hydra's daughter | bucky barnes x oc

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It was the dead of night, so most of the good Japanese restaurants had already shut their doors, but still, it didn't take long for Raven and Bucky to locate one just around the corner of the street. They had taken it hot to go since the restaurant was about to close.

They brought the food back to the 92nd story, where the penthouse resided. The elevator doors slid open, and the two ex-assassins found Steve and Sam lounging on the sofa in their pajamas. They were deep in conversation, which halted when they heard the elevator arrive.

Sam was backfacing them, so he reclined his head and smiled cheekily. "Hiya, love birds," he mused.

"Hey Sam, Steve." Bucky's reply was clipped and short. They turned to the direction of the kitchen to eat when Steve spoke up. Raven didn't say anything, she just took the bags from Bucky's hands and started walking to the kitchen. Bucky, the gentleman that he was, yanked the bags from her grip in a childish display of affection. Raven yanked back, mumbling something about just wanting to eat. The back and forth continued as Sam and Steve tilted their heads in confusion from their seats on the couch.

"What are they doing?" Sam whispered, albeit loudly.

"I...don't know," Steve's eyebrows were wrinkled together. "Buck! Eat here with us!"

The pair suddenly halted their silent banter and snapped their heads to look at Steve. Raven was the first to let go, not wanting to entertain Bucky's rather aggressive silliness any longer. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and tugged him along with the bags toward the couch.

"Did you buy enough to share?" Sam quipped with a smirk.

"No," Bucky retorted matter of factly. Sam pouted at his harsh reaction.

"Here," Raven passed him a piece of fried chicken with a straight face.

"He was just joking, Raven." Steve laughed. Sam laughed along too, yet he still grabbed Raven's wrist and brought it toward his mouth, biting the fried chicken right out of her fingers.

She sat there stunned, throwing a confused glance back at Bucky, who was shooting daggers at Sam for whatever he just did. She rolled her eyes turning back to the bags of food and began pulling out the other dishes she and Bucky had ordered. It wasn't much really, just two servings of ramen, fried chicken, and a small assortment of sushi.

"It's really good to have you guys here, Raven," Steve said to her, a kind smile and pearly whites flashed in her direction. She felt compelled to smile back, but decided against it. It wouldn't be best to become fond of the people here, she would be leaving someday soon. She simply nodded back at him, avoiding eye contact.

A few minutes of small talk went by, and Natasha Romanoff entered the living room. She plopped down on a love-seat beside Raven, rocking a black tank top and cotton sweats. Her hair was lazily woven into a braid that cascaded down her right shoulder. The takeout boxes were now empty, as they had finished their food.

"Having fun?" She whispered with a yawn.

"Yeah, been having a blast trying to make the bionic cyborg staring machine here react to something." Sam poked Bucky's metal arm.

"Will you stop that?" Bucky hissed at Sam, yanking his metal arm away and scooting further down the couch.

"Oh come on man, you know we all wanna see what you got packing under that black jacket there." Sam continued to tug at the seams of Bucky's leather jacket, while Steve was slapping his knee like an old man, wheezing with laughter.

Natasha glanced at the person closest to her on her right, Raven. Her gaze was downcast, her face still straightened and tense. She looked to be deep in thought.