"Dinner's ready!!"
Peter groaned slightly, shifting his head a little as he snuggled deeper into his blankets with his new Bucky-bear.
After the- ahem- relaxing ride, Peter coughed out flustered "thank you"s and had ran straight for his room, hugging the Bucky-bear tightly as he flopped onto his bead. Needless to say, his pillow had undergone round two (It seriously deserved a raise, like- c'mon.) and judging by the time, he must've fallen asleep afterwards.
Was it evening already?
Peter blinked sleepily at the familiar voice of basically his second da- uhm- Captain America. Normally he'd get excited over Cap making dinner, as he was one of the tower's best cooks, but Peter had undergone a rollercoaster of emotions in the prior hour and was not feeling it. He raised his eyebrows lazily and made a move to get up, but gave up halfway and flopped back down into his bed with a sigh.
"I'd highly suggest getting up, Peter. You know how Captain Rogers gets about punctuality." FRIDAY suddenly spoke, her smooth voice jolting Peter awake once more.
"Oh man, tell me about it." Peter grumbled a little, reluctantly pulling himself out of bed. "Thanks, FRI."
"No problem Peter." The AI responded, her tone somewhat bemused as Peter made sure to tuck the Bucky-bear into bed.
What.
It got cold in the tower sometimes.
Satisfied with the cozy position he had the plushy in, he hastily smoothened down his clothes by patting it down quickly as he made his way towards the door, not forgetting to run a hand through his unruly hair. On his way out, however, a certain leather jacket caught his eye.
Crap.
Returning that comfy article of clothing utterly slipped his mind.
Could- could he return it now?
Peering out of his room, he found that only Steve, Bucky, and Tony were at the table. Tonight was "family dinner night", so they should be expecting Bruce, Natasha, Clint and Sam, who generally took a while to arrive at the dinner table.
Reaching out, he grabbed the leather jacket.
How was he gonna-
Okay. Two options here.
Give it straight to Bucky, or leave it in his room? (Or Steve's room- they shared a room, much to Tony's chagrin.)
Peter ran both scenarios through his mind.
The latter seemed 19377372919373 times less anxiety inducing- so he set out on an epic mission to find Bucky's room.
"Hey FRI?"
"Yes, Peter?"
"Where's Bucky's room? I gotta return his jacket."
"Sergeant Barnes's room is a floor above yours, Peter."
"Thanks, FRI!" Peter grinned, already slipping out of his room.
"You're very much welcome, Peter."
Peter prayed for strength.
"Right. Okay, you can do this-" Peter mumbled stupidly to himself, clutching the leather jacket as if it were a lifeline as he boarded the elevator.
Peter felt his heart rate pick up a little as the elevator began its ascent.
Gripping the jacket tightly, he couldn't help but inhale Bucky's scent.
Man- did he really wanna return it?
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