100 Follower Celebration Drabble 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
"Baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. What in God's name are you up to?"
Bucky stares at you in pure confusion. His ruffled hair falling in his face. You're balanced on the counter top, holding on to open cabinet shelves for dear life. In your pyjamas. At three in the morning. And a glass jar that was holding the sugar is shattered on the floor.
"Long answer or short answer?"
He sighs, wiping a hand over his face, "Whichever gets you off the counter and back to bed the fastest."
"So," you begin, feeling your cheeks flush as you realize your situation, "I woke up in the middle of the night and I needed a drink of water. But when I got to the kitchen I saw something on the floor and I thought it was a piece of trash. So I kicked it."
"And?" You can see the exasperation on Bucky's face.
"And it wasn't trash. It was a mouse. So I panicked and jumped on the counter and—"
"And knocked over the sugar jar. Okay, babydoll. Let's get you back to bed. We can deal with it in the morning."
He reaches for you and you balk, pressing yourself farther into the cabinets. Bucky sighs yet again and drops his head forward.
"What is it princess?"
"What if it's still there?"
"The mouse?"
"Yes the mouse."
"Then you can kick it again."
You give a dramatic gasp and see a smile tug at the corners of Bucky's mouth. Suddenly the wood you're holding on to creaks before cracking straight down the middle. The few dishes that you and Bucky own crash to the ground, joining the already shattered sugar jar. You manage to catch yourself before you fall off the counter and you glance over your shoulder at Bucky, giving him a sheepish grin.
"Oops."
"Come with me."
"The mouse Buck."
"I won't let the mouse hurt you, m'kay? Let's get you down from there before we end up breaking the entire kitchen. I'll hold your hand."
"Promise?"
"Yes baby. Come with me?”
“As long as you hold my hand.”
