I, as always, am alone in my one room apartment with the news on. It's not that I don't want people over, it's that no one wants to be here. All this news is crap lies and cellebrity gossip. I opened my fridge that is almost empty, I should have actually brought stuff at that flea market. What was so distracting - Right...

"It has been rumored that the Super Husbands aren't doing so super," the woman on the TV said as it cut to a clip of Steve and Tony. I picked up the remote on the kitchen counter to change it but then it zoomed in to Tony wearing his ring as a charm on a necklace like he always does and Steve not wearing his.

"Its unclear who said what, but it is clear that the Stark household isnt all its pretending to be."

The door knob jiggled.

Someone was trying to get in. Everything in the world around me went silent and the person beyond the door was as loud as a train horn. I put the remote down and traded it for my gun. I pushed my hair out of my face and started for the door as I check on the amount of bullets on the gun. My heart beat made its way up to my throat and I tried not to freak out and keep a clear head.

No one knowns about this place. No one should even know that I have a place to my own in the first place. I havent done anything wrong in a long time! I dont deserve to be attaked in my own home like this!

The door opened and Steve entered, with a gun pointed to his head. He looked up at me unphased by my anxiety, "Bucky, if you're going to do this every time I come in, I'll give the key back."

He dropped a duffel bag of his on the floor and closed the door behind him.

"I'm sorry..." I put the gun down and the rest of the world slowly joined me again.

"Now I wonder if Captain Rogers Stark can even file for divorce," the woman on the TV commented, "since the Captain was Stark's father's work-"

"Turn this junk off Bucky," he jumped to the TV and pressed the off switch. He seemed almost embarrassed that the entirety of his marriage problems were being broadcasted. Wonder why...

"Sorry, it's was just on the..." I tried to explain, "It was real news before that..." I looked down not wanting to see my friend upset.

The room was full of nothing and neither one of us knew what to say besides "Why are you here?" unsure of how to say it kinder.

Steve took off his jacket and shoes. "I didn't want to fight in front of Peter again so I was wondering if I could crash on your couch?" He didn't look so good, "I texted you, didn't you see it?"

Steve reached for my flip phone that was on the counter. It's been "dead" for about two days. Why do you have to charge them so often? It's inconvenient and people communicated just fine before these carry phones were ever around.

"I'd say yes but, I really only have a mattress," I walked over to the living room in my sweater, boxers, and warm socks. Hey, I'm home I don't have to wear anything that I don't want.

He shook his head, "It's fine I'll sleep on the floor if you don't-"

"Steve it's fine, you can take the bed," it would be nice to have someone near me at night who wasn't also trying to torture secrets out of me.

I don't think Steve and I have hung out as just two guys with no mission or target since before I enlisted. I still feel bad about that, I was willing to leave him behind just because I wanted to be brave.

In the end I guess it worked out because here we are now, sitting on my mattress, watching a movie about... Something about a family and a dog, I think.

I was reading that 1984 book, Steve said it's important to try and catch yourself up. Steve on the other hand, was on his phone silently looking at pictures of him and Tony on some beach.

"Hey," I closed my book trying to distract Steve from his phone. "It's getting late, we should go to bed."

"Yeah sure," he plugged up his phone as I got up to lock the door and turn the light off.

The spare blankets in the closet aren't really spare but my second layer for when the heater stops working. I laid it down on the floor but Steve stopped me and said "It's your bed, it's big enough for us to share." And so I laid next to him.

This isn't weird. Just two pals sleeping next to each other a day after they totally platonically made out while one is getting a divorce and the other has had feelings for said pal for about 60 years. Not weird.

After about 20 minutes Steve fell asleep with only me and my anxiety to keep me up. There's this breathing technique I was reading about where you imagine your breath is the wind in a meadow and if you breath too hard, you'll hurt the flowers and trees. So calm the meadow and it should be...

Steve rolled over and grabbed my torso and placed his head in the crook of my neck. His leg found itself in between mine and he pressed his hips to my side. "I love you Tony," he kissed my neck and then fell back asleep.