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Day 1

Narrator's POV

"Hah." Sam stopped and leaned over to catch his breath after he had finished his morning run.

It was a calm, quiet and some may say nice morning after everything that happened a few months ago.

Nevertheless, Sam decided to walk the rest of the way to his home, wondering if his new roommate would be up by now. Judging by all the tossing and turning he usually heard coming from Bucky's room, he knew the soldier didn't get enough sleep. He finally arrived home, coming in and going over to the fridge for some water, listening for any sign of life in the house.

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Blue eyes with black bags under them stared straight at the ceiling above them.

Another sleepless night.

Bucky was barely awake, laying in bed tossing and turning and wondering if he should even get out for the day. He had nothing to do. He had made it clear that he wasn't going to be involved with the Avengers meetings anymore unless it was a life or death situation. He rubbed his face with his flesh hand, staring at the light streaming in through the blinds and finally pushing himself to sit up. His hair was a mess, long and tangled, but he couldn't be bothered brushing it. So he tossed it up into a bun and slid out of bed after a few stretches.

It was then that he heard Sam come home, and Bucky really hoped he had brought some breakfast back. When he walked out from his room, he saw the man empty handed; a sigh left his lips. He hadn't even bothered to put a shirt on, only wearing pajama pants as he shuffled barefoot across the floor and opened the fridge to drink milk straight from the jug.

Sam was surprised to see Bucky up at this time. He looked so exhausted. "You're up early." Sam said, putting his water down and opening the cabinets and taking out a pan. "Hungry?" He asked. "Sorry I couldn't stop by Rosie's to get some breakfast this morning. I know how much you like their French toast, but I think I can whip some up. I've been watching some videos." He said, trying some small talk since he and Bucky didn't talk much during the day.

Bucky looked the man up and put the milk back, nodding "Woke up early, couldn't get back to sleep." He didn't want to say what woke him up, not wanting to seem so weak and vulnerable in front of Sam.

How would that conversation go? 'I had a bad dream and I was too scared to fall asleep because I'm five years old'... no way.

"Whatever you make will be fine." Bucky mumbled, moving to the couch and flopping down to turn on the TV.

"Okay, then." Sam said, grabbing some bacon and eggs from the fridge.

A quick easy breakfast.

There was silence between the two, the only sound was the television and some sounds outside from cars passing by and whatever birds could be heard in the city.

Sam thought about something to say to get some conversation going. He suddenly remembered something he'd come across this morning on his run. "I helped a pigeon out today." He said. "It had a dislocated wing, and I stopped to helped it." He said, moving the eggs around in the pan.

Bucky glanced aside at the man then looked back to the TV. "Uh huh, hope it didn't scratch you and give you rabies."

Sam let out a scoff. "Pigeons can't carry rabies." He said, getting plates out and putting breakfast in them. "Birds can't carry rabies. Only-"

"I don't remember asking." Bucky interrupted, walking over to the table and took the farthest seat from Sam.

"You know you don't always have to be an ass all the time, right?" Sam asked sarcastically. "Specially when someone just made you breakfast."