the one where sh*t happens

Chapter Two

-Friday night-

*narrator pov*
9pm.
The party was raving. Music at full blast. Guests everywhere.
Most of the avengers were sitting on the couch in the main room, Bucky and Peter included.
A high pitch noise came from the elevator, and the doors opened.
You walked out. You were wearing a long silver dress that went down to your ankles, and your favourite pair of black sneakers.
Your hair was down, bouncing around your shoulders. Silver hoops were dangling from your ears.
Peter got up and came over to talk to you.
"Wow, y/n, you look... gorgeous."
Bucky followed behind him.
"I have to agree. You look perfect doll."
He started to kiss you, and you couldn't help but giggle as you pulled away.
"Thank you. But there's too many people here. We can carry on with this later" you promised, and quickly pecked him on the cheek.
You took Peter's hand and dragged him off to get a snack from the bar. You sat underneath it, and opened a big bag of popcorn.
"Mmm. This is so good" you moaned as you stuffed your face full of it.
9.30pm
You finished sharing the bag of popcorn with Peter.
"Come on. Why are we still sitting under the bar?" you cried and stood up.
"Because it's just us here. No adults." Peter said as you pulled him up.
"Ow" you accidentally knocked his head on the bar as he got up.
"Sorry. Come on let's go dance" you pulled him back over to the couch where the avengers were sitting before.
You paused as you saw Bucky talking to two girls, one on either side of him. His fan girls.
You couldn't help getting a little jealous. But you knew how to make him jealous too.
"Hey Thor let's dance" you pulled him up and away. You could feel Bucky's eyes following you threw the crowd.
You danced and you drank. Danced some more. Drank some more. Over and over. Again and again.
10pm
You had a cup in your hand that you kept sipping from. You were dancing with strangers now. Your head felt dizzy and your vision was too blurred to make out who anyone was.
10.30pm
No sign of Bucky or Peter, or pretty much any of the avengers in a while. But you just kept dancing in the crowd.
11pm
Bucky was looking for you. He had instantly hated the idea of you dancing with other people, and was trying to find you before you did anything stupid. It had been nearly two hours since he saw you last.
11.10pm
He found you by the bar, refilling your cup for like the thousandth time that evening.
"Bucky" you cried cheerily, and you collapsed onto his chest.
"Ok. I think you're done with the drinks doll" he took the cup out of your hand. But you took it back and chugged the rest of it. You turned back to the bar and started to fill the cup again.
"I said no" Bucky grabbed the cup and threw it on the ground.
"I don't care. I'm thirsty!" You moaned at him, and he grabbed your hand.
"Ok party is over. Time to go." He started pulling you elsewhere.
"I don't want to go!" You struggled free of his grasp, but you tripped over in the process. Your head collided with the floor and you got even dizzier. Everything was hurting.
Bucky didn't see you fall to the floor. You had dropped his hand when he wasn't looking, and when he turned around, you weren't there anymore.
"Damn it doll" he muttered under his breathe as he stormed off to find you again.
12am
The compound had almost completely cleared. Y/n was alone in a room, where someone had laid you on a couch. You had passed out not long after you had fallen, and any of the avengers were yet to find you.
As it turns out, they weren't really looking for you. They were enjoying the afterparty together in another room down the hall from you. They had just assumed you found a way home.
6am (Saturday morning)
You woke up early, as the sun shone through a large window on the other side of the room. You groaned slightly as the light hit your eyes, and you rolled over to go back to sleep.
8am
Peter walked into the kitchen, where he saw most of the avengers. Some of them were looking really hungover.
"Hey. Um, where's y/n?" Peter asked.
"I was about to ask the same question." Nat said.
"She's not with you?" Steve asked.
"No. She didn't come home last night. I assumed she was with one of you." Peter scanned the room. "Is she with Bucky?"
"No. Bucky is passed out in the other room." Sam gestured towards a door. "He said he lost her just after 11 last night."
"Did you not leave with y/n?" Clint asked.
"Well. I uh. She looked like she was having fun. I thought she'd be safe here. I thought she'd be with you. But she's not. Where is she? I, I don't know where she could be..." Peter started rambling on.
"Kid. Kid please calm down. Some of us have a hangover" groaned Tony. "I'm sure she's fine. If she doesn't show up in like, I don't know 4 or 5 hours, then we'll look for her."
Peter nodded, but it wasn't enough. He was worried, and he left the compound to look for you.
9am
You woke up again, still in the same place you were before.
You were still really tired, but you knew you needed to get up at some point.
It took some effort to haul yourself up and out the door, then even more effort to get down the hallway. You came to a doorway, and opened the door slightly. When you saw your boyfriend, you smiled. But then some memories from the previous evening returned, and you groaned a bit.
The creak from the door and your moan awakened Bucky. He looked up from the couch and saw you standing in the doorway.
"Do you hate me?" you half smiled at him, but secretly tried not to cry.
"It's too early for that. Maybe later." He lifted his arm as a gesture for you to go and join him.
You were still wearing your dress from the previous evening, so Bucky offered you his shirt.
You changed into it, feeling comforted as it still smelled of him.
You lay down on the couch next to him, and he put his arm around you.
As your head lay on his warm, bare chest, you closed your eyes again, slowly dozing off. Bucky did the same, falling asleep with his face buried in your hair.
1pm
Peter arrived back at the compound, after hours of searching for y/n with no luck.
"Hey you're finally back" Sam greeted him.
"Did you find y/n?" Peter asked hopefully.
"Yeah. She's passed out with Bucky on the couch."
Peter trusted Sam, of course, but he needed to actually see you, to know you were completely safe.
He ran down the hall and into the room where Bucky was asleep. And sure enough, there was y/n asleep on top of him.
Peter let out a huge sigh of relief, and sat down in a chair in the corner.
It wasn't long before you both woke up.
Y/n yawned first, and stretched out your legs, which awoke Bucky. He sat up and pulled you onto his lap, kissing your forehead while doing so.
"Good morning doll" he whispered into your ear, as he brushed your hair behind it.
"Morning Buck" you kissed him on the cheek and then leaned into his chest.
"Um, hi y/n. Bucky." Peter established his presence in the room, after you had failed to notice.
"Oh hi dork" you smiled at him tiredly.
"Y/n. I need to talk to you." He sounded angry. As relieved as he was to see you, he couldn't help getting mad.
"Pete, I just woke up. Can we not right now?"
"You didn't come home last night!"
Welp. We were doing this now.
"Look, Pete..."
"No. Listen y/n. You can't do that. I was worried sick. You didn't reply to any of my messages or answer any of my calls. What if something bad had happened? What would I do then?"
"I'm sorry, Peter." You groaned, too tired to yell back. "I'm really sorry. It was stupid and I was being stupid, and I'm sorry."
You wish you hadn't woken up.
Peter didn't say anything, he just sunk back into a chair. You looked up at Bucky, who hadn't said anything either. He wasn't even looking at you.
You could tell they were both mad at you, and you couldn't deal with it right now.
You got up and ran out the room.