Brooding Minds Think Alike
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: You’re having a shit day. Bucky’s having a shit day. Why not have a shit day together.
Warnings: Angst, but the kind of angst from having a really bad day. Also language.
Word Count: 1763 lol this got out of hand – just like my day!
A/N: I was in such a snarky mood when I wrote this haha! At least I feel better now. Italicised text indicates thoughts.
If there was one law of the universe that you hated the most, it had to be this one: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
And today, everything was going wrong.
It all started at 4:53am, when your aching body decided that despite returning to the compound late last night from a mission, 3 hours of sleep was enough. But it was fine. Whatever. It’s not like your alarm was going to go off at 5:20am anyways. So you got up and made your way to the kitchen for the only thing that was worth getting out of bed for – breakfast.
And at first it was great. Your porridge was a decently stodgy texture and you didn’t spill any blueberries. Life was awesome. Until you reached for your favourite part, the banana on top. The banana that apparently the Star Spangled Man With a Plan had so righteously snatched from your fruit bowl because of his ‘potassium helps sore muscles’ bullshit. Not that you were pointing fingers and naming names. You were just 99.7% certain that the two of you were the only people in the compound who liked bananas.