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Just for you

Preserum

More fluff! And holy frickin frick frack, thank you for 300 reads! Idk how to make this long but like. It's a pretty short prompt so yeah.

Lights exploded over the horizon. People in the streets below cheered. A small boy standing on his parents balcony leaned over too his friend, whispering something in his ear. The smaller boy's eyes widened and he whispered back.

'Their for me?' He stared out in wonder at the fireworks. 'But how come they don't do this for your birthday?'

Bucky shrugged. 'Guess I'm just not as special as you.'

Steve slapped him, causing the other boy to smirk. 'Don't say that.'

Steve ran back to his house after, shouting to his mum. He told her what Bucky had told him, asking why she hadn't told him earlier. She hugged him and shook her head at the Barnes boys antics, but she still whispered a response to Steve.

'I was saving it.' She spoke into his ear. 'A tenth birthday present, I was thinking,'

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'Stevieee.'

A voice whispering in his ear slowly brought Steve out of his sleep.

'Steve, wake up.'

He stirred softly. His bed was hard and lumpy, but at this moment, it felt extremely comfortable.

Opening his eyes, he saw Bucky squatted in front of his bed, ready to poke him, laughter dancing in his eyes.

'Happy birthday!'

Steve smiled softly at Bucky, barely awake.

' 'sit July already?'

'Shut up, you've been talking about this for days. You're 14! Cmon, let's have some fun!'

Bucky took him down to the little market, where he bought him a new sketch book, new pencils, and charcoal as an extra treat. Steve carefully placed everything in his pockets and bag, not wanting any damage to come to his gifts from Bucky.

Bucky found a small stall selling food, and on a bit of a shopping high, bought some fancy, soft white bread for them to share.

'This tastes so good.' Steve groaned, biting small sections of the bread off at once.

'Nothing like that crap we have at home, hey?'

'Imagine being able to eat this whenever you wanted. I'd have it all day, every day.'

'Being rich would be so cool...'

They got lost in a whimsy for a moment, imagining their lives as billionaires. Bucky glanced over at a large clock after he finished eating, poking Steve and gesturing to it.

'Come in. We'll be late if we don't leave now.'

They ran back to Bucky's apartment (Bucky slowing down so Steve could keep up), making it into the building before People started crowding the streets. They immediately got to work.

'Snacks?' Steve called. Bucky ruffled through the cupboard and produced a shrivelled bag of crisps.

'Check.'

'An item that screams "AMERICA!"?'

Bucky held a finger up, signalling 'wait a minute' and ran to his room. He was out a minute later, holding a cap and a flag. He waved the flag, saluting to Steve and making him laugh.

'Check.'

'I think that's all. Wait! Chairs.'

The two boys dragged chairs from the kitchen onto the balcony, where they had a view of the skyline nice enough to enjoy the fireworks. Bucky's families apartment wasn't particularly nice, but it was high up, and the balcony was Bucky and Steve's favourite spot to sit.

'You know, we're super early.' Steve said, checking his old watch that hung too loose on his skinny wrist. 'Fireworks won't start till sundown.'

Bucky shrugged, putting his feet up in the railing. 'I'm fine waiting a bit. Views nice enough that it can't get boring. Plus, we can just chat.'

Steve laughed. 'Sure, Buck. You remember when we were... I think I was 6? You would have been 7, and you told me that the fireworks were just for me.'

'I almost believed that myself. I thought the world of you, you know? Always doing the right thing, never backing down from a fight.'

'I don't know how I would survive if I was born with crazy good looks as well as this charming personality. I would have been crushed to death by all the dames long ago.'

'Sure, punk.'

'Jerk.'

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes, watching the sun progressively get lower in the sky. Steve spoke after a while.

'Your parents coming home soon?'

'Nah, their taking the kids out to the celebrations. They can't figure out why I don't want to come with, but I'd much rather stay here.'

Steve laughed, grateful that his friend chose to stay. Big crowds in the city centre? Guaranteed asthma attack, not to mention he'd get lost.

The fireworks soon started up, slow and small at first, but quickly getting bigger and more spectacular. Bucky pokes Steve, halfway through, gesturing at the sky.

'Just for you.'

Short but sweet!