“Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body
parts for money.” 3.
“How long have you been standing there?”
Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof
Word Count: 1901
When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation,
you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your
ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an
undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d
slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.
On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write
up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t
be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that
the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment.
You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and
worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s
relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.
Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that
silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You
missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty
cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed
how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the
middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the
dryer after brushing her in retaliation.
For/Inspired by @pentacass‘s various fics… Milah and Ana would be badass awesome grandmas okay, no matter the universe. Ade has quite the name to live up to, no doubt she’ll find some way to honor and aggravate the women who love her (after all, its a family tradition)