Fifty Shades of Barnes

The Hangover

Y/n POV:

BEEP! BEEP! BEEEP!!!!
"Jesus fuck." I groaned, slamming my hand on the snooze button, it continued to beep. I continued to slam my hand onto it until it finally broke.
"UGHH LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK." I said frustrated while slowly getting out of bed.

"Rough night huh?" I looked over to see Bucky reading "The Lonely City" on a chase across his room, a cup of coffee in one hand. I continued to look around.

fuck. Fuck. FUCK! SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT. IM IN HIS ROOM. Ok nothing bad still wearing my underwear, but not my dress.

"If you're wondering why you're in my shirt, you barfed all over your dress. Which is kinda disappointing because it looked expensive." He said turning a page in his book. I nodded but squinted my eyes because they became sensitive to the light in his room. "You also broke my alarm clock, so thanks for that."

"Hey terminator you got drugs." He looked up from his book and turned to me.
"If you used your eyes for once you would see that there is a cute little care tray on the nightstand."
"We'll I'm sorry Soldier Boy but you aren't the one suffering from a hangover." I crawled across the bed towards the tray and took a few pills of Aspirin.

"So on a scale of one to ten how bad was it." He bookmarked his page and closed the book. He licked his lips and squinted his eyes searching for an answer.

"Given that I had to hold back your hair while you were vomiting profusely, I had to clean it up, and I had to carry your ass upstairs I would say... maybe a 6." I slowly nodded feeling the aspirin kick in.

"Oh and I couldn't sleep in my own bed because you kept hogging it."
"Good to know you had a great time."
He opened the book again wide eyes with sarcasm. "Yeah right."

"How's the rest of the team?" I asked eating the breakfast bar on the nightstand, he flipped another page and his hand traced over the print as if it was as soft as holding a butterfly, ever so delicately.

"We'll I mean you weren't the only one that partied hard. Thor was gone by the end of the night, Jules snuck off with Loki to do some 'mischievous things,' and Tony won $5,000 off of a poker game." I chuckled my eyes still heavy from the hangover, along with the throbbing headache that is still going numb from the aspirin.

"It sounds like him though." He hummed in response continuing to be engaged in his book. With an awkward moment of silence I pulled the covers over my head and fell back to sleep.

"Wake me up at 2 p.m." I said in my sleepy voice. I heard him take a shaky breath before he responded. "Mhm."

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It was two o'clock on the dot when Bucky woke me up, and I was still cranky of course, but I had to get out of his room before I over welcomed my stay. I limped my way to my room still tired as shit but I decided to get ready. I threw on comfy clothes, and paired my oversized hoody with some sweats. I slowly stumbled my way to the kitchen to get myself some real food.

"You look like hell" Tony said cooking an omelet on the stove. I sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, my eyes still sensitive to the light.
"I feel like hell dumbass. I'm hungover."

"Did you take anything for the headache or any electrolytes? If not you're fucked for the rest of the day." He said placing the omelette on a place and adding bacon to make it a smiley face and slid it towards me. I pushed it away "I don't like spinach in my eggs."