She avoids him for nearly three days before she eventually cracks, and sends him a text. She types and retypes the message, not sure if she should just ignore her little outburst and his exposed secret, or face it head on.

Wanna smoke?

I think we should talk...

Hey, sorry I nearly burned your room down.

I dream about kissing you too.

She deletes all of them, chewing on her nails as she paces her bedroom floor. The sun is setting; it will be dark soon, time to crawl under her covers and rest for the next day. She needs it; training had been intense, her back and shoulders tense from use, fingers aching from consistent positioning. She could use some good rest, but she knows the moment she shuts her eyes that she'd be plagued.

Wanna watch a movie?

It is an odd request, considering they'd only watched a film once or twice while smoking, but it's a safe subject. She hits send before she can change her mind, ripping at the hangnail on her thumb.

Thirty minutes later, her phone buzzes and she dives for it.

Come around 11.

Seems awfully late but, considering she'd still be awake, Wanda doesn't really mind.

Stepping into the warm mist of her shower, she bathes slowly, trying to press out the knots in her muscles. After her shower, she brushes her hair, drying it with a towel before tying it into a loose braid down her back, then spreads vanilla cream over her skin before slipping into her comfiest pajamas.

She can really use some comforting sleep.

With all her nighttime pampering done, she slides into her covers, anxiety already racking her chest, as she flips onto her side. The clock on the nightstand read nine pm. It's too early to head to his room, and if she's honest, she's semi-dreading it. What if he wants to address it? Tell her it was a mistake, that he was just high?

She isn't sure if she could take it — his rejection. Over the past few weeks she reluctantly grew attached to Bucky. He's quiet, but he honest, spoke with her like she's an equal and not something that can shatter at any moment. She can't lose that.

You took...everything from me.

Tears sting her eyes as Wanda starts to awaken. She brushes at them in weak frustration, sitting up, and glancing at the clock. She nearly falls from the bed as her eyes read 11:49.

Wanda's breathless when she stands in front of his door. She reaches for the handle, but pauses, considering her next options, and opts to knock. The sound echoes in her ears. When the door opens, she inhales deeply.

Bucky's standing in the doorway, shirtless. A pair of baggy running shorts hang on his hips, and a thin sheen of sweat adorns all his visible skin.

"Hi."

"Hi," Wanda squeezes, trying to keep her eyes on his face and not his happy trail.

"Didn't think you were coming," he says, eyeing her as he leans against the doorframe.

Wanda rubs the back of her neck with her fingers, shaking her head. "Right, yeah I'm — sorry. Got distracted. But, I'm here now," she breathes, attempting a smile.

Bucky doesn't seem to be very amused, but still gives her a lopsided sort of grin, before moving to the side to allow her through. She swallows, walking past him. Her shoulder brushes his upper abdomen and she moves quicker.

"I just got back from a run, so...'' Bucky says, shutting his door. "You can pick a film, I'm gonna shower."

"Film? What're you? 70?" Wanda jokes, and he looks at her seriously. She pales. "I'm sorry, I forgot."

Bucky bursts into laughter, and Wanda blinks rapidly. "I'm just messing, no big deal, but yeah, you're smoking with an old man." He chuckles, closing the bathroom door.

Wanda sighs in relief as she hears the shower turn on, and crouches beside his stack of movies. She flips through them, before deciding on Cheaper by the Dozen.

As the sound of the shower flicks off, Wanda slides the disk into his player, and sets it up. She opens his desk drawer, and removes his rolling papers, placing them on the top surface. By the time he exited the restroom, the movie's starting, the weed and papers laid out and ready.

"Your station's set up," Wanda says, gesturing with her head. His hair is wet, and he holds a towel in his hand before flinging it over his shoulders; his bare shoulders. He's shirtless once more, this time with a pair of comfy sweats slung low on his waist.

Bucky chuckles at her actions, before sitting down and beginning to roll. Wanda crawls to the bed, sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the bed rim. They stay silent for a bit, the only sound coming from the tv and Bucky's fingers folding the flimsy paper.

"So," Bucky sniffs, glancing at her over his shoulder. "You're not sleeping?"

"I'm sleeping a bit."

"You're not sleeping unless you smoke."

Wanda shrugs, picking at her cuticle. "It helps I guess."

"You could try other things. Okay, I'm done." He turns, throwing her the tightly-folded blunt which she catches with her magic. He seems impressed, and she smiles wide.

"And what do you suggest?" Wanda quips, bringing the blunt to her lips and lighting it. She takes an experimental drag, shutting her eyes contentedly.

"Running, like me," Bucky volunteers, pushing his chair back into its spot before settling beside her on the floor. His legs splay, and his hand brushes her knee as he leans back against the bed edge.

Wanda takes a drag again, handing it to him. "Mmm, I do a lot of physical shit with training. Anything else?"

"Rubbing one out could do the trick."

Wanda nearly winces.

"Not for me," she murmurs, reaching for the blunt once he's taken a drag. He lets her smile lightly. Lillian trots from beneath the bed, meowing at them before curling by his thigh.

"Maybe smoking is just your thing then," he sighs, eyes training on the tv.

Wanda murmurs a mhm, taking another hit. She conjures the ashtray between them, lightly tapping it against the rim.

A thought occurs to her, and she reddens, taking another drag. She loves the high that it casts over her, the ease of it all, and decides to take a few more hits before she opens her mouth. Glancing at him, she places the blunt in the tray.

Bucky's nice. He's a little quiet, but he is always kind. And given the recent interaction, maybe there's something more there.

Wanda clears her throat. "Bucky, when you...um, say rub one out, you mean..."

"Jerking off," he replies, turning to her. She feels her chest grow hot, and he raises a confused brow. "Well, jerking off is not what you do I know but, you do know what I mean. Right?"

His voice is tight, and Wanda turns away, reaching for the blunt.

"Yep, I know," she says shrilly, taking a hit. They're quiet for a moment, both watching as Wanda lets a slow stream of smoke out. Swallowing, she continues. "And that...helps you?"

Bucky shrugs, taking the blunt from between her fingers, his hand warm against hers. "Mostly."

Lillian stands from her crouched position, walking over Bucky's legs and rubbing against Wanda's thigh. She's grateful for the interaction, for the option to do something with her hands, and pets the cat's head.

Stealing herself, Wanda bites the bullet. "How do you do it?"

Bucky blinks.

"How do I jerk off?" he asks.

Wanda shakes her head self-consciously. "No no I — I get how to, I just — how do you know when you're, um..."

"Are you asking how I finish myself off?"

She isn't nearly high enough for this, and jams her jaw shut. He takes her silence as a yes, and scratches his chin, biceps fluttering.

"Why do you ask?" he asks, staring at her for too long as she fidgets. A light smirk tugging at his mouth, he takes drag, fingers gripping the spliff before he leans forward, his face close to hers, and blows a thin stream into her face.

Wanda coughs slightly, her eyes wide.

How does something as mundane as blowing smoke become wildly attractive?

"I can show you, if you'd like." His voice is soft, eyes intent on her face, waiting for her reaction.

Wanda raises her brows, scratching Lillian quickly. "You'll show me..?" she asks weakly.

He nods, another grin threatening to split his face. "There's lots of ways to relax other than smoking," he replies, leaning back before dropping his tone an octave, " and well... I can show you."