Romanoff

                                  he’s still partially ASLEEP, a yawn seeking ( departure ) and barnes is quick to COVER his mouth as to mask it as he makes his way into the KITCHEN.                                                                                    ’  so what’s for —— ’                                   another yawn CATCHES him mid-sentence and bucky let’s out a breath, sniffling slightly. ’  BREAKFAST. ’  finally managing to get the question OUT entirely.

She wasn’t one that was easy to sneak up on but it seemed she was so engaged in her cooking and quite comfortable with her surroundings that the sudden voice from behind her made her jump just slightly. Spatula in hand, she shifted her body so she could look at the half conscious man stepping into the kitchen. “I didn’t think you were going to be up for another thirty minutes or so,” she greeted him, slightly flustered that she was covered in pancake batter and wearing an ‘I cook with wine’ apron Tony had purchased for her one random evening. “I still have muffins in the oven and a whole bowl of batter for pancakes.”

                                  words of INCOHERENCY are being grumbled - something along the lines of being AWAKE before bucky rolls over, nestles into the ( comfort ) of his bed && falls right back a s l e e p.

The look Natasha was giving the bundle of blankets and pillows could have been believably serious, however, she had more than expected the reaction from the dark haired man. With an VERY audible sigh, she stepped over to the side of the bed, hands on her hips, and issued a very stern warning, “If you don’t get up then I’ll be forced to drag you from that bed by your ankles.”

I want the K [keepingcovers]

` ✗——— keepingcovers​.

Nathaniel Pietro Barton, you were named after the biggest shit I’ve ever met. What a little bitch.