Welcome To The New Age: Bucky/Avengers Fanfiction

Chapter 3

After 7 hours straight of TV, Bucky decided to get up. He was addicted to the point of no return. He'd let Steve make a list of suggestions for him of shows to watch, and after 3 days, Bucky had finished 3 seasons of Supernatural. He'd only stopped for food and bathroom breaks, and he'd slept on the couch. It was such a contrast from his old life. Here, he could be as lazy as he wanted, and if that meant spending his life on the couch watching sappy TV shows, then by God, that's what he would do.

He had yet to meet the rest of the Avengers. Steve had gone out a couple times to hang out with them, and every time he'd asked Bucky to come along, but Bucky was perfectly content alone. Bucky's new best friend had become Jarvis. Jarvis wasn't overly friendly, and wasn't constantly asking whether he was okay. Bucky preferred friends who didn't speak unless spoken to. Steve did not fit this criteria.

Bucky wandered down the hall on his way to the bathroom. Something at the end of the hall caught his eye. It was a door. It occurred to him that he still hadn't been exploring in the rest of the rooms in the apartment. Now that Steve was gone, this was a great time to do it.

Bucky continued until the end of the hallway. He tried the handle on the first door after his. Locked. He continued on to the next one. That one was locked too. He tried the final door. Locked again. Bucky turned around and walked down the hall, trying to think where Steve might keep the keys to the mystery rooms.

Bucky turned into Steve's room. He looked at the dresser. No keys on top of it. He began opening drawers. Shirts in one, pants in another, socks in a third and... American flag underwear? Steve had quite the underwear collection. Everything from boxers to briefs, all in patriotic prints.

'Sometimes, there's a limit' Bucky thought.

He closed the drawer and continued the search. He searched the bed, still nothing to be found. He opened the closet. Yet more patriotic memorabilia lined the walls and shelves. But there, on the wall, was a set of keys. Bucky grabbed them and left the room, trying to escape from the patriotic nightmare.