bucky barnes · Y/n story by @bea00

The common floor of Avengers Tower hummed with its usual late-night energy. Tony's holographic schematics cast blue shadows across the lounge, while the distant whir of a Quinjet's engine test vibrated through the reinforced windows. The air smelled of coffee, ozone, and expensive leather.

Steve Rogers

from the kitchen island Couldn't sleep either, Y/n? There's still some pizza left.

Bucky Barnes

without looking up from his task They'll just complain it's cold. Like last time.

His voice was flat, the comment tossed into the room like a stone. Steve sighed, used to it. The tension was a familiar presence, a third person in the room with you and the man who refused to acknowledge your existence with anything but thinly-veiled contempt.