Accidents Happen

Evasive Maneuvers

Bucky had left an hour ago, despite much protesting from both of you and much more kissing in between him finding his clothing, dressing, and walking to the door.

"Okay, I'm going."

Kiss.

"Really. Walking to the door. "

You follow. Kiss.

"I'm turning the door knob." Kiss. And butt squeeze. From you.

"Hey, now!" he yelped. "I've got to open this door and slip out unnoticed and your hands attached to me may be found noticeable."

You relented, one last kiss, and took a step back. He opened the door, peaked out to make sure the hallway was empty, and took another look at you with a smile.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N." And he was gone.

Now, sitting on your bed towel-drying your hair after a long hot shower, you let the events of this morning replay in your head. A slow grin grew on your face, then burying it in the bedsheets that still smelled like him. You lingered there a moment relishing the memories, but then shot back to get ready. You promised an appearance at lunch and you were officially starving now, having been thoroughly distracted from hunger the entire morning.

You slipped on a pair of leggings and a long sweater, deciding to let your hair just air dry. Exiting the room, you walked toward the kitchen with a slight limp. That fracking calf muscle was improved but not healed completely. As you approached the large communal living area, you saw almost everyone had gathered.

Clint and Nat were re-enacting a fight from the last mission for Sam's benefit in the living room area. Tony was fiddling with something on the dining room table while Pepper tried to convince him to eat something. He was on a roll apparently and when that happened Tony rarely slept or ate. It was a big step that he had removed himself from the lab at all.

Walking the length of those two areas, you neared the kitchen where sitting at the island on bar stools were Steve and Bucky in deep conversation as they ate. Grabbing an apple off the counter and a box of cereal, you headed for the fridge. Steve saw you approaching and broke off the conversation, then Bucky's eye caught yours. He let out a little smile before looking away, face neutral.

"Oh, good! You found him, Steve." You said with a smile.

"Actually he found me after his workout."

"Yeah? How was it, Bucky?" you asked as you poured milk on your cereal.

He finally dared to look at you again. "Good. I was on one of the lesser-used floors for a...full-body workout. Just body weight stuff. Repetitions. You know." You could see the flame still there in his eyes.

"Sounds fun." You said with a conspiratorial smile. "You'll have to show me sometime. After my leg heals, that is."

"What happened to your leg?" he asked, as if he didn't know.

"Pulled calf muscle. Dumb move on the last mission. I spent the morning in bed, though. Resting and icing, a little stretching. So it's better. In fact, I might try a light workout tonight. You up for some company?"

Bucky smiled, "Sure."

"Great," you said, still trying to play it cool. This role playing was kinda fun, actually.

You grabbed your cereal, threw a smile to Steve and walked toward the living room. You could overhear Steve trying to restart the conversation with Bucky, but he waved him away. Something was going on there.