled. "I know."
"Well until I get hungry anyway." You added.
"So when are we going back?" Bucky asked, with his eyes still closed.
"Not a clue. Sam said we might have to stay a bit longer they're on the run too, staying at a motel."
"Oh," Bucky mumbled.
"It's alright Steve is figuring it out." You said.
"I know. I know."
