[ if these were under different circumstances or if she were literally in anybody else's bed; they would not been able to greet her a good morning. because she would've been out before the sun had begun to rise, and yet — here she still is, in bucky's bed. still wearing his clothes. she even let him be the big spoon — as if she had any say in it; as if she would've said otherwise — and he had his hand over the bare skin of her midriff and she still has not run out of the door.

she doesn't expect to hear anything out of him when he lets(?) her move his arm, so when he does, she's startled at first. she was pretty sure he was still asleep! ]

Shit. I didn't mean to wake you.

[ the groaning into the pillow makes her snort, though. she knows the feeling. she slept through the night without any issues so she can't say the same right now, but.

even with successfully peeling him off of her, she doesn't move to roll out of bed and rolls onto her back instead. her head lulls to the side to look at him, like them waking up in the same bed isn't the rarest of fucking occurrences; like this isn't the first time this is happening.

she doesn't take into account that he might be freaking out, so she acts perfectly normal or, well, as normal as one can be. it's not everyday she finds herself sleeping next to a person she has feelings for without having had sex with them, or having even kissed them.

holy shit, they have not even held hands. but he did stitch her up so maybe that checks off something on that list. ]

I'm sorry for taking up space in your bed. But it is a good bed. [ a beat: ] You wake up every morning with the sun pissing on your face like that?