"You lied to me?"
"N-No. I omitted-"
"Omission is lying's best friend, Buck."
"Stevie, it's not a big deal."
"It really is, Buck! You told me $20 was more than enough to cover my half. And I have to hear from the landlord that our rent is not $40, but $65?"
"Steve, calm down before you hurt yourself."
"If anyone in this room is getting' hurt, it sure as hell ain't me, Buck!"
Steve rushed at Bucky, pushing his open palms into the brunette's chest, barely knocking him back on his heels.
"You want a fight, Rogers? Fine. If that's what will make you feel better, I'll fight you. But what good can come of it, huh? You deck me, I deck you, we both walk away bloody and hurt. Or-" Bucky placed both of his open hands on Steve's shoulders and puffed a gentle sigh. "We can sit down and talk about this like the adults we're pretending to be."
Steve felt his anger slowly draining as the blood rushed to his cheeks, feeling ashamed and childish. He lowered his balled up fists and felt them hit his hip bones.
He was embarrassed that his first reaction was to become violent, and his heaving chest blossomed with the cool spread of his relaxation. Bucky pulled him in, wrapping his arms around Steve's head and resting his chin on the soft blonde hair.
"Just trying to help you out, you know? I have the money, you don't. You've got enough problems with your health and all that and I just..." Buck sighed and extended his arms, shifting his finger under Steve's chin to lift his face. "Tryin' to help out a little punk."
"I'm no charity case, Buck."
"I know."
"I'll pay you back every cent."
"You don't have to."
"I know." Steve tugged himself farther into Bucky's embrace. "I want to."