"Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” Steve/Bucky, MCU
Christmas morning dawned blustery and grey on the streets of Brooklyn, sleet coming down every so often but not a snowflake to be seen. Bucky was irritated, wishing and praying for a white Christmas like Bing always sang about, but this was New York and the pavement melted it as soon as it landed into an icy slush.
It was a morning like any other, except that Bucky had managed to get hold of some cocoa powder, and some sugar, and he couldn’t wait to get home brag about it to Steve. He could just picture the look on Steve’s face when he got out the new set of pencils to go with it. He hoped Steve would accept it; wished he was sure of it not being met with a furrowed brow and a “you shouldn’t be spending your money on me, Buck.”
He trotted up the steps to their apartment, running a hand through his hair and pushing it back– as if Steve ever cared, although Bucky always caught him looking when it came loose from its pomaded shell to fall across Bucky’s forehead lightly.
The door opened before he could unlock it. “Hey, Buck,” Steve’s cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparkling, and Bucky worried for a second that the pink meant fever; he quashed the thought and paid attention to the actual problem in front of him, which was Steve himself. Who looked.. like he had something behind his back.
“Whatcha got there, huh?” he asked cautiously.
Steve drew out a hand and– “Is that.. is that snow?” Bucky asked incredulously.
“Yup,” Steve gestured with it proudly. “Saved it from last year in case we didn’t get a white one this year. I know you get sore when it don’t snow on Christmas.”
Bucky blushed. “Aw, shucks, Stevie. You didn’t have to go an-” he broke off at the familiar gleam in Steve’s eyes and the way his weight shifted. “Dammit, Rogers, don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
And with a snootful of last year’s snow and his hopes in his pockets, Bucky tackled Steve backwards through the doorway into their apartment, pressing a cold kiss to his smiling lips and kicking the door closed behind him.