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There are times Bucky can’t shake the feeling that he’s had an easier time adapting to the 21st century than Steve. He’s not sure why, exactly. Maybe it’s the time he spent as the Winter Soldier. Maybe he’s just more of an adaptable person. He doesn’t really know.
What he does know, however, is that it’s both hilarious and mildly surreal to have Captain Fucking America shake him awake at 2 am to ask him how to download a picture on the computer. He swears he’s told Steve how to at least half a dozen times by now, and Bucky’s starting to think it’s less about not knowing how and more about simply not wanting to learn.
For a hundred year old man in a twenty-something body, Steve acts… incredibly like a hundred year old man at times.
“Can’t it wait?” Bucky groans, rolling over and pressing his face against the pillow in an attempt to drown out the light leaking in from the living room.
“Natasha sent me a really cute picture of you,” Steve tells him in a mildly apologetic tone, and Bucky doesn’t need to look at the man to know that he’s probably blushing. “I wanted to save it in case it disappears.”
“It’s not just gonna disappear,” Bucky continues to groan. “Not unless you delete it.”
“How do I do that?” asks Steve, as if the idea of deleting the pictures he gets sent is completely foreign to him.
“I’ll teach you when you find one you don’t want to save.” He rolls back over and sits up with a sigh. Whatever chance he had of getting a good night’s sleep disappeared the moment Steve walked into his room, so he might as well get up. Besides, Bucky figures, he could do with a cup of tea. Or two.
He grabs the shirt he’s thrown onto the floor and puts it on before heading out into the kitchen. The lady across the street has been eyeing him a few times too many for him to continue to be comfortable walking around shirtless in the apartment he shares with Steve, and even though it’s late, he’d rather not take any chances.
“Alright, I’ll help you download the picture after I’ve made myself a cup of tea,” Bucky announces while rummaging through the kitchen cabinet looking for teabags. “I kinda wanna see what the hell Nat sent you anyway.”
“You’ve got whipped cream on your nose,” Steve replies, and Bucky only barely stops himself from trying to rub it away before realizing that Steve means in the photo.
“Oh goodie,” the possibly not yet fully awake man mutters while putting a bag of tea in a cup and filling it with water. “I didn’t realize she took a photo of that,” he adds as he puts the cup in the microwave, ignoring the fact that he’d make Brits everywhere cry if they knew what he was doing.
“It was cute.” Somehow, without the former Winter Soldier even noticing, Steve has snuck up behind him and is placing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Just like you.”
Bucky can’t help but grin as he watches the cup of tea go round and round in circles inside the microwave.
“Actually…” Steve whispers, right into his ear, and Bucky’s grins widens as he realizes he might very well be getting lucky tonight. “I was wondering if you could help me with something…”
“Oh?” Bucky tries to keep the excitement out of his voice, but it’s hard with Steve pressed up behind him, and he’s pretty sure Steve can tell.
“Oh yeah,” the blond menace replies, and Bucky finds himself sucking in a breath in anticipation for what comes next. “I was wondering if…” And just like that, all seductiveness drops out of Steve’s voice and he straightens back up, and Bucky can almost swear that the bastard is laughing. He spins around, only to see that Steve is taking something out of his pocket.
“If you could help me set this up, actually.”
“Steve,” Bucky begins, not fully believing his eyes. “Is that a fucking flip phone?”