Bucky walked out of the bedroom, squinting at the sunlight pouring through the windows of the rooms he walked by on his way to the kitchen. He straightened the boxers he’d tugged on and lifted a hand to scratch at his bare chest. He closed his eyes at the sudden brightness of the kitchen, slapping a hand on the wall to turn the light off.
Wait. Why was the light on?
He peeked out of one eye, yawning before he fully opened both his eyes.
“Steve?”
Steve nodded in greeting, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Bucky shook his head.
“What the fuck are you doing here this early?”
Steve smiled as he chewed.
“It’s after ten, Buck.” “It’s a Saturday. Anything in double digits is early on a fucking Saturday.”
Steve shook his head, eating another spoonful as Bucky gave a powerful yawn. Steve motioned towards the coffee pot and Bucky whimpered as he walked there, pouring himself a cup. After a few deep gulps, Bucky lifted his head.
“So … what are you doing here again?”
Steve sighed, gently dinging his spoon against the side of his bowl.
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