Bright afternoon sunlight floods the spartan apartment, filling every nook and cranny with cheerful light, but not falling upon Bucky where he's sat huddled under the kitchen table. He's been here since seven AM and his stomach is groaning in hunger. There's a knock on the door and he winces, remembering too late that Sam is supposed to be coming over. "Sam," he calls, closing his flesh hand around the table leg and squeezing. "You're gonna have to use your key. I'm kinda...stuck."

"I'm starting to think you have a masochistic side, Rogers," Natasha says as she opens the door and finds Steve, soaked to the skin, on the threshold. Her head tilts gently as she steps to the side to allow him entry. "Let me find you a towel and make some coffee, you must be freezing."

"what are you trying to say? that i can sleep on the couch or you want me to bring that extra blanket to bed?" brows wiggle, playfully and definitively ridiculous. "because you're not being super clear here, fi."

"i know, but i wanted to." dillan shrugs as he walks into the room, setting down the tray of food he's put together. he shucks the blanket from his shoulder, wrapping it around stiles' shoulders instead. "that should help warm you up. 'n i made soup and sandwiches in case you didn't want soup."

"no way! really?" charlie nudges mickey's shoulder with a half closed fist, head shaking fondly. "you're such a fuckin' dork, you know that?" as he speaks, he steps forward to wrap both arms tight around mickey's waist. leans up to steal a kiss, smile broadening. "my dork."

"Because if I tried to leave, you would find me no matter what. You've proven not even in death I can get rid of you." Logan states with a huff. "I'm just accepting my fate that I'm stuck with you."

" Don't be sorry. Just means I did a good job wearing you out." Billy said with a cocky smirk. " Besides youre cute when you sleep." He added, ashing the cigarette he was smoking and he got up off the couch to greet Richie in a kiss. " How you feeling? Hungry? Thought I could make us something if you are." Billy was good with aftercare. It was important to him and it was always easier taking care of someone else over himself. He ran a hand gently down Richies side and smiled.

" I don't want to know what sick shit you spend your time googling." Sweets replied, hand spinning a butterfly knife. " But you got it." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "You gonna die anytime soon?" He and Jughead weren't exactly close and some days he drove Sweet Pea nuts but he was also FPs son and he had to respect that to a degree. " Not that I'm like waiting or whatever."