The Star-Spangled Snowman
It was still early when Steve woke up, he stretched, carefully avoiding a sleeping Bucky. He got up and quietly snuck out of the room, hoping to surprise Bucky with breakfast in bed.
He made his way to the kitchen, but halted when he passed the large picture window in their living room. Outside, the whole world was covered in snow. The first of the season. Steve had always loved snow, and even his 70-year sleep in the ice couldn't put a damper on that. Looking at the snow, he remembered how he and Bucky used to go to the park and built a snowman.
His breakfast plans forgotten, he barged back into the bedroom.
'Bucky,' He whispered loudly. 'Wake up.'
When Bucky didn't stir, he slowly shook him by the shoulders.
'Bucky, come on, there's snow!' He whispered even louder, continuing to shake the brunet.
'Steve, let me sleep.' Bucky groaned. 'It's too early.' He said as he snuggled deeper into the blankets.
'I know, but there is snow, and it is still fresh, we can make the first footprints. Come on!' Steve said enthusiastically. 'And we can build a snowman like we used to do as kids.'
Remembering the times Steve was referring to, Bucky was no longer able to ignore the blond.
'Fine, let's make a snowman.'
'Thank you!' Steve yelled, hugging Bucky tightly.
'Steve, super strength, you're smothering me.' Bucky wheezed.
'Oops, sorry, let me just get my coat.' Steve said, before running out the room, looking for his coat.
'Don't forget your scarf.' Bucky yelled after him, as he had always done when they were younger: making sure Steve didn't get sick.
'You know I am no longer a sickly child right?' Steve yelled back.
Bucky chuckled softly and shook his head. Getting up from bed and searching for something warm to put on.
A little later they met up in the yard, Steve stubbornly without a scarf.
'So let's get this thing started.' Steve said, packing snow together to form their snowman.
Half an hour later they had a three tier snowman, and while Steve ran inside to get a hat and scarf for their snowman, Bucky scourged the yard for branches and stones for the arms and face.
When Steve came back outside, he took one look at the snowman and collapsed in a fit of giggles. Bucky could only find one branch that could double as an arm, so he took of his own metal arm and attached it to snowman. And to make it worse he had given the snowman, long brown hair made of leaves.
'So do you like Snow Bucky?' Bucky said, proud grin on his face.
Steve, who was out of breath from the laughing, just nodded, face streaming with tears.
'Come here,' Bucky said 'Let's get you inside.'
A few hours later, Steve was sitting on the couch, covered in a blanket, slowly sipping soup, his nose red and dripping.
Bucky sat down next to him, slinging his reattached arm around the blonde's shoulders.
'Told you to wear a scarf.'