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That feeling of wrongness when you write “that ass” instead of “dat ass”.

[tjada-works-the-nightshift]

The same pocedure as every year ( Bucky Barnes/Reader)

Prompted by my dearest bro

You put your forehead on the steering weel and sighed. Today was your long shift at work, normally that meant that you were too exhausted to even think of cooking so you’d get take away from your favourite restaurant instead and call it an early night. But not today. You were usually too paranoid to ever lose or forget your wallet anywhere but when you checked your bag this morning after your coffee break, it was inexplainibly gone.

You thought of all the calls you had to make in case it was really stolen and not lying somewhere in the general chaos called your apartment and felt a headache coming. To make things worse your stomach started to growl insistingly reminding you that you hadn’t eaten anything in the last hours. Finally you left the car and walked up the few stairs to your apartment in a slow trod. You briefly thought of the possibility that your surprise guest might be in, but dismissed same thought when you walked into your dark living room. You turned on the lights and threw your bag into a corner of the room. You raised your eyebrows once you saw your wallet lying next to the remote on the couch table. Guess there is a first time for everything.  Just when you were prepared to fall on the couch and never move again you heard a clattering noise coming from the kitchen.

You tried to calm your racing heart. No need to get scared, you told yourself. The front  door was twice locked just like you prefered and there was no more chaos than usual in your apartment. So no thief probably. Either it was your friend looking for some food or someone not interested in your stuff. You swallowed nervously at the thought. But if it was Bucky…..why were the lights in your living room turned off. After you got used to him frequently appearing in your apartment without ever getting a key he started to announce his presence by turning on all the lights. At least that’s what you hoped his reason was. Either way the person in the kitchen must have heard you by now. You squared your shoulders and crept towards the kitchen.

You slowly opened the door only to recoil from the thick smoke emerging from the room. You coughed and saw through the tears in your eyes the brunet soldier waving the smoke towards the open window with one of your magazines. You looked at the mess on your kitchen bench Why are there so many lemons? You thought and stepped into the room since most of the smoke was gone now and had to laugh. Once Bucky actually turned around and faced you it was apparrent that he wore one of the horrible pink and frilly aprons your aunt gifted to you like a clockwork every single christmas. The effect it had on the scowling muscular man was hilarious. His expression got darker by the second when you didn’t calm down and nearly collapsed from laughter. He ripped the apron off and grabbed the tray from the oven with his left hand.

Your laughter stopped abruptly. The tray was obviously still very hot from the oven and it didn’t matter how often you saw him use his metal arm in such manner, it still made you cringe everytime. He placed the tray on top of your oven and now you saw that it contained an actually not that badly burned roasted chicken.

“Good evening, stranger.” You finally said and stepped closer to gently place your arm around his waist. You learned early on that Bucky needed this kind of friendly affection after the years of physical deprivation. And if you didn’t let your thoughts linger too long on it then you couldn’t read too much into it. The guy needed a friend, not someone to get into the tight cargo pants of his.

“What’s the occasion?” You joked and stepped away to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Not that I’m ungratefull since I left my wallet here I haven’t been able to get anything to-” You stopped. Bucky knew your schedule, so he was very aware that today was take away day.

You narrowed your eyes at him. His face remained suspiciously expressionless.

“If you sit down, I’ll get the plates out,” He said in a gruff voice. You stared at each other for a few minutes.

“Will you just sit down already,” He grumbled and averted his eyes and…was that a blush. You were pretty sure you saw the imfamous Winter Soldier blush just before he could turn away to take out the plates. Speechless for once you sat down. His perfect poker face was already fully activated again when he came and sat down at the other end of the table. “So…” You began, “Any idea on what caused all that smoke?” You started to straighten the table cloth, occupying your nervous hands.

“I think your oven tray has a hole. It leaked and the fluid dropped onto the ground.” He said in a low tone and started to carve the chicken and load your plate with food. You didn’t stop him even though you were sure that no non-enhanced human could ever eat that much.

“This looks good,” You lied and poked the half-burned chicken with your fork. Hopeful eyes looked at you, “It’s called Chicken Savannah.” Temptation had unresistable heart-break blue eyes. You closed your eyes and quickly shoved a piece of food into your mouth. You couldn’t keep the grimace from taking over your face. So…sour. You coughed. “So this is an….interesting flavour,” You started only to be interrupted by your companions cynical laugh.

“It’s no good is it? Typical. You know, I used to cook everyday for me and Steve. Had to really, Steve could barely work with his health let alone help with the house work.” He chuckled in a self-deprecating way. “You would have liked me back then, I mean the man I was before…” He trailed off and glanced downwards.

“Bucky…,” You struggled to find the right words. “I like you now. Even if you fail at cooking, so what, I’ll probably never make a perfect soufflé. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life, even if you absolutely destroy my kitchen.” Your passionate plea was interrupted by the brunets amused laugh. “It really is quite sour, isn’t it? And you should really stop trying to make them. You waste so many eggs.” He said and a grin broke out on your face. How much of that sudden emotional change was fake and how much was real you could never tell. You were just glad he didn’t down talk himself anymore.

“But seriously, you took my wallet didn’t you? I never forget my wallet.” You asked only to notice the smirk appearing and disappearing as quick as lightning on the face of the man in front of you.

“Why would I ever do that?” He asked innocently enough, but his eyes.. his eyes told a different story. He stood up and retrieved a bottle of red wine. He poured two glasses and continued in a casual tone, “My friend is in love with this girl. He wants to ask her out but is very nervous about it since he’s been told that he can be a bit intense with people. So he planned this whole evening and even cooked for her” He winced at this part. You couldn’t believe what you heard. “Does she love him too?” You asked hesitantly.

“He’s got a good feeling about this at least. So while she is distracted by the food and wine he intends to go over to her and lift her up from the chair.” He started to walk towards you. “And then?” You asked in a breathless voice.

Then he’ll kiss her senseless.” You looked from the burnt food to the wine glass and then to the devilishly smirking man in front of you.

“Sounds like a good plan.”