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There's a Weird Fuckin' Stray Cat Outside

Narrator's POV

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Sam shifted in the couch as a sound filled his ears. He turned his back to the direction of the sound, not caring about it. He was sleeping right now.

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He sat up. "What the hel-" He saw Bucky in his pajamas staring in the kitchen with some duck tape. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing the table." Bucky said, unrolling more tape and wrapping it around the broken table.

Sam raised a brow, but dismissed the situation. He stretched, yawning. "I did not know this couch was that comfortable." He said. "What time is it?"

"Ten thirty." Bucky said.

"I missed my morning run." Sam said.

Bucky only continued with the tape.

"You know." Sam started. "You should go running with me in the morning." He said.

"Did you just call me fat by telling me I should run with you?" Bucky asked, continuing with the tape.

"What? No." Sam said.

"I'm pretty sure you just called me fat."

"I'm just saying it's a good way to get your blood pumping in the morning. Plus, you never know what interesting things you'll run into." Sam said, standing up and popping his back. "Take a shower afterwards, and you'll feel like a brand new you. Refreshed and ready to jump onto some action."

"No thanks. I think I've had enough action for a life time." Bucky said, standing back up and going to the pantry. He got out a box of Lucky Charms, shaking it. Hearing that it was nearly empty, he checked inside only to find crumbs and cereal dust at the bottom of the plastic bag. "Have you been eating my Lucky Charms?" He asked Sam.

"You know I don't eat sugary cereals." Sam said, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Hmm..." He looked around the little food in the fridge. "How does a grilled cheese sandwich and orange juice sound for breakfast?"

"Whatever." Bucky said, putting the cereal back on top of the pantry.

"Hey, if it's empty; throw it in the trash." Sam said. "Don't lead someone else into excitement only to find no marshmallows in there." He said, taking out some cheese.

"I don't even-" Bucky stopped into realization. "You have been eating my cereal."

"It was one time." Sam said, hiding a smile.

"It's mine. You know it's mine."

"Who bought it?" Same turned to him, raising a brow.

Bucky went silent. "I'm gonna go..." He didn't have any sort of excuse. "...do something."

"You could take out the trash." Sam said.

Bucky looked at the trash.

"It's only a walk to the street. Place the bag in the-"

"I know, I know." Bucky said, picking it up. "I'm not twelve." He made his way to the door barefoot.

Sam buttered some bread, listening as Bucky made his way to the door listening for a question he knew the answer to.

"It's the blue one, right?"

Sam smiled, putting the bread on a skillet, listing to it sizzle. "Yes. The green's one for re-"

"Recycling, I know." Bucky said.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully and continued with breakfast as he heard the door open and close.