Bucky

To say I was annoyed for the past few days would be right on point. No matter what I did, or where I took Arabella, we couldn't seem to get any privacy. Someone was always coming in, and not when we are just relaxing and watching T.V. It wasn't just about being cock blocked 24/7, the privacy you would expect to get with having a whole floor to yourself does not come with it apparently.

At first I blamed in on mere coincidence, then it just came to a point where it had to be deliberate. As soon as I hear Tony's talking computer speak, JARVIS, I knew someone was about to interrupt us once again. I've been very sexually frustrated for days now. I could tell it was getting to Arabella too; she had become snappier when answering to the interrupting person.

Once again being stopped in the middle of a steamy session, Arabella and I were requested by Pepper, who instead of just asking JARVIS to tell us decided to come up herself, to go on a night out with everyone.

"Yeah definitely, we wouldn't want to miss team bonding." Arabella answered, I could hear a subtle tone of sarcasm.

"Great, just be ready in an hour." Pepper told us totally oblivious to her tone, before leaving shortly after.

"Do you even want to go?" I question, wanting to just stay home and finish what we started a days before. I watched her face from my side of the couch, she jumped away from me when Pepper came in.

She scratched her head. "Yes and no. Let's just go for a little and come back early." Arabella offers. Well might as well, she already said yes.

"Fine." I said a little reluctant. She slides closer to me and kisses me on the cheek, I don't move to kiss her back in fear that if I do we won't be going anywhere tonight. She gets up from the couch and walks to the hall way. I don't get up to follow her, deciding to stay how I was dressed. It would be nice to have some privacy, not being bothered by anyone or called by JARVIS.

Arabella walks back out of the hall, dressed in skin tight jeans and a tucked in black tank top. She passes me and keeps walking.

'This is going to be a long night.'

Suddenly an idea pops into my head, I blurt it out.

"We should get our own place." Arabella stops walking to the kitchen, turning to me and giving me a sideways look.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"You were?"

"Yeah, I mean S.H.I.E.L.D. has given us both money for things like that, and I think it would be nice for it to be just me and you." I get up from my spot on the couch and make my way to stand I front of her.

"Let's do it then."

"I've been looking at this apartment that's thirty minutes from here, it would be perfect." She says, picking up her phone and showing me pictures of it. "We can go tomorrow and see it if you want."

"Fine with me, we should probably get down there if we don't want someone else coming to get us."

She nods at my statement, gathering my wallet and handing it to me, she places her phone in her back pocket. I tuck her into my side, arm around her shoulders.

We all sat at a huge table in a well lite restaurant. Arabella was sitting next to me, talking with Pepper and Natasha. I was listening to Steve, Tony, and Bruce talking about Bruce's last visit to India.

"It wasn't bad Tony, I was in a secluded area helping people with medical." Bruce explains.

"Well it's good you weren't in the city, with the big guy having a short temper it wouldn't have turned out good."

"Oh come on, will you just leave him alone. You always have to find a reason to try and aggravate him, don't you?" Steve interjects.

"I just want to see him tick is all."

"Its fine Steve, I'm used to him by now."

Arabella tugs at my jacket, pulling me away from the conversation. I turn to look at her.

"You ready to go?" she questions me.

"Do you want to go?" I shoot back, actually not bothered by being here. She nods a couple of times.

"Yeah I'm actually pretty tired." I stand up from my seat, taking Arabella by the hand and leading her out from the table.

"You both leaving so soon?" Steve asked, a small frown on his face.

"Arabella's ready to head home and go to bed, I'll catch you later Steve."

"Sure thing Buck."

We exit the restaurant, and I hail a taxi. I didn't want to make Arabella walk back if she was tired, and by the way she was leaning into me I could tell she really was. I open the taxi door, and have her slid in first, before getting in behind her and shutting the door. Telling the driver the address, Arabella leans back on me closing her eyes.

The drive back was less than five minutes, and before I knew it I was walking Arabella into our room. She entered the closet, and came back out with sleep ware on. I think she didn't check what she grabbed because she was wearing one of my black t-shirts. I couldn't make my eyes leave her form.

'She's so sexy in my shirts.'

"Mmmm maybe you should wear my t-shirts more often, I like it." Her face morphs into confusion, she looks down and realization comes across her face.

"Oh! I didn't mean to grab this one."

"Don't worry about it, it looks better on you." I insist, not wanting her to change into her own shirt. She smirks a little.

"I don't know about that, you look pretty damn good in them too." I shake my head playfully, and take off my shirt and jeans.

"Well never mind, you might look better without them." She giggles.

"Just come lay with me." I demand as I get under the covers on my side of the bed. She giggles again, and drags herself to the bed. Quickly she gets under the blanket too and she lays right on my chest; snuggling as close as she can to me.

"You still want to move out?" She asks into my side.

'Did she not want to anymore?'

"Yes, why?"

"Just checking, because I told pepper to get the apartment for me and she says we'll have it by tomorrow." My eyebrows raise up, and I look down at her despite the fact that she wasn't looking back.

"Really? Is that even her job?"

"No, but we got into the conversation and I told her about where we wanted to move and she said she knew some people." She explains sleepily; she was close to being under soon.

"That's great, we'll talk more in the morning love." I tell her, smoothing her hair.

She giggles a little. "You called me 'love', that's a first." She pauses. "I like it." I chuckle under my breath. I hear as Arabella's breathing evens out.

'She finally fell asleep.'

It doesn't take long for me to follow her with listening to her soothing breaths.