Chapter 9:

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Bucky continued to lay on his back twiddling his thumbs all night think about you while you were fast asleep. He shouldn't have been feeling this way about you but he was. He thought he hated you and up till you joined the avengers he did so he wasn't sure why everything's suddenly changed.

You didn't catch onto anything at all, you were so blind when it came to feelings that you couldn't tell the difference. You thought he was just being nice to you because you were Steve's little sister but perhaps there was more to it than that...

Bucky stayed in the same position all night until the sunlight came through his windows and burnt his eyes as if to say 'get up'. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, they were bright red from the lack of sleep and dry air.
He took himself into his bathroom and washed his face with some cold water to make him look more alive then proceeded to walk down into the kitchen.

As you lay in bed debating whether or not to get up you heard some footsteps walk past your door and knew Bucky was up. He was probably waiting for you so he could train. You dragged yourself out of bed and into your bathroom where you wiped the smudged mascara from yesterday off your eyes and threw on a hoodie and some joggers. At this point you really didn't care you were still embarrassed about yesterday and didn't want to face Bucky,
Plus it was only him who were you trying to impress.

Your stomach growled at you and that's when you knew it was time to go down stairs, you were absolutely starving. You wandered down the corridor as the smell of food hit you.

Your eyes almost burst out of your head at the sight of Bucky in the kitchen. You were stunned to see him cooking breakfast, he never cooked, not even in the 40's. Something had to be wrong. He spun around and smiled when he noticed you standing there.

"Urm how long have you been there?" He said nervously.

"Not very long, why are you cooking?"
You we're still shocked at the sight.

"We'll I was hungry for something other than cereal and I thought you might be to so I cooked us some food, Is that ok with you..."

"Yeah n- no of course it is, I just didn't expect it that's all." You couldn't help but stutter at your own words. Why was he being nice again. You were hoping this wouldn't become a regular thing the dynamic was getting weird between you.

A few minutes later and he was done. He plated up your meal and slid it across the counter to you.
You were sat at the breakfast bar opposite to where he was standing. He remained standing while he ate and maintained eye contact with you the whole time.
You kept looking around for anything but his eyes to stare at but it was no use you kept getting drawn in by his magnetising gaze. It was like they were burning a hole through your head, you couldn't help but stare back at him.

After keeping eye contact for what seemed like forever you finally looked down at your plate to see what he had been working on. It was a large plate piled up with a few fluffy, light pancakes topped with syrup and strawberries placed to look like a smiley face. On the side of the plate sat some fried bacon just as an extra incase you were still hungry.

It looked and smelt amazing, you were surprisingly impressed by his skills, you weren't sure he could do anything housework wise.

You were confused at his offer of a home cooked meal and confused in how he knew that was your favourite breakfast dish. Pancakes and fruit. There had to be something going on.
Plus you always did that thing with the strawberries and arranging them into a smiley face, how did he know that too. He had the same thing just not with the fruit face on his pancakes.
You quickly stuffed it in like the animal you were and he laughed at your reaction to having food.
You looked like you'd never eaten before. Ever!.

"You like it!" He questioned from across the bar, still eating.

"Yes it's delicious, you should do this every morning!". You spoke in a broken tone still chewing.

"Maybe" he chuckled taking his last bite.

You handed him the plate back, you'd practically licked it clean, he was impressed by your appetite.
He put it in the dishwasher and began to clear up.

"I'll clean up silly, after all you cooked it"

"No it's fine I honestly don't mind" he responded.

You knew you had to make a joke about him it was the perfect opportunity but you didn't want to ruin the nice start to the day by creating a bad vibe.
Screw it you weren't friends anyway, he was practically babysitting you.

"Don't let the water rust your metal, terminator!"
You giggled.

You knew you were in trouble because he dropped the pan back in the sink and slowly turned around.

"That's it Rogers!" He shouted playfully.

He started charging towards you building up a speed. You saw he wasn't playing around anymore and you made a run for it heading all over the second floor while he followed closely behind.

He had a higher stamina level than you (being a super soldier and all) so you were already dead by the time he even started to have an irregular breathing pattern.

He eventually caught up to you and play fighted till you were on the ground laughing. He was sat on top of your chest looking down at you with your hands pinned up above your head, it was hot and kinda turning you on. You could tell he was being a gentleman even in your 'state' because he wasn't applying all of his weight to you, he was hovering.
He probably did that because if he did sit on you you'd be crushed, but even so.

You had a weird couple of moment as you both stayed in position frozen. You liked him sitting there and he did to, it was a weird feeling.

After breaking the trance he helped you back up,
obviously, and you both wandered back into the kitchen to clean up. You brushed yourself off from the floor then continued to do the dishes together. You both laughed in your heads at the thought of you two actually getting along. It was crazy, you were supposed to hate each other and be enemies but instead something was changing between the pair of you.

Was it really love?

No of course not don't be silly!

Maybe?...

Definitely not you were enemies... right?

Both of your heads were spinning out of control at the continuous intrusive thoughts.

'Urgh whatever just forget it' You both thought in unison.

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