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Bucky was at the beach within a minute after getting Steve’s text that just said Help. He was prepared to fight another alien invasion, but when he got there, the Avengers were still just sitting around a bonfire.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky was gasping for air.
“Tony got another point.” Steve sighed heavily as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "He gave me a donut with red, white and blue sprinkles and I thought he was being nice.” Steve’s voice dripping with sorrow and betrayal, “Because he ate the last one, but it was a pot brownie.”
“Not every edible is a pot brownie, Capsicle.” Steve whined and fell back onto the beach, running his hands through the sand. Adrenaline was still running through Bucky, and it took him a second to process what Steve had just said.
“You could’ve said that over text, I thought you were dying.”
“I did feel like dying for a second there. It was quite a big brownie.”
“Donut.” Tony corrected.
“I just bolted from a takeaway while ordering to save your stupid ass again.” Steve groaned and made big circles with his hand.
“That sounds so good. What did you get? Indian? I’d love some Indian food right now. Can I have some of your roti?” Bucky closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath.
“Did you listen to anything before ‘takeaway’?” Steve didn’t acknowledge Bucky just sighed again.
“I’m so hungry. I could eat an entire pot of curry. Oh, have you ever had the paneer at that place on fourth street? It’s absolute heaven, like little clouds.” Steve squished his hands together to show everyone.
Bucky crossed his arms, glaring at Tony who was still giggling to himself. He put on his best assassin stare and motioned for Tony to hand him the car keys. Then he hauled Steve up from the sand.
“C’mon let’s get you some food.”
Steve was an achy, whiny mess after eating enough dhal for a family of four and roti worth a sack of flour. His bloated belly looked out of place on Steve’s normally muscle-bound frame. It almost looked ridiculous, but Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off it. Steve had pushed his shirt up to massage his sore stomach. The skin was red and shiny with the strain.
“We’re still in public.” Steve furrowed his nose with over-exaggerated annoyance but did finally pull his shirt down again.
“I want dessert.”
“This all started with one of Stark’s sweets.”
“Tony’s not here.”
“You just said you’re about to barf from all the food.” Like an incredibly overgrown and very petulant child, Steve ordered gulab jamun and kulfi. Then complained that he felt sick because of all the sugar.
Bucky was almost thankful to Stark that he’d gotten Steve to himself for a night. However, that was the moment his phone pinged with a new message from Stark.
A picture of Bucky blushing hard, clearly staring at Steve’s over-stuffed belly.
Gotcha, Barnes.