The day had been positively exhausting. You would think Bucky would be used to a rambunctious kid; she had to take care of Abby all the time and she hadn't met a more hyper kid yet. But Owsla wasn't a human child so apparently all the usual rules had run away terrified. The worst part was, the day was far from being over.
Truth be told, Bucky positively adored children; which had come as a huge surprise to her girlfriend. But it was true, she had three younger siblings who she had practically raised and that was without counting Abby. Yet, not only was Owsla as hyper as all get out, the blonde could not shake the lingering feeling that something was off about the blue being... besides the obvious of course. Now that she had finally caught a break, Bucky finally allowed herself to relax against the back door as she shut it. Outside, her brother was pushing Owsla on the swing while Phishie swung beside her. With no other swing to swing on, the Winter Solider had seen her chance to escape inside for a drink.
Taking a water bottle from the mini fridge, she happily began chugging it down, the cool water refreshing her parched tongue. Her re hydration was suddenly interrupted by a phone ringing. Searching quickly, she found Natasha's phone ringing on the island counter.
Speaking of Natasha, where was she? The semi-red head had come in a while ago but never came back outside. So where had she gotten off to? Grabbing the girl's phone, Bucky set off to find her missing girlfriend.
Finding the bathroom light on, she opened the door. This particular bathroom had two doors that sectioned off the toliet and shower area so there was no way she would walk in on something, right? Wrong. Opening the door, she came in to the sight of her girlfriend bent over, clad in nothing but red and black stripped underwear.
"Hey." Nat greeted her. Although she had recognized Bucky's presence, she made no attempt to do anything... besides continue to dry her short hair with a fluffy blue towel. Which of course was why she was bent over in the first place.
"Um... hi?" Bucky swallowed a bit nervously. Why was she here again? The sight before her was a bit distracting to say the least. To give her credit though, anyone who walked in on their partner topless and bent over would be.
"Was there something you wanted Jack?" Natasha's voice snapped Bucky out of her thoughts that were very quickly slipping into the gutter. "You know, besides gawk at my half naked body like a horny teenager?" Although Bucky couldn't see it, Natasha was undoubtedly smirking.
The poor girl flushed. "You could at least TRY to be modest!"
"Why?" Her girlfriend asked oh-so-innocently as she stood up with purposeful slowness while she held the towel to cover her bare front. "You're my girlfriend and you can't see anything anyways because I'm covered. Are you telling me you can see through my legs to my chest when I bend over?"
"No!"
"Then who cares?" Natasha turned around to face her.
These were the sort of moments Bucky asked herself why she was in love with this girl. Not only did she have no shame with being nude in front of others but she was a tease. A most frustrating combination that drove her insane. Although she had a point, Natasha knew what she was doing, the damn tease!
"Besides," Nat continued. "This is my shower that you're interrupting. No one should have to be modest when they shower."
Before Bucky could chew her out for deliberately egging her on, Natasha's phone began ringing again which had previously stopped.
"Is that mine?"
"Yeah, it's the only reason I'm here in the first place."
Natasha raised an eyebrow as she took the phone from her. "Are you saying you didn't want to see me naked?"
Usually the blonde would have come up with a perverted reply but she was too flustered by being thrust into the sudden situation so she just yelled at her girlfriend instead. "Just answer the phone!"
The semi-red head smirked but took the phone to heed to her girlfriend's request. Leaning against the counter, she answered it. "Hello?"
Now it was time for revenge. Standing behind Natasha, the blonde began to bite at her neck. Just try to not embarress yourself on the phone, I dare you. Two could play at this game. The squirming took place immediately but the blonde held on with a tight grip.
"Dad?"
Bucky stepped back immediately. What was Nat going to say to her parents! Revenge forgotten, she sat on the counter instead, watching the semi-red head in earnest worry.
"I'm at Phishie's, it was an emergency... Her parents weren't home and her dog got really sick so we took him to the emergency room... yeah, they're here now... Well I was gonna ask if I could stay over for a while. Oscar has to be on constant surveillance and I wanted to help... Yeah, I'll come get some stuff later... ok... I'm sorry. I'll make sure to call next time. Ok, love you." with that, Nat hung up.
Natasha's ability to lie on the spot would never cease to amaze her. "They believed you?"
"They'd never think something weird was going on if I was with Phish. I'm clear to stay for the rest of the week. They won't come looking for me for a while."
Now feeling ridiculous for being worried, Bucky regretted not continuing her revenge scheme. Of course she could lie her way out of it, it was Natasha. "Well get dressed..." And with that, Bucky left the bathroom, deciding to wait outside where her mind could stay clean.
When Natasha came out... well her style was unique to say the least. Her closet was a unique blend of steampunk, vintage and fantasy styles with everything from Victorian to renaissance inspired pieces. Today she was wearing a red shirt with leggings. The shirt was off both shoulders with short puffed sleeves and of course long length wise. Over top of that was a black vest with silver double buttons military style. The leggings underneath were black with white rose patterns on them, dissapearing into her black converse boots with red laces. The look was complete with various jewelry pieces including the diamond ring she had gotten from her mother when she was 16 that she never took off. And finally, on her head was a red headband covered in black lace with a ribbon of feathers and small charms, flowing with the curls in her hair perfectly as it dangled down.
"Is everyone still outside?"
Slowly the blonde nodded, too busy admiring the way the blood red highlights in Natasha's hair glistened while still damp. The red color had always contrasted nicely in the bouncy curls of the dark brunette. Bucky wasn't one to dress up or look particularly nice on an everyday basis; in fact her closet was mostly sweatpants and t-shirts with some athletic wear. However, that didn't stop her from appreciating when her girlfriend was looking all awesome on days like this.
Natasha smiled and grabbed Bucky's hand. Personally she had no shame in admitting that she dressed up sometimes to get attention... well for one certain person's attention in particular. To her, dressing up to feel sexy sometimes is just a part of being a girl because it makes you feel good... especially when a special someone can't stop starring. But her girlfriend would have plenty of time to stare later, right now she was dragging the blonde to go see what everyone else was up to.
It seemed everyone was finally all tuckered out, or Owsla rather because the others had been struggling to keep up with her all day. All of them were laying on the trampoline, breathing heavily when the couple arrived.
Smiling with an endearing look in her eyes, Nat approached the entrance of the trampoline net. "Are you tired Owsla?"
"No." The alien lied, eyes dropping as she layed there.
Chuckling slightly, Nat reached out. "Come her sweetie."
Following Nattie's instructions, Owsla crawled over with languish limbs to be picked up in Natasha's arms. "I'm going to put Owsla down for a nap... Sonny come with me."
The goblin groaned. "Why do I have to go?"
"Because she's your daughter! You're responsible for her well being!"
Unable to argue, he followed the semi-red head into the house. Bucky watched them leave before climbing onto the trampoline to bother Phishie.
"Owsla seems to like me well enough." Phish offered in order to start a conversation.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, she's pretty hyper, isn't she?"
"That would be an understatement."
They laughed softly before continuing to catch up. For the past year between touring with her brother and working on her own career, Bucky hadn't had a lot of time to chat. The time she did have was usually devoted to her girlfriend since she was the hardest to be away from but she had missed her friends terribly too. Part of her was afraid she had fallen out of touch with them. Soon however, they were back into their characters as Jack and Aurora, two bickering siblings that refused to admit they really loved each other.
...
It was hours later. Wasting the day away had been easy with Owsla on the rampage, the little one's energy never ran out. But now that the gang was too exhausted to do much else, they were all laying down and looking at the ceiling of the inspiration room, bored. Sonny's stomach growled first.
"I'm starving." Bucky whined.
"Dude, It's my stomach that just growled."
"That doesn't mean anything because you guys are the same person, remember?" Phishie reminded them from the bottom mattress of the day bed where she was sitting.
"Oh yeah, that's a thing..." Bucky mumbled. It had always been a long running joke that Bucky and Sonny were really two halves of the same person considering they were so similar. Currently the two halves were laying on the top mattress of the day bed, sprawled out like they were dead.
Natasha rolled over from her spot on the floor. "My stomach is trying to eat itself."
"I told you we should have gone to McDonalds for coffee and fries!"
"Bucky, we have an alien."
"That's not MY fault."
Nat sighed in exasperation. How was she the only one who understood the predicament they were in? If the general public found out about Owsla things would get bad... very bad. Imagining all the ways this could go horribly wrong made her head hurt. Alien enthusiasts would go nuts. What if someone tried to kidnap the little alien? She could end up with some nut job. Or how about her becoming some lab rat or weapon for the government? How about people being afraid of her? If Owsla was exposed to the public, how many people would try to hurt her? Or even the rest of them for being associated with Owsla. Nat glanced up at her girlfriend. She didn't want anyone to harm her... If Bucky died... Nat shook her head vigorously. She couldn't bear to think about it.
"If we're all hungry, why don't we go to CiCi's?" Phishie broke the uncomfortable silence, focusing the attention back on everyone's growling stomachs.
"Again, you guys are forgetting about a certain alien in our care."
"Well why don't we just disguise her?" Bucky suggested.
"She has four arms."
"If theatre can make humans look like aliens, I'm sure we can make aliens look human." Phishie pointed out.
"Well..." Natasha faltered. That was true but they didn't have master skills. They were still a high schooler and recent graduates from high school. Alfredo pizza from CiCi's sounded really good right now but if they got caught...
"Come on Nat!" Phishie pleaded.
"PLEASE!" A chorus of whines sounded from them all.
"But-"
"CiCi's, CiCi's, CiCi's!" Sonny began to chant and soon Phishie and Bucky had joined in.
"Ok, ok-" Natasha conceded to defeat.
"YAY!"
"If-!" She continued. "You can come up with a viable disguise."
There was a pause of daunting silence.
"We can do that."
"Yeah." Phish nodded in agreement.
"Come on Owsla," scooting off the bed, Bucky scooped Owsla up off where she had fallen asleep on her girlfriend. Then, holding her awkwardly from underneath her arms, waddled into the bathroom. "Let's go Phishie."
"Coming." Grabbing various items from the costume closet, she followed her friend into the bathroom.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Owsla came running back in, crying. "Nattie!" she wailed, flinging herself into the semi-red heads arms.
"Done!" Phishie exclaimed happily from the doorway. Behind her, Bucky was slumped against the wall, looking exhausted.
Sonny glanced up at them concerned for the well being of his daughter. "What did you two DO to her?"
"She's a fighter."
"Well," Phish conceded. "Maybe if you had explained what you were doing first-"
"It's not my fault she's difficult to dress!" the blonde protested.
Natasha's attention was brought to Owsla as the little alien stood up from Nattie's hold and wiped her eyes. Sonny, who had gotten off the day bed, crouched to be eye level with her. "You look adorable!" he commented in awe. Wrapping her in a tight embrace he continued. "Promise Mommy you won't ever grow up and stay little forever!"
Natasha meanwhile began to asses the disguise. First they had bound her extra set of arms to her side. Nat cringed in sympathy. That couldn't be comfortable, no wonder she was crying. With a sigh however, Nat knew it had to be done and was a smart move on their part. Then they had dressed her in the pirate night shirt which made a lovely little dress instead on her. To cover most of her blue skin, she had a coat which became a dress coat on her, knee high socks with marry janes and a little pair of white gloves. The look was completed with a hat on her head to hide her ears.
Sonny was right, she DID look adorable.
"Nice work guys."
"Does that mean we can go to CiCi's now?" Bucky almost pleaded.
Natasha sighed. "Yes it means we can go to CiCi's now."
"YAY!"
