Steve Rogers was in his bookshop, placing books on a high shelf carefully. A man sauntered into his shop, covered in blood from head to toe, causing Steve to freak.
"Buck! What the hell? I just cleaned the floor! No! Don't touch that shelf!" Buck, the man that had walked in, placed his (bloody) hands in the air, smiling.
"Yeesh Steve, if you're so precious about it I'll wash my hands." Steve almost screamed.
"Not in my sink you won't." He yelled, causing Buck's smile to widen into a face-splitting grin. Buck walked out of the shop, the grin plastered to his face.
Bucky Barnes lived with his boyfriend, Steve Rogers, who happened to own a nice, classy apartment near the Roger Book Store, which came quite handy for Bucky when he felt like 'reading a book', aka, stealing a chance to see Steve. Bucky went to the apartment, shedding his clothes and throwing them into the 'bloody clothes' basket.
A shower and a half later, Bucky Barnes was passed out on the sofa, his amputated arm lolling over the edge. Steve had managed to jiggle the door open with his keys, swearing the whole time through. He got the door open, about to exclaim about the locks before he saw Bucky on the couch, passed out. Steve smiled to himself, leaning over Bucky for a quick sniff of his scent. The scent of mangoes.
Steve nudged Buck's shoulder slightly, causing him to startle awake, dopey eyed. Steve smiled at Buck, Steve's smile making Bucky's day.
"Damnit, Cap, you scared me." Bucky rose from the couch, stretching his remaining arm in front of him. He leaned over behind the couch and grabbed his metal replacement. Buck attached it to his arm and used it to help him stand up. With a small peck on Steve's cheek, Bucky walked the kitchen. He looked through the cupboard, checking thoroughly for any scraps that could be made into a surprise dinner. There was nothing in the cupboard, as Bucky soon discovered. Well, that was edible in any way. The contents inside the cupboard included a stale loaf of bread, a mouldy chunk of cheese that had been left out, and an apple that was covered in bruises from Steve's failed home juggling lessons he was teaching to himself. Buck pushed the apple aside, pulling out empty tubs and baskets. After an exasperated sigh, Bucky picked up the phone.
"Hey? Hey, yeah I'd like to order a few pizza's. Yup. Yes. No- I- no... Now come on-... Don't be ru- excuse me? You dare call me a mur-... he hung up on me." Bucky looked at the phone in anger before dialling another number in.
"Buck, maybe I should I order it.." Steve grabbed for the phone, but Buck jumped out of the way, smirking. "Buck..."
"Heelloo? Ees thees Reenees peeza? wheet? Nee, thees ees neet Beacky Bernes. Wheet? Nee, Ser! OH MY GOD! Second time... IN A ROW!" Steve took the phone from Bucky, rolling his eyes in a humorous way. He dialled another number.
"Hey Max. Yeah, the usual, cheese pizza and a seafood pizza. Thanks, see you soon." He placed the phone down as Bucky stormedover to the couch and angrily threw himself down, an frown gracing his face. "Come on Buck. Don't be angry." Bucky ignored Steve, staring at the TV screen, which wasn't on.
"Come on Buck, don't be so angry." Bucky mimicked Steve, scooting over when Steve sat next to him. Steve gave a loud laugh, pulling Bucky towards him and kissing him on the jaw, letting his warmth spread throughout Bucky. Bucky tried to hide his smile, but grabbed Steve and forced him to hover above.
The pizza was forgotten about and the door was never answered.
