Somewhere Along the Way...To Asgard

What Did We Do Last Night?...

The sunlight slowly crept in the tiny gap in the curtains, making its way to land on my face. The glare of it eventually became too intense to ignore and I finally gave in and opened my eyes.

Sighing, I turned to lie on my back and nestled my head into the pillows, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My head was pounding, worse than any hangover I had ever suffered.

Suddenly memories of last night hit me and panic and terror consumed me. I shot up out of the comfort of the bed, spinning around expecting to find Bucky beside me.

That wasn't the case.

I was in my own bed.

In the compound.

Alone.

I scrambled pulling the duvet off my body, leaving it in a crumpled heap, racing to my door I burst through it running to the elevator and hammering the button. I danced impatiently as I watched it climb to my floor.

"C'mon....come on!!!" I yelled, finally the doors opened and I jumped inside hitting Bucky's floor. I was there in no time, when I reached his door I stood battering it like my life depended on it.

"Bucky!!!!"

"Bucky are you there?"

"Buck! C'mon!"

"BUCKY OPEN UP!" I screamed.

I heard the door behind me open and a disheveled looking Bruce trundled out of his room.

"Y/N? Have you any idea what time it is? What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter Bruce go back to sleep!" I turned back to Bucky's door and began to bang it again. Finally it opened.

"What the fuck Doll? What's wrong? Are you ok?" His hair was messy and I had clearly woken him up.

I stepped into his room, pushing him in with me forcefully, my hands planted on his chest.

"Doll?" He looked confused as I slammed his door shut.

I stepped up closer to him, running my hands over his naked torso. There were no marks.

But last night. I remembered. I remembered leaving bites on his skin.

"Doll your scaring me now." He grabbed my wrists halting my hands in their tracks.

"What happened last night?" I questioned him, "Bucky what did we do last night?" My voice was full of fear.

"Doll...." His voice trailed off as he ducked his head down to get my attention, "You're in my room. Basically naked, you do realise that? Right?"

I rolled my eyes, "So? It's not like you haven't seen me before." Then I glanced down and realised I was literally in a pair of shorts and a vest top. I pulled my hands free from his grip and folded my arms over my chest attempting to cover myself up. Putting some distance between us again.

"Bucky. I'm being serious." I growled at him, I just wanted answers.

"Last night? Well. Let me see...You went on a date with Loki. Who royally fucked that up. Kudos to him on that one." He scratched his stubble, pretending to think hard, "Oh! Then you messaged me to come lift you. I found you racing through the streets before you tried to burn me to a crisp. Not cool by the way." He pointed at me with a disapproving look on his face. "Then I took you for a drink..."

"Did we fuck last night Bucky?" My words were blunt but I needed him to get straight to the point.

"What?" His face dropped in utter shock.