Punk (Chap. 2)
Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 1805
Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much. I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics. Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]
Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy. Pleasant in the morning? No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same. Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open. You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come. You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness. You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you. He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”