1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

3.

When I wake up the next morning, I hear sizzling. I look at the clock and see its about 9am. I hope he hasn't been awake long.

I change into a dark blue knee length skirt and red blouse, sort out my hair, then do quick makeup.  A double check in the mirror shows I'm good to go. I leave the bedroom and make my way to the kitchen and see him dancing a little to the music playing quietly on the radio beside him while he cooks.

He's in his dress pants from the day before with his dark blue dress shirt all tucked in. He's got the cuffs of his shirt rolled to his elbows. A dishtowel hung over his shoulder.

"Morning doll, you hungry?" He looks at me in the reflection of the window in front of him.

"Uh yeah, what can I do to help?"

"Just sit down and look pretty. Shouldn't be hard." He flashes me a grin and again it's like the rubber band around us brings all the pieces together.

He passes me a cup of coffee and pecks my check while finishing up cooking. I see he's already set the table so I go sit down. He plates our food and sits down beside me, where we sat yesterday. I notice he has the top few buttons of his shirt undone, showing his muscular chest. His hair a mess, as the slick is no longer present. He looks like he tried to sort it out but didn't get it to where he had it yesterday.

He's made eggs and pancakes. After the first few bites, I notice how great it is.

I hope she likes it.

"Bucky, this is delicious."

Oh thank god. "Glad you're enjoying it. Least I could do after last night."

"What about last night?" I play dumb.

Maybe she doesn't remember it. "Just for letting me stay the night. It was very kind of you."

"I couldn't let you go in the state you were in. You could barely stand upright. I clearly made the right choice. You make a delicious breakfast!" I exclaim while covering my pancake filled mouth.

"Glad you're enjoying it. Being the oldest, I sometimes had to make food for the younglings." He shrugs. "It's been quite some time. I'm a bit out of practice."

"Well feel free to practice here anytime." I laugh.

Waking up to you everyday? That sounds nice. "If you're lucky doll face..." he grins.

"I'd like to think I've got good luck..." I smile at him.

"I guess we'll find out." He nods. "So, what does a Queens lady do for fun on the weekend?"

"Well, sometimes I work Saturdays." I shrug.

"You'll optionally work Saturdays?" He widens his eyes and drops his fork.

"Not much better to do. I enjoy my job. What's so strange about that?"

"What exactly do you do with Stark?" Hopefully nothing more than work.

"Well..." I try to find the right wording. "I assist with prototypes and experiments..." I tell enough but leave it vague.

"And why would you need a bodyguard?" He presses.

"I have access to a lot of very lucrative inventions, products, lots of things that should not end up in the wrong hands. Our office is not easy to access for a reason."

"Wow. Think you could get me in to look?" He grins.

"Howard loves me but I'm not sure he loves me that much." I laugh.