Written for: pomerqueen. July 20th, 2018 Bucky/Steve/Daisy "Are you jealous?"

"Do you really need three of those?"

Steve dropped the bag of fresh green papayas into the shopping cart, careful not to squish the bread. He pretended the incessant whining in his ear was someone else's kid and not his fellow centenarian/boyfriend. "I'm making a salad."

"Better be enough for you and Daisy because I'm not eating that shit," Bucky said, sticking up his nose.

"What is wrong with you? Papayas are delicious."

"What's wrong with you? They taste like soap."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Stupid jerk."

"Punk." Bucky finished weighing the kiwis and then moved on to the plums. "By the way, where's Daisy? Haven't seen her since we got here."

"I think she's over at the butcher getting steaks," said Steve, vaguely recalling her plans to do a stir fry later that night. "Let's finish up here and then we can go look for her."

When all the necessary produce had been selected, weighed, and bagged, Bucky wheeled the almost full cart ahead of Steve towards the back of the supermarket. They each grabbed a few things along the way, cookies and chips and whatever empty calories they could get away with keeping in the pantry. Daisy had a basket full of fresh meat when they found her by the seafood. She was chatting with a man not wearing an apron or a name tag, meaning he wasn't an employee. This wouldn't be a big deal, except Steve had never seen this man before. One look at Bucky told him he was equally stumped.

The man showed Daisy something in his wallet. She smiled and spoke kindly before he turned his cart towards the canned food aisle and they said goodbye. Daisy waved when she spotted them. "Hey, guys! I got the steak and I also grabbed some ribs. They were on sale. I was thinking we could get salmon? I haven't had fish in a while"

"Sounds great," said Steve. "Who were you talking to just now?"

"Just an old friend of mine," she said while checking the price for a pound of Atlantic salmon. "We were in the same orphanage for a while before he got adopted. I may have had a little crush on him."

"Is that so?" Bucky said, folding his arms. "Do we need to have a talk with him?"

"Knock it off, Buck," Steve said, though it was a weak attempt at being the mature one and they all knew it.

"Are you guys seriously jealous?" Daisy asked eyebrow raised.

"No!" They said in unison. Bucky glared at Steve, who glared back so hard his face hurt.

Maybe they were a tiny bit jealous.

Daisy shook her head. "Men, I swear…"

Bucky snaked an arm around her waist. "We just love you so much, Doll. Don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me. He was showing me pictures of his wife and their new baby," Daisy said. "And at the risk of feeding into your egos, you two have completely ruined me for all other men. No one will ever satisfy me like you do."

"Thank you, our egos are pleased," Bucky said, puffing out his chest. Steve would be lying if he said he didn't instinctively do the same. "What do you guys say when we're done, we get some pizza?"

"I could go for a meat lovers," said Steve.

"Okay, but you guys had better not eat all the mushroom pizza again before-" Daisy paused as she looked into their cart. The entire top layer was nothing but Oreos, Doritos, and ice cream sandwiches. She shot them a look. "Really?"

Bucky shrugged innocently. "We saved some space for your rocky road. Don't worry."

Daisy rolled her eyes, then turned to Steve with a sickly sweet smile. "How about a papaya stir fry for tomorrow?"

Steve grinned as Bucky turned green. "Sounds good to me."

"You guys suck…" Bucky muttered.

Steve and Daisy planted wet kisses on his cheeks and all was right with the world.