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Prompt: Old Bucky
Steve wasn't sure if it was some gradual thing that he had just noticed now or if this literally happened over night.
It was like every other morning in their apartment. He woke up first, made a pot of coffee, banged on Bucky's door a few times, and then sat down to read the newspaper. Then Bucky would come out, rubbing his eyes and yawning a few times before sitting down and eating a bowl of cereal Stave had made him.
Steve glanced at him for less then a second. "Morning, Buck."
"Morning, Stevie," Bucky replied. Then it was silence again. Then he heard Bucky's chair scrape against the floor and his best friend pad across the kitchen to the coffee pot. "You wanna cup?"
Steve looked at him then, like got a good look, and felt like he went back in time. Bucky's hair was short again (it had been for a few weeks now) and in the same style as it was during the war. He was standing tall, his back almost perfectly straight, unlike the Winter Soldier who always seemed to be slumped over in shame. He looked proud, like the old Bucky.
"Yeah, I'd like some," he said and watched as Bucky pour coffee into the mugs and sit back down.
"What are you starin' at me for, punk?"
Steve shook his head slightly and looked back down at his paper. "No reason, you just kind of look like the old Bucky."
Bucky just snorted. "Well, yeah. That's the whole point of the haircut, dumbass."