I stormed into the kitchen, my hands clenched into fists. Steve, who was propped up on the kitchen island turned around with fear in his eyes.
"James Buchanan Barnes!" I yelled, looking for the brunette with the metal arm. "Where is he Steve?" I asked, watching as the blonde pointed to the training room. I nodded in thanks before swinging open the training room door and letting it smack off the wall.
"Hi doll." Bucky smiled sheepishly, knowing full well what he did.
"Don't doll me James." I snarled, walking over to him.
"Oh god, first name, I'm leaving." Sam mumbled before running out of the room.
"Admit it," Bucky shook his head slightly and I took another step closer. "Admit. It." Bucky smirked, watching my five foot five self attempt to look intimidating.
"Make me." He joked, and before he could let out a third roaring laugh, I had him on the floor, my knee hovering over his penis and balls.
"Admit it, or my knee will drop and there will be no children in the future for us." He gulped lightly.
"Okay, I ate the last pop tart. I'm sorry." As he spoke, i felt my mouth twitch into a smile.
"Thanks for admitting it, babes." I pressed a kiss on his nose before getting up and going to leave.
"Wait? Kids for us?" He scrambled up and I turned to look at him.
"Eat the last pop tart again and i won't even consider it." I winked before slipping out of the door. As I got a bit further away from the door, I heard Bucky let out a cheer, making me laugh.
