"Hey, Buck?"
"Yeah?"
"Want to order pizza?"
"Order?" Bucky looks up from his newspaper. "What do you mean?"
Steve pulls out his phone and waves it around. "You know, like calling it in?"
Bucky smacks Steve's hand away and goes back to his article. "Yeah, yeah. You do it. Just make sure to get a cheese pizza for me."
A half an hour later, the elevator dings and Steve jumps out of his chair and runs for the food.
"Um.. Bucky?"
"What?"
"Could you come here for a second?"
Bucky sighs, gets up, and stops dead in his tracks when he sees pizza boxes surrounding Steve.
"What did you do," Bucky shakes his head, goes over to him and opens a box. "What is this? Is that spinach?"
Steve grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Yes? I may have gotten confused?"
"Oh my god," Bucky sifts through the boxes, thankfully finding a few boxes of cheese and gathers them in a stack. "I don't know how you're going to explain this to everyone."
He shrugs. "Why don't we just eat it all so we don't have to?"
"We?" Bucky narrows his eyes. "I'm not getting in trouble for this, Steve. They already hate me enough."
Steve's shoulders fall, his bottom lip pokes out as he clasps his hands together. "Please? Please help me eat all this pizza? C'mon, there's like 20 boxes. You can possibly expect me to eat all of this."
"No. Eat it yourself," Bucky huffs when Steve frowns. "Fine. Just bring the boxes to my room before anyone notices."
