His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Four

"So how was work?" I turned to look at Steve and Tony, yawning.

"Good. It was good." Steve smiled at me as I stretched, still having not woken up properly. I was used to spending the mornings after work cuddled in bed, avoiding mum, but here everyone seems to be around all the time.

Tony smiled, "I was thinking, we should all go down one day. Make it a trip."

I looked at him as I filled my mug with hot water, waiting for the tea. "Do you even know where I work?"

Tony looked at me "um..."

Peter interrupted him as he grabbed an apple from the middle of the island, "at a bar."

Tony raised his eyebrows, his face lighting into a smile. "Really? You make all the drinks right?" We walked over to the sofas, where Steve and Bruce were reading, Nat and Clint were downstairs training.

"Yeah, why?" I curled up on the sofa, pulling a blanket down to cover my knees, hiding my fluffy winter pyjamas.

"We should all go down! It'd be good publicity for the bar, I mean." I laughed as I sipped my drink.

"It's already constantly packed. If you guys came down we would run out of alcohol."

Bruce grinned at me, "Tony's a lightweight and Steve and Bucky can't get drunk. It wouldn't be a problem. But Nat? She'd drink the whole bar under the table."

I grinned back, as Tony eyed him. "Bucky wouldn't come though would he?" Bruce sighed, and walked away, shrugging. I frowned, and sipped my tea.

"Why not?" The lift doors opened and I watched Bucky drag himself in, long dark pyjama bottoms trailing on the floor, his grey hoodie zipped up and pulled over his long hair which was tied back. He made a beeline to the coffee pot and filled a mug full before walking slowly over to us, hovering behind the sofas.

"Because he doesn't do anything. Does he?" Tony carried on, not noticing the newest addition to the room.

"Tony," Steve warned, and I furrowed my brows. I glanced at Bucky as he sipped his coffee, and he winked at me.

HE WINKED AT ME!

I blushed furiously as he held a finger to his lips. I smiled and went back to watching their conversation.

"Well he doesn't Steve does he? Didn't even eat with us till yesterday lunch time. And then he fucked off afterwards, to who knows where. I doubt he'd come to the bar with us."

Peter glanced up "maybe Mr Barnes will enjoy it?"

Bucky smirked, and I stood up quietly, making my way over to him.
"You okay?" He mouthed, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm all good." I walked back to the kitchen and picked up a pack of pop tarts, offering one to Bucky, who'd followed me half way in.

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~Third person POV~

Peter watched as Amelie and Bucky smiled at each other, walking together into the kitchen. "Why would you think he'd enjoy it?" Tony turned to face him, and Peter shrugged.

"Amelie works there."

"So?" Peter pointed towards the kitchen were Bucky was taking a pop tart from Amelie's packet. They weren't speaking, but it was the most human interaction they'd seen Bucky have since he'd joined the tower.

"What the-?" Steve whispered. Tony stared at the two of them, before turning back to the group.

"Something's going on between those two."