Love that Lasts Forever

time

A/N: words: 2042. i am so swaggy, its true. also. HGTV >>>>>>>. loved every single show on that network. property brothers? banger. house hunters? banger. love it or list it? banger. anyway. enjoy!

"What do you think?" They had bought the house last week, and they moved in 5 days after that. And, for the past week, Bucky has forced Sam to do HGTV marathons with him. Sam wanted to throw the remote out the window. Today, they set out to buy paints, as Bucky was unimpressed with the current colour, but it wasn't 'a drastic thing, or a cause for concern'. Bucky's HGTV time was already a drastic thing and a cause for concern, so the house had that going for it. At the moment, Sam and Bucky were standing in a HomeDepot, staring at paint chips. Sam was about 3 more paint chips from leaving Bucky here.

"I think white and white are the exact same thing."

"No, no this is a softer white." Sam stared at the man in front of him, and had never wanted to kill him more.

"Never speak to me again." Sam turned to walk away from the paint chip stand, but Bucky grabbed his forearm, a laugh escaping his lips. "You're an absolute idiot."

"I know, I know," Sam had to bow his head to hide his grin. "But, I just want it to look relatively nice, you know." Bucky explained, and Sam nodded slowly.

"But like, white is white." Sam was not letting this go.

"No, no, Sam, eggshell white is softer." Sam was about to throw Bucky into the paint chip stands.

"Shut up and buy your damn paint. Call Scott McGillivray while you're at it."

"Ha! I knew you weren't asleep." This was gonna be a long renovation.

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They ended up deciding on a few shades for the house. Eggshell white (if Bucky didn't expect eggshells in his hair because of this colour choice, he clearly wasn't thinking), a sage green for the bathroom, a grey for the office, and a muted brown for both bedrooms. The rest of the house was a soft white. "Do you think we should've gotten, like, furniture that will match?" Bucky asked, and Sam shrugged.

"You can if you want, grab my computer." Sam suggested, and Bucky obliged, setting his paintbrush down and going over to the box labelled Sam. Bucky had a duffle bag of things, a bag he has not let Sam look in. Sam didn't press, knew not to. Sam had about 5 boxes filled to the rim.

"Grey furniture?" Bucky questioned after a few minutes of silence, the only sound being the clicking of Bucky typing, and the sound of Sam rolling the paint roller through the paint. Sam shrugged, standing on his toes to reach the top of the wall. Bucky looked over his shoulder from the floor, and grinned.

"Need some help?" Bucky asked playfully, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"I'm doing fine, thank you very much." Sam said defensively. As if on cue, the roller fell from Sam's hand. Bucky laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Sam would've thrown the roller at him if the floors weren't so nice. The floors were really nice.

"I'm going to help you, because I'm very nice."

"And you hate online shopping."

"And I hate online shopping." Sam grinned, despite the fact he had eggshell white paint dripping down his forehead. Bucky couldn't help but grin back, and grabbed the roller that had fallen onto the plastic sheet. "But clearly, you need help."

"You know what, Barnes, you win." Sam said, his arms crossed. Bucky smirked and started painting, rolling the roller up and down the wall. But it couldn't reach the top of the wall. Bucky scoffed, actually jumping to reach it, which sent Sam in a fit of laughter. "Nice form." Sam commented, leaning against the counter.