Crave

Chapter Four-Domesticity

We walk back into the building and into a common room that's half kitchen and half living room. It's a little late for dinner, but there are still a few stragglers here. Steve and Natasha are sitting on the couch, Nat's feet in Steve's lap as they talk quietly. Tony's here too, filling what looks like a twenty-four-ounce cup with coffee, and there's another man I haven't met yet.

"Steve, Tony's drinking coffee." Bucky tattles and Steve turns towards us with a deep frown on his face.

"Dammit." Tony curses quietly, but still shoots me a wink.

"Tony, we've talked about this. No coffee after eight." Steve scolds and taps Nat's feet so he can stand.

"And I've said no patriotism after six, yet your spangled ass is still here." Tony shoots back and screws the top on his cup. "Been having coffee after eight since I was thirteen. No reason to cut me off now."

"Yeah, but I'm not going to come down at one in the morning to carry your sleeping ass to your room after you've caffeine crashed." Steve tells Tony and he rolls his eyes. I watch this exchange amusedly before Bucky tugs at my arm and we slip over to the fridge. The man I don't know turns towards us from his seat at the bar.

"Gonna introduce me, Barnes?" He asks and hops up from his seat.

"Figured you're old enough to do that yourself now, Wilson." Bucky quips and opens the fridge while I turn towards the man.

"Hey, Rosalie Warren." I offer my hand and he takes it, brushing his lips across my knuckles.

"Sam Wilson, sweetheart. Nice to meet you." An easy smile lights up his face and it's infectious. Little wrinkles beside warm brown eyes tell me he smiles a lot and I find myself liking him already. "You know, you look like a dancer." He lifts our hands and walks out a bit as he surveys me. An entertained smile creeps onto my face.

"Hands off, Sam." James warns and my hand tightens just slightly on Sam's hand.

"More like gymnastics." I respond. Bucky snorts at my words, but I ignore him, as well as Steve and Tony now fighting over the twenty-four-ounce coffee cup in the background. Sam's eyebrows lift.

"Bendy, huh? I can see that too. Still, I think there's a dancer in there." He turns his hand and I spin to humor him. Sam hums appreciatively and nods. "Definitely."

"Hey. Dinner." Bucky calls curtly and when I look over at him I note his clenched jaw and tight fists.

"Well, I hope you're staying. I could make a dancer out of you yet." Sam grins at me and I smile back.

"Wouldn't mind some lessons. I am staying. Stark, you said that was alright?" Sam and I part and I raise my voice to reach Tony who is clutching the mug to his chest as Steve tugs on it. His eyes light up at my question and when he looks over at me Steve manages to slip the cup out of his fingers.

"Damn!" He curses as Steve smirks victoriously, setting the coffee on a high shelf. "Of course, you can stay. Happy to welcome another hot person to our group." He sighs and flicks Steve off before strutting out of the room. I nod and join Bucky on the other side of the counter as Sam sits back down at the counter.

"Sounds good, sweetheart. More dancing lessons to come." Just before I turn I catch Bucky shooting daggers at Sam and I slap his shoulder for it. Bucky had gotten out cheese, butter, and bread so my conclusion is grilled cheese.

"What, everyone else gets to flirt with you and I can't?" He asks huffily and I shoot him a warning look with my eyes.

"Yes, that's it. Soup?" I question and hear him intentionally make more noise than necessary as he gets out the cans and pot. Sam watches this interestedly. Bucky notices.