Clumsy Hands and Dirty Floors
The sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up the room and landing square on Bucky’s face. He grumbled from where he was curled in Steve’s arms and cracked his eyes open. They landed on the clock, and he groaned before turning toward Steve and tucking his face into his neck, settling back down into the warmth of his partner. Steve’s arms tightened around him and one of his hands moved up to play with Bucky’s hair.
“Good morning sweetheart,” Steve whispered. Bucky made a small, disappointed noise and burrowed into the warmth surrounding him.
“No, ‘s too early,” he complained, and Steve chuckled, his hand still buried in Bucky's hair.
“Still don’t know what qualifies as 'time to get up' for you, but normal people are usually up by 8. Which was 2 hours ago,” Steve nudged him in the ribs, and Bucky moved his head only enough to peek up at Steve with narrowed eyes.
“You sayin’ ‘m not normal?” he asked accusingly.
Steve gave him a flat stare. “Yes. That was exactly what I was saying,” he responded in an equally flat voice, but Steve’s hand continued to poke him, and his hair was still being played with, so Bucky let it slide for now.
They laid there for a while, contently taking in each other’s presence. Bucky was close to falling asleep again when Steve shifted, and he made a small sound when Steve made to get up.
“Nature calls, honey, then I’m taking a shower. Why don’t you get up and make some breakfast,” he glanced at the clock. “Or lunch, I suppose.”
“Mmm,” Bucky responded, lazily waving as Steve walked towards the bathroom. He waited until the shower started to run before he decided to move.
His bare feet padded on the wood floors as he made his way to the kitchen. He squinted at the bright light when he flipped the switch, and he wished he had shut the curtains the night before, the sunlight only adding to the brightness. He groped around blindly in a cupboard for the coffee, smiling when he found the box of caffeine.
He could hear the shower turn off as he prepared the coffee maker. Steve and his short-ass military showers, he thought. He was just reaching into one of the higher shelves for a mug when the hand bracing him on the counter slipped, and he knocked several mugs off of the shelf, where they shattered on the floor. He stared in shock at the mess surrounding him, and the little glass chips embedded in his bare feet. The pain had just started to register when he heard footsteps thundering down the hallway. Steve rushed into the room, his eyes wild and his hair still damp from the shower. When he saw nothing but Bucky and the broken cups, he relaxed, until he saw the glass and ceramic chips in Bucky’s feet. He carefully made his way over to his boyfriend, stepping around pieces of mugs scattered around the kitchen. He was glad he had put on slippers after his shower, or else there would have been two of them in this dilemma. He got to Bucky’s side, and he carefully picked him up and made his way back to their bedroom.
“You okay?” he asked, setting Bucky down on the bed and getting their med kit from the bathroom.
“Besides the glass in my feet, I’m fine,” Bucky snarked. Steve grinned a little, then got to work carefully removing each piece of glass, then cleaning and bandaging each little cut.
“Don’t you think that’s a little excessive?” Buck asked as Steve covered each cut individually.
“Nope,” he responded, finishing with the last one and packing up the med kit.
“You know,” Steve commented, “It’s normally the other way around.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What, you being an idiot on missions, refusing to go to medical, then me having to patch you up?” Steve nodded.
“I’m not sure I like it the other way around,” Steve confessed.
Bucky’s eyes softened. “It’s fine, Steve. Whatever happens, I know you’ll come and save me. Plus, if anyone ever attacks the city with, like, enchanted cups, you’ve got experience in that department,” he joked. Steve snorted, then dragged Bucky down to cuddle in bed.
“You bet I’ll save you,” he mumbled into Bucky’s hair.
Bucky laughed again. “Of course. My hero!”
Steve pulled him closer and closed his eyes. “Let’s not get out of bed today,” he mumbled.
“I’m down for that,” Bucky said. “Love you, Steve.”
Steve squeezed Bucky a little tighter. “Love you too.”