“I…should probably check my phone,” Steve said, yawning again before he headed back to his bedroom. There were no messages at all, likely because Mickey herself was just waking up and trying to decide why she was at her own apartment and not at the shop. Steve shrugged and plunked right back down next to Bucky and grinned. “Guess I’m free for today.”

It was actually a wonder that anyone was in the deli when Bucky went over and a good thing that the owner was just upstairs when he woke up and rushed down to open the shop and yell at his employees for not showing up all day. There was a lot of strangeness going on in the city today, but the human mind tended to just ignore the strange and set things into the right order for their minds to understand.

The feelings would pass. Likely. In time.

“So how do you want to spend Christmas Eve? I have to run out and get Nat something. She’s impossible to buy for and I always let it go to the last minute. She told me last year that while,” and he tried to mimic her accent here, “art is wonderful for mothers and girlfriends, I am neither and you will find me something appropriate, Steven.”