Cross my heart and hope to die

Part 7

What's this? I finally post a chapter?

YESSSS!! Sorry about the long, long wait, normally it doesn't take me this long to post another chapter, but, well, I was distracted with another story. This chapter took me a long time while kicking my ass along the way, but here it is!

Unfortunately, this is a complete freestyle chapter, so no Marvel movie spoilers or something like that. Because I wanted a chapter that was purely for Stiles and Bucky to get to know each other some more.

So here it is!

In the next chapter the shit from Avengers: Age of Ultron will happen in some form, and yess we will meet the twins then!

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When Stiles and Steve brought Bucky back to the tower, Stiles was relieved that Nat understood the seriousness of the fragile situation.

She had shepherded Tony out of the building because that man could be as subtle as a brick, and Bucky truly couldn't use any shit right now. He was walking around with wide eyes and almost growling at the high-tech shit that was all around him. Stiles could guess why Bucky was so averse to the technology around him.

Bruce was with Lydia, and Clint was still at his safe house.

Fury had left the building as soon as he could walk again and had yet to return, so Stiles was not expecting him soon.

Now they were back home, and Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. He had missed the Avengers Tower.

''Welcome to your new home,'' He says softly to Bucky. Bucky was looking around, clearly taking in the room and the escape routes. Stiles had been the same when he had just reached New York, still a bit in shock over everything that had happened to him.

Stiles didn't want to hover, but- well, he could see that Bucky would not be okay with only Steve in the room. He looked downright ready to bolt.

It stressed Stiles out like nothing else. But - his mother always had the best way of dealing with stress.

''Does anyone want brownies?'' He blurted out, gaining the attention of two supersoldiers who looked at him like he had grown a second head.

''Brownies are an awesome idea-'' He started babbling while striding to the kitchen and putting on an apron before pulling open the cabinets for ingredients. He started mixing the ingredients while also keeping an eye on the uncomfortable supersoldiers. Stiles knew this recipe entirely out of his head, it never failed him, and he always got fond memories of his mother when he was making this. He saw that Steve and Bucky both had taken a seat at the kitchen island, watching Stiles bake and listening to him ramble. Slowly, they relaxed some more, and Stiles was truly glad for the change in atmosphere.

After about half an hour, Nat returned with Tony, but it seemed like she had tamed him a bit because he leaned against the countertop, listening and watching Stiles after kissing Steve. Bucky's eyes had widened, but a small smile had played on his lips which made Steve only blush more.

Stiles was still holding a steady flow of chatter when Bruce and Lydia walked in.

''Are you making your brownies?'' Lydia asked with her eyes full of hope before she glanced at Bucky. He was watching her, too, before dismissing her as a non-threat, a crucial mistake if you ask Stiles.

Lydia took one look at Bucky, then looked pointedly at Stiles with raised eyebrows. Stiles faltered in his talk about some stupid mission he had been on for the FBI, and his expression hardened.