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"Y/n, you should stay over more often," Sam said while stuffing his face with pancakes covered with jam.
"Why is that?" You asked, standing next to Bucky, keeping him company while he made pancakes. You are wearing Bucky's shirt, and oh does he loves the way it looks on you. And he's proud of that too because it means you're his.
"Because of pancakes, duh. He makes them only when you're here."
Bucky rolled his eyes, at that and shook his head with a smile. "He's kinda right." He pecked your lips before flipping over the pancakes.
"I smell pancakes." Steve's voice could be heard from behind the corner. "Is Y/n here?"
"Okay," Bucky turned around with a spatula in hand. "Could you two stop embarrassing me in front of my girl?"
There was a long silence while everyone exchanged looks and burst out into laughter.
"Nah, man, it's too much fun." Sam laughed, sneaking another pancake onto his plate.
Bucky turned off the stove and placed the plate with pancakes in the middle of the table. Taking a seat, he pulled you in his lap. You kissed him tangling your fingers in his messy locks, his cheeks turning light pink.
"Eeew, stop sucking each other's faces." Sam, complained, looking away.
"I think that's our punishment for teasing them." Steve commented, briefly throwing a glance at the two of you.
You pulled away from Bucky, but he followed your lips for another kiss, his hand sliding up your side.
"Eh, still worth it." Sam rose a cup of coffee before taking a sip from it.
