Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

From assassin to ass clappin'

"Uh," Bucky paused, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as his eyes cast down, at a white styrofoam to go box. "I made you something to eat, I know they don't have anything in your fridge yet and I didn't want you to go hungry."

He made me food.

Mother fucker, I am done for. That's it. I'm gonna be a whore. My reputation is going to be 'from assassin to ass clappin' and I'm gonna own it.

"Oh," was all that left my mouth. My brain immediately shut itself off for self preservation and I stepped back to let him in, in a towel, in my apartment alone.

"Here," he looked nervously behind me, as if terrified by the thought. I reached out and grabbed the to go box, my brain finally booting back up. "I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully we can- train again soon."

"Sure, anytime. You know where I'm at," nervous to say something wrong, I completely forgot the towel and the box in my hand and reached out to be smooth and grasp the door handle. And what would you know, the towel dropped.

If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

"Balls," I grumble with a simple shake of my head, there is no coming back from this. I look at Bucky's mouth gaped expression and nod slowly, my eyes lowering as I push the door shut, closing him off. "See ya later, Buck."

That just happened. Now I'm gonna go eat whatever he made and die in a corner.

Bucky smirked behind the closed door as the image of Romani's body flooded his brain. He chuckled softly but before he walked away, he responded, "Can't wait." His footsteps eventually descended the hall.

I pressed my back against the door and slid down until I was sitting – my legs straight out in front of me. I glanced down at the Styrofoam box and opened it. It was a spaghetti-like stroganoff. Smelled absolutely wonderful and tasted even better than I imagined.

And there I was, just sitting bare-ass naked on my tile flooring, my back pressed against the door. I probably even have a butt print on the floor from the heat of my body.

When I was finished with my little meal, I threw away the box and finally decided to get dressed in a pair of short sleeper shorts and a tank, no bra. By the time I was done dressing, I was getting thirsty. I tried to stick to the tap water but the lack of flavor got old quickly.

I knew that I was going to have to make a quick trip to the main kitchen and steal a few cokes... but what if I ran into Steve? Or Bucky?

"Fuck," I grunted and twisted the knob and ventured out.

I was nervous, checking around every corner and running full sprints whenever I heard footsteps behind me. I managed to make it to the common area, only noticing Natasha sitting in the corner with a black haired guy I hadn't met yet. I figured it was safe, all the lights were out in the hallways, everyone in their room except these two lovebirds. I snuck up behind Natasha and leaned down to her shoulder.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked and she squealed, whirling around to swing her fist so quickly I barely dodged it. The stinging in my bicep, the same arm she had hit early, told me she hadn't completely missed.

"You deserved that," she grumbled as she sat back and leaned against the strange man. I walked around the couch and noticed, hm, he's handsome. Good for her. She needs to get laid. "Romani, this is Bruce Banner. Bruce, this is Romani."

"I've heard lots of good things," Bruce seemed like a nervous Nellie but his smile was genuine. I instantly liked him. I'm a good judge of character, so that's usually all it takes.

"I've heard a few things," okay so, that's a lie but, it made his cheeks warm at the thought of Natasha talking about him. "It's really nice meeting you. I'm just coming down for a few drinks, I don't exactly know how to order food for my fridge here so..."

"You just tell Friday," Natasha answered, leaning back against the other side of the seat so she could place her feet up on the coffee table.

"Who?" I questioned.

"The AI," Bruce explained before giving me a meek smile, he cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. means Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth, its Tony's AI. Friday, can you make a list tomorrow for groceries?"

"Oh," I pause, glancing up at the ceiling too. "Is it like Alexa?"

"You could say that" Natasha shrugged her shoulders and thought better than to explain, she knew I wouldn't get it nor care. She raised her hand and waved over at the kitchen area. "Plenty of cokes in the fridge, under the sink is a basket you can put some snacks in to take to your room. Just bring the basket back, it's shared."

"Cool bea-" I stop mid sentence when I spot movement out of the corner of my eye. I move my head and groan inwardly. Bucky and Steve, both walking in chatting like valley girls until they spotted me.

"Hey Romani," Steve called out, nodding his head once before going to the fridge.

"Dinner any good?" Bucky asked, a sparkle in his eyes and a smirk working its way to his lips. I couldn't help the flush that made its way to my cheeks.

Fucking hell.

"Did I miss something?" Natasha whispered, leaning forward when her ever observing eyes caught the slightest change of body language. It was pretty obvious though. I turned into a literal statue.

Bucky laughed. He actually laughed! It wasn't a noise Natasha had ever heard – as her whole expression had changed from confusion to shock. I don't think she knew he could make that sound.

"Oh, Ro just gave me a little... behind the seams view of some stuff," he said before chuckling again, a rosy color had even made it to his cheeks, giving him a little color. It was lovely.

"Behind the seams?" Natasha asked and furrowed her brows tightly. "Don't you mean, scenes?"

"Sure," Bucky said with a one-shouldered shrug before returning his gaze on me. "Or behind opened doors... whatever drops your towel."

"Okay, well... I'm gonna go," I called out awkwardly before grabbing the drinks Nat mentioned and made it back to my room, trying my damnedest to not look at Bucky... or Steve.

Or Natasha.

Or even Bruce.

Well, that's not going to go away. Maybe I should just claim to be a nudist and walk around naked, show everyone the goods? No, Natasha would rat me out. Ignoring it seemed to be difficult to do, because even though he was joking, it still warmed the nether regions to see that smirk on his face.

Fuck, I forgot my snacks. And my drinks. Fuck. I'm thirsty and hungry.

What should I do?

I pause in the middle of the hallway. Well, if he can dish it out, I can take it and give it back tenfold. I'm not going to let a little peekshow teasing ruin my snack run.

Grow a pair, Rein. It can either be a joke, or a promise.

I turn around on my heels and march right back in there, ignoring the sudden silence that fell over the room as I slid past Steve and reached under the sink to grab the basket. I stood back up, only to glance around at all the eyes on me. "I forgot my snacks..." I say slowly, turning around with wide eyes. I opened up the fridge and paused in thought.

Alright. Time to own it.

I bent over at the waist, making sure my short shorts tightened around my large derriere as I reached into the far back to grab hold of a few coke cans.

I heard a clear of a throat and it surprised me that when I glanced back, it was Steve that looked so flustered.

Hmm...this is definitely dangerous territory but...why not?