I sat down on the sofa, my eyes buried in a book, my mind focused on the brunette in the kitchen. Steve walked into the kitchen and huffed, feeling the tension in the air.
"Jeez you can cut the tension in here with a knife." The blonde commented, looking between Bucky and I.
"Oh yeah, Y/N and I had an argument." Bucky shrugged, looking over his shoulder at me to fine me ignoring him.
"She's not talking to you?" Steve asked, jumping up on the countertop and picking up one of the cookies I had baked earlier. He took a bite and hummed at the taste.
"No, when Y/N is pissed she gets really dramatic and ominous, watch. Y/N?" Bucky turned his attention to me. I didn't look up.
"Yes?" I asked, pulling my feet under myself and readjusting in my seat.
"I love you, doll." Bucky continued, picking up a cookie and looking at me.
"You only love the idea of me." I mumbled, pulling my sleeves over my hands and continuing my book. Bucky let out a loud sigh before biting into the cookie in his hand.
