Mending Hearts

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Nat and I ended up making breakfast together while dancing around like idiots, exactly how I'd want to. As Zitte E Buoni by Måneskin played we made the bacon and eggs, with me attempting to sing the lyrics into the spatula - and failing miserably thanks to my lack of Italian. She cut fruit and put bread in the toaster, while I made sure the sausages and hash browns weren't burnt.

It was almost a full english breakfast, and one of my favourite things to cook with her. The smell must've brought the others wandering into the kitchen, because pretty soon Clint, Wanda, Steve, Tony and Bucky were all sat in the dining room with coffees waiting for their plates.

"Hey jazz hands, do you want fruit aswell?" I hollered, hoping she heard me over the music.

A voice in my head proved she did, "of course not, who eats grapes with bacon? Just stick the fruit on the table so people can grab it after they're filled with grease"

Naturally, I listened to her and told Nat to put all the fruit on a platter on the table for after the fry up.

Not long after, everyones plates were filled and on the table. Small grunts of appreciation and muffled "thank you"s through food-filled mouths were the only way of knowing we did a good job. "Thanks for the help dorogoy, we did a good job" I smiled, crunching on my bacon happily, the nightmare not even being a memory now.

Nat nodded at me, too focused on her fried eggs to really know what I'm saying, or anyone for that matter. I felt someone looking at me, but when I looked up I wasnt expecting to be captured in the intense stare of none other than Bucky.

We held eye contact for what felt like hours, stop doing that, you're acting like a love sick puppy. I gave him a small head nod, which he returned along with the corner of his mouth rising for a second, almost smiling at me.

I make a mental note of the date, marking it as the day I almost got a smile from Mr. storm eyes. I ignore my conscious scolding me for doing so and continue eating my breakfast.

After breakfast was done and the table cleared by our resident magician I decided to go back to my room and have a movie marathon. I was exhausted but nothing can make me want to sleep right now, so while on my way round the kitchen for snacks I made myself an iced coffee (one large enough it might kill me, but hey what a way to go). I wasnt expecting Wanda to be around the corner and nearly dropped my snacks in the process of my abrupt stop. Instead you nearly snapped your spine catching them, prioritise.

"I'll go make some fresh popcorn for us, I know you dont like butter so how does sweet and salty sound?" She smiled, already putting both packets into the microwave. "What movie are we watching first then my little elf?"

I hummed at the smell of popcorn already floating through the air from the microve, the pops filling the room. "I was thinking of starting with-" a voice in my head cut me off.

"Dont you dare say Pulp Fiction, I've seen that too many times which means you definetly have"

I sigh, knowing that means I cant watch my favourite film until she leaves. "Okay how about The Hunger Games?" I ask, knowing we've only seen the first and I love the books.

"I'm down, I'll tell the others and we'll meet in your room in 10" a certain pea-brain says, disappearing quicker than he appeared.

"Hey flappy bird! Nobody invited you!" I yelled after him, knowing he wont listen and will in fact be in my room in 10 minutes with probably half the compound. The beeping of the microwave alerted me the popcorn was done, drawing my attention back to the girl holding bowls of the delicious snack. "They can all get their own snacks, no way am I sharing any of mine."

She laughs, shaking her head at my stubbornness and love for food. "Everyone knows what you're like dont worry, they'll have their own"

We make it back to my room, both our arms filled with snacks. We dump the contents on the end of my bed, turn the tv and find the first film. Just as we get comfy Sam walks in with his snacks smart lad with some of the team following behind. "Tony, Vison and Nat are getting ready for their mission so you've just got us."

I nodded, with Thor in Asgard that means Sam, Clint and Steve have the large sofa in my room to themselves. They moved it next to my bed and sprawled across it, getting comfy and putting their food in reach. I was so engrossed on trying to open a packet of doritos I didnt even notice Bucky was also here, that was until I heard his small voice from beside my bed.

"You need some help?" He pointed at the bag in my hands. I handed it to him and he instantly opened it like it was nothing. Normally I'd be shocked, but I was too happy to stuff my face with the crisps to do so.

I looked at him with a smile, cheeks filled with my favourite crisps. He looked slightly uncomfortable, and I noticed he hadn't sat down, probably due to the three baboons all laying on it. Without thinking I patted the spot next to me and shuffled closer to Wanda so hed have plenty of room.

He sat down and mumbled a thanks. Wanda pressed play on the film and he leant back against my headboard, getting more comfortable. After about 10 minutes I noticed he didnt have any snacks, and I knew the guys wouldn't be offering him any. I wonder why people are so uncomfortable around him? I pushed my bowl of popcorn towards him and he looked at me confused. I nodded to the bowl, clearly making the message click in his head. The corner of his mouth twitched up and he took a piece, tossing it into his mouth and licking his lips after. His eyes glinted, showing that he enjoyed the taste of the snack. He looked at me again, hope evident in those beautiful orbs and I smiled, nodding for him to carry on eating.

We're letting him eat our food? Are you insane? Woman get yourself some serious help right now because you dont do that. You've gone mad!

I shook my head slightly, throwing the voice out and focusing back on the film.

We watched all four of the films, then before anyone could stop me I snatched the remote and put on Pulp Fiction. Groans of annoyance resonated throughout the room, and protests could be heard but I just laughed like an evil gnome and focused on the tv.

"No way am I watching this again, I'm out!" Sam got up and left, Clint following shortly behind.

"Bye bird brains!" I called after them, still giggling at their annoyance for my film choice. My comment makes Steve and Wanda chuckle, both shaking their heads at my childish behaviour.

"I should probably go and start on some actual food, I'll see you guys later" Wanda gets up and heads out to the kitchen, leaving me with the two super-soldiers.

"What's the movie about?" A voice on my left asks, causing me to snap my head to face him so hard I think I gave myself whiplash.

"YOU'VE NEVER SEEN PULP FICTION!?!" I yell at him, even if hes right next to me the situation allows it.

"Uh... no?" His nervousness makes it sound like a question and a slight blush starts to appear on his cheeks.

"Its one of the best films you'll ever watch, just you wait" and turn the tv, probably deafening his enhanced hearing.

Hello my darlings! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm trying to write as much as I can but updates will be very irregular this week due to being busy.

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