Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

11. Betrayed

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A knock on my bedroom door, interrupts my reading as I look up from my page to see Steve opening the door with two plates of chicken curry and rice with vegetables all over it. He walks fully into the room with his foot closing the door behind him as he makes his way towards me on my couch. I tilt my head in confusion on what he is doing.

Did he make me food? I didn't think he was serious at the chapel.

"Here." He says, placing the plate in front of me. I looked between Steve and the plate in surprise.

"Did you...make this for me?" I asked.

"Eat." Was all Steve said before putting his plate on the coffee table and then grabbed the book out of my hand and shoving a fork into it.

"I can eat later, I'm not hungry at the mome-." I started but was quickly cut off by the sound of my stomach growling.

"Are you really going to argue with me when your stomach is crying for help?" Steve asked sassily and I chuckled dryly, shaking my head fondly.

"Alright then, you've got me." I stated, fixing myself before taking the plate from Steve.

"Good." Steve says.

I stick the fork into the rice and started to play with the vegetables surrounding it, I started picking out the cauliflower and onions. Sliding them to the corner of my plate, I felt a pair of eyes settled on me. I looked up to see Steve trying to hold on his laugh, shaking his head.

"Didn't spare you as a picky eater."

"I'm not. I just don't like these ones." I replied, continuing to pick them out.

"Have you ever actually tried them?"

"Have you seen them? They look like it will be fucking disgusting."

Steve scrunches his nose at my foul language but doesn't comment on it, he shakes his and sets his plate down. "You won't know if you never tried it."

I furrow my brows on what he is doing before I know it he is taking the fork from my hand and stuck a onion on it and dipped it slightly in the curry. "Wha-" he forced the onion into my mouth as I cringe at the foul taste. I make a cringe face, sticking my tongue out.

"Ah I'm infected by onions, you do realise that onions make you cry and you made me eat a onion. Now that onion is going to stay in habitation now and will make me cry whenever it wants to!" I exclaimed in a rambled rush, as I got my water bottle from the table and drown out the taste.

"Seventeen that is not how it works." Steve laughs, shaking his head.

"Next time you do that, you won't have hair." I remarked in a grumpy childishly way. I slouch in my seat on the couch, a pout displayed childishly on my face as Steve continues to eat his meal.

I take my fork and grumpily may I add again while eating my meal that Steve did so kindly made for me. Steve turnt my tv on half way through my tantrum with Channing Tatum dancing on stage with a woman. I eat the rest of my meal in silence along with Steve sitting beside me, I tried cauliflower and I'm not gonna lie. It isn't that bad, it's just a demented plain white version of broccoli.