Keep Me Wild ~B.Barnes

five

Lucy Anderson

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, feeling warm, thick sheets around my skin, and I let myself feel content for a moment.

Wait, what the fuck?

I sat up as quickly as possible, looking around the room and confirming to myself I had no idea who it belonged to.

After a moment of curiousity, I froze in realisation.

I didn't know who's room this was, but I'm definitely fucking naked.

I let my eyes trail to the other side of the bed, and saw a bare back lying next to me, his face not in my line of vision.

Oh god, who the fuck is that?

Is he dead?

I kept my distance, but held my finger underneath where I thought his nose would be, feeling air and sighing in relief.

He's not dead.

What happened last night?

I scrambled for my phone, finding it almost dead on the floor, and I quickly opened up my snapchat, looking through my memories.

I tried to out drink Stark.

Why the fuck would I do that?

There was a video of Tony and I drinking together, making me smile softly.

It was actually kind of cute.

I scrolled through the several photos Nat and I took together, each one more chaotic than the one before.

The first photo was a simple one of us just posing side by side, and the last one was us pretending to make out on the bar counter.

I watched a video I took of me swinging the camera around to show me in between Steve and Bucky, saying I was in between an 'old man sandwich'.

There was a video of Thor giving me a piggy back, and another of me trying some of his Asgardian liquor.

That might be what sent me over the edge.

I found some photos of Bucky and I on the roof together, but my phone died before I could look at anything else.

I did know everyone had gone to bed by that time though, and I turned back to look at the man in my bed, realising who it was.

This must be Bucky's room.

I slowly climbed out of bed, opening the closets in hopes of stealing an oversized shirt or hoodie, but it was empty.

Why would he not have any clothes?

Oh fuck, this is my room.

I stole the shirt I found on the floor, seeing it was Bucky's simple black t-shirt.

It went to my mid thigh, making me smirk to myself.

What a classic romantic comedy post- one night stand troupe.

Bucky was still sleeping, so I grabbed a pen and paper, quickly scribbling out a note for him to wake up to.

What a way to start a friendship, huh?
I'll be downstairs.
Also I stole your shirt.
- Lucy.

I left the note on his, or my, bedside table before leaving the room as quietly as possible.

I found the kitchen eventually, following the sounds of voices and seeing Tony, Nat and Steve at the kitchen table.