Doll. // Bucky Barnes X OC

THIRTY-SIX

Bucky groaned awake. There was a weight on his arm that he tried to shrug off. He slowly peeled his blue eyes open to see Melany had latched herself to his arm in her sleep. He smiled softly, leaning over, and kissing her forehead. He looked over her shoulder and at the clock on her side. It was 5:30AM. Their appointments for their fittings were at 7, so he figured he may as well get up.

A knock was heard at his door as he pulled Melany gently off him. He walked over, rubbing his eyes of sleep. Steve stood on the other side. "Good morning." Steve said, handing him a cup of coffee.

Bucky shushed him, holding his finger over his lips and he weakly pointing over at Melany in the bed. "Hey." He replied. "What's up?"

"You wanna train with me?" Steve asked. "Might wake you up since we have such a long day." Steve reasoned, taking a sip of his own coffee.

Bucky nodded, turning to look over at Melany who had grabbed his pillow, snuggling into it. "Let me change and I'll meet you down there."

Steve nodded, quickly retreating the hallway and down to the training area. Bucky slipped out of his sweatpants and into a pair of black combat pants, his boots and black t-shirt.

Steve and Bucky began their work out in the training area. They stretched before heading over to a punching bag. Bucky was wrapping his flesh hand as Steve grabbed the back of the bag.

"Did you have fun last night?" Steve asked, a smirk falling on his lips.

Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling slightly. "Shut up."

"I'm only asking because you forgot to turn on the sound proofing in the room." Steve chuckled, grimacing slightly.

"Oh, god, really?" Bucky groaned, rubbing his metal hand over his face.

"Yeah. Told FRIDAY to turn it on once I realized who it was."

"Thanks." Bucky sighed. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Steve chuckled, trying to hold his smile.

"So," Bucky began, throwing a punch, "what do you think about sneaking over to the girls' appointment later?"

Steve chuckled, still gripping onto the bag as another punch was laid. "I was told not to let you anywhere near the bridal shop today."

Bucky rolled his eyes, pausing his punches to look at Steve. "On who's orders?" He asked.

"Who's do you think?" Steve answered his question with another.

"Wanda." Bucky replied, throwing a harsh punch to the bag.

"Wanda." Steve confirmed. "Sam said he might go by there." Steve teased, a smile playing on his lips. He could feel Bucky's punches grow harder.

"If I don't get to go, neither does Sam." Bucky retorted.

"I already gave him the okay." A voice chimed in. Wanda.

"Oh, c'mon." Bucky groaned, stepping away from the bag. "He's gonna rub it in my face that he knows what the dress looks like."

"I know. That's why he's getting fitted first today, so he can join us." She smiled brightly at the brooding grown man in front of her.

He rolled his eyes, switching places with Steve, so now he was holding the bag. "Whatever." He griped, clenching his jaw.

"We need to leave soon anyway," Wanda began, "So where's your girl?"

"She's not still in bed?" Bucky asked, looking over at Wand. She shook her head. "Kitchen?" Wanda shook her head again. "Lab?" She shook her head again. "Hold this." He stepped away from the bag and Steve waited for another spotter.