The Witch's Game | WinterWitch| Bucky x Wanda +18

Whales and Males

As I promised!!!
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BUCKY
I opened the door reality hit me like a truck. This Closet was not a closet as I thought. It was a room. It was her room.

How the heck was I supposed to know? I had been living in the recovery room in the basement they barely moved me to the avengers head quarters (thanks to le mother Steve) I didn't know Her brother was dead. Heck I didn't know she was here!

Next thing I know there's a damn vase flying straight to my face and I stupidly in awe of the fact I didn't know this did not duck. All I see is black and I hit the floor.

WANDA

OH MY GOD. Steve is gonna kill me. Isn't he supposed to be The Winter Soldier? I couldn't help but laugh as I saw his cross eyed expression as the vase hit his face and he hit the ground like a dead cockroach.

I was cackling on the floor something I hadn't done in a while. I'm guessing the commotion caused Steve and Clint to wake up.

CLINT

What the heck is wrong with these people? I woke up to sounds of a whale dying and I'm guessing the whale hit the ground with a loud thud...oh wait it's laughter but that still doesn't explain the thud

These kids...I got up and put on my slippers walking towards the dying whale sound and WHY THE HECK IS THERE A MAN ON THE GROUND "WANDA?!" I yelled. As I saw momma Steve emerge from his bedroom. "What is this?" He said in a stern voice. I stopped at the door saw Wanda laughing, a vase, and a sleeping wait...BLACKED OUT BUCKY?

STEVE

"What the heck are you all laughing about?" I said everyone completely ignoring me Clint grasping his stomach for air. Wanda rolling around the floor. And Bucky sleeping on the ground.

I don't get it.
Am I too old? Is this some sort of Joke? I just don't get it.

WANDA

I finally calmed down enough to speak
" I (giggle) Threw a vase (giggle) at Bucky and he (giggle) he AHAHAHAHHAHAH" IT is uncontrollable He's never gonna live this down. Steve still didn't find it funny while Clint the poor old man Was passing out from laughter.
After about an hour I stopped laughing Clint and Steve went back to sleep leaving me alone with this "дурак" (fool) I said as as I poke his side trying to get him up.
Didn't work.
I slap him.
Didn't work.
He's a damn rock. I tried everything from punching to tickling. I decided to just pull him to bed
What is he made of? He weighs more than ton!
And his room is...so far.

I'll just pull him to my bed and if the son of a biscuit tries anything I'll throw him to the wall.

I finally was able to put him on the bed. I laid down on my side. Pulling the covers over my head.

Wait.

I could've used my frikin hex.

I facepalmed myself and just sighed falling asleep