bunchastuff

Steve looks up from his crossword, cup of coffee halfway to his mouth.

“‘Sup?” He says, blank stare and an eyebrow raised. “What are you even saying?”

Bucky plays nonchalant, grabbing an empty cup and pouring himself some coffee since Steve won’t do it.

“What?” Bucky asks. “What’s wrong with sup?”

“How do you even know what that means? Who are you hanging out with, thirteen year olds?”

“Hey, don’t patronize me, Rogers. Plus, there’s literally a seventeen year old running around the hallways of the Tower, running fucking ops with us. Even then, sup isn’t that modern of a slang!”

“Oh, slang huh? What is this, some kind of full-life crisis?” Steve snickers, writing down a new word.

Bucky sputters, “I’m not that old!”

“You’re literally over a hundred,” Steve deadpans.

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbles, “you’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty of fun,” Steve counters.

“Sitting there completing some old man puzzle,” Bucky says, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of Steve.

“Crosswords are good for you, Buck. They keep your mind active.”

“My mind is too active, thank you very much.”

Steve shrugs, rolling his eyes.

“If you say so.”

Silence falls over them for a couple of minutes. Steve finishes his crossword and starts another one, Bucky finishes his coffee and stands up to do his morning stretches. Steve chuckles, which has Bucky turning his head around.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky demands.

Steve keeps chuckling, “you’re young, eh? Out here doing your old man morning stretching routine.”

“Hey!” Bucky complains, head between his legs. “My muscles get tight, you know that! Been that way forever!”

“Sure, pal,” Steve grins, shaking his head.

Bucky straightens up with a huff. He walks over to Steve, who looks up at him knowingly. Bucky grabs him by the chin and looks him in the eye.

“You’re awfully mouthy today, kid,” is all he says.

“Yeah?” Steve grins.

Bucky looks him over for a bit, then breaks out in a smile himself.

“Good morning, punk.”

Steve stands up and grabs Bucky by the cheeks.