I'm only one call away (wrong number)

Last chance

"Yeah, whatever." I sling my backpack onto my shoulder and pick up my other bag before Bucky can. Natasha smiles and pushes open the door, gesturing me to step through, which I do with little to no thought, and I end up standing in a spacious living room. The walls were a light cream colour with brown accents and furniture. A tall log styled fire place stands on the opposite wall facing a brown leather two seater sofa with a small coffee table in the centre. Along the wall with the door there was a larger sofa places under the window which sat facing the flat screen tv over the opposite side. on each side of the tv there were two symmetrical book cases, one filled with books and movies, the other filled with pictures and objects which must hold some sort of meaning to the couple. Bucky walks past me and heads towards the stairs directly in front of the door.

"We'll give you a tour later if you'd like, but I'm sure you want to put those bags down somewhere." He says standing on the bottom step. I nod and move closer to the stairs, following him up. He walks along the hall and stops in front of a white door with a chalk board in the middle.

"This is your room." He says, pushing the door open. I smile awkwardly and step passed him, taking in the sight.

The walls are painted a light blue with the ceiling a darker shade than the rest of the room. A king sized bed was pushed into the far corner, laying under the window on the left, opposite a black wooden closet paired with a bookcase in the same colour. Desk sits in the corner in front of the door with a chair pushed under it. Natasha steps in after me and leans on the wall.

"It's not finished, you can decorate however you want." I turn to face her and she smiles. "Do you like the colour? We can repaint. Or we can put up some posters. Oh! We can go shopping!!" Bucky takes a step closer and places a hand on the petite red heads shoulder.

"Why don't we let the kid settle in." He smiles and glances over at me. "I'll go start lunch. You like Pancakes?" I nod slowly, is he really asking my opinion? Damn. Bucky nods and leaves the room, trekking down the stairs. Natasha smiles brightly.

"I'll leave you to get settled, lunch will be ready soon." I nod and she leaves. I throw my bag on the bed and shrug off my backpack, opening the former and pulling out my folded clothes. Well I guess these go in here, I pull open the closet doors and look at the space inside. Jesus Christ, they want me to fill this? I have three shirts, one pair of jeans and a pair of joggers. I have 2. Wait what? What happened to my other bra? I rip through my bag unable to find the other one. Well shit, lost that one. I pull the rest of my stuff out and shove it in the bottom of the closet, closing the doors.

"Max! Lunch is ready!" A voice yells from downstairs. I sling my backpack under the bed and shove my phone in my pocket, leaving the room, taking the stairs two at a time.

I turn left at the bottom of the stairs and end up in the kitchen where the two adults are standing over a stove. I lean awkwardly against the door frame and watch the two for a moment, trying to figure out their dynamic. Well, obviously there's the height difference. They both seem tense but relaxed at the same time, moving around each other in some sort of silent harmony, exchanging the occasional smile as they chopped various fruits. A small smile creeps onto my face, maybe this won't be so bad. Bucky glances over his shoulder and shoots me a grin.

"Hey kid, come on over, we're loading up." I take a step towards the pair.

"I'm gonna say okay and hope that wasn't a murder joke." Natasha's laugh fills the air. It's soft, melodious, I'm sure I've heard it before. I brush away the thought and look over the food options, there were pancakes like were promised and an assortment of fruits and vegetables along with multiple jars of jelly's and spreads.

"Help yourself." Natasha says while shoving a plate into my hands, already piling hers up. I attentively place two pancakes on my plate and add some fruit to the mix, picking up one of the forks on the counter.