40s Boys - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Oneshots

bucky barnes - snowed in

summary: bucky barnes x fem!reader -
it's winter in brooklyn and bucky, steve, and (y/n)'s apartment got snowed in! cute fluffy fluff
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"Aw, shit."

You wake up in the early morning due to the voices down the hallway belonging to your best friends. When you fully wake up, you realize you're shivering. The second-floor apartment is bitterly cold, and your feet are numb under the covers.

"Buck, our heater's out." Steve's voice echoes through the hall, and you hear footsteps.

That must explain the freezing temperature of your home.

The sheer night dress you wore to bed did little in providing warmth, and the few blankets spread over you didn't do much either. You hear murmurs, but can't make out any more words. Then the door opens and closes.

Your teeth chatter as you crane your neck to look at the window. It's much brighter outside than usual, which could only lead to one thing at this time of the year - snow.

Several minutes pass before you hear the door open and close again. By now, you've curled up into a ball on the mattress, holding the sheets tightly.

"(Y/N), Doll, we're snowed in." You hear Bucky's shivering voice and turn to see him standing in the doorway, his nose and cheeks rosy red. "C'mon over to my room. Steve's already in there."

You crawl out of your warm covers slowly. The frigid air hits your skin, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your arms. Your bare feet feel numb against the icy wood floor.

"F-floor's c-cold," You stutter through chattering teeth as you leave the warmth of your bed. Your arms wrap around your frame as you make your way to the door, but before you can take another step, Bucky is by your side. He quickly scoops you up in his arms and you squeal softly, but cling on to him anyways.

Bucky smiles at you with pale lips and exits the room, carrying you like a new bride. His sock-covered feet take the two of you to his bedroom. When you enter, you notice Steve already curled up in Bucky's little bed, blankets pulled up to his reddened nose.

Bucky carefully lays you down under the covers next to Steve before quickly crawling in beside you. The bed was hardly big enough for two people, let alone three, but luckily, you and Steve were on the smaller side. You were grateful for the warmth, and you knew the boys were too.

"Geez, it's freezin'," Bucky shivers, pulling the blankets up over his shoulders.

"Did'ya talk to Ms. Miller?" Steve asks, curling up to you for warmth. Ms. Miller was a nice, older woman who lived on the first floor of the building. The three of you usually went to her for all of the latest news.

"She said the snow was piled up to her windows. Said she couldn't even open the door." Bucky replies, outstretching an arm under your pillow in an effort to make the cramped bed more comfortable.

"Lovely," You murmur sarcastically, feeling Bucky's arm underneath your head as you rest it back on the pillow.

The three pairs of legs tangle together under the sheets, savoring the warmth from each other. Bucky suggests that you scoot closer to him when he notices your body still trembling in cold.

You cuddle up to him gratefully, pressing your cold nose into his warm neck. Bucky squeals quietly when your icy nose touches his skin, but smiles anyways and rests his chin on top of your head.

Out of the three of you, you're the last to fall back to sleep. Steve's breathing softens, and his back feels less tensed against yours. You hear him sigh quietly in his sleep, content.