Words On My Skin

Chapter 4

Bucky: If you could eat anything, right now, what would it be?

You stared at your phone, a smirk lifting your lips as you quickly replied to his random text message.

Y/n: None of you ate this morning, did you...? Also, the answer is sushi.

Bucky: SUSHI? Your answer is SUSHI? Who craves raw fish? Also, no we did not eat, and I am starving to death.

Y/n: How far out are you guys? I could have sandwiches, or something, made for you?? (Also, sushi is delicious and you're dramatic!)

Bucky: Ten Minutes.

Bucky: Your taste in food disgusts me, sometimes.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Y/n: Says the guy who literally ENJOYS bread and butter pickles... Bleckhhh. Dill pickles all the way.

Bucky: Five minutes out. Also, for your information, I said that they were ALRIGHT. I didn't say that I ENJOYED THEM. You're hearing things.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing two loaves of bread, lunch meat, cheese, condiments, and peanut butter. If they hadn't eaten all day, they were going to be crabby as all holy hell, and you weren't about to deal with that.

Y/n: Tell everyone I'm making sandwiches to hold them over until dinner. So, if they want them, they better come to the kitchen! (Also, I'm throwing away the bread and butter pickles. You and Steve disgust me for buying them in the first place. How could my soulmate think that bread and butter pickles are 'alright'? And you say that MY taste in food is gross!)

You set your phone down, continuing to make a plethora of different sandwiches – leaving the condiments on the side for them to choose, since you'd been burned on that, before.

"The team has arrived on base." FRIDAY notified you, startling you as you spread some peanut butter on some bread for yourself.

"Any of them need medical attention, FRIDAY?" You asked, grabbing a bunch of cups and a pitcher of lemonade to set out.

"There are no major injuries on any members of the team, Ms. L/n." FRIDAY responded.

"You know, you could just ask us, yourself?" Bucky's voice comes from behind you, startling you into dropping your knife on the ground with a loud yelp.

You whipped around, with a hand over your racing heart, "Jesus, Bucky! I'm seriously buying you a little bell or something! You're too quiet!"

He ignored you, reaching down to pick your knife up off the floor, throwing it in the sink. He was dirty, again, his skin dark with dirt. He was starting to have permanent dark circles under his eyes, from not sleeping very well, and you could see the lines of exhaustion in his face.

"Did you guys sleep at all, on the mission?" Reaching up and attempting to wipe off a smudge of dirt by the smooth skin of his nose. You winced as you made it worse and lowered your hand. "Or shower?"

"Nope." He smirked, grabbing a peanut butter sandwich off the counter and taking a large bite. After he swallowed his bite, he continued, "Though, Natasha fell in a river. So, she's technicallyclean."

"I didn't fall. You shoved me off the ledge of the bridge, you asshole." Natasha stormed in, glaring at Bucky. Her red hair was wavy, like it had air dried, and she was much cleaner than Bucky was. "Next time, warn me."

"I warned you. I said, 'Nat, watch out.'" He shrugged, grabbing another sandwich off the counter, "Not my fault you weren't watching."

"I was watching for HYDRA." She scoffed, sitting at the table with a sandwich, "Not for your idiot ass shoving me off a goddamn bridge."