𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
This story takes place after Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Bucky isn't longer controlled by Hydra, but he's left with a big trauma he has to deal with. That's why Steve wants him to follo...
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The next morning James was making breakfast. He accidentally dropped a bowl on the floor which made a lot of noises.
"Shit!" He whispers-yell.
Allison woke up from the noise and looked at her clock. "Really? It's only 8 am." She whispers to herself. She gets out of her bed and walks half asleep to the kitchen with her pillow in her hands.
"Cute pajamas." James says as he sees Allison walking out her room.
"Ugh, it's 8 am! What are you doing?" Allison says annoyed while she throws her pillow to James.
"Hey!? It's not my fault that the bowl wanted to escape the cabinet." James jokes as he throws the pillow back to Allison.
"Oh, now you have a problem!" Allison screams as she runs up to James to smash the pillow into his face. But before she could do anything was James lifting her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
"I think you have a problem now." James laughs as he holds Allison over his shoulder.
"James let me go! I'm serious, put me down, now!" Allison demanded.
"Hmm, let me think about it ... no." He says as he starts walking up to the couch.
"JAMES DON'T YOU DARE LET ME FALL!" Allison screams out in fear.
James put Allison down on the couch. "You're cute when you're scared." He smirks.
"Don't ever do that again! I'm afraid of heights." She admits.
James starts laughing, "Serious Ally? You were maybe 1.50m off the ground."
"Don't laugh at my fears!" Allison throws her pillow again to James.
"Ally-"
"Why are you awake at 8 am?" Allison asks curiously to change the topic while she rubs her sore neck.
James was immediately interested in her actions, taking the opportunity to make a move of his own. He placed 2 toasts on a plate and walked up to Allison.
"Toast?"
"Sure, thank you." Allison says as she takes the plate from James.
James walks behind the couch and he tentatively places his hands on Allison's shoulders. The cold metal against her body made her shivers. James began to knead his fingers into her skin.
The feeling of James' hands on Allison's skin took her by surprise. Eventhough James threw her over his shoulder a few minutes ago, this touch was different.
Allison's mind was screaming at her, telling her to stand up and to push his hands from her body. But she couldn't move as the butterflies traveled through her stomach and she had to admit that the sensation of his fingers massaging her skin felt really good and took some pain away from her sore neck.
