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The sun shined through the windows, lightning up the room in colors of pastel blue. The sounds of cars and the birds chirping was cut with that irritating sound of the alarm. The alarm shutter off with a thud following grunts. He looked at the time 7.30 am and sighed. The morning class was about to begin in 3 hours.
He grunted again as he turned right in the bed to look at the brown haired man, who was asleep with his hair messed up all over the place. His face was buried in to the pillow.
Steve smiled as he brushed the hairs back and slowly traced his ears, knowing it tickled him. His hand was pushed away so softly followed by the barely audible murmurs.
"What?" he said softly.
"yougoıgntobelte" was all he understood.
"are you saying that to the pillow or me?"
As he said this he felt Bucky's arm pulling him close, his face now slowly buried into his neck and before leaving trails of kisses he says
" I said you are going to be late".
He pulled the mattress as he climbed on Steve kissing every inch of his face, a moan leaving Steve's lips as he kissed the sweet spot on his neck.
He checked the time to see its 7.48 am now. As he was not straddling Steve -and loving every second of how he makes him weak
"okaaaay 18 minutes of Bucky time and now you are free to leave to meet with Gogh or whatever."
Steve laughs and slowly gets up kissing Bucky one last time before he says,
"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't see the colors and look even more inspired."
As he leaves to go to bathroom Bucky sighs knowing how two years ago a vet coffee turned soft brown from grey and the coffee shop he always saw was a different place all of s sudden, happened with a boy that was desperately in need of caffeine.
*2 years ago*
It was raining heavily.
Steve was out from the campus, absolutely devastated because of how his latest paper got low notes and little angry that it was actually good. He was stumbling towards the wet sidewalks and lifts his head only to check the cars on the road. He passed the road to enter his favourite coffee shop, Brookl-Inn. The smell of coffee surrounded making him feel a little bit better. He walked over to the cashier to place his order.
"Hey! Oh, you look really bad" said the cashier.
They knew him since he spent his time here if he wasn't at home or campus.
"Yeah just courses" he sighed.
"Ohh you'll pass them, you probably got a good grade and just making yourself feel bad again. Anyways, the usual?" she said
He nodded yes and paid.
"thanks, Wanda" he said smiling.
He walked over to wait for his order to be prepared. He looked at the ceiling which was mirror and then started to check on everyone that was in the shop. People were happy, with their friends and loved ones. He wondered how many of them was seeing the true state of the shop, in colors and how many of them were like him. A loud smash sound brought his attention back to the coffee. The barista who seemed to be a new worker there had dropped the cream and messed the floors.
"Peter look in front of you, will ya?" said Clint.
"I still think we should call him Hansel, it even his favorite children story" said the barista.
Steve had his eyes locked to him. He must b new he thought because if he was working here earlier, he would knew. He would because he started to panic and his heart started beating as it was beating for the first time.
The barista out the strand that was free from his man bun behind his ear and help the cup to read.
"Um.. Steve?"
He gazed the two people and there he was.
The boy with the brown hair.
wait
WAIT
BROWN?
AND BLACK HAIR
PIERCING BLUE EYES
THE COFFEE IS BROWN? LIKE SOFT BROWN
THE COLORS
They were staring at each other which seemed like a lifetime.
Steve reached over to grab his coffee.
"Thank you" he said still not taking his eyes off of him.
"Anytime" Bucky replied.
As he watched Steve heading to the table, Clint approached to Bucky and said,
"Well that was intense wasn't it?"
"His eyes were blue."
"What" Wanda said in shock.
"Blue. You said it was grey. Its bluest blue."
Bucky turned to look at Steve and he saw him, staring back.