//Bucky POV//
I heard a small rustling noise, and I see Steve slowly sitting up in his sleeping bag. I look at the time on my phone: 5:57.
"What are you still doing up, Bucky?" he mumbled sleepily, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Why are you awake already, is the better question here." I answer, raising my eyebrow.
"I asked first." he stretched, standing and stepping cautiously over the sleeping bodies on the floor before sliding down the wall to sit next to me.
"I couldn't sleep." I said, neglecting certain details of my night, hoping he wouldn't dig deeper.
He looked at me, his eyes more awake now. "Why not?" he asked, his eyes gleaming a beautiful blue green in the light of my phone screen.
"I-" I stopped, feeling tears prick up in my eyes, trying to continue without sounding off. "I'm just not tired." I finished, my voice wavering half-way through.
"Hey, look at me, Buck," he said, gently moving my face towards his. I felt the hot stream of tears begin to flow down my face, unable to control my quiet sobs. I felt him pull me into his arms, delicately running his hand up and down my back.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," I quietly whisper, curling into his embrace, trying to relax into his touch. I begin to calm down, occasionally sniffling until I fall into a warm, restful sleep.
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I wake up, warm and comfortable in Steve's arms. We ended up slowly sliding down the wall until we were laying down next to each other, his arm resting over my metal one, wrapping around behind me and gently pulling me closer every so often. I didn't want to wake him, so I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. I lay there quietly in his arms until I heard the people around us begin to stir. I saw a flash of straight red hair as Natasha went to wake Peggy up to show her her new found discovery that was the far right corner of the room. I saw them both leaning over us with their phones out of the corner of my partially closed eyes, so i slowly moved my hand from beneath Steve, flipping them off right as I heard the shutter noises.
"Good job, Buck," Peggy whispered, before she headed back to her bag to talk with Nat. At this, point, Steve began to stir, so I held very still, pretending to still be asleep. I felt his breathing speed up for a moment, presumably when he realized what was going on, but it leveled out and I felt his fingers running through my hair as I lay pressed against his chest. I began to 'wake up', pulling him closer to me as I opened my eyes, acting flabbergasted as I 'realized' what had happened.
"I am so sorry, Steve, um, I'm sorry I'll just um-" he interrupted me.
"Oh, shut up you jerk, it's fine don't worry about it." he smiled at me, before pulling me closer for one final hug. "But I do have to go get breakfast, so I'm gonna go do that," he says, pulling away and standing up. I slowly sit up on my bag, reaching over to check the time on my phone, seeing that it read 11:04, I stood up and stretched out, heading downstairs to see who else was out of bed. I peeked around the banister on the steps, seeing Steve standing over a griddle flipping pancakes. I walked around to the other side of the bar, pulling out a stool and sitting down.
"Hey, Stevie, where do you keep the syrup?" I question, wanting to help.
"Second shelf from the bottom in the fridge, butter is in the door," he responds, gesturing towards the fridge vaguely. I hop off the stool and walk around him, gently brushing my metal shoulder against him as I walked by. I opened the fridge grabbing the syrup from the shelf and the butter from the door. I take them over to the bar, then go look through all of the cabinets until I find plates. I take down a large stack of plates, setting them on the bar as well. I fetch silverware and glasses, then sit down in front of him and wait for the others to come downstairs. He flips the last pancake off the griddle and onto a towering pile of flapjacks, calling out to the people still asleep upstairs, "Come get your pancakes you lazy asses it's almost noon!"
"Wow, empathetic are we," I joke, laughing with him as we hear the thumping and groaning of about 10 sets of feet standing up and rushing down the stairs. I see Nat tripping on the last step, sliding into the wall and jumping up making a beeline for the cakes, grabbing three and piling half a stick of butter on the top before slathering them in syrup, shortly followed by Vision, who popped into the room through the ceiling, sitting quietly beside me. He clocked our weird looks before addressing the confusion.
"I don't need food," he said calmly. We all nodded, when Clint came sliding in, slamming into the bar top and doubling over in pain on the floor. I grabbed a small pancake, putting a small dab of butter and syrup on it before quietly eating it, waiting to see who else would fall into the kitchen before we ran out of the fluffy breakfast. Nat reached out to grab a fourth and fifth pancake but Steve slapped her wrist.
"Not until everyone has had some." He scolded her, his brow furrowing. God he's hot, I though to myself as my cheeks heated up. I pulled my hair back from my face, tying it into a knot on the back of my head. Standing I headed to the living room, sitting on the couch before I hear several sets of footsteps rushing towards the stairs. Down came Peggy, Peter, Wayde, and Wanda, all trying to get down the thin staircase. Peter took to the ceiling, climbing over the others and dropping into the living room before attacking the pancakes. Wanda magicked the other two out of her way, flying down the stairs and into Peter, knocking both of them down. Wayde and Peggy were fighting, pushing and pulling each other as they fought down the steps, while Peggy ultimately got down first, Wayde grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him as he rushed the food. I laughed quietly, until Tony came and sat down next to me.
"So, I saw you and Steve this morning." He said, seemingly maliciously.
A/N: I think I'm getting a bit better, but IDK, you guys are gonna have to tell me. This chapter ends on an... interesting... note, but it'll be good I promise. 1138 words.
Another A/N: I hate myself for not writing stucky closer but it's 2:30 am and I have school tomorrow so I'm not gonna deal with that right now. 1192 words.
