The sun beams through the window, casting shadows of the various furniture in the bedroom onto the wall. It shines lines on the bed, where a sleeping figure is smartly facing the other wall, keeping his face out of the bright light. He shuffles and rolls over, not realizing the sun will end up right in his still closed eyes, though he immediately realizes his mistake.
He closes his eyes tighter, then tries throwing his arm over his face, then tries sleeping on his stomach with his head shoved in the pillow, then he tries the blanket over his head. When none of that works, he finally decides to just get up and drink a lot of coffee. Thank God for coffee.
He opens his eyes just a bit and is blinded even more by the sun. Why did someone open the blinds? He asks himself as he rolls out of bed and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Still half asleep and realizing he’s not actually wearing any clothes, he grabs the first piece of clothing his eyes land on and throws it over his shoulders.
He slides his slippers on and shuffles out of the room and down the hallway, eyes half closed and still unknown piece of clothing keeping him just warm enough to not fully wake up yet. His slippers scrape across the carpet as he turns into the kitchen to find one of his boyfriends making breakfast. He goes for the coffee pot immediately.
“Morning, Buck.” He groans, pouring his coffee into his characteristically American mug. He turns to Bucky to kiss him on the cheek, only to be met with a very confused yet entertained look.
“...Uh, nice fur, Steve.” Bucky says. Steve raises his eyebrows as he takes a swig of coffee, only then does he actually look at what he’s wearing. It seems as though he grabbed Zemo’s fur robe in his sleepy daze. He barely even tied it right but still good enough to not be showing too much. Bucky starts chuckling.
“I-I, I didn’t realize…” Steve starts. Bucky starts laughing harder, his bowl of pancake mix he was stirring forgotten on the counter for the moment. Steve turns bright red and sets his mug down on the counter next to said bowl, before frantically walking back to the bedroom to find something else to put on.
“Nice to know you two are the same size!” Bucky yells after him. Steve ducks down into the room and shuts the door firmly once he’s inside. He throws the robe onto the bed and rubs his eyes a bit better before choosing his next outfit.
Bucky is still smiling thinking about it, the fur did make Steve’s chest look nice. He turns back to the bowl of mix and realizes the spoon had fallen into the mixture and was now covered in a gooey mess. He sighs, and opts to just text Zemo about what happened before worrying about the breakfast. The bacon was done already anyway.
You’ll never guess what I just had the pleasure of witnessing. He texts. The three little dots pop up, meaning Zemo is already texting back.
Do tell. It says. Bucky smiles again as he texts it out.
Steve just came in the kitchen, half asleep, wearing your Lynx fur robe. He didn’t even notice. Bucky chuckles as he hits send.
You’re joking.
You’ll be happy to know I’m not. I should’ve taken a picture.
You mean you didn’t? Bucky sighs.
Maybe I can get him to put it back on. He sends back. An evil grin spreads on his face. The three dots pop up again, but go away. Bucky sets his phone, figuring the other was called back to work, and starts fishing the spoon out of the bowl.
“Let’s never speak of that.” Steve says, coming back around the corner. Bucky just smiles at him and dumps the dough into a pan to cook, throwing the spoon into the sink to wash later. Steve grabs his mug and leans on the counter, watching Bucky watch the pancakes cook. “It won’t cook if you watch it.”
“Didn’t your mom tell you that like…” Bucky pauses to think for a second, “almost 80 years ago?” he asks, laughing.
“Superstition runs in the family.” Steve says, Bucky smiles and nods. He runs a spatula under the pancake and flips it perfectly.
“Does that mean you also believe animal fur stands up when something bad is about to happen?” Bucky asks, flipping the second pancake and putting the cooked one on a plate. He pours more mixture into the pan, and finally looks up at Steve when he realizes Steve hasn’t replied. Steve is just glaring at him. Bucky stifles a laugh and focuses on cooking again.
I’ll get them all out tonight. We’ll see what happens then.
Steve feels the counter vibrate and looks down at it. Bucky’s phone is lit up with two texts. He picks it up to check it and sees they’re from Zemo.
“...Buck?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you tell Zemo?” Steve asks, Bucky halts for a second, then flips the pancake to keep it from burning. Steve is glaring at him again.
“Maybe…” Bucky says, adding more pancakes to the tower on the plate.
“You told… the kinkiest one of all of us-”
“Well-”
“That I accidentally put on his fur robe?” Steve finishes. Bucky hides a smile and his mouth becomes a straight line, even though his eyes are filled with humor. “Why would you do that?” He adds.
“We’ll find out later tonight.” Bucky replies, handing Steve a plate of pancakes, bacon, and a fork. “There’s syrup in the fridge.” Bucky tells him, Steve looks dumbfounded as Bucky walks away.
I look forward to it. Bucky’s phone lights up.