AUTHORS NOTE: for reading this far, this has been my favorite fanfiction to write. Just wanna say now that this story will have a large number of chapters. Next 3 chapters written, but i still need to edit them. Anyway, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy!
Bucky awoke to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. He walked in yawning and stretching."Shit. Natasha! You said you would help me!" Steve stood over a pan of quickly blackening pancakes that were beginning to smoke. Bucky ran over and tried using the plastic spatula to pry them from the pan, but it was so hot the spatula began to melt."Oh fuck. We need to cool it down in the sink." Bucky put the pan in the sink, then turned on the water."It's ok, Steve. I like mine burnt anyway." Bucky said, laughing. Steve's cheeks reddened and he leaned against the counter."Sorry. I've never cooked pancakes before. I thought you'd like a big breakfast after living like a homeless man." Bucky laughed again and turned off the sink."Are we still gonna have pancakes?" Bucky questioned. Natasha walked in, still wearing a tank top and a pair of flannel pants."Hey. I could smell the failure from Steve's room." "What the hell were you doing? I had no clue how to cook these stupid things." "Steve, you need to learn to just-"she was cut off by a burnt pancake hitting her across the face. Bucky smiled like an idiot, even though she turned to him, face livid with rage. He giggled and ran around the counter as she held up the plastic spatula. Steve grabbed the spatula from her and put a hand up to stop Bucky."Calm down. We shouldn't be throwing pancakes at each other or threatening with spatulas. It's only our first morning living together." Bucky stealthily took another pancake from the counter and threw it at Steve. He gave a steady glare at a laughing Bucky and an amused Natasha, then dropped his hands."Let's just eat breakfast at McDonald's." Steve said, and walked out of the room to change. The two ex-assassins burst out laughing in the kitchen.
"Whoa, there Bucky. You're acting like you having eaten in a week."Natasha watched, amazed, as Bucky inhaled the stack of "hotcakes" in front of him."Before last nights dinner, it had been 6 days." he said over a full mouth of food. Natasha looked at Steve, brow furrowed, and then asked Bucky where he slept."Well, for a couple of days I stayed behind a Walmart, and then I just started sleeping on park benches. They were more comfortable." Steve looked down, silently thanking himself for finding Bucky before it was too late."Buck, how did you find me?" Bucky stopped chewing and looked up."I didn't. I've been looking for you ever since the river, though. I eventually gave up that night and just happened to fall asleep at the reflection pool. I couldn't even tell where I was." Natasha smiled a little at the situation, how they just happened to find each other."How was that shower last night? I'm sure it felt good after being a hobo for a while." They all laughed at Natasha's comment, and then returned to eating. (Although Bucky had never stopped.)
Once they got back to the apartment, they had a movie day. They sat and watched a LOT of Disney movies (forced by Natasha), the entire Harry Potter series (Steve was curious) and some action classics (Bucky, obviously). They ate popcorn and candy and didn't really care about what time it was until the sun began to rise. They then went to bed and spent the next day mostly sleeping.( Bucky's nightmares presumably stopped because of how tired he was.) It was a good two days.