Steve Rogers carefully scrubbed the plaque in the Trophy Room, ignoring the sound of someone stomping into the corridor, until the noise stopped directly behind him.
"What the hell were you thinking Steve?"
Steve didn't stop cleaning, "Hello to you too Buck."
"Starting a fight with Rumlow!"
"He was picking on Peter Parker."
"That doesn't mean you had to punch him in the eye!"
Steve turned around, putting the polishing cloth down by his side. He looked up at his best friend, who still looked fairly angry.
"I don't like bullies."
Bucky threw his arms up, "Then get a professor or something!"
Steve sighed and leaned back against the Trophy case. This was not the first time he and Bucky had had this argument. Nor, he suspected, would it be the last. "There was no professor Buck."
"There sure was when you got caught and thrown in detention! How many is this?"
"I…"
"How many?"
"This year? 12?"
"12? It's still first term Steve!" Bucky dropped down so he was sitting across from his best friend on the Trophy Room floor. Steve just shrugged. "You need to be more careful Steve!" Bucky sighed, "Heimdall might throw you off the Quidditch Team if you keep this up, or Fury might keep you from Hogsmede."
"Don't you think you're overacting?"
"No. Promise you'll be more careful."
"Buck…"
"Promise."
Steve put one hand over his heart and raised the other, "I swear I'll be more careful."
Bucky smirked, "Thank you." He scanned over the trophy Steve had been cleaning. Then he leaned back on his hands, "You missed a spot."