Steve's P.O.V.:

Coffee stopped brewing thirty minutes ago, Bucky usually wakes up when he smells it. Maybe I should check on him.

Steve got to Bucky's door and reached his hand up to knock before stopping himself.

You're being clingy again Roger's. He needs to do these things in his own time. He's made so much progress, you don't want to endanger that.

Steve stepped back, trying to walk away but found his hand on the door handle anyway.

Maybe I'll just make sure he's okay. He might be having a flashback.

He cracked the door open slowly and found Bucky sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, typing out something on his phone. His long hair was messy from the pillow and he was rubbing the sleep from one of his steal blue eyes with his metal hand. The touch screen on his phone only registered the flesh hand. His bed sheets were tangled as his feet on the floor and his eyes met with up with Steve's. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" he joked, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

Steve tried to find his footing, as he suddenly felt unstable. Like the floor had been ripped from beneath him. "I…The coffee was getting cold and I didn't know if you wanted any."

"Of course I do. Unless you want a rematch of last week when we ran out of creamer." Bucky got up looking back down at his phone finishing up a message.

"You're texting people?" Steve didn't mean for that to come out defensive.

Bucky looked up at the slightly taller man. "Yeah, Natasha is going to be on her way in a little while with Sam. I guess we're riding with them to the water park.

Steve definitely forgot about the water park. In fact, he was pretty sure that he dreamed that whole day.

Bucky laughed and slugged Steve in the arm. "What's a matter with you? You got the same look on as you did when I showed up at your door."

Steve shook himself out of it and smiled back at Bucky. "Nothing. I just haven't had any coffee yet. I was actually waiting for you. Never felt right anyway, sitting alone at the coffee table." Steve could have sworn he saw Bucky melt for half a second. Like he was just about to fall into his arms and everything would be okay. But instead, He walked right past him with a smile on his face and into the kitchen.

How am I ever going to survive this?

Just then Steve's phone vibrated. A message from Sam.

Sam: Made any progress yet?

Steve looked over to Bucky, who was now pouring some coffee for himself.

Steve: No…and I don't think I'm going to. It's just too risky. Bucky is finally coming around. He woke up in a good mood today. BEFORE COFFEE.

Sam: And you don't think YOU have any part in that? Great I already told Clint's wife you would be bring your boyfriend along.

Steve's eyes widened as he had a miniature panic attack.

Steve: YOU WHAT?!

Sam: Relax…I didn't actually say that. Natasha did.

Steve: You two are the worst. When will you be here? Natasha distracted Bucky, we haven't had coffee yet.

Sam: Why does Bucky being distracted keep you from coffee?

Steve: Bucky can only text with one hand, It takes him a while. And….I waited until he got out of bed. We always spend the morning together.

Steve looked over at Bucky again, who was carefully mixing liquid ratios in a mug.

Sam: You two disgust me. I'll buy you some time. Want any donuts?

Steve: This is why I run faster than you.

Sam: fine, starve. You better hope that super soldier potion keeps you alive."

Steve rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen to find Bucky at the table with his coffee and an extra mug on the table next to him.

"I made it the way you like….I think." Bucky smiled up at him from the table.

"Thanks Buck." Steve sat down next to him and sipped the coffee while Bucky looked at him with anticipation. There was too much creamer in it, and it was caramel instead of hazelnut. "Mmm. It's perfect." Steve wrapped his hands around the mug.
Bucky frowned, "I did it wrong."

Steve looked at him, "What? No, it's delicious. I like it."

"No you don't." Bucky replied, seeing through Steve. "I remember the first time you ever drank a coffee Steve, you can't hide things from me. When you REALLY like something, you crinkle your nose a little bit."

Steve blushed and looked down into his coffee.

Does he really notice that much about me?

"But I still don't know what that is…That's new." Bucky spoke as if he was talking to himself.

A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts. Steve rose to get it. "You finish your coffee. I don't want you dealing with people before you've had at least one cup."

He opened the door to Natasha and Sam. Sam had a frown on his face and looked defeated. "She didn't let me get donuts. Now I'M going to starve" he mumbled as Steve stepped to the side to let them in.

"I like what you've done to the place." Natasha noted.

Steve looked around, noticing all the new nic nacs Bucky brought to the place. New pictures of them from going out to restaurants and bowling, a coupled new house plants that were very vibrant and brought a nice tone to the room, and some of Steve's drawings that Bucky had framed and placed on the walls.

"You have a nice eye, James." Natasha finished scanning the room with Steve. Sam had already sat down next to Bucky and helped himself to Steve's coffee.

"Well I was a sniper." Bucky joked.

"Clint and his family are making their way to the park now. No word from Bruce and Tony yet. We should probably get going if we want to meet them there." Sam interrupted.

"Let me just grab some trunks for us and we're ready to go." Steve made his way to Bucky's room first, calling back to the kitchen. "Red and black ones okay Buck?"

"Yeah that's fine, thanks"

Steve's phone buzzed as he grabbed Bucky's swim clothes.

Sam: How cute.

Steve shoved his phone back in his pocket and made his way to his own room, shooting a glare at Sam as he passed.

He came back shoving both their swim gear along with some other things they may need into a small pack.

"Really Steve? Star spangled trunks?" Natasha pointed out.

Bucky laughed as he took his last swig of coffee, nearly losing it through his nose. "You should see his underwear collection."

Steve blushed furiously and made his way to the door. "Can we just go?"

Steve checked his phone again at the car while waiting for his team to catch up.

Sam: Dude, he pays attention to your underwear for crying out loud. Tell him!

Steve: He's oblivious for a reason. Let it go.

Sam shook his, holding his phone as the rest of the group approached Natasha's car.

Steve held the door open for her as she got in the driver's seat tapping at her phone. "Thanks handsome." She said without looking at him.

Steve closed the door for her and got in the seat behind her expecting Sam to be by his side. He heard a buzz next to him and saw Bucky instead, pulling out his phone again.