A Little Calm...

London at Dusk

Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis

By the time you get back to the flat, Max is already home from work. He's sitting on the couch with some paperwork on his lap, and his glasses at the end of his nose. He slowly peers round to see you both chuckling as you leave the lift.

Max
"Looks like you two had fun."

You walk over and lean on the back of the sofa next to his head.

Y/n
"We did, good day at work?"

He gives a tired sigh as he places the papers on the coffee table and takes off his glasses.

Max
"Oh same old, same old. You guys eaten?"

You look back at Bucky to check whether he wants to eat again. You've been introducing him to lots of quintessentially British food. From Percy Pigs, to marmite on toast.

Bucky
"I don't think I'll need to eat again for a month."

You laugh at him before whipping your head round to look at Max again.

Y/n
"There's your answer!"

Max gets up suddenly and kneels on the cushions so that he's facing you, peering over to talk to Bucky.

Max
"Okay then, who's up for drinks? I know the cutest little pub, just round the corner?"

Once again, you turn around to get Bucky's answer before jumping at the opportunity. In response, he shrugs with a smile and raised brow. Like a little dog, Max is waiting with wide eyes for you to say yes.

Y/n
"Go on then."

Continuing with the puppyish nature, he jumps off the sofa and runs towards his bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

Max
"Brill! Don't worry about changing, it's very casual! Meet back out here in 20 minutes and we'll head down."

Grinning at how adorable he is when excited, you watch him sprint into his room.

Y/n
"In that case, I'm gonna put a brush through my hair quickly."

You give a quick smile to Bucky as you leave the room. Walking out, he gives a nod and pulls out his phone whilst heading towards the kitchen stools to wait. He doesn't exactly do much with his phone other than use it for calls and texts. No games or apps, so you're assuming he's going to check in on Sam.

My Blood - Ellie Goulding

*Bucky's POV*

I take the opportunity of a spare 20 minutes to call Sam and make sure I'm not missing anything important. I know the whole point of the trip is to take my mind off of anything to do with work, but that's not what I want to talk to him about.

Bucky
"Hey Sam, it's me."

Sam
"Cyborg! How's the vacation?"

Bucky
"It's good yeah, listen did you manage to get the-"

Sam
"Got it last night. Should be ready for collection any time after tomorrow morning."

I try to hide my giddiness in case y/n or Max walk in unexpectedly, but considering the fact that I thought he'd never find it, I'm almost relieved.

Bucky
"Thank you for doing this man, I would have done it myself but-"

Just then, I hear y/n's footsteps coming back through.

Bucky
"Uh, I gotta go. But thanks again."

Sam
"No trouble robo-cop."

I put the phone down before y/n reaches me.

Y/n
"I was going to ask if that was Sam, but you just said 'thanks', so it can't have been him."

Bucky
"I asked him to keep tabs on Yori whilst I'm gone, so I was just checking in."

I did ask him to do that, but he'd call if there was anything wrong. She gives me a suspicious look before turning slightly.

Y/n
"I'm gonna go see what's taking Max so long."

As I watch her walk away, I imagine what it would have been like if I'd met her in the 40s. The old me, who probably would have been extremely overconfident and terrified of a girl like y/n. I tended to go for the more delicate, quiet and subtle girls (they're easier to make blush). There is nothing subtle about y/n. To be perfectly honest, we probably would have hated each other. But then again, we weren't exactly fond of each other when we first met in this day and age.