A/N: Not too much depth to this one. Inspired by Tumblr. Also, I could have sworn the shark on Sharkleberry Finn Kool-Aid rode a skateboard, not a surfboard. Was that just me?

Sam came in from his evening run, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "I beat the pizza guy?" he asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Nope," Bucky said from the counter, barely visible from Sam's vantage point behind a stack of pizza boxes. It took a lot of pizza to feed two super soldiers.

"It just got here," Steve said. "Grab a plate."

Pizza and movie night had quickly become a facet of modern life that Bucky and Steve had happily accepted. Sam pretended he didn't see the little notebook Steve used to take notes during the movies in his attempt to decipher pop culture references. Bucky seemed content just to get lost in the stories. As for Sam, everything they'd watched so far was something he'd already seen, but he was getting a surprising amount of joy just watching the two of them watch everything for the first time.

"Alright," Sam said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "We got pizza, we got garlic bread, we got soda, we got…Whatcha makin'?" Bucky was stirring something red in a pitcher.

"Kool-Aid," he replied, pulling out the spoon and tapping it on the edge.

Sam blinked. "Kool-Aid?" He hadn't been expecting that.

Bucky shrugged and poured himself a glass. "Yeah. Saw it in the store, thought it might be fun. We used to make it when we were kids." He took a sip, and for a moment, a little smile sparkled in his eyes—the one that meant he was in a good place, and Sam saw Steve noticing it and grinning. Bucky set down his glass and poured another that he handed to Steve.

"Just like Ma used to make," Steve said after taking a taste.

"Yeah, except your ma never let you have the red kind after that one time you spilled it on the sofa," Bucky smirked.

Steve grimaced. "Yeah, that wasn't pretty. We didn't manage to get it out, did we?"

"No. And me trying to help got me whipped for it too. You know his mother hit me with a spoon?" he said, turning innocent eyes to Sam.

Sam chuckled. "Oh, I would have paid to see that. So, wait, they had Kool-Aid back in your day?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes. "You know, I was gonna offer you a glass, Wilson, but now you're gonna have to come get your own," he said, moving away from the pitcher.

Sam chuckled and Steve shook his head. "Yes, we had Kool-Aid. Like six flavors, but still."

"You should have seen him trying to pick a flavor in the store," Bucky said, nodding at Steve.

"There are way too many now," Steve insisted.

"Yeah, you guys probably had just the boring flavors, right?" Sam asked, searching the cabinet for a cup. "Orange, grape, stuff like that?"

"Well, there was cherry, which is what we went with," Steve said, gesturing at the pitcher. "Uh, something green…"

"Lemon-lime," Bucky said with a shudder. "Blech."

"Yeah, I think people still don't like that one," Sam agreed, pouring himself a glass. "We've got some cool flavors now, though. All those exotic fruit mixes, berry blast, raspberry lemonade, Sharkleberry Finn…"

Bucky and Steve both looked at him suspiciously. "You're making that up," Steve said.

"No!" Sam insisted. "It's like a pink fruit punch kind of thing. Got a shark on a skateboard or something on the front." Neither of them looked convinced. Sam sighed. "It was a 90's thing. You really had to be there for the 90's. They still make the flavor, though. Stop looking at me like that, Barnes."

It had been a while since Sam had had Kool-Aid, and he brought the glass to his lips, ready for a wave of nostalgia. He took a sip, choked, and just managed to swallow. "What the hell is this?" he demanded.

"What?" Steve and Bucky both looked confused.

"What is wrong with this Kool-Aid?"

They both took an experimental sip. Bucky shrugged. "Tastes fine to me," Steve said.

"Wh—?" Sam spluttered. "No. This is like water, and…and sadness. How much sugar did you put in this?"

"Um," Bucky looked thoughtful. "About a quarter of a cup. Did I do it wrong?" This last was addressed to Steve, with that lost-puppy look he got when he had trouble remembering things.

"No," Steve assured him quickly. "No, that's how we always did it."

Bucky looked relieved, but Sam rolled his eyes. Yes, he was supposed to be the sensitive counselor one, but you had to draw your lines somewhere. "No. No. This is…" He shook his head and dumped his drink out in the sink. "I've tried to be nice with your weird 40's food things, with the, with the boiled vegetables and you." He pointed an accusing finger at Steve. "With all the stuff in the Jell-O."

"I like Jell-O," Bucky put in.

"Hush," Sam replied. "But this is too much. This is a disgrace to the name of Kool-Aid." He grabbed the sugar container and snatched up the measuring cup they kept inside, using it to dump most of a cup of sugar into the pitcher.

Steve's eyes widened. "That's…" he began as Sam picked up the spoon and started stirring vigorously. "That's a lot of sugar."

"You two are seriously worse than my grandma. You know the Depression's been over for, like, eighty years now, right? We can afford sugar. And they're not rationing it any more either. We've got enough to treat this Kool-Aid right," Sam informed them, pouring himself a glass of the re-sweetened liquid. "Ah," he said with a sigh of satisfaction. "This is what Kool-Aid should taste like."

The two super-soldiers eyed the pitcher warily. Bucky looked at Steve, shrugged, then got a second glass and poured himself a small amount. "That," he said with a grimace after taking a swallow. "Is like drinking syrup."

"Philistine," Sam replied, shaking his head.