#04242019

However, after the fifth knock the two of you seperated with an irritated grunt and with a vexed voice you invited the disturber to enter. Almost simultaneously a blond shock of hair appeared in the door crack. As soon as you recognized your teammate, you soundly fell back into the cushion, onto your back and threw your arms in the air to display your dismay regarding the disturbance.

“Hey sleepyhead“, Steve inquired as he fully stepped into the room, closing the door behind him as his gaze roamed the untidy sleeping space. His eyes finally came to rest on your lying form after a few seconds when he revealed the reason for his presence, “You remember the meeting we talked about? We're all waiting for you.“

“Just give us a few more minutes“, you mumbled tiredly, turning onto your side once more to burry your face in Bucky's chest, whose lips formed a small smile at your childish antics. With your legs entangled and his hand on your hips, a content sigh escaped your lips as you felt yourself already drifting off again.

“Us?“, Steve repeated in a whisper, taking another step into the room and closer to the bed while his best friend pulled you even closer. “Hey, punk“, Bucky chimmed light-heartedly while your hands snuck into his smooth hair, loosely playing with it, “I'll make sure that she'll be up in 10.“

“15, at least“, you quickly corrected, the two of you snickering as Steve's face fell, a worried expression becoming apparent when he probed once more, “(Y/N), I really do believe, that it would be best for you to get out of bed now.“

Groaning you glanced at the standing visitor, neither capable nor willing to leave your lovers embrace, who already protested at your small movement. Slowly kissing down your throat, Bucky burried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a deep hum as you distractedly tried to answer Steve.

“No way, it's still dark out. What could be so urgent that I'd need to get up at this hour?“, you nagged with a yawn whilst your eyes slowly drew close. Bucky wasn't of much help to keep you awake either as he slowly stroked your sides, the consistent movement seemingly lulling you to sleep.

“It is three in the afternoon“, Steve answered drily, slowly moving towards the blacked-out window. Your floor was a mess, clustered with clothes, mainly t-shirts belonging to your boyfriend, which complicated his locomotion as he was anxious not the step onto them.

“Oh, is it?“, you giggled as you felt Bucky smirk against your neck, his slight scruff scratching pleasantly against your skin, “Wouldn't have guessed.“ Your melodical giggle was accompanied by his affermative hum, the sensation against your skin conjuring a tired smile on your face.

“I wouldn't mind staying in bed“, the brunette mumbled, stroking your sides as he stared into your eyes with a devilish smile adorning his lips, “With such a pretty bedfellow even less.“ Shocked at his hint in the presence of his close friend, you gasped and smacked him against his shoulder.

“Bucky“, you scolded though it couldn't be taken all too serious as your protests were accompanied by melodic laughter, “Bite your tounge!“ With a quiet whisper you added an 'Or I'll do it for you' which hopefully went by unheared by your visitor.

“I think it's best if I'd just open the curtains“, the fair-haired male mumbled as his hand reached for the curtains, the small movement already letting few sunrays into the room.

“Don't“, you shrieked whilst sitting up abruptly. Your sudden outburst seemingly caught both men by surprise, Bucky's face creased into a frown while his best friend stared at you wide-eyed, his blue orbs shimmering with concern. A sheepish harrumph interrupted the heavy silence before you added, “I simply prefer it that way.“

Though your boyfriend's face was once again adorned by one of his charming smiles, Steve kept a tense expression as his hand slowly sank to his side. With his feet dragging and shoulders hanging, he slowly made his way back towards the lying pair.

The ensuing tense atmosphere didn't go by unnoticed as you felt your hands getting clammy and the easy deed of breathing growing more difficult with every breath whilst Rogers burried his hands in his jeans pocket as if unsure how to proceed.

Your name fell from the blond's lips like a plea and you were about to roll out of bed, just to whisk the somber look off Steve's face, when a certain someone's lips whispered your name tenderly in your ear; any reluctance vanishing as his strong arms pulled you down onto the mattress once again.

“30 minutes, Rogers, and I'll be with you“, you quietly mumbled with your eyes already closed as the Super Soldier in your shared bed pulled the blanket a bit higher. You felt Bucky's heartbeat under your hand on his chest combined with the steady rise of his chest, his soft lips on your forehead as he pressed a loving chaste kiss to your skin and the heat radiating from him; you felt content, save and home.

Steve slowly truged towards the door, his head hanging low in defeat. With a last glance over his shoulder, the blond Super Soldier quietly pulled the door shut, leaning against it as a tired sigh fell from his lips. “So, Capsicle“, a female voice spoke up to catch his attention, “What's the what?“

Despite the forced lightness in her voice, one look was enough to determine her true frame of mind; dark circles under her eyes, dishevelled red hair with last remains of blonde ends and a worried expression on her face, mimicking Steve's appearance. Said male let his head fall against the door, eyes closed and the countenance of a desperate man as the words seemed to choke him.

“I fear that she's getting worse“, Steve grumbled, the crestfallen meaning weighing heavily on the two heroes as Natasha crossed the room, moving to stand in front of the tall man; the responsibility pressing on his broad shoulders.

Quiet giggles could be heard from within your room, muffled by your wooden door, whilst the adjacent floor was filled with booming silence before the former Russian spy decided to speak up.

“I understand that we all needed – and apparently still need – time to process everything“, Natasha argued, squeezing Steve's shoulder in an attempt of consolation, although the following words were brutally honest, “But it's been almost three years since the battle in Wakanda and we still don't know how to deal with this... situation; far less how to bring back both Barnes and half of all life across the universe.“