family matters
Sam Wilson was just about ready to murder his best friend/roommate. Seriously.
From Friday night until now, 2 pm on Sunday, the idiot had been sat at his desk doing work and barely eating- hell, he had even skipped their weekly Sunday breakfast, and that's when Sam decided that it was fucking enough.
"James Buchanan Barnes, get your dumb, boring ass up, we're going out," Sam stormed into his room, where Bucky was sitting at his desk, hunched over a shitload of papers.
"Don't call me that, you sound like my mom," Bucky comments dryly.
"Buckkkkk, can you just sto- Bucky, could you fucking look up for a minute? Like damn, son, would it kill you to make eye contact with another human being?"
"Yes."
"Asshole, come on, we're going out-"
"No, I have shit to do," Bucky whines.
"Come on, we can go to that place I told you about- Asgards, its so good," Sam nags, and walks over to Bucky.
"I went, and no," Bucky replies, and Sam nudges his shoulder.
"If you don't come out with me, I'm calling your mom and telling her that you're doing this to yourself," Sam threatens, and Bucky snorts.
"Yeah, sure, you do that," Bucky teases, and Sam marches out of the room.
Bucky rolls his eyes and picks up his pencil, refocusing his concentration on the work in front of him. A few minutes pass before Sam storms back in, his phone in hand and a classic "You're-fucked" smirk on his face.
"Wha-"
Sam shoves the phone by his hear and Bucky grips it.
"James fucking Buchanan Barnes, you dumbass," Winifred Barnes's shrill voice poured out from the phone on speaker, and Bucky cringes. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Hello to you, too, Mom," he ignores her question. "Nice to speak to you on this fine day."
"Don't be smart with me, honey, I'm in a mood," she retorts.
"Hi Bucky!" Rebecca's voice calls from the background, followed by a crash. "Oops!"
"Becca! Ugh, never mind, I'll deal with that later," Bucky's mom says, and Bucky smiles. He missed his family. He looks up and sees Sam with his arms crossed with a "I told you so" look on his face and Bucky kicks him.
"Ow!"
"James, don't you dare touch Sam. As of now, I like him better than you," Mrs. Barnes retorts, and Bucky sighs.
"Mom, I'm doing fine, just busy with school and stuff-"
"And so that means you can just, I don't know, starve yourself? Give me a break, Bucky," she comments, and Bucky throws a dirty look at Sam, who was rubbing his leg on the spot where Bucky kicked him.
"Mom, it's just a busy weekend, okay? Normally, I'm eating everyday and going out regularly."
"Bucky, you need to maintain a regular schedule. It's good for your mental health. Otherwise you're gonna become a zombie, or something. I don't know, I read something like that in the parenting book," she says, her voice wandering.
"You still read those?"
"Yes, Bucky, because I am a good, responsible parent who cares about her children and would rather not hear about them slowly dying from college work."
"She forgot me at Costco two days ago!" Rebecca calls in the background, and Sam and Bucky laugh.
"That was one time!"
"Mom, you've done that to me at least twice last summer," Bucky says, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Okay, that time when your aunt Ida was giving birth does not count," his mom insists, and Bucky laughs again.
"It was a false alarm, but sure, mom," he responds, and she groans.
"Whatever, just please eat your damn vegetables and whatever," she brushes off his comment.
"Mom, I'm really fine, I'm doing good," Bucky insists, and smiles, thinking of Steve and their breakfast on Friday.
"Meet any cute boys?"
"Mom!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are you coming for Thanksgiving this year?" she asks, and he hears her fumbling with what he thinks are dishes.
"Yeah, I am, and Hanukkah, too," he says, and Sam plops on his bed. "Not missing out on that, again."
"Grandma will be happy to see you- and you better come to shul, too. Your dad would kill you if you don't," she responds.
"God, I don't even remember half of the stuff I learned," he says, thinking of his classes with the Rabbi of the shul, back when he was a teenager.
"Never mind that, I'm just happy you're coming- and that you're currently not dead," she says dryly, and laughs. "I have to go clean up the mess Becca made, I'll call you later on in the week."
"'Kay, bye mom."
"Love you."
"Love you too, Ima," he says, and ends the call. Sam is staring at him from the corner of his bed, with a smug look on his face. "I hate you so much."
"You love me, now let's go get food, because you skipped out on our breakfast this morning and I am hurt because you ditched me," he says, with a fake sad face.
"Yeah, yeah, fine, let's go get some lunch."
***
Sam and Bucky sat across from each in Asgards, sipping their respective glasses of water.
"Dude, no, I am not coming to your house on Christmas again," Bucky says, and Sam groans.
"Come on! I'm coming to you for Hanukkah, the least you can do is indulge my mom and my grandma and just come for the few days," Sam nags, and Bucky sighs.
"Fine, but Grandma Penny better make the damn eggnog."
"Dude, do you actually doubt that she will?"
"True."
"Brothers!"
Thor's booming voice made Bucky jump, and Sam sniggered at his reaction.
"Hello, Thor, nice to see you again," Bucky says dryly.
"Yes, very nice to see you, too, brother. It has been a while since I've seen you on your date. Now you are here with a friend," he looks at Sam. "Hello, Sam, nice to see you."
"Date?"
"It wasn't a date, Thor, it was a meeting," and Sam still looks at Bucky with a confused look on his face. "So, Thor, what do you say you take our orders?"
"Yes, I shall. What would you like?"
After ordering, Sam and Bucky busied themselves with small conversation, and Bucky realizes something- Thor had assumed that him and Steve were on a date, and when he saw him with Sam, he knew they were friends.
"Huh," Bucky says, not realizing it was out loud.
"What?" Sam asks, before he takes a sip of water.
"Wha- oh, nothing," Bucky brushes off the comment, but he knew it wasn't nothing. This meant that to anyone looking at Steve and Bucky, it looked as if it was a date. And that would mean that- it meant that Steve must've looked like he was somewhat interested in Bucky. I mean, Bucky thinks, wouldn't that mean that the two people on the date look interested in each other?
Hm.
"Earth to Bucky," Sam waved his hand in front of Bucky's face.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I was telling you about the time when Riley had turned the stove..."
Right, Bucky thought, that's what he was saying.
***