She's Beauty, She's Grace, She's Miss United States
“In other news, it’s Captain America’s birthday today! Did you know that, John?”
You were still half-asleep, but your ears perked up.
“I did not, Meredith. Happy birthday, Cap! What is he, 97 now?”
“I think so!”
“Ah, well, I’m sure his friends have something special planned for him.”
“I’m sure they do. Now, I take you to the weather.”
You muted the peppy newscasters on the television, and set down your mug of coffee, glaring at Bucky next to you.
“Bucky, you didn’t tell me it was Steve’s birthday today.”
“…It’s Steve’s birthday?”
“You know, when the news knows before his best friend, it’s probably a bad thing.”
“No, no, no…what day is it?”
“The fourth of July.”
“Oh, dammit. It is Steve’s birthday. You wanna come with me to get him birthday donuts?”
“Definitely.”
There was an amazing donut shop right down the street from Stark Tower, and you always got donuts from there for people’s birthdays.
“Good morning!” an eager baker chimed from behind the counter. “What can I get you today?”
“I’m gonna need the most patriotic donut you have,” Bucky said.
The man raised his eyebrows. “Okay. We’ve got this one, with the stars and stripes and sprinkles, but I’m sorry, that’s about it.”
“You don’t have little tiny flags that you can stick in ‘em?”
“N–no.”
“Damn. We’ll take it anyway. Actually, we’ll take all of them. All of your America donuts.”
“We have 27 on the rack, and more in back.”
“You heard him. We’re buying for Captain America himself, so it’s kind of important. You know how it’s his birthday today and all,” you said, trying to be shady and failing miserably.
“Oh! Of course!” he yelled, running to the back to get all the donuts. He brought you six pink boxes in total, and you gladly took two, Bucky carrying the other four. You were grateful of the short walk, and of the elevator. You reached Steve’s floor and entered his apartment, as you both had keys.
“You make him coffee, I’ll set up the donuts…and the camera,” you instructed in a hushed whisper.
“Ooh, I love when you give me commands.”
“Now is not the time, Mr. Everything’s-A-Kink-For-Me.”
You silently made your way into his room, propping the donut boxes up on his bed and getting your phone ready to record waking him up. He looked so cute when he was sleeping, and honestly, exhausted. His hair was everywhere, his mouth was slightly open.
Bucky poked his head in the door with a cup of coffee for Steve, and he set it on the nightstand. You then nodded to Bucky, and he started blasting Party In The USA. Steve sat up quickly, dazed, and groaned upon seeing the two of you and the entire array of donuts.
“She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s Miss United States!” You earned a laugh from Bucky. “Get up, birthday boy, we bought you a few hundred authentic American donuts.”
“Are you kidding me?” Steve grumbled as Bucky sang the chorus to Party In The USA loudly and off-tune.
“You know you love us,” you said, grabbing a donut and sitting on the soft mattress, slowly force-feeding it to him. He shamefully took a bite and nodded. Bucky sat down next to you.
“These from Alfonso’s?” Steve asked.
“Where else?” Bucky said, taking one for himself, and handing Steve his coffee.
“Mm, thanks.”
“So, have any plans?” you asked, biting into a donut yourself. It was amazing.
“Uh, maybe find some way to get rid of all these donuts?”
“I am offended! Steven Grant Rogers, I bought you a few hundred donuts and you want to get rid of them?” Bucky gasped.
“Yeah, I don’t know, give ‘em to homeless people or something.”
“You are such a do-gooder. Imagine receiving donuts from Captain America. That would make my day,” you said.
“Oh, here.” Steve stuffed an entire donut into your mouth, and through your muffled whining, you were laughing a bit, desperately trying to chew the whole thing.
“I cannot believe you just shoved an entire donut in my girlfriend’s mouth. I want to try,” said Bucky, and Steve did just that. Crammed an entire donut in his mouth, though he was able to tackle it much quicker than you. He was swallowing when you were still chewing.
“That is ridiculous.”
“I am offended. Just because I beat you in a donut-eating contest doesn’t mean you have to insult me.”
“You sound like Tumblr, saying you’re offended all the time.”
“I’m doing it purposely to piss you off,” he said, kissing you. “Hey, Steve, you should pick up a girl later. I mean, it is your birthday, pal,” Bucky smirked.
“And I doubt any of them would turn you down. I mean, look at you,” you followed.
Steve shook his head. “I’ve got plans.”
“Oh, really? What’s her name?”
Steve looked as if he were going to say that it wasn’t a date, then his face flushed and he said, “Er, Vincent, actually.”
You and Bucky both whooped, knowing that he’d had his eye on Zoe from Tech for awhile, but you were both glad that he’d landed a birthday fuck.
“Okay, well, you get ready for that. We,” Bucky motioned to the two of you, “have a surprise party to plan for later. And eAT THE DONUTS!”