imagine Steve having a string of one night stands, late nights, parties etc and the avengers are concerned but Bucky has to remind them that they're like..what 25-26 years old
It’s the sixth late night walk of shame with Steve coming back yawning widely and scratching at rapidly faking hickeys when Bruce pulls Bucky to the side and asks if Steve’s okay.
“Oh, he’s fine,” Bucky says, drinking a smoothie that looks eerily like the ones Dummy makes Tony. He’s maybe a little hungover himself. “Lucky bastard doesn’t get hangovers,” he huffs.
“But he’s...you know, he’s feeling good?”Â
Bucky barks out a laugh. “Do you all know how old we are?” he asks.Â
Bruce blinks, startled. “I’m...not exactly sure,” he says, bewildered.
“If you don’t count our decades in hell,” he says blithely. “We’re mid twenties. What do people in their mid twenties do in New York City?” he asks.Â
Bruce lets out an amused huff. “Party.”
“Exactly,” Bucky says and looks at Steve fondly. “That’s all we’re doing. We gotta take it where we can get it, you know.”
Steve moves over and sits next to Bucky, leaning heavily against him. Bucky pets his hair and Steve sighs contently.
Bruce gets up and lets them be.
