His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Fifty One

Bucky crawled back into bed, his hair mussed around the pillow as he buried himself under the duvet. His breath smelt unusually minty considering it was only just morning, but he didn't look like he'd jumped out of bed and got ready for the day quickly.

To put it honestly, he looked like shit.

His eyes were rimmed red, with bags so heavy they almost looked bruised. His lips were chapped, and he shuddered as he brought his hand to wipe against his forehead.

"Morning," I smiled, reaching over to cup his cheek.

Bucky grunted, taking my hand to press his lips to my palm. "I'm going to die." He mumbled, before yanking the duvet from me and covering his body with it. I kicked his shin playfully before pulling my body upright and wrapping Bucky's jumper around me that had been left discarded on the floor a few days earlier.

I heard a quiet grumbling as I pulled fluffy socks over my feet, standing up to leave the room. I twisted back to look at the hidden figure of Bucky. "What?"

His head poked out the top, his eyes blinking wearily in the pale light that filled the room. "I'm sorry."

I frowned, and sat back on the bed, curling my feet under my legs as I turned to look at him properly. "What for?"

"Getting drunk." His hand reached out from under the blankets, his fingers stretching out to hold my own. "Leaving you alone whilst I went out."

"You missed out shouting at Aaron." I teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I forgive you darling, and I love you."

I watched a weak smile grow on his face as he yawned sleepily. "You're too good for me."

I shook my head softly, and pressed a final kiss to his cheek before sliding off the bed and slipping out the door. I snuggled up in Bucky's jumper, his familiar smell surrounding me as I busied myself in the kitchen. Orange juice was my miracle cure for hangovers, and I had a feeling it might help Bucky's too.

I filled a glass and left it on the bedside table, taking a minute to watch the lump under the blanket breathe steadily, the messy pile of hair disappearing as he rolled over with a faint snore.

I grabbed my phone and headphones to soundtrack my climb up the stairs towards the communal rooms. We really needed to start keeping Bucky's painkillers in our rooms if his hangovers were going to become a regular occurrence. This was the second time I was sent around the Tower in a hunt for the sacred tablets.

I saw Peter slowly dance around the kitchen, sliding on his feet a little as he moved around the counter. I slid a headphone from my ear, and heard his faint mumblings as I reached into my pocket and paused my own music.

"Baby, baby, baby, oh!" I stifled a grin as I walked closer, watching him slide along the ground with his eyes closed. "Baby, baby, baby, no!"

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, leaning on the island with my chin resting in my hand.

Peter screeched, jumping back in surprise and hit his back against the edge of the counter. With a grunt he dropped to the floor before his hand fumbled upwards towards me. He climbed up from the floor, a glare aimed at me. "Why are you here?"

"Fetching painkillers for Bucky's headache," I tilted my head, "Maybe you need some, it looks like you've got Bieber fever."

I grinned at him as his scowl deepened, and I dodged out the way as he flung a grape at my face. "Not fair!" He pouted, "It was on the radio and it's too catchy."

I rolled my eyes, "can you pass me the first aid kit?"

"And I'm like baby, baby, baby oh!" Wade appeared at my side, seemingly from nowhere as he danced around the room. He outstretched his hand, pulling me upright and spinning me in a circle before shimmying away.