It Was Always You

Chapter Six

You stretched and let the soft fabric of Bucky's sheets caress your bare skin. Your hand fell to where he laid last night only to find it empty. At first, you were confused until the smell of breakfast floated into the room. You propped up onto your elbows and found one of Bucky's long sleeve shirts set out on the foot of the bed. A small smile pulled at your lips as you removed yourself from the comfort of Bucky's bed to pull his shirt over your head. You couldn't help yourself as you lifted the collar to your nose and sniffed. Nothing could possibly compare to his scent. So manly yet sweet at the same time. You sighed before finally making your way out of the room.

Bucky had his 40s crooners playing quietly on his phone as he expertly worked around the kitchen. You leaned up against the door frame and watched him for a minute. He had his old NYU sweatshirt and a pair of gray sweatpants on, and even in that fit, he looked as if he were sent straight from heaven. His hair was messy, reminding you of the night before. His bare feet padded around the tiny kitchen as he mumbled along to the song playing. It was so...domestic. You had never seen Bucky like that. Eighteen-year-old Bucky would have chortled at the idea of prepping breakfast for the woman he just slept with. But you could get used to this version of Bucky.

You stood in the doorway for a minute more before Bucky finally noticed you. His lips curved upward as he took in your clothes, or rather, lack thereof. His maroon shirt fell around mid-thigh, and your hair was still tangled. He motioned for you to enter with his head, and you complied. You meandered over to him, and when you got close, his arms wrapped around your waist. His lips landed on your forehead.

"You look good in my shirt," he mumbled into your head.

"You look good cooking me breakfast."

You smirked up at Bucky, and he chuckled before pressing his lips to yours.

"Have a seat. I'll make you a plate."

You found a home on one of the barstools, and before long, a plate covered in food was placed in front of you. Bucky made his own plate and sat next to you as you started eating. You let out a low moan, and Bucky's eyebrow perked upward.

"This is fantastic, Buck. Since when did you become such a good cook?"

He shrugged,

"I always enjoyed being in the kitchen. My mom taught me everything I know."

You didn't think it was possible to fall even more than you already had. But, somehow, Bucky seemed to always prove you wrong. The two of you finished eating and cleaned up before finding yourselves on the couch. You snuggled into Bucky's chest as his arms enveloped you. Every atom in your body wanted to stay just like that. You wanted to waste the day away with Bucky's arms tightly wound around you and his lips peppering kisses on your face. You didn't care that your parents were probably worried sick about you since you never made it home last night. Nothing else mattered except the way Bucky's hands felt resting on your waist. But nothing ever seemed to go your way. Your phone rang, and you groaned before reaching over Bucky to pick it up. You put your finger to your lips to shush him as you answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you, Y/N?"

The harsh tone of Nat's voice hit you like a brick to the face.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, you're really doing a terrible job at being Peg's maid of honor. I can't tell you how many times I've had to cover for your ass in the past couple of days."