“Oh-- Oh. You meant you.” Steve mocked shock before he grinned and stepped aside. “Yeah okay. Come on in. I just want to reserve the right to trade up if anyone else hotter happens to come along.” Steve was constantly struck by how easy it was to get along with Bucky. They might have only shared a kiss, which had been as awkward as it was wonderful, and Bucky was more or less apartment bound at all times, but he didn’t care. Steve himself was more of a stay in guy during the winter too. Going to see the tree or ice skating at Rockefeller Center was for the tourists…not guys that got sick a little too easily.

He set up the table in the kitchen for two as Bucky dropped the tray in the center and then went back to the door to shut and lock it because you couldn’t be too careful.

They were just sitting down to sharing the food that Bucky brought him when Steve glanced over at his…friend.

“This is going to sound odd, but… Is it just me or does it feel weird? Not because you brought me breakfast closer to dinner…I love that! But I just woke up too. So breakfast works… But how did you know? I feel like I should be at work… It’s the busiest night of the year almost.”