The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 26: Really, Buck?

I wake up.
I guess it was Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve had been just like any other day for me for the past years.
I hadn't celebrate anything in years.
I couldn't even remember my birthday.
Which sucked.
I was calm, waking up today. I hadn't had any nightmares. Which was a surprise.
Honestly.
I was expecting one.
I slowly flutter my eyes open, forgetting everything that happened last night for a spare moment.
I turn to my side.
Oh God, Peter.
There was a sticky note on the side of the bed he was sleeping on.
"You kicked me off the bed while you were sleeping, so I wrote this. Feel guilty now."  ~Peter
I chuckle quietly and look down on the floor.
His eyes were wide open, and he lay down like he'd been awake for a while.
"What are you doing, Peter." I whisper, smiling.
"You kicked me off."
"No, shit. Why else would you be on the floor?" I hold up the note.
He sits up and takes back the note.
"Do you feel guilty yet?"
"No, not one bit."
"You should feel guilty. I had to sleep on the ground."
"No, you could've gotten back up."
"But then how would I make you feel guilty?" He says, standing up.
"You're an idiot." I joke.
I stand up, getting out of bed.
I watch as he jumps up to the vents.
"Dude. The door?" I laugh.
"Well- yeah, but this way is fun.." He says, climbing into the vents.
"Whatever." I chuckle.
I search through the closet, looking for an outfit.
I find a dark green sweater, black jeans, and a cute belt to go with it.
I usually didn't get dressed up, but it was Christmas Eve.
Not like I celebrated it.
But I didn't want to seem like the downer.
I open the door and head to get myself ready in the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and brush my hair. I could put makeup on later.
I head to the kitchen, next.
I hadn't really been eating breakfast the last few days.
"Morning." I hear.
I turn over to see Tony standing there. He was being... nice?
I smile a bit. "Morning."
You open the fridge, hoping to find something to eat.
"You like coffee, right? I made you coffee." Tony blurts.
He made me coffee?
"Oh- thanks." I manage to let out.
There had to be a catch.
Why was he being so nice to me?
He hands me the cup of coffee and heads over to the table, holding a plate and coffee.
"Sleep well?" He asks, without looking up.
"What?"
"Sleep well?" He repeats.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I guess."
He looks over to me, probably hearing the confusion in my voice.
"Why are you being so-." He cuts me off.
"Nice?"
I nod.
He leans back in his chair and shrugs.
"I don't know. I guess I realized I've been treating you like shit."
You guess?
"I wanted to apologize."
What?
I am literally so confused.
"Um, apology accepted." I reply.
"Good." He smiles.
This was so confusing.
Just then, Bucky wanders into the kitchen.
He gives a faint smile to Tony, but he didn't return it. God damnit, Stark, just be nice to him.
"Hi." He says to me.
"Hi." I smile.
"Anything to eat?"
I shrug.
"I'm not hungry."
"You've been saying that the past few days."
"Well, I'm not."
"Do you want waffles or something?"
Waffles.
Waffles sounded good.
I didn't answer him, I just smile a bit and he laughs.
"Waffles it is." He says, getting out the ingredients.
"Do you even know how to make waffles?"
"Sure. Maybe... no, but I'll figure it out. How hard could it be?"
...
10 minutes later..
"BARNES! YOU CANT JUST SET THE KITCHEN ON FIRE!" I yell, laughing.
"YOU THINK I WANTED TO?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
Tony, Thor, and Steve come running in.
"You've got to be joking..." Tony says.
"Bucky what did you do?" Steve says, trying not to laugh.
"I- I honestly don't even know." He shrugs, trying to hold back a smile.
"Well, I think something burned." Steve says.
"You THINK?" Tony yells back to Steve.
"I'll put it out." Thor says.
"How are you going to do that." I ask.
"My hammer."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Yup."
He comes over to the fire and starts hitting it.
"Holy shit, Thor."
"Hey, language." Steve yells.
I walk over to the fire extinguisher and start pointing it toward the fire.
The fire settles down.
"How'd it disappear?" Thor asks, still facing the way he was trying to set out the fire.
"I used a fire extinguisher..." I say.
"Oh. Yes- that makes sense."
"I guess no waffles.." Bucky chimes.
"No, shit." I say, finally laughing.
"Okay, that's great you guys are laughing. But have you seen the kitchen."
"Yes, I believe I've seen it before." I say, sarcastically.
"No, no. I mean NOW. There's BURNS everywhere on the counters."
"Replace em'." Thor suggests.
"It's not that simple, God Of Thunder."
"How so? Aren't you a billionaire?"
He sighs and grabs his phone.
"Yes..."
I assume he's calling to get new counters. Ha.
"You want cereal?" Bucky mutters, laughing a bit.
"Yes, preferably not burnt." I joke.
"Shut up." He smiles.
He pours me a bowl of cereal and sits down.
"Any nightmares last night?" He asks.
"Surprisingly, no. You?"
He shrugs.
"Want to talk about it?"
He gives a faint smile.
"Not really."
"Okay. That's alright."  I say, taking a bite of my cereal.
"You know, it's Christmas Eve." Bucky says.
"Yeah.."
"Excited?"
"Not really."
"I figured. It's not the same anymore."
"Yeah.. unfortunately. I could barely remember celebrating Christmas with my family."
"Me either..."
"Well," I clear my throat, trying to bring the cheerfulness back, "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." He smiles.