“SPANGLES! I know you’re in there! I swear on JARVIS’ life I will kill you if you’re anything but decent!” Tony yelled through your door, banging against it.
You blinked away the sleep in your eyes and looked around. You were draped across Steve’s very shirtless chest, him holding you close much like a child would their favorite teddy bear. Steve’s mouth was slightly open as he let out a discontented snort at the noise and hugged you closer. You weren’t complaining, Steve was very warm and cuddly, but you knew if Tony caught you like this he’d have a fit and possibly send you back to your dad’s (even though Steve still had his jeans on and you were still fully clothed).
“Stevie.” You whispered, shaking his shoulder to wake him up.
Steve just sighed and pulled you closer, letting out a small “mmmf”.
Tony’s protests and threats were getting louder and more violent.
“Steve!” You whisper shouted, smacking his forehead.
The soldier jolted awake, flipping over so that he was hovering over you and looking around the room for any threats. When Steve realized there were none, he looked down at you confusedly.
“Get under the bed!” You hissed, pushing the super-soldier to the floor.
Steve landed with a surprised yelp but managed to crawl under the bed just as Tony burst through the door.
“ROGERS!” Tony roared, looking around the room wildly with a repulsor locked and loaded.
“Uncle Tony! What the hell?” You asked, sitting up in bed and acting as if you’d just woken up.
“Where is he?” Tony asked.
“Where’s who?” You asked.
“Don’t play dumb, Sugarplum. I know Rogers is in here.” Tony replied, looking around the room.
“And who told you that?” You yawned, raising an eyebrow.
“JARVIS.” Tony said.
“JARVIS, is Captain America in my room?” You asked the AI.
“No, miss. It appears not.” JARVIS replied.
“What?! But you just…” Tony said, glaring at the ceiling.
“It appears I was wrong, sir. My apologies.” JARVIS said, answering Tony’s unasked question.
Tony was silent for a long moment.
“Well?” You asked, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m … I …” Tony stuttered, looking around as if he were lost, “I’m sorry Sugarplum; I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m just worried about you. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
“Uncle Tony, I know you’re worried but I can handle myself. I always have.” You said, but your breath caught in your throat when you saw Steve’s shirt bundled up in the corner in plain sight; you knew everything would crash and burn as soon as Tony saw it.
“What is it, Sugarplum?” Tony said, starting to turn around.
You grabbed Tony and pulled him into a tight hug, “Nothing! I just - I love you. And I really appreciate all you’re doing for me.”
“Oh Y/n,” Tony sighed, hugging you tightly as you used your powers over his shoulder to camouflage Steve’s shirt, “It’s always my genuine pleasure.”
You let Tony go and gave him a questioning look, “Why’re you looking for Stevie anyway?”
“Please don’t call him that in my presence or period; its too flirtatious. Also, Sam told me you and Spangles got cozy last night.” Tony said.
“So … JARVIS didn’t show you any footage or anything from last night?” You asked
“Not yet.” Tony replied slowly, “Should I be worried?”
“Also you thought it’d be wise to hunt him down and shoot him?” You laughed, changing the subject.
“That’s what all the dad’s in the movies do!” Tony defended.
“Well why don’t you go find Steve, you dad-saster.” You joked, pushing Tony from the room.
“Okay! Okay! I’m going! Also, Thor and Bruce made a good hangover breakfast for everyone so hurry downstairs!” Tony shouted, retreating down the hall.
You let out a sigh of relief and leaned against your door as Steve rolled out from under your bed.
“That was close.” He breathed, staring up at you.
“Yeah,” You giggled, “Never hidden a guy in my room before. You okay?”
“Yeah,” Steve chuckled, “How’d you get JARVIS to hide me though?”
You offered a hand to Steve to help pull him up, “Well, Captain America wasn’t in my room.”
Steve’s brows furrowed in a silent question.
“Steve Rogers was.” You said, pushing him out the door and grabbing his shirt off the floor; returning it to it’s original form.
Steve smirked, “Clever girl. And thanks, by the way.”
“For what?” You asked, pulling his shirt over his head for him considering he was still in a slightly sleepy haze.
“For treating me like a person. You don’t treat me like Captain America or a 90-year-old clueless virgin. You just treat me like … Stevie. And I appreciate that.” Steve said, smiling down at you as you smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt while you pulled the fabric over his chest and abs.
“Anytime Stevie.” You smiled.
“Also, thanks for the dance, doll.” Steve winked, “I can see why Buc-”
“STEVEN FUCKING ROGERS! YOU BETTER START RUNNING BECAUSE I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU’LL END UP BACK IN THE 1940s!” Tony’s voice screamed from three floors away.
“Oh shit!” Steve exclaimed, looking around frantically.
“Guess he just saw last night’s footage.” You said, “You might wanna start using that super-soldier speed right about now.”
“It’s been a pleasure, ma'am.” Steve said, pecking you on the forehead and taking off down the hall.
You laughed and shook your head as you walked back into your room to get ready for breakfast.
You pulled on a green strappy one piece bathing suit, then tossed on some jean shorts and a white t-shirt over it and headed downstairs.
“Good morning!” You sung, sitting down at the breakfast table.
You were met with a chorus of hungover groans.
“Shhhhhh! Shhhhhh! Shhhhh!” Darcy shushed you, her eyes concealed behind a pair of thick framed sunglasses.
“I second that.” Sam groaned, head resting face-down on the table.
You smirked and sat down, “Big babies.”
“How’re you not hungover?” Natasha asked, “Did you not drink?”
“Oh I was plenty drunk. But I’m also a mutant so … Perks.” You shrugged.
“Mornin’.” Came a gruff voice, you all turned to see a very grumpy and disheveled Bucky.
“You look like shit.” Loki commented.
“Its pretty bad when the god of lies decides to be honest.” Pietro snorted.
“Seriously, what happened to you? You reek of alcohol.” Sam asked, finally looking up.
“Apparently nothing in this damn house is strong enough to get me drunk.” Bucky said, sitting down heavily, “Super-soldier serum is a blessing and a curse apparently.”
“Be thankful; I’d kill for that right about now.” Wanda said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
The talking resumed and soon Thor and Bruce brought out breakfast, serving everyone. Tony came down just in time but Steve was still missing; you suspected he’d be hiding for a while. You glanced to Bucky; he was unusually quiet and distant today.
“Hey,” You whispered, catching his attention, “You okay?”
“Fine.” Bucky said harshly, brushing you off and turning away.
You frowned but decided not to bother him further; maybe he was just tired.
After two more days you came to the conclusion that you’d been wrong; Bucky was definitely upset for some reason.
Bucky stopped coming down for breakfast and wasn’t laughing or smiling much, he’d join in on team-bonding time but didn’t do much participating, and he always smelled faintly of alcohol.
On the third day Tony decided to throw a bit of an end-of-vacation party in honor of it being everyone’s last night in Malibu, and in true Stark Party fashion half of the city’s population ended up in the house.
Colored lights were flashing, the music could be felt through the floor, and you couldn’t move without brushing against someone else’s body.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink!” You shouted to Maria and Jane, attempting to be heard over the music you three were dancing to.
Maria nodded and Jane gave you a thumbs up, signaling they’d heard you.
You wove through the crowd over to the bar; there was a couple heavily making out and you diverted your eyes, rolling them in the process. They couldn’t save this for later?
You waved over the bartender, hoping to get away from the couple as quickly as possible, “Can I get a water?”
“Sure thing.” He responded and walked off to get your water.
You were suddenly bumped from behind, which caused you to accidentally bump into the couple that was making out beside you.
“The fuck-” The guy growled, turning to face you.
You almost started to apologize but your breath caught in your throat. It was Bucky.
Bucky stared at you in surprise, lip gloss staining his mouth from the girl he’d been kissing only moments before, eyes wide and bloodshot.
“Y/n.” Bucky said, your name slurring on his tongue. You then noticed Thor’s flask clutched in his metal hand.
“Mr. Barnes, are you drunk?” You asked; enough Asgardian liquor could get even Steve drunk.
“Whatta you care?” Bucky slurred, “Shouldn’t you be hangin’ all over Rogers right about now? Or is it Loki’s turn with you tonight?”
“What are you talking about? What the hell is going on with you? You’ve been acting really weird lately.” You said, genuinely confused.
“What the hell is going on with me?” Bucky asked, anger flashing in his eyes, “I’m not the one who flirted with someone then turned around and fucked their best friend.”
Your mouth hung open, “Okay, now I really don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Bucky turned and pinned you against the bar, caging your body in with his own, “Really? You’re gonna play dumb? I saw the lap dance you gave Steve. I saw him take you upstairs later that night. I saw him leaving your room the next morning without a fucking shirt on!”
Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh no, you think that … Me and Steve … That’s not what happened! We didn’t-”
Bucky cut you off with a snarl, “I really don’t need to hear the details, Y/N. Just go rub up on Steve; you seem to like doing that.”
His comment hit you like a slap to the face and you stared at him, speechless for a moment.
“Would you let me explain?” You finally asked, finding your voice even through your shock and slightly hurt feelings.
“I thought you said something about taking me upstairs?” The girl at his side whined; you’d almost forgotten she was there.
Bucky looked between you and the girl silently, as if thinking.
“I don’t need this,” You snorted, then turned to the girl, “Careful, he’s recovering from a bit of a dryspell. He’ll probably blow his load before you even get your dress off. That is, if he hasn’t already.” You looked pointedly at his crotch.
“Here you go, miss.” The bartender said, handing you a bottle of water.
“Thanks.” You said turning your back on Bucky and walking back into the crowd, ignoring the ache in your chest and the tears building in your eyes.
You retreated to a corner, drinking your water and catching your breath. You weren’t going to cry; not over this and not over him. It was just flirting anyway, its not like you actually cared about him.
You sighed and pulled out your phone, dialing a number you hadn’t thought about dialing since you’d met Bucky.
“Hello?” Asked the voice on the other end.
“Hey, it’s me. I’m gonna be back in town tomorrow. Feel like playing with me again?” You smirked.