Pairing: Reader with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,618

Summary: You have been friends with Steve since he came out of the ice, and through him you met Bucky Barnes, a man who captured your heart with one smile. One day can change what you believe to be a strong relationship.

You work on separating the clothes for washing, making sure to check all the pockets of every pair of pants. You learned the hard way of always double checking pockets when doing your boyfriend's clothes, he ALWAYS leaves stuff in just about every pocket and if you don't take everything out, it gets washed and all over all the other clothes. It's just a mess. So always double check.

In this process, you end up pulling out multiple pieces of paper from just about every pair of pants Bucky owns. At first, you think nothing of it since he is always writing himselfs little notes for reminders, or shopping lists, or just anything he thinks of. You have told him that using his phone would be easier and save more trees, but he would rather the old fashion method.

"Seriously Bucky, we have got to work on your hoarding problem."

You set the notes to the side for him, and keep going about doing the laundry. But there is something about these letters that seem a little different than his normal notes to self. The writing on some of the notes seem different, not Bucky's normal handwriting. Curiosity gets the better of you and you grab one of the notes to read,

"Had a great time tonight. Call me if you wants a repeat ***-**** - Love Carly."

Dropping that one, you pick up another,

"Bucky, last night was great. Call me if you want another go ***-**** - Ashley."

And another,

"James, fantastic night, can't wait for the next ride ***-**** - Albert."

Another,

"Can't believe you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth of yours. Tell me when you're ready for the next round. ***-**** - Ian."

You end up going through roughly 20 different notes, all insinuating the same thing. Men and Women telling Bucky what a great time they have spent with him and want more. You can feel your heart breaking with every word you read.

Carefully, you set the notes off to the side, staring off into space as you try to process it all. And you wait for the rage, the tears to come but oddly there is nothing. You feel more numb than anything. One thing seems to keep coming to mind thinking over each note,

"I guess this explains why he has lost interest in sex past few weeks. He's been getting it somewhere else.

Mitch the Corgi, senses your sudden shift in emotions and waddles up to you, climbing up into your lap to let out a low whine. You softly scratch behind his ear, getting comfort from the small dog,

"Well Mitch, seems your dad has been cheating on me with a hoard of other people. I should be pissed off, upset, but I just can't bring myself to be. Why should I waist the energy to become emotional over a man who obviously doesn't love me enough to remain faithful? Okay, maybe I'm a smidge ticked off."

Mitch lets out a low whine, burrowing closer to you, not happy that you're not happy. A hint of a smile makes it way onto your face because of the little corgi.

"It'll be okay Mitch. I'll figure something out and everything will be okay." you say in a soft voice, not only trying to convince the dog but yourself as well.

Moving Mitch off of your lap, you stand up and call for Mitch to follow you, "Come on Mitchy, let's go get us something to eat. Food makes things better."

His butt wags at the mention on food and he races off as fast as his little legs will carry him to the kitchen making you laugh.

With one last glance at the notes, you leave the laundry room and move to the kitchen to get started on lunch.

"He cheated on me. I can't believe he actually cheated on me and then was dumb enough to not get rid of the evidence. How did he even collect that many notes for one night stands? How did he have the time to sleep with that many one night stands? Like seriously. Did he sleep with more than one person a night? Honestly I got to admit I'm a little impressed he got so much ass. Still, I can't believe he cheated on me. I thought everything was fine, we were happy. What made him do this?!"

You pull at her hair in frustration, pausing your rant,.

"I can't do this. I need something to distract me or I'm going to drive myself insane."

You pick up the phone and call the only person you can think of one person right now who could possibly make you feel a little better.

"Hello?" come the deep, male voice from the other in of the phone.

"Hey Steve, it's me."

"Oh, hey. What up? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah sorry 'bout that. Been busy with work, finally got some time off. You busy right now?"

"Umm…" you hear Steve messing with something, "Nope. I'm good."

You roll your eyes at him and his lame attempt at lying but not going to call him on it cause you really need your friend right now, "Great. How about coming over for some lunch. I've got into a mood and I've started making more food than I can eat."

"Doll, what's wrong?" you can hear the worry in his voice and know he is a step from going into Cap mode.

"It's nothing, just got in my head and I could use some distracting. Can you come over?"

"Give me 10 minutes."

"Thanks Steve." a sudden sense of relief washing over you.

"Anything for you Doll." he says with complete sincerity and you know he means it more than some others might.

A sigh leaves your lips once you hang up the phone. Looking down, you see Mitch staring up at you, wiggling with expectation like he just knew who you were talking too.

"Yes, Steve is coming over."

He yips happily in response, running over to the door to wait for Steve to arrive. You laugh at the silly dog and get back to fixing lunch.

You force yourself to not think about Bucky or the notes tempting you from the laundry room to go back and read again. Maybe even call up some of these people who have been getting your boyfriends dick more than you.

Exactly 10 minutes later, Steve comes through the front door announcing himself,

"HONEY! I'm HOME!"

You can hear Mitch going crazy, happy to see Steve, who is basically a dog in human form.

"Oh, something smells good." Steve says, coming into the kitchen and going right over to the stove to try and see what you are fixing.

"Thanks, I just starting putting things together. Not really sure what it is."

You hear Steve let out a sigh as he sits at the island, "Alright, what's wrong? What put you in a mood."

"Nothing, it's just an off day." you try and say in the most convincing voice possible, but you can't even seem to convince yourself.

Steve cocks a brow at you, "Seriously? I've been told I'm a terrible liar, and Doll, so are you. Now, really, what's wrong?"

You huff, turning away from the stove and plopping onto the stool next to Steve.

"Bucky's cheating on me."

Steve stares at you, rapidly blinking. "I'm sorry, what?"

Running a hand through your hair, you sigh, "Bucky is cheating on me."

Steve jumps up so fast, the stool goes flying back behind him, "That son of a Bitch! Fucking bastard! I knew he was fucking up to something. The lying, cheating bastard! I'm going to kill him!"

"Steve, calm down." you speak in a cal tone, taking Steve's hand in your own.

"Calm down! How can you tell me to calm down?! You should be more worked up than I am! Why haven't you started burning him shit! Hunt down the bitch he is cheating on you with!"

You give a shrug, "That is too many to hunt down. If it was just one, I might have been more upset but a certain number makes it almost laughable than upsetting."

He collapses back done after picking up the stool, "How many are we talking here? Two? Three?"

You pull a face at him, "Eh, double digits."

His eyes go wide, "How? How do you know?"

"There were signs. Coming home late, smelling like cheap perfume, lack of intimacy. But I just kind of played them off, not wanting to believe that he was cheating. But now, I have my proof."

"Proof? What proof? Did he tell you right out?"

Instead of answering, you stand and go grab all the notes you found and hand them to Steve to read for himself. You watch with your chin resting in your palm, as his becomes angrier and angrier with each note he reads. He doesn't even make it through the stack before he tosses them away from him, to pissed off to keep reading.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed with how fast he can get around. He has made sleeping around an Olympic sport."

Steve sighs, rubbing his temples, "How, how are you not flying into a rage right now?"

You give him a shrug, "Why should I? One or two, yeah I'd be pissed and upset. But this, this is pathological and why should I waste emotions on him when he can't take 2 seconds to think of me and not cheat. It's not worth the effort of energy or tears on a man who obviously doesn't want to be in a monogamous relationship."

He just pulls you in to a tight hug, locking you against his chest, "I'm so sorry Doll. I 'm the one who introduced you and I really thought Bucky would be good for you, that you would be good for him. I'm so, so sorry."

You wrap your arms around his waist resting your head over his heart, hearing it pound in his chest, "It's okay Steve. It's not your fault. You are not the one that made Bucky cheat on me. You didn't force his dick into those other people."

"Ugh! Doll, really? Must you word it like that?!" Steve jerks away from you, face scrunched up from your choice wording.

You laugh at him, standing up to go back to working on lunch. The kitchen goes quiet except for the sounds of you cooking. You can practically hear Steve brooding behind you, ruffling the paper of each note as if forcing himself to read each and every one.

"Steve, stop. Reading those things are only going to upset you more." you tell him, placing the food down in front of him.

"I can't help it. I just can't understand how he could do this. He is my best friend, I thought I knew him. You're a great gal and goes and throws it all away for a bunch of one night stands.

Reaching over, you take Steve's hand, "Steve, for the last time, you are not to fault for this. Bucky is his own man and can make his own choices. Bucky just doesn't know what he has lost, and what is up for someone else to gain! Now, eat before it gets cold. After we can go catch a movie? Sound good?"

Steve agrees, digging into the plate of food in front of him. You chat about other things while eating, catching up about what's been going on since you last hang out. Forgetting about Bucky and the notes, you both just have a fun and relaxing day with a good friend.

In a different part of the city, Bucky is doing his own thing and enjoying living the "single life." Even though he's not single, he likes to live it up like he is, especially when he has a reason. And the sexy lady currently on his arm is definitely a reason to be living like a single man at the moment.

"Well, Doll, how about we take this back to your place?" he whispers in the woman's ear, nipping at her lobe.

The woman lets out a shrill giggle, leaning into him. "Yes, please. I need you Bucky."

He grins down at her, grabbing her hand, he pulls her up from the table, tossing some money onto the table and hurries out the door. They barely make it out before Bucky is pressing the woman against the wall, and he instantly seeks out her lips. Bucky grips her hips, grounding his cock into her.

Bucky feels her dig her nails into his back causing him to let out a groan. Damn does he love this feeling, knowing he can reduce any woman or man to a moaning mess. Makes up for the lack of response he gets from his girlfriend back home. She just makes a really good bed warmer…

A bed warmer Bucky doesn't realize is about to leave his bed ice cold.

After you finish eating, you both decide to go see the new Halloween movie, even though you aren't big on horror movies, Steve convinces you to see it.

"I'm going to have nightmares now because of that movie! I can't believe I let you talk me into actually seeing it! Forget the nightmares, I'm never going to sleep after that."

Steve tosses his head back laughing at you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, "Don't worry Doll, I'll fight away all the monsters."

You lean into him, "I know you will, my big strong protector."

"Should I get the suit? Maybe the shield then?" he jokes.

"Oh, that would be nice. But make sure it's the all navy suit you got before SHIELD fell. The read and white stripes just do nothing for me."

Steve lets out a boisterous laugh, "I'll keep that in mind."

You continue to laugh and joke with Steve when suddenly, all laughter comes to a stop.

"What? What is it?" Steve asks, concerned for your sudden change in behavior.

"Steve, at my eyes playing tricks on me, or is that Bucky fucking a woman against a wall?"

"What?!"

You point in the direction you are looking, allowing Steve to follow your line of sight.

"Mother fucker." he growls, fists clenched.

"You know, I think today is the most I have heard you cuss since I met you."

"I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

You put yourself in front of Steve, stopping him from making a scene and confronting Bucky.

"No, you are not going to kill him. You are not going to say anything to him Steve. You will not go over there. Do you understand?"

Steve glares at you, "Stop being so calm about this!"

"Trust me, seeing it in person rather than just reading perverted notes has me fuming inside. But I'd rather not have the media spreading a story about Captain America and his best friend getting into a fight in the middle of public. So, take a deep breath and let's move on. I have a better idea."

Steve takes a deep breath, holding for a moment and slowly releasing the breath and having his shoulders fall. The tension falling from his body.

"Fine, I won't kill him in public."

You give him a smile, patting his cheek, "Good. Now can you take a picture for me? Better to have visual proof."

He says nothing, just nods his head and takes out his phone to snap a quick picture before taking your hand and dragging you the rest of the way to your place. The quicker he and you get away from that scene of Bucky with the other women, the less chance of Steve going full Captain mode and killing his best friend.

Once back at your place, you go to the kitchen and grab you and Steve and drink, "I know alcohol doesn't have an effect on you, but I think you need this."

Steve takes the glass from you, downing the drink in one gulp,

"Okay, so what is this idea of yours keeping me from killing that bastard?"

Your smile grows, twists to something dark, "We need boxes. Lots of boxes."

Later that night, Bucky finally arrives back home to find you and Steve cuddled up on the sofa, Mitch the Corgi curled up in your lap asleep.

"Hey Babe… Steve, what are you doing here?"

Steve plasters the fakest smile you have ever seen, "Nothing, I just came over to help out with some stuff around the house since your were out. Also, wanted to catch up with my favorite gal."

Bucky blinks, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, "Oh-kay… Babe, if you needed anything I would have helped ya."

You shake your head, "Nah, you were busy with other things. Besides, Steve was just helping me clean up some trash."

Bucky nods, sitting across from you both, still very confused and a little uneasy with the way you two are staring at him.

"Oh Bucky, I was doing the laundry earlier, before Steve came over. And I found some of those little notes you are always writing yourself. I read some of them to see if they were important or not. Here are the ones I kept."

You reach out to slide the stack of notes over to Bucky, still smiling to not give anything away. Leaning back, you and Steve watch Bucky closely, watching as the recognition comes over his face, his eyes widening reading the notes.

"Imagine my surprise when I read about 20 different notes, from 20 different people all saying what a great time they had getting my boyfriends dick."

"Wait, Babe, this isn't…" he starts, stuttering as he tries to think up a solid lie.

"Oh please. Don't even try that bull shit of "it's not what it looks like." I'm not stupid Bucky, so don't try and act like I am. The proof is right there. And if that isn't enough proof for you that I know what you have been up too, we now have visual proof."

His head jerks up, "What?!"

Steve finally speaks, "Yeah. We went out to see a movie and on our way back, we found you basically fucking some skank in public."

Bucky huffs, rubbing his hand over his face with a groan, "Fuck… Fine! Yes okay I cheated. I like sex and you just weren't giving me what I needed okay?!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Steve rushes Bucky, throwing him to the floor and letting out all of his aggression and pent up anger.

"You son of a bitch! I fucking trusted you with her! I told you to not fucking hurt her!"

"STEVE! Stop it!"

Mitch keeps barking at the two men fighting, but staying far enough away to not get caught up in the fight. You want to try and break them up but you know better than to try and get in the way of two fighting super soldier.

"STEVEN GRANT ROGERS YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! HE IS NOT WORTH IT!"

Steve gets in one more good punch, breaking Bucky's nose. He moves back over to you, arms crossed and making himself look bigger and intimidating.

You let out a sigh and run a hand through your hair, "Get out Bucky. Go sleep with as many men and women as you want. Do whoever and whatever you want because I just don't care. Don't call me, don't talk to me, no contact at all alright."

"I'll make sure he isn't within 100 feet of you." the brooding blond says making roll your eyes.

Bucky slowly gets up, holding his nose, "What the hell Steve! You're supposed to be my best friend! You'd really turn your back on my for some bitch?! I bet you've been fucking each other behind my back the whole time haven't you!"

You hold your hand out to keep Steve from attacking Bucky again, "Bucky, just leave. Save yourself some dignity and just leave before you have to be wheeled out on a gurney. Even if there was something going on between Steve and I it is none of your business. So just go."

"I need my clothes." he grumbles from behind his hand.

"Don't worry, everything is packed and has been donated to the Goodwill. I was going to pull a Angela Bassett like in Waiting to Exhale and burn it, but I figured that it would be better to donate and help out others. But don't worry I did save you some stuff. Right there in the duffle bag by the door. Bye-bye now."

Bucky growls, narrowing his eyes at you, "You bitch. Your going to regret this."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever, at least I don't have to worry about catching something from you. You on the other hand, might want to get tested before your dick falls off."

You smile in triumph watching Bucky limp out the door, "Well, that's over with. Wanna get back to the movie?"

Steve smiles down at you, "Yeah, but we need more popcorn. Oh how about we order take out. I could go for some Pizza right now, maybe some Chinese food."

"Oh Chinese would be good, maybe run out and get something for dessert too? I could go for some cheesecake."

And just like that, everything is back to normal like nothing had happened and you are able to enjoy spending the night with your best friend. Tomorrow you will deal with the fallout of the break out. But that's tomorrow and tomorrow can wait.