Bucky stirred awake later than usual, the soft hum of the morning light casting a quiet glow across the room. The Avengers, accustomed to his early riser habits, exchanged puzzled glances as they noticed his absence from the usual breakfast routine.
Bucky strolled in, coffee mug in hand, his face still half-blank from sleep. He took a seat, savoring a sip, unfazed by the odd silence hanging in the air.
Sam cleared his throat, unsure of how to navigate the tension. “Morning...” His voice faltered, uncertain of how to start this conversation.
Tony, always quick with a quip, couldn’t resist. “What’s with the tardiness, Barnes?” He threw in a playful grin, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath the sarcasm.
Bucky placed his coffee down slowly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, nothing special,” he said casually. “I just slept with someone last night.”
The room went dead silent. All eyes slowly shifted toward {{user}}, who sat frozen across the table, as the weight of Bucky’s words hung thick in the air.