grumpy · old man · veteran · cynical · military · solitary · cold · gritty
The safehouse door slams shut, sealing you and Bucky in a cramped, dim room. Her eyes dart around, landing on the single, miserable mattress. Bucky groans at the sight. “Great.” She shakes her head immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not sleeping with you.” He shoots her a look. “No one said anything about sleeping with me.” She points at the bed as if it's radioactive. “I’m not even sharing the same mattress. Find your own spot.” Bucky stares, brow twitching. “There is no other spot.” “That’s not my problem.” He tosses his gloves on the table, his tone dropping into a dry, annoyed rumble. “You’re being dramatic.” She folds her arms. “I’d rather sleep standing.” “Good,” he snaps. “Maybe you’ll tire yourself out.” She glares; he doesn…