#three caps

Anyway, steve is person a, sam is person b and bucky is of course person c he just wants to be with his goats in wakanda please.

Breakfast in bed. A/N: sleepy cap cuddles? I think yes. _____________________________________________ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers Warnings: none, just cute shit. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ It’s cold, even with the heat on, the air is chilly enough it keeps Bucky in bed long after he means to. He’s got the covers tangled up around himself, like a self made cocoon, and it’s warm and comfortable. There’s not even a reason to get out of bed at this point. So, he dozes, in and out of light sleep, just enjoying his weight against the soft give of the mattress. He feels good, in a way he hasn’t in a while. He fully wakes up again when the door creaks open, slowly and carefully. He can smell food. Bacon, eggs, and it makes his mouth water a little. He cracks an eye open as Steve and Sam walk in quietly, probably trying to make sure they don’t wake him up or startle him. Sam’s carrying a big plate, and he knows where the smell is coming from now, because there’s bacon and an omelet on the plate, along with a few strawberries off to the side, other fruits too. It looks damn good, and he guesses they both made it. It makes him feel ridiculously fuzzy inside. “Buck, you awake?” Steve asks gently. Bucky stirs lazily and rolls over to face them, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Mm, Yeah, sorta,” he mumbles. Sam grins in response. “Breakfast?” He offers, holding out the tray of food once they’re at the foot of the bed. “Mm, mhm,” he says softly, smiling lazily at them. They cross the room almost in sync and plop down onto the bed on either side of Bucky. They snuggle into his sides, keeping him cozy and warm. He could fall asleep again, so easily, but then Sam is pushing a bite of toast past his lips. He hums around the bite, enjoying it thoroughly. It was just lightly toasted with a generous amount of butter on it, just like Steve knew he liked it. “What’d I do to deserve this?” Bucky asks curiously after he’s finished the toast, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re you?” Steve offers with a grin. Sam agrees with a little chuckle, kissing his jaw lightly. Bucky’s cheeks flush a little. “And we love you, so why not?” Sam grins, snuggling into his side more. Bucky’s pretty sure his whole face is pink at this point. They just have that affect on him. “Oh, we canceled, by the way,” Steve says as he kisses Bucky’s chest softly. “Hm?” “We’re gonna stay in, said to hell with getting dressed and sitting at Tony’s for Christmas.” Oh. Right. He’d kind of forgotten about that, and kinda forgotten that it was Christmas today too. He couldn’t lie, either, that sounded so much nicer and a whole lot less awkward, but he didn’t wanna drag them away from that, especially Steve. He knew Sam was pretty indifferent, but Steve and Tony had been working through shit. “No, no, we can go,” Bucky frowned, looking back and forth between them. They both had a stubborn and kind of amused look on their faces. “Seriously, I really don’t mind. I’d feel terrible if we stayed home.” “Too late for that, Steve canceled yesterday,” Sam said with a small smile. “This is more important than a stupid over priced party, man, seriously.” Bucky bit his lip gently and looked at Steve, but he had the same ‘sure as hell’ look across his face. “Really, there’s no competition,” Steve grinned. “Besides, Sam has been loathing going.” “What? Dude, I have not!” “Oh?” Bucky grinned a little down at his breakfast. “Yeah, ‘oh’, don’t gimme that shit, Rogers, I’ve been just as willing to go as you.” “Whatever you say,” Steve grins, pinching Sam’s arm playfully. He swats back at Steve with a direct bitch face. “Man, knock it off.” “Guys,” Bucky laughs, sinking back into his pillow. They both turn to look at him, and they look like children caught with their damn hands in a cookie jar. “Knock it off.” “He started it,” Sam grins, nestling close to Bucky with a thump against the bed as he avoids Steve’s hand. “Yeah, Yeah, gimme my Christmas breakfast,” Bucky grins. “Ooh, guess he’s too good to use a fork now?” Sam grins. “He’s a guy of taste,” Steve says with a shrug, hardly hiding a smile. “Damn right I am.” Sam snorts, stealing a strawberry off Bucky’s plate and popping it into his mouth. “Ooh, never mind, It’s too good for you,” Sam grins. Bucky pouts, whining long enough that he eventually laughs and Sam stuffs a few blueberries in his mouth just to shut him up. Bucky just hums, satisfied as he eats the berries, which are surprisingly good, considering the time of year. “Want one?” Bucky asks Steve after he’s finished chewing. “Sure,” Steve smiles, plucks some from the dish and eats them with a smile. They just kind of go back and forth for a while, after that, eating the fruit and feeding Bucky eggs or whatever else is on the plate until they’re both pretty blissfully full, snuggled up together on the bed with Steve carding a hand through Bucky’s hair and Sam just sorta clinging to is arm. He feels sated, practically close to sleep at this point. “Just wait until you guys open your presents,” Steve hums with a grin, closing his eyes as he relaxes back into the bed. “I swear, we agreed on cheap,” Sam says, almost sounding warning. “I went cheap!” Steve says hastily. Neither of them believe him of course, because Steve always spoils them like no ones business. “Cheap, like, twenty bucks each, or cheap like you could’ve saved the poor from poverty kind of cheap?” Bucky asks with a lazy smile, which Sam laughs at, eyes crinkling at the corners in that way Bucky adores. “You’re both the worst,” Steve says, narrowing his eyes. “But it’s like, in between.” “Oh my god, you know, I’m just gonna keep your present for someone else then,” Sam laughs, shaking his head. “We had a deal,” Bucky shrugs, not that he really cares. Sam always buys a gift accordingly, makes it personal, Steve just buys them everything, like it’s their last day to live. Bucky’s never really been huge on presents, so he usually sticks to gift cards or something simple and inexpensive, but no one ever seems to mind. He kind of doubts it’s even about the presents at all, more the fact they’re able to get each other presents and be close. It’s sappy as all hell, but it also makes them happy, so who cares. “Wait, What’re we doing about dinner?” He asks after a minute, once the false bickering has died down. He watches Sam and Steve share a look, which is kind of blatantly screaming ‘oh fuck’ and then look back to Bucky like the guy asking has any idea. “Yeah, uh, we really hadn’t thought that far.” “Breakfast is as far as you both got?” “Incidentally.” “But Sam went grocery shopping yesterday, right?” Bucky asks, because there’s got to be plenty they have around the house they could make a fairly convincing meal with. Bucky’s made due with way worse, he grew up poor, right? “He was supposed to,” Steve correctly bitterly. Sam throws his hands up in defense. “I thought it was Steve’s turn! So not my fault, man!” He hollers, and Steve jabs him in the side with his finger. They’ve always had an oddly physical relationship, Sam and Steve. Always hitting or pinching, or something, always playfully of course, but they don’t act like that with Bucky. Bucky’s Pretty constantly bickering lightly with Sam, like it’s always been, but they hold good conversations too, and they have this new little weekly tradition of taking bubble baths together that he secretly adores. He and Steve are kind of complicated, because they’ve always been complicated, but he’s equally as touchy with Steve as he is with Sam, and besides maybe confiding in Steve with a few things he’s not always ready to tell Sam, (he always does eventually) they’re all on an even scale. They have individual little things together, and it makes everything click together like damn clockwork. He’s lucky. “Okay,” Bucky laughs, watching them swat at each other. “So no food?” “Thanks to someone,” Steve says in a sing-song like voice, grabbing Sam by his upper arm. His whole hand doesn’t fit across the mass of muscle there, and Steve has big hands. Bucky’s laughing a lot by now, sitting up in bed. His face feels hot with how much he’s laughing, it feels kind of unreal. Bucky finally wraps his arms around Sams middle, taking a jab at Steve’s leg with his foot. It’s just hard enough he lets go of Sam, and let’s him fall back fully against Bucky. It’s a weird kind of jumble of limbs, with Sam practically crushing him, and Steve leaning over both of them to deliver a swift kiss to each of their lips. “Guess we’ll have to sacrifice Sam and roast him over an open fire,” Steve sighs, shaking his head. Bucky nods. “Roast the super soldier, he’s more...meaty,” Sam offers awkwardly and Bucky snorts. “I’ll make soup,” Bucky says with a chuckle, shaking his head. He’s unfortunately lucky to have these two dipshits, even though they hog the covers and forget groceries half the time. Yeah, he’s lucky.

-William Shakespeare

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