#sweetsummernights

“Morning.” Natasha’s words came out in a mumble as she rummaged through every drawer she could get her hands on. Random kitchen utensils and bowls of all different sizes covered the counters as the redhead maneuvered around the kitchen, continuing her search for whatever it was she hoped to find. “Coffee’s on the kitchen island, creamer’s in the fridge.”

She saluted Natasha. “Why the long face?” She addressed their captain, bending down to look for a carton of vanilla creamer on the fridge’s bottom shelf. “You guys won, didn’t you?” 

The heavy terrace doors made a creaking sound as they opened, filling the surroundings with crisp morning air. “Barely.” Bucky chuckled, coming into the room. He placed a soft kiss on y/n’s exposed shoulder before setting down two bags of groceries on the kitchen island. 

Last night, when Natasha suddenly zoomed past the couple out of nowhere, both Bucky and y/n decided it was a great idea to race Steve and the spy to Tony’s cabin. The Winter Soldier against Black Widow. What could go wrong? 

“Barely winning is still winning.” 

Bucky yearned to reveal that he slowed down at the last second, but bit his tongue, laughing instead. It was a fact Natasha wouldn’t accept anyway. 

“How’d you sleep?” He asked once y/n sat down on Tony's large and, presumably, crazily expensive dining table. Her feet comfortably rested on one of the chairs. 

“Perfect.” She answered because she did, in fact, sleep perfectly. Crazy how well a person can rest if they aren’t burdened with stressful missions that have the power of saving or ruining the world. Even her phone stayed silent for the entire night, though she forgot to mute it. No random messages or 3am calls as if the world quieted down just enough for y/n to enjoy her, very much needed, vacation in uninterrupted peace. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Bucky threw her a smile across the room as he started unbagging the groceries. “Would my baby like waffles or eggs for breakfast?” 

The redhead, who had been watching their interaction with a knife in her hand, suddenly made a fake gagging sound. “Get a room.” She said, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. 

Bucky raised a brow, smirking. “We haven’t done anything.” The grocery bags were almost empty now. “Yet.” 

The three were so busy staring at each other, that no one noticed Steve coming to stand behind Bucky. Lovingly wrapping his arms around his best friend, Steve placed his chin on the taller man’s shoulder. “Waffles sound amazing, baby.” His voice was a sudden and surprising sound in the now silent room. 

It only took half a second for Bucky to recover and get into his new role. “Anything you want, darling.” The word darling dripped with faux sweetness and admiration — Bucky’s tone for the first part of the sentence was filled equal parts of amusement and sarcasm. “Would you like whipped cream with that too?” He laced his fingers with Steve's. 

The two girls could barely hide their amusement and surprise as their eyes stayed widely open throughout their boyfriends’ interaction. 

“Oh, honey pie, you know me so well.” Steve let go of Bucky, coming to stand near Natasha. The captain had his signature I got you expression on he only wore after his quite peculiar and not that good of pranks. 

Jumping off the table, y/n let laughed. “This is one hell of a weird timeline.” 

Steve cocked his head to the side as if to ask what the hell do you mean by timeline?, but didn’t have a chance to say anything. “Agreed. A few years ago this man was shooting at me.” Natasha spoke up, pointing to Bucky. “Now my boyfriend’s in love with him.” She glanced between the two best friends, shaking her head. 

Bucky’s face was painted with annoyance as he dropped the role. “We’re not in love.” His girlfriend’s teasing mmhh from across the room seemed to tell otherwise. “Just close.”

“Sure, buddy.” The girl patted him on the shoulder, and Natasha chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that.”