Bucky's Roommate

Chapter 2

Adel was not awake when Bucky got up in the morning, something that didn't surprise the super soldier. The Latino seemed to be that type that either never slept or slept too long.

Bucky gently picked up Madonna, who had curled up on his chest, and got up from the couch, stretching his arms over his head, making his way over to the kitchen to see if he could find anything to eat for the both of them. When he opened the fridge, however, there was only a jug of milk and some shredded cheese.

"What the fuck," Bucky whispered, closing it to move to the pantry. Inside was a box of Cheerios and a box of Frosted Flakes cereal. When he reached for the Frosted Flakes, he felt something plastic hit him lightly on the back of his head.

Adel ducked under his arm, snatching the cereal box. He glared suspiciously at the soldier as he clutched it close to his chest. "Mine," He hissed, moving away to one of the stools in the kitchen, eating the cereal straight from the box.

Bucky stared at him for a moment before grabbing the Cheerios, opening some cabinets until he came to the dishes. "For God's sake, use a bowl," He slid one over to Adel, who snatched it up quickly, pouring his cereal into it carefully.

The soldier took that moment to study the man as he prepared his own breakfast. Adel was obviously not a morning person as he had already yawned three times since coming into the kitchen. His brown hair was curled up and tangled about his head, the pink strands sticking up in the air. He wasn't wearing his glasses as he squinted at anything he tried to focus on, and he was wearing the same sweater from before, the sleeves twisted around his arms. He was leaning forward on the counter like he was about to just eat out of his bowl like an animal, hands be damned.

"Oh, my god," Bucky whispered, watching the disaster in action. He turned around to fish into the cabinets once more, pulling out the coffee grounds. As he began preparing the drink, he could see Adel slowly sitting up straighter in his chair and couldn't help but grin. He didn't expect his escape from HYDRA to lead to something like this but he wasn't really complaining.

"Bucky," Adel whined, attempting to reach over to grab the assassin's arm. "Bucky, coffee..."

The soldier looked at him, eating a spoonful of his Cheerios slowly, "Why should I get you a cup?"

The Latino looked at him with barely-focused wide eyes, "Bucky, give me some damn coffee."

The Winter Soldier thought he might actually get murdered by a five foot seven sleep-deprived college student.

"This is the best," Adel breathed into his coffee as he drank half of it in one gulp. "You should make me coffee, like, all the time."

"How about no?" Bucky poured himself a cup, holding it in his hands for a moment to feel the warmth. He was actually caught off guard when Adel vaulted over the counter, narrowly missing knocking over his cereal bowl, to stand next to him, "What?"

"You have a metal arm?" The brown-haired man poked it, eyeing the prosthetic suspiciously, "... Cool."

Bucky placed his mug down, twisting his arm to get his sleeve to fall down to his elbow, exposing the metal limb, "Yeah... I guess it's cool."

Adel grabbed one of the fingers, shaking it like it could come off is he tried hard enough, "Does it hurt?"

"Not right now but sometimes it does," He answered honestly, shocking himself. Why was it so easy to talk to Adel?

"Huh, alright," He dropped the hand, snatching up the coffee pot to top off his drink again. "I have to go grocery shopping today. Wanna come?"

Bucky shrugged, putting his bowl and mug in the sink, "Sure, I don't have anything better to do. Got clothes I can borrow?"