The phone rung, as she lay in bed. Y/N scrambled for her phone, hoping to stop the ringing.

“Hello?” she mumbled, sleep still evident in her voice.

“Looks like someone slept in this morning. I thought you didn’t stay long at the party?” Daisy replied, her voice clear to her still-asleep brain.

“Yeah, but then I hung out at Steve and Buck’s until about three in the morning.”

“Oooh, did you have fuuun?” Her teasing tone was not a pleasant thing with her groggy hangover-head.

“To be honest, I’m not too sure. All I remember was watching tv with a glass of wine and pretzels. And then some.”

Steve and she walked up the stairs, groaning at their aching feet and tipsy mental states.

“Another one of Tony’s parties attended, check,” Steve said, as he waited for Bucky to unlock the door to their apartment.

“It’s more like we make it through without the embarrassing drunken escapades and his drinking games.” Y/N retorted, as they walked into the apartment. Bucky snorted, flopping back to his spot on the couch.

“I’m sure that Stark’s playin’ those games now.” His eyes were glued to the screen, as he watched a cooking competition on the Food Network channel.

“You’re still watching this show?” Steve said, watching Bucky stare at the screen. Y/N giggled, also watching Bucky’s fascination with the chefs on the television, scrambling to create their masterful dishes to please the judges.

“What? It gets quite addicting,” Bucky retorted. Steve shook his head and undid his tie, before draping it onto the kitchen table.

“Well yeah, but you were still watching this competition before I left.” Steve headed into his room, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and exchanging it for a t-shirt that was on the ground next to the foot of his bed. “Wait a second, has that competition been going on all this time?” Y/N settled next to Bucky on the couch, her heels abandoned and her hair was sliding out of her updo.

“Steve, these competitions are back to back,” Y/N explained. “Once one round finishes, the next one usually comes next.”

“Damn, I wouldn’t want that kind of pressure when I’m cooking. I could barely cook a decent meal for Buck and I in time for dinner.” Bucky and Y/N chuckled at his remarks, but neither of their eyes left the glowing screen. Steve flopped onto the couch and leaned on Y/N’s shoulder.

After a few minutes, no, hours of watching the infamous cooking show, Bucky finally shut off the tv and stood up to stretch his arms.

“Well that was an educating experience.” Steve grumbled.

“At least you now know what to do with veal and purple potatoes.” Y/N said with a smirk.

“But I didn’t even know what a Buddha's Hand was before?!” Bucky exclaimed. Steve and Y/N chuckled at his confusion.

“On that note, I’m heading to bed.” Steve said.

“Oh c’mon Steve, the night is young and I bet you’re not actually tired.” Y/N retorted.

“Well, do we have anything to eat?”

“Uh not that I know of,” Bucky said. He stood up and walked to the fridge, rifling through the various things. “We don’t have much, just some ketchup, bbq sauce, red wine two chocolate bars and  head of lettuce.” Steve groaned, trudging to the cabinets to see if there is anything else.

“There’s pretzels, corn flakes, hot chocolate mix and instant ramen. What can we eat out of that?!” They all thought for a second.

“I got it. We can have wine and pretzels.”

“Chocolate dipped pretzels?” Bucky said with a grin.

“Sounds like a plan.” she replied with a smile.

They set to work, taking out the appropriate pots and glassware for drinking wine and making chocolate dipped pretzels at a ungodly hour. They made sure to use the right method after melting chocolate, since it was only right to do so after watching chefs do so for the past few hours.

“Bucky,” Y/N giggled, “you’re supposed to dip them like this.” She showed them how to do so, exaggerating her action. Bucky rolled his eyes, then nudging her, smearing chocolate on her arm. “Barnes!” she squealed. They looked at each other, with grins, and maybe something twinkling in their eyes.

“Am I doing it right?” They both turned to Steve, who seemed to struggle yet achieve perfect-looking chocolate pretzels.

“I think you’re missing something,” Y/N said with a smirk, “right there.” She tapped his nose with her chocolate covered finger.

“Hey!”

“It was Buck’s fault in the first place, so blame him.” she retorted. Steve didn’t say anything, until all the pretzels were covered, quite messily smeared with chocolate.

“Payback.” Steve whispered into her ear as he picked her up, smearing more chocolate on her arms and cheeks.

“Steeeve!” she squealed. “Let me down”

“Fine, but we’re gonna sit on the couch with our wine and pretzels listening to Glenn Miller.”

“Deal.”

Y/N sat in between the two, happily munching on her pretzel with the occasional sip of wine as strains of brass to her ears.

“Actually,” she said, “I think this moment can be improved with some dancing.” She set down her wine glass and stood up. “Can I have this dance?” She held out both of her hands to the two with a smile. They set down their drinks before getting up and taking her hand.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever danced with two other people.” Steve said suddenly, breaking their silence as they all swayed to Miller with full bellies and hearts.

“Really?” Bucky replied softly. “I thought you might have, back then.”

“No, I have not.” he said sheepishly.

“It’ll be our first time then.” Y/N said.

“That it’ll be.”

“Y/N. Y/N? Y/N, are you there?” Daisy said. Y/N blinked, focusing on the current moment.

“Yeah, I’m here.” she replied, trying not to yawn.

“I said that must have been some night.” She smiled, grateful that she had some memories of last night.