Indian Food (Reader x Bucky Barnes)
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual References,
Word Count: 850+
I was cleaning our house, if I had to sum it up, it would be that it looked like a pig sty, until I was done with it; to be more specific, it was Bucky and I’s house.
We first met as I was assigned to look after him and help him with keeping out of his bad mindset as well as becoming a friend.
Steve would pop around most days to keep his good friend company, often I would make them snacks and then leave them to it, but then they started to invite me to their ‘boys only’ meetings and we all got along well.
It was interesting listening to the old men reminisce about their life before everything got incredibly complicated and also, them discussing new technology- I found it rather amusing.
Bucky- as he had to spend every day, day in day out, with me- eventually he had to break down his walls and open up to me and I soon found out he didn’t trust easily so I felt blessed.
Then, slowly but surely, we fell senselessly and passionately in love with each other, sure, we had our bumps along the way but we were going well and also laying low.
After the fight with Steve, Bucky and Tony, we had to, the governments did not like Buck one bit.
I heard the door open “Buck?” I asked.
“mm, yeah. It’s me” He hummed, carrying the numerous groceries in.
I went to the door to help him and after we were done, he gave me one of his infamous side smiles.
Bucky snaked his hands around my waist “you do such a good job looking after me and this house, how did I ever get so lucky?” he chuckled gruffly.
“I don’t know Buck, how did you?” I said, being cheeky.
“do I have to explain it to you, you old man? Have you lost your memory again?” I laughed.
“maybe, but I haven’t lost my looks” he smiled into my hair.