And Then I Wrote Marvel

Extra Luggage (Modern AU!Peggy/Steve/Bucky x Reader)

"Steve, when you said a getaway weekend, I imagined something slightly different," Peggy said.

"Why?" Steve asked, totally oblivious. She squinted her eyes at him and he took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at her. "It's a really nice cottage, I swear!" he promised, but still missing the point. "Pepper helped me find it."

"Yes, well, there's still one detail," she hinted.

"Are we there yet?" Bucky piped up from the back seat.

"Does it look like we're there yet?" Peggy snapped.

"No, ma'am," he replied, snapping to attention at the tone of her voice. "Can I get an estimate of how much longer we'll be on the road?"

Steve glanced down at the car's GPS for an ETA. "We still have a couple more hours," he said. "Hang in there."

"How 'bout I just take a nap instead?" Bucky suggested. "You can pretend like I'm not even here."

Peggy mumbled something under her breath that only Steve caught. Judging from his slightly shocked reaction, Bucky guessed that he didn't want to know what she had said.

She stared determinedly out the window, watching the minimal scenery slowly creep up to the car, then pass it in a flash.

Gentle snoring came from the back seats in a matter of minutes, and Peggy finally felt free to speak her mind.

"This was supposed to be just us."

Steve sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry."

"You, know, I would have been okay with this if you had told me beforehand," she said, sounding slightly less angry as she looked out the window.

"I know that too."

"Then why wouldn't you tell me?"

"It was..." Steve ran a hand through his hair. "It was a last-minute decision."

"And you couldn't have run it by me?"

"Peggy, he found out where we were going an hour before we left and asked if he could tag along just for the drive," he explained quickly. "He won't be staying with us during the week."

"What interest does he have with a small town in Maine?" she asked. "And why would it have been so hard to tell me all of this beforehand instead of letting me be mad at him for no reason?"

"I don't know, Pegs. We're just a couple of stupid kids from Brooklyn."

"You can say that again," she snorted.

"We're just a couple of stupid kids from Brooklyn," he obliged, smirking.

"Steve," she laughed, thwapping his arm with the back of her hand.

"Ah, there she is," he said, smiling. "He found out that his sister lives in that small town. She reached out to him a little while ago, and he's been looking for an excuse to take a break and go see her."

Peggy sat still for a moment before speaking again. "Why do you always make things more complicated than they need to be? You could have told me, 'Hey, Peggy, Bucky's coming with us to see his sister,' and that would have been all that needed to be said."

"Peg--"

"But no! You had to tell me the moment that we left that Bucky was coming along for our trip to Maine with no more explanation."

"I'm sorry--"

"As you very well should be!"

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