Next To Me // A Stucky Au

Chapter Nineteen

This week they were all at the studio again, and the band had just finished their job with Pepper Potts. Even though they had no reason to be there - apart from Natasha, who was giving Peter his lesson. They weren't even doing any work, just sitting around talking like it was a Sunday.

"I'm moving to a new apartment next Sunday!" Steve blurted out suddenly, "Do you guys mind helping me move?"

"Is that the apartment that you went to look round last weekend?" Bucky asked, raisin an eyebrow and Steve nodded. "How come you get to move in so soon?"

"Well, the agent said he'd had it for a while, and, to be honest, he looked really glad that someone was buying it. I don't know why nobody did, it seems perfectly fine apart from the fact 50% of the walls are a horrible yellow. But nothing paint can't fix right?"

"Sure we'll help," Sam butted in. "You look like you might need some help with the paint as well, if you haven't got any ladders," Sam smirked at him.

"Shut up," said Steve, rolling his eyes.

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Before they knew it, it was next Sunday, and everyone had brought their cars to Steve's house. They were loading the couch into Sam's van, along with some other furniture, and putting some smaller furniture, like chairs,  in Clint's car, which seats had been folded down. Everyone else was piling boxes into their cars, which Steve had spent the last two weeks packing.

"Holy shit Steve, you have a lot of stuff," said Natasha, as she helped load Peggy's car up (hers was full).

"Tell me about it," called back Steve, who was doing his best to help Sam and Bucky stuff a mattress into the van next to his couch.

"Yeah," Clint agreed, carrying three chairs, "nothing like normal, friendly bonding time."

They had pretty much packed everything, and the cars were all comlletely full, so they decided to set off. It wasn't to far, and they all got there in under fifteen minutes.

"And now," Peggy said, "we have to do it all again." A few people cheered sarcastically, but most just got on with it. They headed in, and they were definitely glad that Steve's apartment was on the second floor, not the third floor like last time.

Steve was definately the leader when it came to this. Everyone could feel it and they let themselves be ordered around by him. It wasn't like he was just standing there telling them what to do, anyway, he was helping.

"For fucks sake, Bucky," Steve yelled for the 50th time that hour, "don't put the box with the radio in in the sink!"

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It was the end of the day, and everyone had gone home apart from Bucky, who lay with Steve on the sofa they had randomly put in an empty room. The floor was relatively clear in hear, and they had brought Steve's radio in and they were listening to what ever pop song was playing.

Suddenly, they heard the letter box clang, like a letter had just been posted through. Steve frowned, he hadn't given anyone his new address yet, and decided to get up and investigate. He walked back into the room holding an envelope, addressed to him, with pretty gold trimmings and sat back down on the couch. Bucky leaned over his shoulder to see what it was.

"You're first letter to your new house, Stevie," said Bucky as Steve opened the letter. When they saw what it said, they both smiled widely.

You are invited to join us for the marrige of
Laura and Clint Barton
On Saturday 25th of May 2019