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Fuck.
That was the only thing your brain could think of as you opened your eyes and realized that the bed you were in was definitely not yours. The clock on the bedside table read 4:00 am, and it was after you had moved a bit that you realized that you had two very strong arms around you.
And god dammit.
One of the arms was metal.
You were currently in the arms of your brother’s best friend, and you had no idea how to get out. As you began to wake up more, you felt the sting of Bucky’s stubble against your back, and you tried not to move too much so you didn’t wake him.
Steve was going to kill you if he found out.
“Well, even more of a reason to get out of here,” you thought as you began trying to think of an escape plan. There were a few problems that you had to solve as silently as possible.
1. You were trapped
2. You were naked
3. You were the clumsiest Avenger to ever live in the Tower.
The biggest problem was the one you could hardly bear to think about. It was the fact that the man sleeping softly behind you was not only your brother's best friend, but also the guy you had a crush on since you were a kid. His beautiful eyes, the way he took care of you and Steve, and his amazing personality had been making you swoon for years.
Which was why this night of heaven (god, you had it bad) had to end ASAP.
Slowly, you began to slide out from Bucky’s warm embrace. You were attempting to loosen his grip as you moved away from the mattress as silently as you could.
You wouldn’t let yourself admit how nice it had felt to be in his arms, where you could forget about who you were related to and how much your job sucked sometimes, and instead feel warm and safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a while.
You were half way out of the bed when Bucky’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you back into him.
You had managed to be quiet before, but it took everything you had not to let your strangled gasp pass your lips.
You’re breaking my heart, Barnes
The way he nuzzled into you made your heart melt, and you had to remind yourself that he was sleeping, and was so far out of it that there was no feasible way that he knew it was you he was holding like you were something precious. Something worth protecting.
After a deep breath, you tried again.
On your second attempt you had switched your now vacant spot on the bed for your pillow, hoping it was warm enough to be convincing for a little while. You found a shirt on the ground and pulled it over your head, before grabbing your bra and the rest of your outfit from the night before and stuffing them in your purse. You had dropped it right by the door when Bucky started doing that thing with his tongue that made you too dizzy to think and…
You needed to pull it together.
You knew that in the morning he would probably forget that anything had even happened, and you two would go back to the bantering and eye rolls that you had found comfort in for years.
You hadn’t had any idea what you were missing until tonight.
Holding in a sigh, you picked up your shoes and as quietly as you could,and pulled the door open. And you didn’t let yourself look back as you shut it behind you.
You didn't let yourself acknowledge how wrecked you felt as you fell on to your own bed minutes later.
And you didn’t realize the shirt you were wearing was Bucky’s until the next morning.