{Call out my name— Slowed Reverb- Cummrs}
The next day you still ended up taking half sober Paul to the hospital where he got his hand properly bandaged. You then took him home.
"Thanks um for driving me," Paul said in front of his door.
"Uh yeah, no problem." You said shrugging.
"I'm sorry for acting like that yesterday, I-I really didn't mean to-"
"It's ok Paul. I'm sorry again about your mom." You turned around to walk back to your car.
"Wait Y/N." Paul added. You looked back.
"I still love you." He breathed.
Your breathe hitched. "I'm sorry," was all you said before getting into your car and driving away as fast as the speed limit let you.
You made it back home, locking the door behind you.
"Y/N?" Bucky shouted from the living room.
You put on your happy voice "Yes it's me. I'm just gonna go take a quick shower."
You made your way into your room.
You shut both doors, the one to your room and the bathroom door. Your turned on your shower and practically tore your clothes off. You felt hot but cold at the same time. Head quiet but buzzing. Heart thumping through your whole body. You ran your fingers through your wet hair taking in the hot steam from the shower. You leaned against the bathroom wall facing the ceiling. When was this all going to end?
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"Are you hungry?" You asked walking into the living room, where Bucky was sitting and reading a book you had given him from one of your shelves. He looked up slowly, marking the spot where he stopped reading with his thumb.
"Yes, actually." He said.
"You good with oven roasted vegetables? That's like one of the few things I can make without Sam."
He nodded. "Do you need any help?"
"Uh no, I think I'll manage." You grinned.
"Oh come on," he put the book down, pages facing down. "I wanna help." He smiled standing up.
You let out a chuckle "Alright cmon chef Barnes."
You handed him 5 pealed potatoes "You cut these."
He put them down next to the sink, took the cutting board and began chopping the potatoes.
"Careful," you said hearing how fast he was cutting the potatoes.
He stopped and looked at you with a playful grin plastered across his face.
"What?" You raised your eyebrows.
"Did you forget how good I am with knives?"
"These are kitchen knives," you turned to your zucchini and began cutting it into small cubes.
He shook his head and continued cutting the vegetables, this time a little bit slower.
"When you're done with those you can move onto the carrots."
"Yes ma'am." He said. You laughed nodding sarcastically.
After a while you had cut up all the vegetables.
"Toss me the pepper," you pointed to the other end of the counter.
Bucky reached for it and literally tossed it at you. Luckily you caught it "Bucky!" You shouted.
"You said to toss it."
"I didn't mean literally!"
"Alright alright, next time say give me the pepper." He smirked.
You added some thyme, salt, minced garlic and 3 tablespoons of olive oil before putting the tray of vegetables into the oven for 15 minutes.
While they baked you did the dishes.
"Do you need any help?" Bucky bounced around you. "I can wipe the plates."
"We have a drying stand for that."
"I can-"
"Bucky, just go read your book. I got this ok. I know you're just tryna help and all but really. I got this." You said.
He closed his mouth and nodded turning around.
"Hey Bucky," you said. He looked back.
"Come here," you motioned with your head, since your hands were soapy. He came over with a "yes?" expression on his face.
"Lean down."
He raised an eyebrows but did as you said. As he did you kissed him on the cheek, making him blush a little. You suppressed a smile seeing him flattered. "Go wait for me on the couch."
"What was that for?"
