Chapter 32: Picture Perfect

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(Bucky's P.O.V.)

"Please, Doll?"

"No."

"Babe, it's almost one in the afternoon!"

"I don't care."

"Can't you finish this later?"

"Hold still!" It's been this way for almost an hour. Since we got up this morning Angela has been persistent about drawing me getting out of bed.

          She said it was a perfect angle and that I wasn't allowed to move until she was done

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She said it was a perfect angle and that I wasn't allowed to move until she was done. I've found she does this every once in a while, especially since we started dating a month ago. I don't mind it, though. I find it sort of special that she wants to use me for her drawings. "Okay, I'm done." I groan and rub my sore neck. It was hanging down a majority of the time. Angela pushes herself up from the floor and stretches out her back as I get up and walk over to her. I grasp her waist and pull her close to me then kiss her forehead.

"What am I going to do with you?" She smiles up at me and faces the drawing towards me so I can see. It really was beautiful, the way she saw things and the way she was able to bring her pictures to life.

"I'll make up for it later."

"You're starting to sound like me," I remark before leaning down and pecking her lips. "Now come on, we've got extra work to do since you used up an hour of packing time." Tony's building was finished and today we were moving into it. Everyone was glad. We were all starting to get sick of being in the air all the time.

"I packed all of my stuff last night," I smirk at her as she finishes.

"You should help me pack my stuff then." Her hair sways as she shakes her head.

"Sorry, hun, I've got to take a shower." I look at her disappointedly as she starts walking towards the bathroom.

"Seriously? Without me?" She peeks her head out of the bathroom doorway.

"Maybe if you'd have packed earlier you'd be able to." I give her a dry look, but she doesn't see it as she retreats behind the bathroom door and closes it.

Song that inspired this chapter:

Symphony - Clean Bandit

A really sucky and short chapter, but it was mostly a filler. More to come, I promise. I'm reeaallly busy with school right now and I'm SO sorry. I wish I could write every day, and don't think I don't think about you guys every once in a while!

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