Short haired Bucky. Fluffy but a little dark, might even brake your heart.
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It was morning, a day off to be specific, and the two roommates were hoping for some uninterrupted relaxation.
They were in the kitchen, Bucky sat on a bar stool and leaned on his elbows which rested apon the marble counter, laying his head tiredly in his metal hand.
Sam stood by the coffee pot after grabbing himself a mug from the cupboard.
"You're mug is by the sink" Bucky mumbled.
Sam heard Bucky and snapped at what he said [the fuck does he mean my mug?! Does he see me as just some pig who should only use the same cup everytime even though it's disgusting??!] Sam thought, and decided to be cunning in his words.
Sam turned his head and looked over his shoulder, his body following suit so he stood parallel the coffee pot and Bucky "Could you say that again? I didn't hear you" he said innocently with a hint of bitterness.
Bucky cleared his throat before speaking up and repeating himself "You're mug is by the sink"
Sam nodded and watched as this time Bucky did a little gesture to where the cup was sitting; Sam's eyes followed and he saw his old mug next to the rest of the dirty dishes which sat in the sink, while his cup simply sat near it.
Sam scoffed and turned back to the pot, picking it up and pouring himself a full mug "I'm not a fucking pig, if anyone's a pig it's you" Sam spat
Bucky sat up off his hand "Hey-"
"Shut up I don't care for your bullshit"
Bucky narrowed his brows "Excuse me?"
"I'm not gonna use the same cup, I'm not a pig so don't fucking call me that" Sam said as he poured the creamer into the mug.
"I didn't call you that-"
"Then why'd you say "yOu'Re mUg iS oVeR tHeRe" like that hm? Don't call me a pig, pig" Sam interrupted, he didn't care to let the other finish.
Bucky tried to explain himself, brows frowned slightly "Hey- firstly don't put words in my mouth and secondly I didn't even say it like that-"
"Well my bad my impressions aren't up to par with your 106 year old standards, old fuck" Sam said sarcastically, giving a fake over-dramatic bow before dropping the facade and leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee.
"Don't call me that" Bucky spat, hands clenched on the counter.
"Oh looks like someone's angry, I wonder when you're gonna snap and murder me like you did everyone else you cyborg freak"
"No- I would never even think of hurting you! You're my friend and-"
"Oh yeah and do you call your friends pigs? No wonder why Steve left you"
Bucky felt his heart shatter at the mention of Steve, he held back tears as he defended Steve "No, Steve deserves to be happy and have the life he wanted"
He said, and he said those words proudly with force and strong gusto in his voice even though it hurt like hell. Steve did deserve love and the life he wanted, but that doesn't take away from how much it hurt that Steve left.
"Yeah, yeah he does. Which is why it makes sense as to why he left you" Sam said and spat out 'you' bitterly and with such disgust that Bucky felt repulsed by himself once again almost immediately.
Bucky slammed his flesh fist down on the counter "Don't talk about Steve like that, he didn't think of me that way and I was his friend!"
"Yeah right" Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes.
