Bucky's POV:
*I need blackout curtains,* my tired mind grumbles as I'm awoken by the sunlight streaming through the thin fabric curtains. Slowly, I open my eyes, a dull throb pulsing at my temples. Nova is still curled up beside me, her back snug against my chest, breathing softly in her sleep. For a moment, I just watch her, the peace on her face a stark contrast to the chaos in my head.
Reluctantly, I roll onto my back and reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up: 6:13 AM. I put it back down with a sigh, feeling like I barely slept at all. Training starts at 8, and the thought of it makes my already pounding head ache a little more.
I lean in and place a soft kiss on Nova's cheek, careful not to wake her. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake, nestling deeper into the pillow. I slip out of bed, the cool air hitting my skin as I stand up. Every muscle feels heavy, reluctant to move, but I force myself to head to the bathroom.
The shower hisses to life, and I step in, hoping the hot water will wake me up. As the steam rises, I let the water cascade over my head, washing away the remnants of sleep and the exhaustion clinging to my bones. Training's going to be tough today, but for now, I savor these few moments of warmth and solitude before the day truly begins.
After my shower, I throw on my jeans and a black T-shirt. The routine is automatic, my mind still clouded with sleep. I brush my teeth, the minty freshness a small but welcome jolt to my senses. Exiting the bathroom, I pad quietly across the bedroom, careful not to disturb Nova.
Grabbing a pair of socks from the dresser, I snag my boots from their spot by the door and make my way to the living room. I sit on the couch, pulling on my socks and lacing up the boots.
Nova's going to need her morning brain juice when she wakes up, and I know exactly what that means. Tony's over-the-top generosity from last night—an entire year's supply of Red Bull—had been both a joke and a thoughtful gesture. Smirking at the memory, I head down the hallway to Nova's suite.
Quietly, I open the door and slip inside. The bedroom is still dark, her curtains doing a better job than the ones in my room. I move to the mini-fridge in the corner, Scott's birthday present to her, which is stocked to the brim with those silver and blue cans. I grab a few, the cool metal cold against my fingertips.
I exit her suite, the door clicking softly behind me, and turn to walk back to mine. But I'm halted by a voice echoing down the hallway.
"Good morning, Barnes."
*It's too early for this...* my mind grumbles. I turn to face him, fighting the urge to throw my metal fist into his smug face. Loki stands there, that stupid, charming grin plastered across his features. I can't help but roll my eyes.
"What, Loki?" I groan, the words heavy with irritation.
He steps closer, his movements graceful and deliberate, like he's always performing. "Such hostility for this early hour. One might think you didn't sleep well." His grin widens, eyes glinting with mischief.
"I slept fine," I lie, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want?"
"How is the beautiful girl this morning?" Loki's voice sliced through the quiet, dripping with that infuriating mix of mockery and curiosity.
The rage I was feeling last night begins to resurface, a slow burn turning into a sharp spike of anger. I clenched my fists, the metal of my left hand creaking.. "I should have never done that..." I start, my voice heavy with regret.
Loki, ever the master of interruptions, doesn't let me finish. "No. You shouldn't have. I'm not complaining, though. The two of you, mixed together, taste...delicious..." he coos, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker.
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An unconventional trio
Fanfiction⚠️under 18, DNI⚠️ In the wake of SHIELD's collapse and Hydra's exposure, a former agent finds herself adrift in a world that once gave her purpose. Quietly taken under Tony Stark's wing, she undergoes years of intensive training, honing her skills i...
