Stucky One-shots

Iced coffee ////part two///

I walked out of the classroom with pure confidence, knowing I had at least nailed the essay at the end. I worried that I had flown through it a little too fast but never the less, it was over with.

Admittedly I was distracted through the exam, thinking about the barista in the coffee shop, his number tightly secured in my left pocket.

'I'll call him as soon as I get home' I thought to myself. In that case, I walked down the streets just a little faster, avoiding the built up snow and ice.

I pulled out my keys and opened the door to my apartment, '307' is the one I call home. I locked the door and pulled the chain behind me, pulled out my phone and dialed the number off the napkin.

He answered after three rings.

"Hello?"
"Bucky?"
"Hey there Blondie, how was the test?"

I smiled and began telling him about my day. Occasionally he would pitch in the conversation, saying little things about his day, his voice was deep and quiet, almost like his mouth was covered in cotton.

We talked for five hours, I didn't even realize the time had went by until I caught a glimpse on the microwave.

"Shoot, sorry to cut you off Bucky but I've got another final tomorrow and need to get down to some serious studying."

We said our goodbye but not without making plans for a date this Saturday. Tomorrow was Thursday, And I had enough money to go to the local thrift store and pick out a good shirt before they closed Friday afternoon.

I put on some music and proceeded to get entirely wrapped up in my studies. I looked up and suddenly it was two in the morning, no big deal because my final was at three tomorrow. I could go to bed now, wake up at 10 and still have time to study tomorrow and grab a coffee on my way there.

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Bucky p.o.v
I wiped down the counter and sighed, no sign of blondie yet. The morning rush was long gone and only a few stragglers had come and gone. I strategically sent my co-worker on break before I so I could talk to Steve once more.

A few more hours passed and I frowned at the clock.

However, I saw a flash of blonde come by the window, the door chimes and in walked blondie. Red scarf and all, he looked rather warm.

"Well look what the cat dragged in"
"Hey there Buck!" Steve precariously left off the 'Y'.
"Another iced coffee today?"
"Just like yesterday." Steve smiled and dropped a five in the tip jar after he paid for his order.

I took my break after he had sat down, this time I sat directly in front of him, watching him pour over pages and pages of notes.

"History" Steve chimed up after he saw me stare.

We talked for a while until his alarm had went off, in one big swoop he had all his papers, told me goodbye and he was out of the door.

I finished my shift that afternoon and went back to my apartment. My bed was calling my name, I took the elevator up to the fifth floor, walked straight to apartment '416', flung the door open and crashed on the couch.

I woke up to my phone ringing and fished it out of my pocket.
"Hello?" I said without opening my eyes
"Skipping out on work I see."

I smiled "ah, blondie. I only work the morning shift" i replied with a laugh.
"Well nobody can make an iced coffee like you do"
"Don't make me blush blondie!" I exaggerated over the phone but in reality I was sure my face was more red than his scarf this morning.

"If you're so disappointed, come over and I'll make you one." I tempted him, expecting him to have to study.

"Fine, send me your current location."

I shot upright.

"You serious?"
"As a heart attack, I threw out the one I bought"

"Look, give me 10 minutes and then you can come on, alright"
"I'll walk extra slow" I could hear his smile pouring through the line.

"See you in ten, blondie"

I hung up, sent him my address, looked around the dingy, dim lit apartment and sighed.

My cleaning up consists of throwing everything into the bedroom closet and fixing pillows on the couch. I swept the carpet and the floor, couldn't quite
afford a vacuum on my wages.

I changed out of my morning uniform, throwing it in the closet as well. With three minutes left to spare,

//////Steve p.o.v//////

I stared down at my phone as I walked up to the apartment building. More precisely:My apartment building.

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While you may be asking, yes, this story is inspired by my own coffee order and part three will be up tomorrow:))

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