"I wasn't going to say anything." I replied, holding back a snort.

"I mean it, Arianna." He warned as he stood up.

I raised a brow at him, smirking at his unamusement.

"Oh, and do not call her again, not unless you want her to rope you into having a New Years or Christmas wedding." He warned, shaking his head again in exasperation.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the amusement I felt as I felt his unamusement grow into annoyance. I loved when he got agitated, it made him easier to annoy.

No one knew how to get under his skin like I did. It was one of the many reasons why we were so close.

"So, your sister…" I began, hoping to change the subject, lifting myself up on my elbows only for me to drop back the moment my head started to spin.

"Yes?" He asked, tiredly looking towards me

"Woah, hang on." I muttered, dizzily, as I touched my head in poor effort to stop my head from spinning.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, rushing over to my side. "Are you okay, Button?" He asked me.

"Nothing's wrong. Just a head rush. Anyways, just how fond of your sister are you?" I asked.

"Not very, at the moment." He replied, with an eye roll. "But you can't kill her. Amy needs her momma." He added.

"Damn it, you're right." I mumbled.

"I usually am, babe." He replied, smirking at me as he laid down next to me.

I rolled my eyes before closing my eyes again. "You're pushing your luck, Barnes." I grumbled.

He snickered, "Oh, come on, Button. You can't tell me you don't think that this whole thing isn't a little funny.." He said, propping himself up with his elbow.

"Bubs, there's only so much I can handle, and this situation is only making it so much more stressful." I groaned.

He nodded in understanding, before leaning over and kissing my nose. "I'll handle this. It is my crazy ass family who are flapping their big ass lips, after all." He promised, as I rolled my eyes at him.

He smiled looking at me, before sighing again, "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm just feeling tired again… Can we lay here for a while?" I asked.

He nodded, "Sure, let me go get something, then I'll lock the door, you go get more comfortable, and I'll be right back." He promised.

I nodded, slowly crawling off the bed, and slipping out of my clothes and into some leggings and a baggy sweater before I crawled back into bed, and snuggled into my blankets with a sigh as I closed my eyes.

"Are you hungry yet?" I heard Bucky say, after he walked back in with some water, juice and a bowl of fruit.

"No, I'm just tired." I murmured as he got into the bed with me and pulled me towards his body.

"When is Nat picking you up?" He asked, as he placed his chin on my shoulder.

"Clint and Nat, for that matter, are going to be here around seven…" I mumbled, sleepily, as I looked over to the alarm clock.

"So, are you all packed for the week, hon?" He asked me as his hand slowly rubbed small circles on my stomach.

"No," I grumbled, frowning.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "And… Why aren't you packed yet, Bunny? You're usually packed three days before you need to leave." He asked, amused.

"Because I don't want to go… I'm too comfortable here, with you." I grumbled, as I turned to face him, before dropping my head onto his chest as he kissed my hair and put his arms around me.

"So, don't. Go next week. We could always stay here until you have to go… for Thanksgiving..." He suggested.

I allowed the idea to bounce around in my head as he wrapped his arm around me.

Nat would kill me if I bailed on her and the kids.. then again… it gave me another week before I had to face everyone...

"You got yourself a deal, Bubsy." I said as I reached up, placing my hand on his chest.

He chuckled, before sighing again. "Why don't you call them and tell them of your decision then?" He asked.

I groaned, hiding my face into his chest. "I don't want to..."

"Come on, you big baby. While you do that, I can get us some food." He suggested.

"Like what?" I asked, lifting my head.

He smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my forehead, before getting out of bed. "Whatever you want." He said.

I sat up slowly, thinking about it. "I want a burger, fries and an Oreo milkshake." I said, biting my lip.

"I'll get Sam to go. Be right back, Bun." He said as he got up and left.

I smiled before pouting at my phone.

I debated for a second whether to message them or call them.

Realizing that they were going to call me anyway, I sent Nat and Clint a quick text telling them that I couldn't make it over to their house this week until Monday, and I hoped they understood.

News Flash! They didn't.

Nat was the one who decided to call to check on me.

"What's wrong, sis?" She asked, in full alert.

"Oh nothing, I just got a stomach bug or something while I was in Monaco." I explained.

"What? How?" She asked.

"I'm not sure… I ate something that must have gone bad or something…" I said with a shrug.

"Oh no. Is it contagious?" She asked.

I laughed, rolling my eyes at the thought, "No, I don't think it is. Though, Bucky caught something too though. He's been taking care of me, so maybe it is." I replied as I turned the television on.

"That sounds kind of suspicious… I mean you never get sick… unless you've been drinking, which I know you refuse to do since we got back from Vegas after our bachelor/bachelorette parties…" Nat commented, chuckling.

"Shut your damn mouth up! As far as I am concerned, that night never happened…" I said, forcefully.

"That little tat on the side of your left tit says otherwise." She quipped, laughing.

"It's not like anyone knows about it… and they won't if you shut your mouth." I repeated in the same forceful tone.

"Alright, jeez. You don't have to bite my head off…" She grumbled.

"Well, you don't have to keep reminding me of the disastrous drunken weekend I had in Vegas…I still can't remember the dude's face, it's embarrassing. And it's entirely your fault." I grumbled.

"How in the hell is that my fault? And you did say he had tattoos on his arms. What kind of tattoos? And was he muscular?" She asked me as Bucky walked in.

Just as he walked in, something in my mind suddenly clicked. Wait a second...Long hair, tattoos on his arms, big broad shoulders, … Holy—

"Shit…" I whispered, as my eyes practically fell out of my head as I glued my eyes to the spot on my bed next to my feet.

"What? What happened?" She asked, anxiously.

"Nothing… I'll call you back later. Or I'll see you next Wednesday." I whispered, hanging up before she could respond.

I dropped my phone onto the side table before laying back and throwing the blanket over my head.

It can't be him, can it?

Oh my God!!!!!

I got a text from Nat, a few seconds later, saying she and my brother were picking me up next week. No excuses.

Meaning I was screwed.