“Hey! First dibs!” Steve’s body hurts but that doesn’t stop him from scrambling up to his feet and half climbing over Bucky’s lap to sprint into the kitchen. It’s not that big of an apartment, so there’s no time for Bucky’s longer legs to catch up with him.

As if the whole burning fat thing isn’t a problem, Steve fishes out one of the strips of bacon from the pan, blows on it twice, and eats it like his stomach is made of cast iron. He makes a sort of intense, pleasures sound and then glances over his shoulder as Bucky follows him.

There’s grease on his lips still as he smiles somewhat guiltily. “I like bacon. Don’t waste food.”

Because obviously bacon is the whole point of their conversation now, Steve is going to ignore whatever Bucky is trying to make him feel equally guilty for. Even if he thinks he’d look just as gorgeous with silver in his dark hair.