Steve rested his head against the table, groaning as Sam set down a large plate of pancakes.
"You're exhausted." Sam said, sitting down across from him. Steve lifted his head up just enough to look at Sam with a "duh" look. "Bucky keeping you up late, huh?" Sam asked, amused at the death glare he received from Steve.
"Haha, yeah." He said, finally sitting upright and sliding the plate of pancakes
toward him.
Steve knew what Sam was talking about, the pervert. And, technically, Steve told the truth. But not the way Sam was thinking.
Bucky came thundering down the stairs, sitting in the seat next to Steve.
Ugh, Bucky. Steve loved him to death but hearing his gave him flashbacks.
(last night)
Steve groaned as the blanket slipped off him, releasing cold air onto his skin.
"Buck- blanket." He muttered, groping the bed until he found the blanket, pulling it back towards him.
"This blanket ain't big enough for the both of us." Bucky said as he tugged on the blanket, his voice low and gruff.
"I'm gonna give you one more chance to shut up." Steve replied groggily, pulling the blanket over him.
"Why should I?" Bucky argued, pulling it back.
"Oh my god, stop. Just-" Steve stopped talking as he stood up and rummaged through their closet.
"Here." He said, throwing a spare blanket at Bucky, hitting him in the face.
"Jesus Christ, Steve, give me a break." Bucky muttered and pulled the blanket down over him, kicking the comforter over to Steve.
"I'd give you a break if you ever gave me one, Buck." Steve mumbled before he took his spot next to Bucky again.
