Babydoll | Bucky Barnes X OC

Clean your room

Hiiii :) New story?! Maybe? Idfk but enjoy! Also I'm not American I'm English so if I fuck up things like 'couch' and 'sofa' etc etc pls just ignore it sorry😭😭
-liad

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BUCKY POV

"Bucky!"

I heard Steve yell my name from his room. I'm too tired for this shit, I just want to sleep.

"What?!" I yell back.

No response.

"Steven Grant Rogers what the fuck do you want?" I yell again.

"LANGUAGE!"

"STEVEN!"

"Fine! Ali is coming round in 20."

"Okay...?"

"Clean your room!" He says, as he bursts through my door dressed in a white tank top with jeans.

"STEVE!" I bark out "I could've been naked! Give me some privacy"

"Calm down!" The blonde scoffs "Nothing I haven't seen before. Now clean your room"

"Ali isn't going to care if my room is messy" I say, sitting up on my bed.

"Barnes." Steve deadpanned "Have you met Alicia-Mae? She hates mess more than she hates...okay she doesn't hate alot of things but she hates mess so clean."

I groan loudly, just to show my roommate my pure, unadulterated annoyance as I get up to throw the dirty underwear off my floor into the wash basket.

"Sam is coming too" Steve adds, before dashing from my doorframe.

"Oh, jeez" I grumble "I hate that guy!"

"Bucky, get over the seat thing!" Steve barks back with a half laugh before I hear him start hoovering. Vaguely over the noise I hear him yell "Ali says she's bringing us more flowers"

Alicia-Mae Collins. Though she has the name of a stuck up name little bitch, she's very sweet. Annoying and weird half the time, doesn't understand the concept of personal space and she wont get that I hate when she brings us flowers but still sweet.

Now, to say I had feelings for Ali in the past wouldn't be untrue, but they're over. Gone. Very much.

So I don't really understand why I'm all panicky about her seeing my messy room. Stupid Steve putting stuff in my head.

But regardless, I pick up all the messy pens and paper from my desk and shove them into the drawer. That's the best we're gonna get.

"Steve, is Nat coming too?" I call out while flattening my duvet.

"She can't, she's working late at the bar. Wanda said she might be coming later tonight though" Steve responds from some other room on the house.

"A'ight" I say flatly, aware of my tone.

I continue to make my room look clean, though anyone that knew me should know all my crap was just shoved into a drawer. As long as it shuts Steve up I don't care.