Arie's POV:

After leaving the kitchen, I made my way slowly up the stairs, making my way into my room, climbing into the bed, before cuddling into my fluffy blankets.

It took everything in me not to slap Sam and Steve for being complete and utter morons.

Yes, it's a redundant term but in this case it is needed.

Seriously, how long were they expecting to hide that situation from Bucky before he realized what was happening?

Had they always been that dense? Or do they really think Bucky is stupid.

The man fucking owns his own personal security, and networking security company for Pete's sake! He is a fucking genius!

A sharp knock brought me out of my internal monologue.

I ignored the insistant knocking, and turned my back on whoever was at the door.

"Knock, knock. Can I come in?"

I scoffed. "No, go away. I want to go to sleep." I grumbled.

"Aw, Button, don't be like that." He said, coming in anyway.

I sighed as he sat down next to me on the bed, above the blankets.

"Bucky, I have been up since four in the morning Central European Time, I have been traveling, throwing up, and feeling dizzy all day. I want to sleep." I complained.

"I'm not here to bother you…" He whispered, getting off the bed.

"Then what are you doing here, Bucky?" I asked exasperated, as I turned to look at him, frowning.

He sighed, as he slipped off his shoes and climbed into the bed, lifting the covers and slipping in.

I scoffed as I felt him wiggle his way into the bed, before he pulled me into him. "I want to see how my beautiful girlfriend is feeling." He whispered into my ear.

"Girlfriend? Since when?" I asked, scoffing, as I relaxed into his hold, before turning to lay my head on his chest.

"Mhm. Aren't you?" He asked, groaning and pulling me closer.

"Well, you haven't asked me officially to be your girlfriend. So, as of right now, I am single and ready to mingle." I teased.

"The fuck you are! Arianna Nicole Barton, you're mine… you have been for two months now." He growled softly into my ear, as he tightened his hold on me.

I snickered, "Then make it official, you brute." I snipped, knowing he was starting to get annoyed.

"God, I hate you…" he groaned, keeping his hold on me.

"Oh baby, say it again…" I teased, laughing when he bit back a smile.

"God, you're such a pain in the ass sometimes, Bunny.…" he mumbled with a smile, before looking at me.

"Shoulda said something sooner, love, now you're stuck with me now." I replied, smiling back.

"I don't mind being stuck with you. You make me smile even when I don't want to…" He whispered.

I looked up at him, sighing. "So, boyfriend, huh? Funny how I wouldn't peg you as a boyfriend type after the whole Leah debacle seven years ago." I replied.

"I wasn't… At least not, until I met you...You just happened to be the only person to change my mind, and catch my attention." He finally says.

I giggled, "We met like six years ago, James." I said, giving him a disbelieving look.

"Well, let's just say, we met at the right time in life." He said, as he began to rub my scalp.

I sighed, groaning as his fingers expertly ran his fingers through my hair, and along my scalp.

"If you say so…" I whispered, as I began to feel drowsy.

"Go to sleep, baby." He whispered.

"M'kay...Bubsy?" I mumbled half asleep, pulling up the blanket and snuggling more into his side.

"Yes, Button?" He asked me.

"Stay with me?" I whispered.

"Of course, doll..." He muttered back.

I am pretty sure he said something else but I had already fallen asleep.

"How long have they been asleep like this?" I heard a familiar voice ask as I snuggled deeper into the blanket.

"For like three hours, maybe four." Sam replied amused

"Let's let them sleep. They're both tired." Steve said.

I groaned, as I felt Bucky shift under me, as I peeked through my lashes. Sighing in content.

Of course they were all here, staring at us like weirdos.

"Can you guys shut the fuck up, and get out? Thank you." He mumbled with his eyes still closed.

"Don't be mean, Bubs. I'm sure there is a perfectly good reason as to why they're waking us up." I replied.

"Well, yeah, Becky is here. She brought you some of her mom's casserole for you." Steve said.

My stomach suddenly churned, causing me to stiffen as I sat up.

Bucky sat up with me, turning to look at me concerned. "Are you ok?" He asked, eyeing me.

I shook my head, swallowing hard, as I tried not to gag.

"Is it the macaroni and beef one or the chicken and broccoli one?" Bucky asked, turning to look at them.

"The beef and macaroni with cheese she added something else to it this time though…" Rebecca said, wincing as I shot off the bed and pushed past them to go into the bathroom.

"You three better go get rid of it or eat it. I don't care. Get it the fuck out of here." Bucky commanded as he followed me into the bathroom.

I quickly dropped to my knees, in front of the white porcelain bowl, as bile rose up my esophagus.

I gagged at the taste before leaning over and throwing up everything I had eaten earlier.

I could feel Bucky rubbing my back as I continued to throw up, pulling my hair out of my face, until my stomach was empty and all I was throwing up was bile.

"You feel better, Bunny?" He asked as he lifted me off the ground and sat me on the bathroom counter.

I groaned, nodding once in response before I turned to wash my mouth.

"Do you want to go back and lay in bed?" He asked.

I groaned. "Yes please…" I quietly replied, looking at my lap.

He nodded, before lifting my chin up with his finger tips. "What's wrong, doll?" He asked me.

"I just… I don't feel like depending on anyone… It—it makes me feel weak." I muttered, frowning down at my hands.

"Hey, Button, baby? You are the farthest thing from being weak. Don't feel bad about needing help every once in a while. Especially now." He whispered after he placed his hands on either side of my face to force me to look at him.

"Don't lie to make me feel better." I murmured, shaking my head and pouting.

"I'm not. I swear. I had to practically drag you here so you wouldn't sleep in your car after breaking up with pencildick. You don't ask for help even when you know you need it." He told me with a laugh.

"I don't like feeling like a burden." I whispered back.

"What's it going to fucking take for you to believe me?" He asked exasperated.

I looked at him, giving him a small smile, before shrugging.

"You're unbelievable…" He groaned as he pulled me off the counter and carried me back to the bed.