"Oh my GOD! Will you please change the channel?!" Bucky groans, dramatically throwing his head back.
"No." Sam deadpans, not bothering to look over at Bucky.
"Come on man, you've had the TV all day! Give up the remote and let me find something I want to watch!"
Sam remains stoic, eyes not straying from the TV, "Nope."
Bucky lifts his head, lips pursed and eyes narrowed, "Alright, if that's the way you want to play this…"
He makes a dive for the remote just sitting on the table, but Sam is just a little bit faster getting his hands on the desired object before the former Winter Soldier can. So instead Bucky just tackles Sam, but Sam just manages to hold the remote out of his reach,
"Give it to me!"
"No!"
"Give it Birdbrain!"
"Forget it Tinman!"
They manage to roll off the sofa and Sam takes the opportunity to jump up from the floor and run around the sofa trying to avoid Bucky grabbing for him,
"HA! Too slow old man!"
Bucky is up and climbing over the sofa to chase after Sam, "Get back here you asshole! Give me the fucking remote!"
Sam takes off running out of the living room and down the hall with Bucky hot on his heels.
"Mother Fucker! I'm gonna kick your ass! Give me the goddamn remote asshat!"
Sam lets out an evil laugh, "Over my dead body Robocop!"
Bucky takes a flying leap, tackling Sam to the ground and grabbing in a headlock, "Then it's a fight to the death!"
The "fight" starts off as them just rolling around on the floor and playing keep away. But slowly it becomes more aggressive as testosteron takes over and they two men have to try and prove who is the more dominate one. Insults are thrown around along with just straight up trash talking. All over a remote controller.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Steve's voice echoes in the room.
And in an instant Sam and Bucky freeze, Bucky's forearm pressing into Sam's throat reaching for the remote while Sam stops mid punch to Bucky's kidneys.
"Hey Steve." they say together, trying to act like they weren't just caught in the middle of a fight.
Steve crosses his arms glaring down at the pair, "What in the world are you to doing?"
Slowly, they untangle themselves from one another and carefully stand up, heads hanging in shame. They went from grown adults to children getting scolded by their dad.
"He wouldn't give me the remote. He's been hogging the television all day. I just wanted to watch something else and he wouldn't let me change the channel." Bucky huffs, arms crossed over his chest with a glare send Sam's way.
"Well, he only watches stupid stuff. I don't want to have to sit through another episode of some crime show or science documentary." Sam retaliates.
"All you watch is soap operas and reality TV! At least I watch something that doesn't kill brain cells!"
"What you watch could board a zombie to death!"
"Nuhuh!"
"Yah-huh!"
"ENOUGH!" Steve bellows, making Bucky and Sam jump back.
The tall blonde glares at his two best friends, "You are behaving like children. There is more than one TV in this place, there is no need for you to be fighting over a damned remote like a bunch of six year olds!"
"He started it!" Bucky and Sam shout at the same time, pointing to the other.
Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Alright, go to your rooms. You are grounded for the rest of the day. If you can't learn how to behave around each other then you are being separated."
Bucky scoffs, "Punk, I'm 102 years old, you can't ground me."
"But we can put you in the ground, old man." Sam snarks with a smirk.
"Yeah, who had who pinned huh?"
"You got lucky. I could kick your ass with one arm tied behind my back!"
"I could kick your ass with ONE arm!"
"CHILDREN! That is it! Go to your rooms NOW! I've heard enough of your arguing. Don't look at each other, don't talk to each other, don't breathe in each others direction! Rooms NOW!"
Bucky and Sam turn on their heels grumbling about being treated like kids, and how they should be in trouble but the other one should be. They push and shove at each other the whole way to their rooms. And both slam their door shut, the force shaking the walls.
Steve groans, rubbing his temples, "I'm friends with children. They were fighting over a damn remote. How in the world have they made it to be called "Avengers"?"