Steve walked into the kitchen after his workout to find me on my third cup of coffee.
"That's too much coffee Y/N." He mumbled, raising his eyebrows at me in disappointment. Bucky walked in the kitchen behind him, assessing the situation ahead of him.
"Coffee cures depression." I shrugged, bringing the cup back up to my lips.
"You know it doesn't, doll." Bucky sighed, pulling the mug away from me and holding it just out of my reach.
"More espresso, less depresso!" I exclaimed, jumping for the mug, to which Bucky just placed his hand on my head and held me down. "Dick move Barnes, dick move." I mumbled, stopping my jumping to stick my middle finger up at him.
