“Don’t look at me like that. You know you like it.” You snorted, rolling your eyes as Harry let out another huff of frustration. You were in the middle of a skin care/hair care/overall care products phase, and although testing them out on yourself was fun, testing them out with a friend (or in this case, your boyfriend) was a whole lot better!
“Why don’t you have to do this one?” Harry whined, reaching up to adjust the towel that was definitely weighing his head down.
“I washed my hair yesterday! This hair mask is for after you wash your hair, which you conveniently did today.” You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a pouty Harry with his hair bundled up like an ice cream swirl, his face set in a little frown as he continued scrolling through his phone.
“Wha’ if my hair gets greasy?”
“I’m sure there’s a hair mask for greasiness, don’t you worry.” You hummed, Harry digging his finger underneath the towel to scratch at his scalp. Harry loved you with all his heart, and he’d do anything for you, you knew that! Naturally, when you asked him if he wanted to try some cool products with you he said yes! Two hours into the process and he was starting to regret that decision. It was just… You’d pull this adorable pouty face at him if he refused to do something and he’d fall in your trap immediately.
“How long am I supposed to leave this shit in for?” Harry grumbled, watching as you plopped yourself down on the bed with a cheesy grin on your face.
“About a minute more.” You shrugged, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for doing this with me.” You fought back a smile seeing Harry roll his eyes playfully before you were leaning in to plant a little thank you kiss on his cheek.
“I think I deserve more than a cheek kiss for doin’ this!” Harry immediately pulled you back closer to him, tucking his face into the crook of your neck before he was sponging kisses to your skin. You giggled upon feeling one of his hands slide underneath your shirt, fingertips tracing random patterns by the bottom of your spine. He moved his hand to squeeze at your hip gently, nipping the skin of your neck while his hand slid down to cup the underside of your thigh in an attempt to pull you on top of- You pulled away your alarm suddenly went off, signalling it was time to wash the mask out of Harry’s hair. “What the-”
“Time’s up! Let’s go wash your hair!”
“But I- We were just- I-” Harry immediately slumped against the frame of the bed, blowing a raspberry before letting out a small laugh. “You are… Un-bloody-believable.”
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Steve to the rescue! I always love hearing from you guys <3.
I grumbled sleepily as I turned over in the bed. Another
morning – another terrible hangover. It had been a few days since my phone
conversation, or lack thereof, with Bucky – and he had been silent ever since.
Today was the last day Nicole could stay with me as she needed to get back to
her life, her family, and her job. She begged me to go with her, but I had
politely declined. I needed to find my footing again and figure out what my
next step was. There was no way I could go back to Stark Tower – not after
everything that had happened. I sighed to myself as I stared at the ceiling. I
could hear talking in the other room which I tried desperately to ignore until
a knock at the bedroom door caused me to angrily huff, “What?”
“You have a visitor,” Nicole called through the door. My
heart jumped as I shot up in the bed just in time for her to open the door.
“Captain America?” Nicole asked jokingly.
“My friends call me Steve,” he responded as he looked at her
with a grin before turning his gaze to me – the grin slipping from his face.
I smiled weakly at him – the sudden
spike of adrenaline mixed with my hangover was making the room tilt in an odd
way. “Hey Stevie,” I muttered before laying back down in the bed and ignoring
the presence of both Steve and Nicole.
“And she’s just been like this?” Steve asked in the other room.
It was a few hours later and I was fully awake, but unwilling to leave the room
out of pure embarrassment.
“For days now. I’m honestly not sure when she’s been sober
during the last week,” Nicole replied. I scoffed. That was a little
overdramatic. I drank every night to help myself sleep – I had just always
happened to drink enough to feel horrible the next day. “What about your
friend? This Bucky?”
“He’s absolutely miserable. Shuts himself away from everyone
else. Snaps every time someone tries to talk with him. He hasn’t been like this
in a long time,” by the sound of his voice Steve was certainly concerned. I was
too – I couldn’t help but feel a sudden urge to jump in my car and go to him.
“Do you know exactly what happened?” Nicole asked
pointblank. I could always count on her to cut through the shit and get to the
bottom of the problem.
“He won’t talk to me about it. He just tells me it’s his
fault and that he’s miserable without her. Has… has Y/N said anything?” he
“It’s probably best that you talk to her about it… So you
um… don’t really mind staying with her?” I bolted upright at this. I didn’t
need to be passed off like a child – I was capable of taking care of myself. I
pushed off the bed and stomped into the living room. As I opened my bedroom
door Nicole was picking up her bags and already turned towards the front door.
I stopped and awkwardly cleared my throat. I felt all the anger leave me in a
rush; I really didn’t want her to go. She turned to face me and gave me a smile
before dropping her bags and taking the remaining steps to close the distance
between us before giving me a bone crushing hug. “Take care of yourself, sis. I can try to come
back soon,” she added nervously as she pulled away and looked at me.
“I’ll be fine,” I answered
“You always are,” she responded as she turned and grabbed
her bags before making her way to the door.
An awkward silence fell on the room once she had left. Steve
turned to look at me – his eyes already asking the questions that had been
running on repeat in his brain. “So…”
“Are you hungry?” I interrupted. I knew I was in for an
interrogation, but I wasn’t about to let it start without getting some food.
Steve shook his head in exasperation. “If I say no will it
help me get the answers any faster?” He couldn’t help but let a grin tug at the
corners of his lips.
“Nope,” I grinned back at him.
“Okay fine – you lead and I’ll
follow,” he answered reluctantly.
“Why did you run off?” Steve asked as he set the plastic
menu on the table. I sighed heavily –so it was straight to business then. I had
hoped that maybe we could get through dinner with pleasant conversation and
hold off on the heavier conversations until later. I motioned for the waitress
to take our orders. Once she was gone I picked up my untouched glass of whiskey
and swirled the ice inside it lazily.
I peeked up to see Steve staring at my intently. He wasn’t
going to let me off the hook. “It… it doesn’t matter Steve,” I tried my best to
be nonchalant but my attempt landed flat.
He scoffed – obviously annoyed. “It does matter and you damn
well know it,” he replied impatiently.
I rolled my eyes at the severity of his tone before meeting
his eyes and realizing the hurt that laid behind them. “I’m… I’m sorry Steve,”
I muttered into my glass. “Everything just got so messed up.”
“Y/N, what happened? I can’t help fix it… if you won’t tell
me,” he answered earnestly as he reached across the table and placed his hand
reassuringly on mine.
I swallowed hard – it would be
harder to tell Steve than it had been Nicole. I looked at him with a sad smile
on my face. “I… I love him Steve,” I whispered sadly as I shrugged my
This was obviously not what
Steve was anticipating. His eyebrows shot up before he regained composure and a
soft smile formed on his face. “Well that’s not so bad is it?” He asked shyly.
“Did you know he was sleeping
with Nat?” I asked absentmindedly. Steve’s jaw dropped open – a slew of
half-words falling out. “She said it stopped around the time he started
spending time with me,” I added thickly.
“Oh that fucking idiot,” Steve
whispered under his breath as he ran his hands through his hair. It was my turn
to be shocked – Steve never swore.
“Steve?” I asked.
“He wouldn’t tell me… wouldn’t
tell me why you had left or what was wrong.” He was shaking his head angrily as
he spoke. “I didn’t know about Nat – I had no idea, but I did have an idea
“What do you mean?” I asked, my
curiosity had peaked over my misery.
“He started to change about five
months ago. At first it was subtle, but it started to become much more
noticeable. No one else noticed, because no one else knows Bucky as well as I
do. I’d catch him daydreaming… He’d smile for no reason… He was just lighter…
happier. For the first time since the War I had that young kid from Brooklyn
back as my best friend,” he explained as he shrugged sadly. I suddenly became
acutely aware of the indention my teeth were making in the side of my cheek.
Even as he spoke I felt the butterflies that I always had when I was around Bucky.
When we were together there was an undercurrent of excitement like some sort of
spastic electricity that I could never explain or reason out – even to myself.
“I miss him,” I answered quietly
as I fidgeted with the food that the waitress had set in front of us.
“He misses you. Listen – I’m not
telling you to forgive him. Hell, I still plan on getting the full story from
him, but come home. Please?” Steve reached across the table once again to
squeeze one of my anxious hands. I looked up and lost my resolve in his sad
blue eyes. There was no way I could say no.
“I can’t get hurt again Steve. I
“I know – I promise I won’t let
it happen, okay?” He smiled sweetly at me as I nodded. Of course Steve was
right – I needed to hear Bucky out.
“Are you sure you don’t want to
head back today?” Steve asked as he raised an eyebrow curiously.
I shook my head as I continued
looking forward. “I agreed that I will hear him out, but I don’t want to go
back today. The drive is too long and I need to pack.”
Steve rolled his eyes playfully.
His mood had definitely improved since I had agreed to go back to Stark Tower,
but he was going to have to wait one more day. I wasn’t mentally or emotionally
prepared today after his surprised visit. “So what do you want to do today?” he
asked as he spun on his heel and looked at me.
I shrugged. “We could go to the
beach for awhile. The weather’s pretty nice. The ocean here is just so much
better than what we have in New York,” I responded.
“Deal,” he responded as we
continued our journey back to the cottage.
“I know you’re mad at Buck for
not telling you everything, but maybe you should meet him halfway?” Steve said
as he stared at me from across the little fire we had built in front of the
cottage. The sun was starting to set as the evening waned into night. “I just
mean,” he added as he raised both of his hands in response to the look I had
given him. “Did he know you had a sister?”
I sat quietly as I diverted me
eyes from him. He had a point. “No,” I mumbled back.
“And I’m assuming you didn’t
tell him for a good reason?” he added.
“Yeah,” I responded as I chewed
on my bottom lip. I had tried to keep my life before the Avengers separate from
my new life. It was relatively easy. My parents had both died so it had just
left Nicole, who had agreed with my reasoning for the safety of her own family.
“Well I think I’m going to head
to bed since it will be an early morning,” Steve announced – breaking the
awkward silence that had fallen between us.
“Yeah good idea. I think I will
too,” I mumbled. We put the fire out and headed wearily to our rooms. I feared
that it wouldn’t matter how tired I was – the amount of nervous energy running
through my mind and body was sure to keep me awake.
I blinked wearily – trying to
wake myself up as we weaved in and out of cars on the freeway. Just as I had
predicted I didn’t sleep the night before, making for a very long drive back to
New York City. We had had several close calls from my less than stellar
reflexes that left Steve grumbling in the passenger seat.
“Y/N! Stop!” Steve yelled as I
slammed on my brakes and veered off the road. Traffic had come to a sudden halt
and my internal monologue had prevented me from noticing. I put the car in park
and shakily placed my head on the steering wheel with a groan. “Okay – that’s
it. I’m driving,” Steve announced sternly before unbuckling himself and exiting
the car. I sighed in frustration. There was no reason to argue with him after I
had almost killed both of us.
“Fine,” I muttered as he opened
the door and I unbuckled myself before exiting the car. I stomped to the other side
of the car and threw myself into the seat – slamming the door behind me.
“You done?” Steve asked through
“Yes,” I muttered as I shed my
hoodie before buckling my seatbelt. I wadded the hoodie into a makeshift pillow
and placed it between my head and the window before closing my eyes. Maybe I
was tired enough to rest for awhile. “Steve?” I asked as I shifted
uncomfortably in my seat.
“Yeah?” he responded as we
pulled back onto the highway. We had about four hours left before we reached
the city and there had been something I had been meaning to ask Steve.
“Something has… er… well I’ve
been wondering something ever since you showed up…. Why did you come instead of
Bucky?” I didn’t immediately receive an answer from him so I peeked through my
lashes to see him clutching my steering wheel with white knuckles. I had the
sudden fear that he would snap it in two.
He chuckled nervously. “Well… I
thought I was less likely to get punched than he would,” he responded before
falling into an awkward silence.
“And?” I asked as I lifted my
head and turned to look at him.
“Well Bucky doesn’t exactly know
that I am with you,” he responded nervously as he turned to give me a wink.