Chapter 44-A New Day

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Beni blinked her eyes open and yawned. She was sprawled out and on her side, which meant she wasn't on the cramped plane. And there was an arm around her stomach. She glanced down and saw Bucky's metal arm limply holding her, and she couldn't help but smile. He had brought her in instead of waking her up. God, he was sweet.

Stealthily, as to not wake him up, she took his arm off of her and rolled away before gently putting his arm back. Then she stood up, fed Thorin, and went to the kitchen. After she washed her hands (she didn't really want to get gun powder and dead mouse germs on the food), she started to cook, and decided that it was safe enough to let her mind wander a bit.

Sam and Steve were here, but Natasha was missing which meant she only needed to cook for five, maybe six depending on how much they all liked her food. She had seen Sam passed out on the chair and Steve on the couch. She and Bucky had been on the floor.

Without really thinking that much about it she threw some bacon and eggs on a pan and started cooking hem, enjoying the sound of the sizzle and the smell of burning bacon. She chuckled to herself because that reminded her of an anime reference that she had said to Bucky plenty of times. She even made him watch Howl's Moving Castle with her, and he had snorted in amusement when Calcifer, the little fire demon, had said, 'May all your bacon burn.'

She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard Bucky come in. Then again she never really heard him unless he wanted to be heard. He managed to sneak up behind her and rest his chin on the top of her head and hug her to him slightly. He started rocking them back in forth, and Beni did her best not to elbow him whenever she moved the pan around.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," she teased. "Sleep well?"

"I think the only thing that was better than that sleep was when we stayed at that motel and I climbed in bed with you 'cause you were having that nightmare," he answered a bit tiredly. "I kinda want to do it again."

Beni raised an eyebrow, but she didn't stop her cooking.

"Oh? Well, I'm glad."

"Why?"

"Because that means it's safe enough to do this."

Before Bucky could react to what she said, she had dropped her fork and turned around. She had to stand on her toes do kiss him, but it worked fairly well. Bucky was really surprised at first, but he quickly shook it off and leaned into the kiss, gripping her waist a little tighter and wrapping his arms around her. Her hands tightened around his neck, and she opened her lips ever so slightly.

They both heard a groan from tiredness behind them, but neither one of them bothered to open heir eyes to see which Boy Toy it was or what he wanted or possibly needed.

"I can see you two are having a moment," it was Sam, "But if you're not gonna cook the food than move out of the way."

Without stopping, Bucky picked Beni up and walked a few feet and out of the way while Sam picked up Beni's forgotten fork and started cooking the bacon again.

"May all your bacon burn," Beni managed to say.

"Yeah, whatever. Why don't you two just go get a room?"

"We'll do that tonight," Bucky said. Beni laughed.

"Of course," she said. "There is no way in hell you're sleeping upstairs anymore."

"That's a lot more information than I really needed to know," Sam said, throwing a dish rag at them. "You all need to go get clean at least. You still have blood on your face."

Beni frowned and threw the dish rag back at him.

"Christ, you're such a buzzkill," Beni teased. She stole a piece of bacon and headed to the living room, where Steve was just waking up. He blinked at them groggily and held his head slightly.

"What did I miss?" he asked, trying not to yawn.

"Sam is cooking, we made out, and now we're going to go shower," Beni explained bluntly as she walked into her room. Steve a Bucky a shocked look, and then a smug smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes and followed Beni inside. Steve went to the kitchen where he found Sam putting bacon and eggs on a plate. He handed it to Steve with a smirk.

"How long do you think those two will last?" Sam asked with a hint of a chuckle. Steve sighed and grabbed a fork from the silverware drawer.

"A while. Bucky's had eyes for her for a while now," Steve replied. "And it's obvious Beni has had eyes for him for just as long, if not longer. But I think they're good together."

"Yeah," Sam smiled, piling his own plate. "Two vets, one being an ex-assassin from the forties and the there is a pyro that likes pranks. Both have PTSD, both have at least one metal limb. They like doing each others hair, and riding their motorcycles, and apparently cooking."

"Bucky makes a good apple mush. It's not as good as Ma used to make but it's pretty close."

"What the hell is apple mush?"

"It's basically mashed potatoes with brown sugar and mashed apple on top."

"That sounds disgusting."

Steve gave Sam a small glare as he bit into his eggs.

"If I wasn't eating food made by you I would punch you," he said.

"Why? For having an opinion?"

"And a really shitty opinion at that. Apple mush is the best!"

"It depends on who makes it."

Both Sam and Steve turned to see Bucky, dressed in fresh clothes and a towel in his hand, still attempting to dry his hair.

"See, I made it a lot after Steve's ma died to try and make him feel better," Bucky said, moving to the side so Beni could get through. She to had a towel in hand. "But it was never as good as Sarah's. She always did something... Special to make it just perfect. Never could figure out what it was, though."

"Maybe you should make it. It might be muscle memory like the soup or mac and cheese," Beni said with a smirk. "Now come on. It's a new day, and there's a lot of fun to be had."

"We have already established that your definition of fun is not safe enough for a group like us, and that's really saying something."

Beni sighed and playfully shoved Bucky.

"Buzzkill."