Who's Afraid of Little Old Me

5

I wake up and turn over to look at my phone. It is 10:34 am. Great I have barely 30 minutes to get ready. I get out of bed and go over to my closet. What should I wear? Oh, I have the perfect outfit in mind.

I put on a white half-button-up top, a black mini-skirt, black tights, and black knee-high boots. It is around 60 degrees outside which means I probably need a jacket but that would ruin the whole outfit.

I do my makeup real quick, and then I'm ready. I tap on my phone to see the time and it is currently 10:55. I'm on time for once.

I walk out of my room and Bucky is sitting on the couch. He is wearing the same thing he always wears. Black pants, black shirt, and black leather jacket. Oh and let's not forget the gloves he has. I think they are to hide to his hand. The metal one.

"Where's your jacket" Bucky says to me.

"Don't need one Barnes" I say.

"You will be cold," He says.

"No I won't" I say.

"Whatever. You ready?" he asks.

"Yep come on old man," I say to him.

"Don't call me that red" he says

"Aw, did I touch a nerve old man?" I say to him. Making him mad is so funny. He needs to be more nonchalant like me. I don't have a single nonchalant bone in my body. I'm too funny.

Bucky doesn't say anything else. I wonder what he thinks. I wish I could read minds like Wanda. But what if someone has a freaky thought, and I hear it? I don't wanna hear that shit.

We take the elevator down to the garage. We get there, and I don't see Wanda, AND her car is gone. This bitch she better not be doing what I think she is or we will be having issues. Trust.

I text her "Where are you"

She replies, "Sorry, I am already downtown shopping. Pietro didn't want to wait. Just drive down here and meet us"

This bitch. I like the message and put my phone away.

"They already left to go shopping," I say to Bucky.

"So we don't have to go" Bucky says.

"I wish but Wanda has a point you need new clothes" I say looking him up and down giving him a judgey look. The man really loves his black and leather.

I walk over to the driver door of my car and I didn't even notice Bucky was right behind me "I don't like the idea of you driving" he says. Did I fucking ask?

"Too bad I'm driving" I say and get in the car and slam the door behind me. He pouts and walks to the passenger side. Before he can sit down, I put my bag on the seat. "Sorry, this seat is taken," I say to him and smile.

"Cassandra move the bag right now" he says to me.

"No now sit in the back" I say.

He scoffs. He closes the passenger front door and I lock the doors after he does that. He goes to open the back seat door and it's locked "Cassandra that's not funny unlock the door" he says. I laughed. It was kind of funny. I unlock the door and he gets in.

"Why so grumpy did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed" I say to him.

"Shut up and drive" he says.

Jesus. He is mad. Which is good. Or maybe not so good. Oh well don't care.

While I am driving I blast the radio with music. Music I know he wont like. I put my playlist on which is only theater songs. What can I say I love musicals. He looked so miserable in the back seat. This is the best day of my life.