Avengers Imagines

C is for cookie

Blegh. Food poisoning is the worst. Especially getting it at a fancy restaurant when your boyfriend decides to aks the ultimate question. Wow..... You pause in your small shuffle trough the hallway as that sank in. He isn't your boyfriend anymore..... He is your fiancé. You are actually a little shocked that he hadn't snatched the ring and run to the hills considering the incredible amount of times you've already been throwing up. That's what a normal annoying jerk would do. But not Bucky. He holds your hair back, puts a damp cloth on the back of your neck, makes you soup and even watches Disney movies with you. After two horrific days you manage to get to your feet and dress in a pair of old sweats and one of Bucky's old sweatshirts.

Now you are slowly shuffling trough the  house, weak and shaky but determined to stretch your sore body. Shuffling to the kitchen you could hear Bucky clearly singing but soft enough for you not being able to make out the words. Continuing your penguin shuffle to the doorway you find Bucky standing with his back to you. He's wearing an apron and is making what smells like pancakes. He shook his perfect butt and is using his spare hand to make symbols in the air while singing. "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me..... C is for cookie, that's good enough for me..... C is for cookie, that's good enough for me..... Oh, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!!" He sings. You couldn't help it. Your heart swells with love and laughter escapes your lips. Bucky turns around, spatula in one hand an in the other is a large chocolate chip cookie. Looking you up and down he smiles. "You're up! Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? I'm making pancakes!!" You smile and shake your head. "I love you."

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