One
Steve never asked his parents for anything, so instead of borrowing money from them, he found himself a nice little job at the closet coffee shop. It was a few minutes' walk from campus, the coffee was reasonably priced and there was free Wi-Fi, which made it popular with the students. Most of the staff were students themselves. It was the perfect job.
Steve got on well with most of the students who came in and out of the door, he was friendly enough to the ones he didn't. Until, the exchange student turned up. He had been from America originally but then transferred to Russia and then transferred back. By the state of him, Steve was surprised that he could even afford to go to college, let alone stay there. Worst of all, he seemed to hate Steve.
The cold air of autumn snuck in every time the door was opened, the warmth in the coffee shop had caused the windows to mist up. There were more customers in the store than usual, seeking out the warmth of a good coffee. Barton was scribbling down orders and sliding them down the counter to Steve, who was working the coffee machine, alongside Bruce. As quickly and as carefully, they passed them onto Natasha, who rung up the till and counted change. They worked as a team. As one.
After a particular busy rush, the queue had steadied out but the tables were growing increasingly messier. "Go help pretty boy" Nat said, throwing change into the cash register.
Steve sighed and grabbed a cloth from the counter. Although, Stark looked like he was trying, he wasn't keeping up. He cleared three tables before he thought it would be enough to go back to the counter. However, just at that moment, Stark decided that he was going to go on his break, leaving Steve with no choice but to carry on cleaning the tables. Stark was royal pain in the ass. Muttering, he got back to work, wishing Stark would get fired, he was nothing more than a spoiled rich brat. He only worked here because his father had forced him too. Without realising it, he was furiously scrubbing at a table that was still occupied.
The boy that sat there didn't seem to notice either, his head buried in a book. It was only when Steve had hit the coffee cup that tipped over onto the boy's book did they both look up. Steve was shocked, his eyes and mouth open. The Russian exchange student stared at him, his eyes glinting. "I am so sorry…" He began, standing the cup back on its end. The boy carried on staring, the coffee on his book dripping onto his lap. "I'll get some napkins! So sorry! I'm so sorry!" He scrambled off.
When he came back, the boy had put his book down on the table and was tapping his fingers impatiently. Steve handed him the napkins, his whole face bright red. He snatched them off of him and dabbed at himself and his book. He was worried that he had permanently damaged the book, which already looked worse for wear. Natasha appeared at Steve's side, "we're very sorry about this unfortunate accident." She glared at Steve. He gulped. Between them both, they shared the same angry glint's in their eyes.
The boy cocked his head to the side, much like a puppy, "a ty govorish' po russki?"
She smiled and nodded. Steve watched helplessly as they spoke in rapid Russian to each other. Finally, Natasha turned to him, "Bucky accepts your apologies and said that you're an idiot." Bucky smiled and stood. "His coffee is free. Go back to the coffee machines before we get busy again. I had Stark cover but he's useless."
Steve muttered another sorry and hurried back to the coffee machine, his whole face scarlet. He was certain he hated him now.