Bucky's Roommate

Chapter 6

Adel was in his government class when he saw him.

Him being Bucky.

The Latino was diligently taking notes, trying not to fall asleep from his professor's droning voice. The class was fairly simple when you got the concept of it but Mr. Lenson liked to throw in trick questions in the weekly quizzes like he knew everyone found him boring. He didn't need to study, not really. Everything his professor spoke of, he already knew, already understood like the answers were already on his tongue and in his brain. Still, appearances needed to be kept if he didn't want any unwanted attention so he filled his notebook with whatever his professor put in the slideshow.

There was a noise to his side and Adel glanced over before doing a doubletake, eyes going wide for a moment.

Bucky drummed his fingers on the desk and winked at him, pretending to focus on the lecture happening four rows down in front of him.

"What the- You're not in this class."

"Nope." He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I have an important question."

Adel squinted at the man. "What is it?"

"Will you let me kidnap you?"

The Latino tilted his head at the question, surprise on his features as well as amusement. "Sure, why not? It'll be fun." He glanced at his phone, checking the time. "You busy today? I need to do some shopping and shit."

Bucky shrugged. "I don't have anything planned. What are we getting?"

"I figured it's high time we got you a phone. I can add you on mine with my family."

The soldier blinked in surprise, shaking his head slightly. "You don't have to, I don't want you guys to have to pay for my stuff."

"It's fine." Adel waved his hand at him, smiling blindingly when his professor gave him the stink eye. Mr. Lenson never liked him. Adel didn't know why, he was a delight. "You can always pay us back later or something." He wrote something down in his notebook before glancing over at Bucky. "Really, though, we want to do this for you."

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The Winter Soldier was doing the dishes, which is... fine. But... Why.

Adel didn't have the brain power at the moment to exactly process what was happening in front of him, nor did he particularly care about proper punctuation in regards to his thoughts. What he wanted to know was why an assassin decided to do his dishes when his soldier counterpart seemed perfectly content with leaving them in the sink. He thought Cariño might have been humming, the type that you do in your head and you just can't help but maybe sway softly with it.

"Hey, Cariño," Adel spoke up, stepping fully into the kitchen. "How are you doing?"

The assassin turned slightly to him as he ran the sponge against a bowl. "The asset is functional." When the Latino raised an eyebrow at him, he amended, "I... am fine. How.. How are you?"

"Tired." Adel sighed, sitting heavily in one of the stools, burrowing his face in his arms on the counter. "Hurry up and finish. Play with my hair. Por favor, Cariño."

Winter stared at him for a moment before nodding, quickly rinsing the bowl. All that was left were the utensils and he handled them quickly, drying his hands on a towel with a shooting star on it that rested on the handle of the oven. He made his way over to the other man, who nudged a stool over to him with his foot, and sat down, reaching his hand over to run it through Adel's hair. "Have you heard from your mother, Matthias?"

Adel startled in surprise for a moment, his eyes opening so he could look over at the assassin. "Aye Dios mío, please don't call me that. You can call me Adel or- Hell, you could make up a nickname for me. I already gave you one, Cariño."