Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

9

I smiled, sitting up on the counter and looking across the expanse of food Clint and I had collected. "This is how you guys do movie nights?"

"You bet, kid." The archer smirked, opening the last box of pizza. "Did you decide on movies yet?"

"Hunchback of Notre Dame, Peter Pan, and The Aristocats. I'll add more if need be."

"All Disney movies?" The archer laughed, "you're worse then a kid."

"I am a kid!"

"You're twenty five!"

Huffing, I crossed my arms. "I can be a kid if I want to be." I slipped off the counter, then, nabbing the slice of plain pizza off Clint's plate. "Where's Steve at?"

"Some stuff going on in Washington, headed down to the Triskellion."

"Woah, that big SHEILD base down there?" That's so cool!" I could practically feel the awe dripping from my lips. "Can we go sometime?"

The archer laughed, "maybe. I'll think about it."

"What's he doing there though?"

"Nosey, aren't we?" He rolled his eyes as I munched on his pizza, grabbing himself a new slice. "I'll tell you if you'll live here."

"What?"

"What?" Tony echoed me as he and Bruce walked into the kitchen, the scientist looking nervous. "She's staying here now?"

I shrugged, "I dunno, apparently he thinks so."

"Yeah," Clint mused, "why not? You live in that crappy part of town, you're here every day, why not just move up here?"

"I'm with Clint on this one," Bruce stepped in, "if you're having blackouts like this you shouldn't be by yourself."

I could feel the uncertainty creeping into my chest and up my throat. "Umm... I guess so."

"Alright, I guess I'll find someone to set up your room," Tony whined, "what size clothes do you wear?"

"Umm... extra small in shirts and small in pants, size four in jeans. Why?"

"You're gonna need clothes, duh." And then he wandered off again, raising his phone to his ear.

I shook my head. "He's insane."

"You just figured that one out?" Bruce giggled, picking up a slice of sausage and mushroom pizza and taking a bite.

"I wanna go see Steve." It was out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying, and my hand automatically flew to cover my lips.

"Kid, you know we can't-"

"Lets go."

"What?!" Bruce burst out, looking mildly terrified. "We can't take her down to Washington!"

I just sat silently, watching the exchange between the two. "Guys, we don't-"

"We should, though. You said about how cool the Triskellion is, lets go see it. We can go see the Smithsonian, you might even be able to catch Steve when he's free."

"But Clint-"

"That sounds fun, Clint. I'd like that." I stopped Bruce, knowing I would be going against him but certainly not caring if it meant I would get to see Steve again. "I've always wanted to go to the Smithsonian."

"Then it's settled," the archer clapped his hands and scooped up this third slice of pizza, wandering towards the living room.

I looked over at Bruce, who looked a little shocked at what had just gone down. I was about to speak up and ask him if he was okay, but just as I opened my mouth Mr. Hot Shot himself marched on in, an iPad in hand.

"Why do you wanna see Capsicle so bad, Wes?"

I shrugged, looking down at the half finished pizza slice in my hand. "I dunno, really. We met when I first started working, bonded over our mutual love of WWII and oldies music, and now I've basically taken to him like a brother." I took a bite, glancing over the thick crust at Tony.

"You sure it isn't because you like him?" He wiggled his eyebrows and I almost gagged.

Bruce turned to Tony, now, finger raised up as though he was about to scold him. "Tony, leave her alo-"

"He's like a brother, Stark." I deadpanned, then leaned back and kicked my feet up, still perched on the countertop. "His friend though looked like he would have been a little more up my ally."

This time it was Bruce's turn to gag, and Tony started cackling hysterically.

"Wesley Powers, I swear-" Bruce trailed off on his own, not knowing how to fill in that empty space. "You can't go around talking about dead people like that."

I scoffed, sliding off the counter and grabbing another slice of pizza and a move case off the counter. "I think I just did, Dad."