Really he was asking for it. You had both decided to decorate your apartment and he had fallen sleep on the couch even though he promised to help you. It was the first Christmas that you and Bucky had spent together as a couple, every year prior was you as an agent keeping an eye on him, making sure he adapted to this century well.

Even though you had left Bucky to untangle the lights for the Christmas tree, but by the time you turned back from hanging the stockings on the fire place you found your boyfriend softly snoring on the sofa with a tangled mess of fairy lights sprawled over him.

Although it annoyed you slightly that he wasn't being productive, you could help but smile at him. He always looked so at peace when he was asleep, minus the night terrors, but it was nice to see him comfortable and happy, even if he was asleep.

You stared at him for a moment having an idea. Carefully you untangled the lights slightly, enough to be able to extend the plug to the socket, so that when you were ready you could switch them on. Once the plug was attached to the wall, you rummaged through some of the Christmas decorations until you had found exactly what you needed.

Grabbing the various pieces of tinsel, you slowly draped them over Bucky, wrapping them around his limbs, and doing your best to cover him up in as much tinsel and fairy lights as you could physically get him covered in.

Once everything you could actually find was covering your boyfriend, you switched on the fairy lights and then you took a few pictures on your phone. From how he looked currently you could never imagine how he could have been an assassin, he looked too innocent and jolly.

You let out some laughter as you looked over him. This laughter may have been slightly loud, waking up Bucky from his slumber.

Bucky grunted as he went to get up, but the various bits of tinsel and the lights that were wrapped around him constricted his movements.

"Y/N," He groaned, seeming quite groggy from just waking up from his nap.

"Morning darling," You grinned, trying to hold back your laughter.

"What did you do to me?" He questioned attempting to move on of the tinsel pieces from himself.

"Don't fall asleep when you said that you'd help me decorate for Christmas. Christmas isn't a joke."

He grumbled slightly, before a soft smile spread across his lips, "Fine, help me get untangled and we can finish the decorating."

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Written by Charlotte.

I had written this a while ago however I can't find it on here so I am reposting it now.