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Natasha got back from the gym and found Bucky on her couch. He was sacked out, snoring the way he only did when he was exhausted.
Natasha sat on the coffee table and watched her lover for a while. She hadn’t seen him in almost a month. He looked gray, like he’d barely slept the whole time.
She knew just how to make him feel welcomed home.
Bucky came into the kitchen a few hours later, bedhead everywhere, still yawning. Natasha looked up from the mixing bowl and smiled.
“Is that vinegret?”
“Your favorite,” Natasha said sweetly.
When he moved in to kiss her, though, she scowled. “Go brush your teeth,” she ordered.
He grumbled, but left for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he came back. Natasha met him with an even brighter smile.
“When is this gonna come off?” he asked dryly, pointing up to the dick sharpied on his cheek.
“Three to five days, I think,” Natasha answered, grinning at his groan.
“I guess we’ll have to keep you out of sight for a few days,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Bucky shook his head, but kissed her deeply. “Sounds like a plan.”