Bucky let out a satisfied sigh as he stirred the scrambled eggs in the pan. Steve watched him from the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in hand. They had spent the night together and it was a lazy Sunday morning.
"Morning, champ," Bucky said, his southern accent rolling off his tongue. He took two plates from the cupboard and set them on the table.
"Good morning," Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee. "Smells delicious, as always."
Bucky smiled and placed the plates in front of Steve. They had been roommates for years and had taken turns making breakfast on weekends. They knew each other's preferences well, and Bucky had already set out Steve's favorite hot sauce.
As they ate silently, Bucky looked up at Steve and smiled warmly. "You know, I still can't believe this is our life now," he said.
Steve set down his fork and looked at Bucky. "I know what you mean," he said. "After everything we've been through, it's hard to believe that we're just...normal now."
Bucky chuckled. "Normal is overrated, anyhow," he said, his blue eyes sparkling. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
They finished their breakfast in companionable silence, feeling grateful for the simple pleasures in life. -🐢 and 🤖(AI)
