Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 62 - RNA and Remembrances

Water, as it turns out, stops going down easy after the 24th ounce. It turns sour. Flavorless. Lead-like. But James had seen to it that he'd gotten at least 36 in you before carrying you to the shower. 

"Would you put me down?! I can walk on my own, Barnes," you huff, James once more lifting you from the ground as you wrap your legs around his waist, chest to chest.

"No can do, princess," he smirks. "Feelin' like I wanna hold you."

You make a show of sighing in irritation, squirming once or twice before giving up, and laying your head on his shoulder. Truth is, you don't mind him carrying you this time. In fact, hungover as you are, you'd prefer he not set you down all day. 

But you'd never tell him that. 

James presses small kisses to your head as he carries you into the bathroom of the theatre, not even bothering to set you down as he pulls open the shower door and leans inside to turn the water on. 

"Okay...now this is getting ridiculous," you grump, still secretly enjoying his tight hold. 

"Water's not warm yet, sugar," he croons.

You roll your eyes and lay your head back down, arms around his neck as he simply holds you, waiting for the steam to start rising from the shower. When it does, he finally places you on the ground, tossing the clean clothes he had carried in his other hand on the counter of the sink before walking over the bathroom door and pulling it most of the way closed, but leaving it open several inches as he then turns and sits himself on the bathroom floor, gesturing for you to get a move on. 

You arch a single brow at him and cross your arms stubbornly across your chest but he doesn't move, tossing you a lopsided grin instead. 

"What?" he asks. "Water too hot?"

You scoff. "Okay, two questions. One - why are you still in here? And two, why did you leave the door open? All the heat's getting out."

James simply pulls his knees up and casually lets his arms rest on top as he watches you. "One," he answers slyly. "I told you. I'm not leaving you alone again."

Your cheeks warms and you bite back a smile. 

"And two," he continues. "It keeps the room from steaming up."

"So let me see if I understand this," you say, concealing a laugh. "You want to sit on the floor of the bathroom while I shower, and you want to leave the door open - letting all the warm air out - to avoid fogging up the mirrors?"

"Yes, and yes," James answers.

"Hmm," you hum, eyeing him playfully. 

James watches you as you turn your back  on him and walk toward the shower door. You reach for your shirt, pulling it halfway up your stomach before tossing a glance over your shoulder.

"Close your eyes," you demand.

James nearly chokes on a laugh. "Close...? Close my eyes? Really?"

"Yeah," you smirk. "You can stay, but you're not getting a show."

A slow smile, genuine in its nature, crosses James' lip as he lets out a sigh and leans his head back on the wall, closing his eyes. You watch him for a moment, skeptical that he's following your orders. 

"Don't have all day, doll," he chides. 

Pursing your lips, you narrow your gaze as you watch him, and quickly strip off the panties and oversized t-shirt he had put you in. You quickly step into the shower, closing the door behind you and sighing as you step into the hot water.