Bakery

5 - Team Bonding? Why?

The dresses above are in order from top left, top right, bottom left and bottom right, Maddy's, Nat's, Wanda's and Olive's, respectively.
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Something hits my forehead and I wake up. I see Bucky standing at the end of my bed with a bowl of grapes. He sighs, looking annoyed.

"What in the chicken-fried fuck, dude?" I ask, getting out of bed. I take the grapes from him and he looks mad. I pop one in my mouth, smiling as I bite down.

"Steve wanted me to wake you up. I wanted to throw things at you, but you suck and woke up after one grape," He complains.

I laugh and start throwing grapes at him as we leave my room. Steve is standing in the kitchen. Bruce is with him. I stop when I see Bruce.

"What's going on?" I ask, feeling my shoulders tense up.

Bruce smiles sheepishly at me, "I'm here to take your temperature. I want to keep an eye on your," He hesitates a moment, "Condition." He decides.

I shake my head, "Yesn't,"

"That's not a word, idiot," Bucky tells me.

"I'm putting you in a home. A bad one, too," I tell him.

His eyebrows lower and he grabs a grape and squishes it into my forehead.

I laugh, hitting one against his temple.

"Enough!" Steve yells at us, making everyone jump, "Madelaine, let Bruce take your temperature and we can all go on with our day."

"What's the biggie? Did they leave some ice up your ass, old man?"

"I hate to agree with... that, but I don't get why we should care," Bucky backs me up.

I scoff at him, "Fine, take my temperature," I walk up to Bruce. Doing anything in spite of Bucky is a good enough reason for it to be done.

He sticks the thermometer in my mouth and waits. I pull it out when it beeps and look at it, declaring I'm good.

He takes it from me and looks, his eyes going wide, "I disagree, strongly,"

"This says thirty degrees. Cecluius, of course," Bruce tells me, "Thirty-three was already concerning because you're at risk of hypothermia, Madelaine! We need to fix this!"

"Nuh-uh," I tell him, shaking my head. "There must be something wrong with the thermometer, Brucie."

"Don't call me that,"

"Don't try to help me, deal?"

"No!" He says sternly.

I shrug, "Then Brucie it is,"

Bucky clears his throat, "Well, I'll lock her outside tonight, then. She doesn't want help, may as well speed up her suicide mission,"

I gesture to Bucky, "See? That's helpful!" I tell Bruce, then turn to Bucky, "I still hate you."

He shrugs, "I hate you more, dollface,"

"Is that how it is, snookums?" I ask.

He gags when I say that, "Why are you such a freak?"

I shrug, "Why are such an asshat, baby cakes?"

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Tony was leaning against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd stayed like this for three minutes now.

I turn to Bruce, "Good job, you broke him,"

He sputters, "You're dying, Maddy!"

"Nuh-uh!" I argue.