Who's Afraid of Little Old Me

6

 When we arrive home, Bucky takes his bags and disappears before, I can say anything else to him. Whatever, it's probably nothing.

 I got to grab my bags from the backseat and realize they weren't back there. Bucky took them in for me, and I never even noticed he did that. 

 I go up the elevator to find Wanda. I will not be letting her off easy. If she made me hang out with anyone else, I would have been fine, but Bucky out of all people. I go to Wanda's floor, she is not in the kitchen or living room so she must be in her room. Her door is cracked open slightly and I see Wanda sitting on her bed watching TV and vision sitting on her chair in the corner reading a book.

Wanda looks away from the TV and sees me "Heyy Cassie how was your shopping trip with Bucky" she asks me. She emphasizes "Bucky" as if she is implying something.

"Wanda, I know what you are doing, and stop it" I say to her. She gets a little worried that I know what she and Nat are planning. I don't know the full plan but I know the obvious.

"Cass I have no clue what you are talking about" she says. So I guess we are lying now.

"Wanda I know you are trying to get me to like Bucky which will never happen I hate him at the end of the story," I say to her.

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night," Wanda says to me before I walk out of her room and head up to my floor. I seriously can't believe Wanda thinks she can get me to like Bucky. Does she think I'm ever going to like the dude who killed my mother, and grandparents, and kidnapped me? Not to mention the times the winter soldier was the one who carried out some of my abuse. I could never forgive him. 

And speak of the devil. As soon as I walk onto my floor guess who I see. Bucky Barnes in the flesh. He is in the kitchen cooking something. Whatever it is he is burning it because it smells like a burnt baby in here. Not like an actual burnt baby because I have never smelt a baby burning and I do not want to.

He turns his head and glances over at me. I ignore him and go straight to my room. I change into pajamas. I was not planning on going back out until Bucky was done in the kitchen. The smell of burnt food is too strong. I can also hear him cursing the imamate objects out. 

I walk out of my room and lean on the wall in the kitchen watching Bucky cook. I look over at what's in the pan "What the hell are you making is that food for Satan himself because I think the food is pretty burnt" I say to him. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. Okay, sassy.

"I'm trying to make pancakes but this dumb fucking stove keeps getting too hot and burning my pancakes," he says in all seriousness. I think I'm going to die from laughter. I burst out laughing after he said that. 

"It is not funny," he says in an annoyed tone.

I contain myself and stop laughing "Do you want some help?" I ask him. I have nothing better to do than help this pathetic grown man make pancakes.

"First of all why are you using a pan," I ask him.

"What the fuck else would I use," he says angrily. 

God damn someone is in a bad mood. I choose kindness today "We have a pancake maker," I say grabbing the pancake maker from Target. Nat got it for me for Christmas because she says I eat a lot. Since I like to cook and eat a lot everyone just buys me anything food related.  I'm not complaining about it though. I love food and food is yummy.

I place the pancake maker on the counter and plug it in "This is a pancake maker I don't know if they had this in your time but you just turn it on like this" I say demonstrating how to use it. I press the on button "and now you pour the pancake mix in it" Bucky hands me the bowl of pancake mix. There were so many boxes of pancake mix in the trash. I think he has used up all the pancake mixes. I pour the pancake mix into the maker "Now we close it and wake for a few minutes" I say to him. 

Bucky paid attention closely the whole time making sure to remember how I made the pancakes. We both stand and wait for the pancake to finish. The maker beeps and I open the maker up. I grab the pancake and place it on a plate "Do you want another one, Barnes?" I ask him. He nods his head "Please" he says and gives me a small smile.

I make him two more pancakes and pour syrup all over his plate "There you go" I say and hand the plate to Bucky who is still standing right next to me "Thanks" Bucky says before quickly walking off and sitting down at the island in the kitchen. We used to have a dining table but let's just say the table broke for mysterious reasons. 

 I think for a second. Should I start a conversation with him? No, I shouldn't. I don't have the energy to put up with his weird ass. He is quiet and mysterious. I am the opposite. As I am walking away Bucky says "Wait" quietly. I stop in my tracks and spin back around.  I walk closer to him.

"Never mind," Bucky says to me.

"Alright," I say before grabbing his fork from his hand. Bucky sits up and puts his hand by his side "Please don't stab me again I learned my lesson Cassandra" he says.

I laugh at him before taking a bite of a pancake piece "These are good you know whoever made these must be great" I say and then I place the fork down on the plate. I walk away and to my room. 

"She is" Bucky mumbles under his breath but I don't hear him.