Summary: In which Bucky’s exhaustion isn’t enough to keep him from a tea party.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,156
Edited by: @avengerstories aka My Queen
A/N: Shoutout to @imaginingbucky for making me aware of this picture’s existence and everyone else at Avengers Trash Tower™ for being the loveliest ladies I know.
“Hello beautiful,” Bucky greets, dropping his bag on the floor and wrapping his arms around your midsection.
You lean back and kiss his cheek before returning to the task at hand - making dinner. He growls the moment he loses your attention and leans against you, forcing you to support some of his weight. “What are you doing?”
"I’m tired,” he yawns.
You continue stirring the pot on the stove, lips curling upwards when Bucky rests his chin against your shoulder. “So go to bed.
He lazily bites the spot under your ear and you can feel his smirk against your neck when your eyes flutter shut. "I’m comfortable right here.”