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It was a hot summer day, and all Steve could think about was getting something to drink. Preferably sweet, actually… some juice? Yeah, apple juice would be nice.
Steve stood up and walked to the kitchen where he spotted a big bowl of peaches on the counter. Only peaches. Weird. Steve shrugged, then went to open the fridge. There he found… peaches. Only peaches. And peach juice too. What was going on?
Steve closed the fridge, then reopened it. No, still there. He blinked slowly, then rubbed his eyes and pinched his forearm. Surely he was dreaming. Or this was an elaborate joke.
Faintly, Steve heard some noise, getting slightly higher by the second, but he did not pay attention to it. He had other things to worry about: where was all the food, and how did that happen?
Staring at the fridge full of peach and by-products, Steve resigned himself to go get Bucky and ask him, and closed the door. The noise he had discarded earlier had grown, and… it almost sounded like music. Some weird electronic stuff from today at least. Curious, Steve turned around to investigate the source of the sound… and yelped.
A wolf. There was a wolf, a
yellow. Wolf.
in the kitchen. What the fuck.
What the FUCK?
Steve took a step back and his left hand shot to his forehead. No, no temperature. Which did not help, because this looked a lot more like a fever than anything else…
The.. wolf tilted its head, then produced a peach. “Yum, yum” It said, before a second wolf appeared and they started… dancing. On the beat Steve had been hearing all along.
Donk, donk, donk, donka donk
They kept getting closer, and Steve ran into the fridge just when the wolves squeezed peaches in their hands.
Yeah, I really wanna squeeze that peach.
Steve jolted awake, his heart pounding. That’s when he heard that blasted song. Bucky’s new alarm. They had fallen asleep on the sofa, having prepared something just in case, to be sure to be on time for their reservation.
Steve was hot, yeah, and that was because Bucky was laying on him… and had a hand cupping his ass. Dammit. Steve huffed and Bucky opened an eye, then promptly smirked.
“Aw Stevie, problem?”
“Your alarm is giving me weird dreams.”
Bucky, that traitor, just laughed and squeezed his ass –America’s ass as he liked to say.
“But sweetheart, it only tells the truth.
I really wanna squeeze that peach
.”
Steve groaned then closed his eyes. “Bucky”
“Come on; you love that song.”
“I don’t. And everyday I curse Peter for having shown it to you.”
“Oh, but I know you like it. It’s just perfect. I’m sure they made it while thinking about your nice perky ass. America’s ass.
My
ass.”
Steve opened one eye and raised an eyebrow. Bucky was still smirking, so Steve wiped it off with a kiss.