Stucky: My Blood Red Heart

4 - Arrival

(an: Sam's contact names for them are ✨best friend culture✨ also i used snazzy in a story thats one more off my bucket list)

James woke the next morning with the worst pain he'd ever felt in his stomach. He shot up on the bed and gasped as the spikes of pain went deeper into his chest. He managed to stand and stumble to the kitchen, every step only driving the pain farther into his body. 

He saw a red packet on the counter with Natasha's neat handwriting on it. eat healthy ;) It said. He grinned through his pain and ripped the top open, spilling drops all over the counter. He downed one drop before almost gagging. Holy shit, this is disgusting! He thought. The pain had gone down in his stomach to a dull throb. He groaned and glanced at the clock. He did a double take and groaned loudly. Its quarter to nine already!?

He went back to his room and pulled on a blue Brooklyn Collage hoodie and some sweatpants before grabbing his backpack and suitcase. He saw his phone light up and and grabbed at it groggily. 

Dickhead: be ready, i am coming over

Bucky: u shouldnt text and drive 

Dickhead: so i shouldnt be steering with my feet?

Bucky: no and im curious... did you change your contacts since you got a new phone?

Dickhead: yeah why

Bucky: really whats mine

Dickhead: ✨asshole✨

James burst out laughing as he pushed his suitcase out the door of their apartment and locked it. Real mature, Sam. 

Bucky: lmao no way whats Steves

Dickhead: bisexual blondie 🥺👉👈

James only laughed harder and temporarily shoved his phone in his pocket to drag his suitcase down the stairs. He nodded to the receptionist and walked out into the blinding sun light. He pulled out his phone again to see Sam had texted him simply outside and he jumped when the pickup truck at the curb honked at him.

"Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Sam called to him from the drivers seat.

"Mean Girls? Since when are you a theater nerd?" James asked as he climbed in the backseat, throwing his suitcase in the passenger side.

"Since I decided to fit the stereotype of a gay dude. Want me to paint your nails?"

"Sam, you have a PICK UP TRUCK. That completely goes against the stereotype." 

"Ok, but still..." 

James just rolled his eyes. "You are ridiculous. Though seriously, did Steve send you the clip?"

"At..." Sam pulled out his phone and whistled. "Eleven twenty-six. I was up that late?"

"Hashtag not surprised."

"Please never say hashtag again." Sam said before stepping on the gas.

"We're picking up Steve?"

"Nah, he said he wanted to ride his motorcycle there."

"He's gonna ride his motorcycle on the interstate?" James asked, incredulous. "Is he that insane?" 

"You'll have plenty to discuss that while you dorm together." Sam said, and James could basically feel him smirking from the front seat. 

James kicked the back of his seat. "Please don't start."

"Ah yes, nights alone together, passion filled nights..."