I walked into the kitchen to find Bucky, assumedly hungover, given that he and Steve had a night out last night. Not being able to get drunk doesn't mean you can't reap the repercussions. I swung open the cabinet door, letting it smack off the fridge, leaving a loud bang to echo around the room. Bucky let out a low grunt, his head in his hands. I pulled a mug from the cabinet and thumped it on the side, hearing as a sigh left Bucky's mouth.
"Good morning Barnes." I made my voice louder than necessary and Bucky lifted up his head, his eyebrows furrowed grumpily.
"Will you please be quiet?" He asked as I set the coffee machine up.
"I don't know Barnes," I swung open the fridge, pulled out the milk and slammed it on the counter. "I don't really feel like it." He let out another sigh, this one rolling from the back of his throat.
"Will you be quiet. I've got a headache." He hissed, hand running over his face.
"Why don't you come over here and make me?" I smirked, watching as his top lips curled into a snarl. He stood up and strode over, his human hand grabbing my jaw lightly before he smashed his lips against mine. His right thigh slipped between my legs to keep me pinned where I was as his metal hand rested itself on my hip. He pulled away again, his eyes locked with mine. "Consider me silenced." I whispered before pulling him down by the neck of his t-shirt and pressing my lips back on his.
