FROM EDEN - Bucky BarnesxOC

ten: lovers' spit

"Wanda and Sadie told me at open mic night."

"Right, Wanda mentioned you were there." Steve sighs. "Look, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanna draw a fuckin' line in the sand. That cretin doesn't come anywhere near my daughter. At this point, I'm ready to shoot any man who looks at her funny."

I swallow thickly and catch Sam's smirk out of the corner of my eye. Thank God Steve can't see him.

"Okay," I murmur. "We'll be here. But the second there's trouble, you come runnin'. You understand me?"

"Loud and clear," Steve replies, giving me a little two finger salute. I clap him on the shoulder and he pats his pockets and chuckles. "Makin' sure I got my phone."

And then he's gone, walking down the street and up the driveway as I hop into the driver's seat and start the engine. I make sure the car creeps toward Pierce's property and park just outside of it— and leave myself enough room to run to my bike if I need to.

Beside me, Sam shifts in his seat.

"So, how long've you been sleeping with Sadie?"

My blood runs cold as Steve knocks on the door and waits.

"I told you, man. We're just friends."

"Yeah? How come her phone was sittin' on your kitchen counter this morning? And how come I saw a blonde head disappear into your bedroom through the window?" Sam clears his throat. "So, tell me again: How long have you been fuckin' her?"

I'm caught and I don't want to lie, not when I'm falling for her like this.

"About a week, maybe a little longer."

Sam scrubs his face with his palms.

"Jesus, Buck."

I want to slam on the wheel and ask him what the fuck he wants from me. I can't stay away from her the way I can't stop fucking breathing. I'd die without her.

"I know," I whisper. "Believe me, I considered the consequences."

"Clearly not very hard." Sam lights a cigarette. "But you didn't sell her out to her dad, which means that you obviously care about her."

I nod as the door opens and Peter Quill leans against the frame with a big smile on his face and heavily-hooded eyes. He's high as a goddamn kite. I can see him fighting the urge to nod off. I can't tell what Steve is saying, but his entire body straightens up.

Within seconds, he's stepping into the house and Sam's eyes go wide.

"Uhh..." He laughs. "What the fuck is he doing?"

"I don't know." I dig my phone out of my pocket and shoot him a text.

Get the hell out of there NOW.

Steve texts back immediately.

[Stevie]: I just wanna talk to him.

I'm chomping at the bit to rush into that house and help him, and so is Sam. But the two of us are trapped here. Steve would freak out if we came in there anyway.

"He's not coming out," I sigh.

"Yeah, I figured." Sam puffs on his cigarette and hands me the pack.

"Thanks."

I light one and lean back in my seat, my phone clutched in my free hand. Sam glances over at me.

"How'd it start?"

I take a breath, debating on how much to tell him. Sadie and I are still in a bubble, still somewhat protected. How long that's going to last is anyone's guess, and this whole discreet thing was my idea anyway. I don't think Sadie really cares what her dad thinks about the two of us being together.