Do You Got Plans Tonight?

“Mornin’ you two!” Sam chimes, his smile bright.

You and Bucky look up and grunt in unison. Sam looks from you to Bucky and back to you.

“Yea. Ok then,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “What is this? The grumpy breakfast club?”

Neither of you acknowledge his jab and he glares. With a shake of his head and a loud scoff he pours his own cup and leaves.

You finish your coffee and as you’re walking out you give Bucky a soft smile. He smiles back and wiggles his fingers in a goodbye.

The next morning you arrive in the kitchen first and make your coffee. You make sure to keep the pot hot for when Bucky comes in. He shows up shortly after and gets his usual mug. He prepares his coffee and sits next to you.

His leg bounces against the cabinet and you can see the tension drawn tight in his face. You want to ask him if he’s ok but you know the quiet is better for now. Instead, you get up and search for paper. When you find a pack of post its in the drawer you take one out and write him a small note.

You wash your cup then turn his way and stick the post it on the counter in front of him before smiling and walking out.

‘Hope you have a good day! <3’

Bucky reads it and his smile grows. He neatly folds it up and sticks it in his back pocket.

Later than afternoon you’re sitting in the living room and reading. Bucky walks in and sits down next to you on the couch.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks quietly.

“Not at all,” you tell him.

After reading for a while your stomach grumbles and you giggle, getting up and walking into the kitchen. You make yourself a sandwich and make Bucky one too.

You come back to the couch and place the plate in front of him with a smile.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “How did you know I was hungry?”

“Aren’t you always hungry?” you reply with a sideways smirk.

“Yep,” he says, popping the p. “You also made my favorite. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you say with a wink.

He looks over at your sandwich and sees it’s the same as his. He smiles and takes a bite.

“So good,” he mumbles.

You nod in agreement and curl up with your sandwich and book. The next thing you know you wake up to the warmth and smell of Bucky. You sit up with a start and almost knock over your sandwich plate. Bucky is nowhere to be found but his Henley is draped over you and your book has a small post it stuck to the cover.

‘You fell asleep. Thought you might get cold and I had to leave to help Sam <3’

You smooth out the post it and giggle, rubbing your finger over the little heart he drew.

Bucky and Sam leave early the next morning for a mission so when you go to make your coffee and see his post it note you smile and stick it to your shirt.

‘Have a good day doll. I left the pot on for ya <3’

They are gone for the entire day and late into the night so when morning comes and you’re back in the kitchen it’s no surprise Bucky isn’t up yet. You decide to prepare his coffee for him and also write him a little note.

You get his favorite mug and the cream and sugar and leave it all out and ready for him.

‘Hope the mission went well, see you later <3’

You’re gone for most of the day with errands and when you return and see a bright pink post it on your door you rush over.

‘Dinner? I’ll make the sandwiches! <3’

After cleaning up and changing into comfortable clothes you go to the kitchen and find Bucky sitting at the island in his usual spot. He looks up at the sound of your feet and smiles softly.

“Nice shirt,” he murmurs.

“Thanks. It’s warm. I like it,” you say as you brush your hands over his blue Henley.

He winks at you and gets up to make the sandwiches.

The two of you are happily munching away when Sam strolls in and as usual, he’s smiling.

“Anyone make me a sandwich?” he asks, looking at your plates.

“Nah,” Bucky mumbles.

Sam turns to you.

“He made mine,” you mutter, pointing your half-eaten sandwich at Bucky.

“Wait…he,” Sam starts, pointing a finger at Bucky, “made you…a sandwich?”

“Yeaaaa,” you say with sass, narrowing your eyes.

Sam stares.

“And no one made me a sandwich?” Sam continues.

Both you and Bucky shrug your shoulders in answer. Sam drops his head and mutters under his breath. You watch him walk to the refrigerator and gather the ingredients to make himself one. He turns the light on above the sink and blows out a raspberry when both you and Bucky curse.

“You guys are ridiculous,” he huffs.

You get up to drop your plate into the sink and Sam does a double take. He grabs your shoulder and turns you around to face him.

“Is that Bucky’s Henley?” he asks, his face filled with shock.

You look down and then back up, your mouth opening and closing before an answer comes out.

“It is. I was cold…” you trail off, suddenly feeling defensive.

“Yea! She was COLD,” Bucky reiterates, “and I’m a gentleman.”

Sam’s mouth lifts into a mischievous smirk. “Yea. I’m sure that’s all it was. No way you two are doing the dirty. If you were, neither of you would be so grumpy.”

“I’M NOT GRUMPY!” you and Bucky shout simultaneously.

Sam blows an obnoxiously loud raspberry and takes his sandwich to go.

“Yea. Ok. Whatever you guys say,” Sam teases on his way out.

You watch him leave, then spin on your heels and stomp back to your seat.

“Grumpy! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” you grumble.

“I know!” Bucky agrees. “What? We’re grumpy just because we want peace and quiet in the morning?!”

“Exactly!” you say, throwing your hands up. “I guess we have to be super smiley with sunshine coming out our asses all the time.”

“Shit,” Bucky scoffs. “And I can’t believe he thinks that if we….” and he motions between the two of you, “were ya know…it would make us less grumpy…”

“I mean it doesn’t even matter even if we were…,” you begin, then wave your hand between your bodies, “you know…we’re not grumpy!” you declare.

“We’re not,” Bucky states, clearing his throat. “He’s the one who needs to get laid.”

“RIGHT!” you snort. “He should talk.”

You take a long drink of your water, swallowing hard when you catch Bucky staring.

“What?” you ask in a breathy whisper.

“You look really cute in my Henley,” he answers as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Oh, well, thanks. It’s really comfy,” you tell him.

The air is heavy with tension and you try to avert your eyes but his intense stare keeps you rooted to the spot, your skin heating.

“Wanna come by…” he starts.

“Maybe we could watch…” you say at the same time.

Laughter fills the room and you see a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“I’d love to hang out,” you say, grabbing your water.

“Great,” he smiles.

You start to walk toward his room and your fingers brush along his, the contact sending a zip of electricity across your skin. You suck in a breath but before you can recover he takes your hand and spins you, pinning you against his door.

“What do you say we skip the movie?” he simpers, pressing his hips into yours.

“Fuck the movie and fuck me instead,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.

He lifts his hand and smooths his thumb over your lip, pulling it free of your teeth.

“Oh, I’m gonna baby doll. So good,” he promises.

He dips his head, leaning in closer and brushing his lips across your cheek until they meet the skin just below your ear. You clutch his biceps, holding yourself steady as his nose runs down your neck. He pulls away just enough to look in your eyes, his own dark and full of hunger.

“I already feel less grumpy,” you purr before pressing your lips to his.