Wrong Number

"I'm back!" I yell as I enter the room.

"Nobody asked!" Bucky yells back, sitting on the couch.

"Shut up, Bucky, or I'll call your boyfriend." I threaten.

"He's not my boyfriend!" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What's going on?" Steve walks in.

"Oh, we were just talking about you!" I smile innocently as Wanda and Nat go to the counter to chat with Vision and Banner. "But, hey, wanna see what I got?" I grin, walking over to Bucky.

Steve nods, "Sure," he sits down next to Bucky.

I smirk, grabbing the sweater from one of the shopping bags. I hold it up to them proudly. "Ta da!"

Steve laughs softly, while Bucky facepalms and shakes his head. "Come on, it's cute!" I laugh.

Narrator POV

Loki sits in a arm chair, reading a book. He watched as Harper interacted with the Super Soliders, a small smrk appearing on his lips as the girl teased the duo.

"Steve, you got a match?" Asks Bucky. "Cause I'm itching to burn that thing to ash."

"Noooo!" Harper clutched the fabric to her chest, "It's so precious, I'm going to keep it forever." Harper's expression then lit up, "I'll be back!" She headed to the elevator.

"What is she doing?" Asked Natasha

Curious, Loki looks into Harper's thoughts, "She's going to show Stark her new sweater."

"Oh, hell, no-" Bucky gets up and jogs after Harper.

Harper presses the elevator button frantically, laughing. When Bucky nears, she gives up on waiting for the elevator, wrenching open the door to the stairs and slipping through. Bucky follows, "Come back here, you little-" the door shuts behind him

Harper POV:

I laugh, rushing down the stairs, carful not to slip. I hear Bucky following me, and my heart races as I hurry.

Bucky jumps over a railing, dropping down  and in front on me, "Hey, that's not fair!" I protest.

Bucky then moves forward, picking me up and holding me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Bucky, no~" I complain through my hysteric giggles.

"You're such a pain," he mutter, walking up the stairs

I move my hair out of my face, "You're so mean~"

"Who gave you sugar?" He questions

"The lady who made my milkshake. It was delicious." I say.

We enter the living room again, and the attention goes to us, "Why-"

"Bucky kidnapped me," I huff.

Bucky tosses me on the couch next to Steve, "Stay," Bucky says firmly, before turning to Nat, "Why did you give her sugar?" He sighs.

Nat shrugs innocently.

"Oh, please, you all are just as bad, let me pull out my evidence-" I pull out my phone. I scroll through the group chat till I find what I'm looking for. I clear my throat before reading off the texts

Me: Hey y'all

Bird: Y'all?

Roads: Y'aLLL

Witch: Y'ALLLLLL

Mr. Sass: Y'ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Spy: Sorry they got into the sugar

"All I said was 'yall' and it turned into a whole conversation by itself in the group chat" I say

Steve leans forward, reading the texts, "she has a point, Buck," 

"Ha!" I mock Bucky, who shakes his head and sits on my right.

 "What is this?" Thor, who had been talking to Banner, walks over, gesturing to my phone.

"That is a phone," says Loki as if Thor was an idiot, looking over his book

"I know what it is, brother," says Thor.

Loki furrows his eyebrows, and I look up at Thor, "What do you mean?"

"This 'group chat' you speak of" he clarified.

"... Does he not have a phone?" I ask the room.

"He would break it before he could figure it out," says Loki.

I look at him breifly, a bit startled because I hadn't noticed him. I focus my gaze back in Thor. "It's a thing where multiple people can write messages for who ever is all in the group to see." I do my best to explain.

Thor nods, sitting on a different couch. I pocket my phone, Cap sitting on my left, Bucky sitting on my right.

Tony walks in with Pepper and Sam, "Hey, Mr. Stark, I-" I try to stand, but Bucky makes me sit back down. "I got a-" Bucky covers my mouth with his metal hand, refraining me from telling Tony about my wonderful sweater. I huff, crossing my arms and slouching in my seat.

A small ball of green light hits Bucky's hand, making him retract his hand. I take this opportunity to jump up, dashing over to Tony.

"Hey, Skippy, what's up?" Asks Tony.

I hold up my sweater for them to see. Sam barks out a laugh.

"Great sweater, kiddo," he taps my arm with a smile, "love it."

Hey readers, so Harper has a fainting condition, yeah?

Anyone else have a fainting problem?

I do, which gave me inspo for this story