Yes, Mr. Barnes. // Bucky Barnes X Reader

TWO

The next morning, you woke up in your bed. The comforter was wrapped uncomfortable around your legs, meaning you'd tossed and turned all night. Drinking made you restless, and drinking as much as you did was not good for it being your first day at your new job.

You groaned as you searched for your phone in your bed, knowing well that you didn't plug it in last night. You untangled yourself from your sheets, seeing you had managed to get yourself changed into a t-shirt and some shorts before you went to sleep. You squint your eyes when you sat up, starting to feel the pounding headache surrounding your skull.

You found your phone underneath you once you stood up, grabbing it. You pressed the power button, surprised it even turned on. It was at 20%, and it was 5:27AM. You sighed, plugging it in.

You hopped into the shower, scrubbing off the smell of alcohol and the rest of your makeup off from the previous night. You lathered your skin in your milk and honey body wash as you let your hair sit with your cranberry conditioner in it. Feeling the hot water in your tense muscles helped you relax. The loofa trailed over the scars over your stomach and your shoulders as you washed yourself.

You took a deep breath as you tried to push back those memories of how you got them. The hot water trailed down your body as the body wash floated off you and down the drain. You turned off the shower after rinsing out your hair, and wrapped a robe around your body and a towel in your hair. You could hear movement coming from inside the rest of the apartment as you brushed your teeth.

When you finished brushing your teeth, you walked back into your bedroom and walked over to your closet. You picked out a pair of green pants, a white flowy top, a white blazer and a brown belt. You paired the outfit with some gold jewelry accessories and brown close-toed shoes.

You let down your hair after you changed, running some product through it to keep it from getting frizzy as you walked to work. You haven't had the money to get a car, and the main reason you even decided to apply for the position at Barnes Law Firm was so you could start to afford things on your own, and earn enough to get your own place and truly reestablish yourself.

You walked out of your room after blow drying your hair and running a brush through it. You walked out of your room, seeing the blankets folded neatly on the sofa and the pillow placed on top.

"Wanda already left. She didn't bring a change of clothes." Nat explained as she walked past you and back into her room to also get ready for work.

"Oh, okay. Did you make the coffee?" You called out as she walked into her room.

"Yeah!" She called back before closing the door.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee, putting in your desired extras. You took a long sip, feeling the hot liquid flow down your throat. You searched for ibuprofen, needing something to take the edge off this headache. You smiled when you found it, popping open the bottle and taking three of the little tablets.

You swallowed them with your next gulp of coffee. You were careful not to spill any of it on your shirt as you finished the cup. You washed out the cup and left it on the counter to air dry. You walked back into your bedroom, checking your phone. It was 6:14AM, and your phone was at 55%. You grabbed your phone and charger, making a mental note that you could always let it finish charging in your office when you got to work.

You walked back into the living room, seeing Nat also enjoy a cup of coffee. She wore a black and white jumpsuit with black heels. She had the black belt wrapped around her waist and her red hair was in braids flowing off her shoulders. She smiled when she saw you.

"You look professional!" She smiled. "Much better than your t-shirt and jeans from when you worked at the coffee shop." Nat smiled.

"I'm gonna miss it." You replied, grabbing your bag and shoving your phone and charger into it.