Sam wasn't particularly surprised when he came home from visiting his sister to find the fridge filled with a mass amount of fresh vegetables. Steve had also been out, so that only left Bucky. Bucky was a fanatic of going to the farmers markets on Saturdays. Sam had to admit, he was proud of the guy for leaving the apartment to get out and do stuff. Like go food shopping, especially since the guy only had one arm.
He walked over to the fruit bowl that was set up like a freaking oil painting or a magazine spread. He went to pick up an apple when he heard Bucky clear his throat.
"Hey Bucky."
"Sam" he greeted. "What are you doing?"
He frowned. "Grabbing an apple."
Bucky shook his head. "Not yours."
His frown deepened. "Um... what?"
"Sorry, but I bought you separate food."
"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling deeply offended. He wasn't sure what Bucky was trying to imply, but he wasn't at all impressed.
Bucky, although his expression was totally deadpan, didn't convey anger or irritation, but he seemed oddly curious, which threw Sam off. "Well, I went to the farmers markets and bought this stuff since its organic."
"Since when did you care about organic food?" Sam asked.
"I was doing some research on the tablet" he said.
"Oh, right." Sam totally forgot that Steve had left his tablet for Bucky to play around on. It kept him amused since he didn't really like doing much of anything. He usually spent his time huddled away in Steve's room, grunting answers and hiding away from responsibilities.
Bucky walked closer, seeming cautious. He picked up the apple Sam had been eyeing off and took a bite. He sat on the bench.
"Do you really have to be such an absolute caveman?"
Bucky looked like he was thinking about it. "Hmm... perhaps" he decided on. He pulled his legs up to his chest.
"Feet off the bench."
Bucky looked at him, giving him the ultimate childish, pouting, sad face.
"Oh god" Sam shook his head.
"Don't make me tell Steve" Bucky said.
Sam shook his head. "This is my house-"
"What are you gonna do? Kick me out?"
"Don't try me. Anyway, why are you acting like some sixteen year old?"
"I'm not. Just hungry."
"Okay. Well, I guess I can ask you why I can't eat the organic food. Steve gives you the money to buy food."
"Well, Steve wrote a list of foods we needed. 'We' being Steve and me. He gave me a separate list of things you wanted, so I spent Steve's money on organic food and the money you gave me on the non-specified if needing to be organic or not food."
"That is so stupid. We could all just eat the same food."
Bucky nodded. "That is a good point." He put the apple core next to him on the bench and slipped off the bench. He opened the fridge and started pulling ingredients out.
Sam grabbed an apple from Bucky's organic fruit bowl and ate it anyway. Fuck this food division shit. "What are you making?"
"A smoothie."
Sam raised a brow. "A smoothie?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Bucky... this is so unlike you."
Bucky shrugged. "Would you like some?"
"Is that kale?"
"Yes."
Sam frowned. He didn't even know if he had eaten kale. He frowned. "I will try a bit."
Bucky nodded and opened the pantry.
"You bought everything organic."
He nodded. "I did."
"You bought organic almond milk?"
"Weird isn't it?" Bucky said, frowning as he set the carton on the bench. "I wonder how they milk almonds" he muttered.
Sam shook his head. "Everything you do is weird."
Bucky looked at him. "Are you saying that this isn't what everyone drinks?"
"God no."
"It seems popular on the internet."
"'On the internet' explains everything."
"Hm" he shrugged. He passed the carton to Sam. "Um... could you please open it?"
Sam nodded. "Course." He opened it, passing the carton back to Bucky. "You having troubles with opening stuff?"
Bucky ignored him.
"Hey, don't make this about your pride. If you need help you can ask me. You know that, don't you?"
When Bucky said nothing Sam touched his shoulder. "Hey, you can open up a little."
Bucky looked at him.
"I can't say I understand how you feel, but it helps to talk about these things."
"I just..."
Sam felt a strange privilege. Bucky was going to open up to him! He hoped that Bucky wouldn't realize he was crossing his fingers.
He shrugged. "I don't know" he said, clamming up again.
Sam tried to hide his disappointment, but decided against saying anything. He watched as Bucky started to randomly chuck seemingly random ingredients into the blender.
"Um... how did you go while Steve and me were out?"
Bucky looked at him, a small frown on his face. Apparently he wasn't going to open up to Sam and he turned the blender on.
Sam decided not to push Bucky to talk about things he didn't want to talk about. He leaned against the bench, finishing the apple.
Bucky turned the blender off and poured a glass for Sam. "Yours" he basically grunted before pouring his own and disappearing back to Steve's room.
Sam looked at the drink. It didn't look particularly friendly. It actually looked rather pretentious and... green. It looked just like green sludge. He grimaced as he held the glass to his lips, taking a sip. He groaned. It was weird, but he was sure he could get used to it.
