Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Sixteen-

-Steve's POV-

I rub my eyes, squinting at the sight I wake up in.  Beer bottles scattered everywhere.  My eyes burn and I have a disgusting and horrible headache.

I stand up and start making my way to the kitchen.  My body aches a lot for some reason. I must have been really drunk, because I can't remember a single thing I did.

When I get into the room, I pause for a quick second, I hear someone talking.

"And I was like Steve!?  Is that you!?  And he's like yeah I'm Steve.  And I said what happened, because I was so confused.  And he was like well I joined the army.  I was just so amazed at how he doubled in size literally!"  

"Bucky?"  I croak.  His face turns and meets mine.  

"Steve!  You're alive!"  Bucky calls and walks up to me.

"Dude!  I was wondering where you went!"  Bucky wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Bucks I was wondering when you we're coming back!"  I laugh.  

"I came back yesterday!"  He laughs.  "But seriously Steve where were you yesterday?   We literally spent all day looking for you."  He places his hand on my shoulder facing me. 

"Drunk and depressed."  I say.

"You'll be fine."  He smiles.  Bucky walks me over to the island.

"I'm so hungryyy."  I complain.  "Make me some food, dudeeeee."  I look at Bucky like a little baby.

"You are so fucking stubborn!"  He laughs and lightly pats my shoulder.

"What are the magic words you have to say?"  He is already starting to get on my nerves.

I rolls my eyes.  "Please?"  I sigh.

"That is it Steve!  Atta boy!  I knew you had it in you!"  He grins.

"What are you going to make me?  I don't like surprises Bucky."  I glare at him.  

"You'll just have to wait and see.  Besides it's my specialty anyways.  You'll like it."  Bucky starts pulling out different bowls and supplies.  

After sometime, Bucky shoves a plate in front of my face.  It's a plate stacked with three golden crispy waffles.  Whipped cream is swirled in front or should I say on top of the stack and strawberry halves are sprinkled as well.  

"Bon Appétit!"  Bucky Smiles.  He takes off his little chef hat and apron that he was wearing.  "Sooo?  What do you think?"  He is grinning from head to toe.  

"Well I haven't tried it yet, but I will say it surely looks . . . I don't know how to describe it.  Uh Amazing?"  I say and start cutting into them.

"Syrup is right here your majesty.  And please do tell me after the first few bites."  He smiles and walks away with his hands behind his back.  I don't know what I would do without him.  I love Bucky so much.  He is so funny.

I swirl the syrup over the waffles and stick the fork into the piece.  I gently chew on it.

"So?!  What do you think?!"  Bucky half scares me to death.  He is leaning right next to me.  His words seem really close to me.  Maybe a little too close.  I almost choke on my waffle.

"Good."  I manage to say to him.  I try to slowly push him away.  

"Glad to hear."  He winks and exits the room.  I watch him exit so I can finish in peace.