I sat on the couch, watching Bucky type away on his laptop. My knees were pulled into my chest as I attempted to look as pitiful as possible. I needed to get this escape plan in motion, and I need to do it now. I let yet another sigh escape my lips and brought my tea up to my lips, letting my eyes glaze over.
"Not a fan of your new book?" Bucky finally asked, breaking his gaze away from the laptop and looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"That's not it," I sighed again.
"What's wrong then, baby love?" Gag. Ever since he bruised my arm a few days ago the trance that he and Steve had pulled me into had disappeared completely.
"I was just wondering when Steve was going to move in? I'm starting to miss him a lot." I Looked over at him with wide eyes. His eyebrows furrowed even deeper, if that were even possible.
"Steve move in?" He asked, closing his laptop. He moved closer to me on the couch, sliding an arm around my waist. He slid me into his lap smoothly, me placing my hands on his chest as to keep myself from falling into him.
"Yeah," my voice trailed off. "Wasn't that the plan? All of us living here together? Happy?" Honestly, I'm not sure that I know what happy even means anymore.
"I could give Steve a call today. Talk to him about maybe coming for a visit." Bucky hummed in thought, rubbing his thumbs along the hem of my shirt. "If all goes well then maybe we can discuss some more long term plans."
I smiled before wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his shoulder.
"Thank you so much, Bucky."
"MmHmm." He kissed my forehead. "Could I get a kiss, love?"
My stomach fell. For three days now I had avoided all forms of physical contact, and then in the span of ten minutes he had me pulled into his lap and was requesting a kiss. I had to keep reminding myself that I was the one in control here. That I had the secret plan to get out of here.
I pulled away from his should to see his smiling face looking down at me. I didn't say anything as I slowly leaned in, placing my lips on his own. What I had planned on being a chaste peck, he had turned into a heavy make out session. He bit my lip, causing me to gasp. He took that opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth, asserting his dominance quickly.
I pushed against his chest, gasping for air as he finally allowed me to pull away. He chuckled and placed another, shorter, kiss on lips.
"Thank you, baby love. You'll never know how happy that made me." I can imagine.
With that I climbed off his lap and watched as he stood, grabbing his phone. with a quick 'wait here' he was stepping onto the porch and lifting the phone to his ear. I bounced nervously in my seat, watching him pace as he spoke. His expression started serious as he seemed to be explaining something, but it was soon replaced with laughter. I hope that's good. I need this.
I would never be able to take Bucky out by myself. He's much stronger than me and I have no idea how I'm supposed to remove this anklet. While Steve is the more emotional of the two men, especially in terms of his anger, Bucky is more calculated. That's why I need Steve. Steve is unpredictable. I'm hoping that if I can show a vague favoritism towards Steve I can manipulate him into 'helping' me. I'm hoping that Bucky will resent Steve for this, to cause a disruption within their relationship. Well, a different disruption than the one I've already caused. By gaining Steves help and then focusing their attention on each other, maybe I can sneak my way out of this.
Steve is blind when it comes to me. He turns into a different person than that of the one he projects to the rest of the world. If I convinced him that I love him and only him, I think I could get him to do anything for me.
I'm pulled from my deep thoughts by the sound of the glass door opening and Bucky cooing at my cat. He gave Frodo a quick kiss and scratch under the chin before sliding back to his seat beside me on the couch.
"Well, I just spoke to Steve," he said vaguely.
"And?" my stomach churns in nerves.
"He's gonna stop by tomorrow."
I squealed in excitement before throwing my arms around his neck once more. He laughed and squeezed me into a tight hug. I couldn't help the smug feeling growing inside me. He thinks im excited for us all to be together. Excited to love both of them. To pursue this strange relationship we had been bouncing around between us. No. I will never be excited for that again.
"Oh, I should clean the house up before he comes!" I cheered, jumped out of his suffocating grip.
"Im sure you could wait a little longer," Bucky suggested, tugging me back towards him with a dark look in his eyes.
"Bucky!" I giggled, finally tugging away from him. "This place is a mess! Besides, shouldn't we get the guest room ready just in case?"
I'm not sure how Bucky feels about the idea of Steve staying the night, but in know for a fact that he's having to stop himself from jumping for joy after I referred to 'his' bedroom as the guest bedroom. After sneaking into my room every night for weeks on end I can say he definitely spends more time in my room than his anyways.
"Fine. Go tidy then." He pouted. "I'll continue working on my writing while you do that, Love."
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and then continued to my self designated task with a smile on my face and a plan running through my mind.
