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DAY 0: Paper Plane Coffee. Brooklyn. 08:18 a.m
The smell of coffee is amazing, no wonder that Steve always chooses this place when he asks him to please go on a coffee run.
Bucky feels like the best partner in the world, coming here before hipster rush hour to provide them with huge amounts of caffeine and boring plain classic cookies for breakfast.
There’s nobody waiting in line, so he orders, pays with his phone, and stays there, leaning on the counter while small talking for a bit to the new barista that’s preparing their drinks.
He grabs their order with a final smile, and starts walking home. It’s a perfect and domestic morning until a tiny detail briefly appears on his mind. He buries it, though, there’s no way, he was some sort of international spy. It’s just not possible.
DAY 0: Steve and Bucky’s home. Brooklyn. 08:18 a.m
“Hey Steve, the Saturday coffee delivery from your favorite coffee shop is here. And the nice delivery guy with the metal arm decided to add an extra cookie,” Bucky says, announcing his arrival, perhaps a little bit too cheerfully.
Steve is seating on the couch, and he takes his eyes away from the phone he was scrolling on, to look at him with a wide smile that withers the second their eyes meet.
“What did the nice delivery guy do?” Steve asks, staring at him without moving. Being this transparent to him shouldn’t come as a surprise, but somehow it does.
“Nothing,” he exclaims, but that’s not the whole truth, and Steve will know. “Or maybe a huge thing… It’s either one or the other, but I think we’ll just have to wait a few hours to know.”
Steve doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he leaves his phone on the coffee table, and gets up to walk towards him.
“Are we in any kind of potentially mortal peril?” He asks, looking straight into his eyes, searching for honesty.
“No.”
“Is the universe in any kind of potentially mortal peril? Because I should start training if I have to come out of retirement.”
Bucky is so taken aback by the joke that he can see how Steve is about to panic.
“No,” he exclaims. “Not out of retirement.”
“Ok, then, gimme the coffee and the cookie. They smell too good to keep waiting.”
Bucky smiles, pushes the bag against Steve’s chest with a kiss, and follows him to the couch, to slow music coming in through an open window.
Maybe they won’t even have to talk about it.
DAY 0: Paperplane Coffee Brooklyn. 08:25-09:15 a.m
TRANSCRIPT: A text conversation between two friends:
Nicholas: ALEX, U AWAKE? BEST JOB EVER. OMG. FUCKING BUCKY BARNES JUST BOUGHT COFFE FROM ME.
Alex: Awake NOW. WOT???
Nicholas: MAN, THAT’S NOT EVEN THE NEWS! He paid with his phone, and SUE ME but I peeked at his screen lock. I DON'T KNOW HOW I’M ALIVE.
Alex: AND??????
Alex: NICK YOU ARE KILLING ME. WHAT WAS IT. WAS HE HOT.
Alex: NICK I’M ABOUT TO ACTUALLY CALL YOU, IT’S BEEN 5 MINUTES OF HELL.
Nicholas: Argh, sorry, group of teens with complicated drinks.
Nicholas: Are u sitting? I’m not kidding, seat.
Nicholas: IT WAS CAP. STEVE FUCKING ROGERS. UNSHIRTED. COVERED IN PAINT. A HANDPRINT ON HIS CHEST. SHOW FROM BELOW. SEX EYES.
Alex: Ok, I’m calling you. I just,.... I have not enough characters.
Nicholas: People at the shop are looking at me funny. I think I was too loud on my call with you.
Alex: I DON’T CARE, WORTH IT. Where’s my sketch?
Nicholas: You remember I cannot draw for shit, right?
Alex: NO EXCUSES.
Nicholas: cap-sketck.jpg (a bad drawing depicting what he saw on the screen)
Alex: NICK, MAN, HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?
DAY 0: Paperplane Coffee Brooklyn. 09:25-09:34 a.m
TRANSCRIPT: a tweet, and some people posting on the website Overheard in New York.
Tweet:
Sorry to the lovely barista. I stole a pic of your
drawing: Big news, guys. We knew Bucky Barnes was
back at Brooklyn... but apparently he has a
sexed!cap as his screenlock. IS THIS REAL LIFE?
DAY 0: All Over the Internet. 10:00-10:20 a.m
TRANSCRIPT: Reddit threads, and news coverage.
Reddit:
STEVE ROGERS IS BUCKY BARNES' SCREENLOCK. AND HE IS NAKED.
VARIOUS SOURCES FROM BROOKLYN.
Reported by various people at PaperPlane at Brooklyn.
Compilation of all the tweets and detailed reports on the biggest gossip news of the
year! Was it a prank? Is it true? a Dare? No comment.
Another Reddit post: ANYBODY WITH AN ART DEGREE THAT CAN DO A REALISTIC
VERSION OF THE DRAWING OF THE YEAR?
Breaking news: WERE THEY TOGETHER ALL ALONG? 15:15 BUCKY BARNES REPORTED TO HAVE LOVER'S PIC AS PHONE BACKGROUND
FOX NEWS: THE WHOLE INTERNET IS LYING
CNN Twitter: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes... what's happening here?
Bucky Barnes accidently reveals sexy picture of Steve Rogers.Read more.
DAY 0: Steve and Bucky’s home. Brooklyn. 10:21 a.m
Bucky has managed to avoid his phone for a few hours and has successfully distracted Steve from his, too. Breakfast, cooking and post-coffee sex have been really, really enjoyable, but there comes a time when he just has to know.
The hundreds of notifications covering his screen don’t lie, it’s definitely not nothing.
He scrolls, and, shit, it’s even worse than he thought, there are thousands of mentions, and even a fucking viral drawing.
“Steve,” he shouts towards their room’s bathroom. “May I remind you of how much I love you? Of how much I’ve been loving you for like ninety years now, and of the fact that you love me back, and even like me most of the time?”
Steve comes out straight from the shower wearing just a towel and dripping water all over the apartment’s hardwood floor.
“Please, please… tell me.”
Bucky doesn’t know where to start, so he just takes his phone, locks it, and turns the screen towards Steve, who, understandably, doesn’t get what he’s trying to say.
“Remember how I took this picture of you last week when I was mushy, sexed-up, full of paint, and so in love that I decided it was a great idea to capture you naked as my background picture?”
Steve smiles despite himself. It’s certainly a great memory.
“I’m so sorry, Steve, I left the phone on the Coffee Shop counter after paying with it this morning. I was un-caffeinated, and talking to the barista, I didn’t realize the screen was lighted up to… that. And now it’s all ov-”
“It’s a good pic,” Steve says, smiling. “Wish I had the counter shot, but sadly it lives only in my mind.”
Bucky wants to kiss him silly because there’s not a single signal of worry or anger. Steve is not an idiot, so it’s obvious that he’s understood that the cat is out of the bag, but doesn’t look even interested in finding out how gone.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how bad is it?” Bucky asks.
Steve smiles again and kisses him on the lips as an answer.
“It doesn’t really matter. You brought me my favorite coffee.”
DAY 1: Steve and Bucky’s home. The Internet. Brooklyn. 10:21 a.m 
TRANSCRIPT of an Instagram Post with a picture of Steve shirtless.
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