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Sam has lots of bad habits.
He always takes off his socks in the living room, leaving Bucky to pick them up when it's time to do the laundry. He’ll throw empty pens back into their junk drawer in the kitchen, which makes finding a working pen hell for anyone and everyone.
One of his worst ones, in Bucky’s opinion, is how often he forgets things on his way to work.
Bucky couldn’t even count the amount of times Sam had gone out to the car, ready to leave for the day, only to come back in a few minutes later to get the car keys and his cup of coffee, or how many times he had to stop by SHIELD Headquarters with Winnie on his hip and Sam’s lunch in the other hand because Sam left it on counter for the second time that week.
It was annoying as hell, yeah, but Sam was his husband, Bucky wouldn’t trade him for the world. It was honestly hilarious, too. Sam would swear up and down each night, claiming he wouldn’t end up leaving anything behind, only to do just that the next morning. Sharon would always tease, claiming that Sam left things on purpose, just to have Bucky and Winnie come in and drop things off so Sam could see them. Bucky always blushed at that thought, though he knew his husband was just naturally forgetful.
This morning was no different than the many others in the Barnes-Wilson household. Sam had a short one day mission, just flying with Sharon and Steve to check on things along the West Coast, as SHIELD had caught sight of some suspicious activity- nothing Sam hadn’t done before.
“I swear, I won’t forget anything this time,” He had promised the night prior. “That’s what you always say.” Bucky responded, like he always did, getting himself situated in their bed, a sleepy smile plastered on his face as he watched Sam lay out his things for the next morning. “And I mean it this time, I’m not gonna forget anything. I won’t be late coming back in to get anything and you won’t have to drop anything off, I’m serious!” Sam pointed a finger towards Bucky. Bucky sighed, laying back in the bed. “Yeah, I better not have to drop anything off to fuckin’ California. You forget something, it’s your loss.” He told him.
It was 8:12 in the morning, Bucky already had Winnie situated in her high chair, a mess of strawberries and bananas squished in between her chubby little fingers. Sam had spent the last hour running up and down the stairs, ensuring he wasn’t leaving anything behind, the small amount of things he needed for his mission piling up by the front door.
“Do you have your keys?” Bucky reminded, not looking up from the apple he was slicing up for Winnie’s lunch. Sam pats his front pocket, the keys inside jangling, “Right here.”
“Wallet?” Bucky quirks a brow.
“Check.”
“Change of clothes?”
“Check.”
“Lunch? Water Bottle?”
“Check and Check.”
Bucky grins, looking up at him. “Alright, big guy, have a great day, I love you.”
“I love you-” Winnie interrupts him with a gurgle “-and you. I’ll see you two later.” Sam grabs his bag, waving goodbye animatedly, which makes Winnie giggle. Bucky chuckles, shaking his head at his husband.
Something flashes in the light off to his left, causing him to do a double take.
“You’re forgetting something,” Bucky calls out, voice playful. Sam glares back at him. “What? I’m serious!” Bucky claims, throwing a hand up in defense, plopping an apple slice in his mouth with the other.
Sam stands at the door, looking around the air above him as if going through a mental list of what he needs. Then, his eyes widen, he snaps and points his finger.
Bucky goes back to slicing up another apple, expecting Sam to brush right behind him, pick up what he left, and be right on his merry way but- he doesn’t.
Sam walks over, plants a kiss right on Bucky’s cheek with a loud smack, before making his way around the kitchen island to do the same to Winnie, who screeches and waves a messy fist at her father. Sam picks his duffle bag back up from outside the front door, beaming as he waves goodbye once more to the two of them. He calls out another quick ‘love you!’, before finally heading out the door for the day.
Bucky stifles a laugh and bites back a smile, forcing his focus back on the apple in front of him. “I was talking about your shield, but I guess that works too.” He mutters under his breath.
Not even two minutes later, Sam walks back into the house, shoulders slumped, a defeated look on his face.
“You forgot your-”
“I know. I forgot my shield.”
He goes past Bucky and grabs the shield. Bucky smirks, presenting his cheek so Sam could give him another kiss, which he sighs and does, before walking over to give Winnie another kiss. Sam does another once over of the foyer, sure to not miss anything this time. He walks out the door once more.
“Is this a bad time to say I told you so?”
“Shut it, Barnes!”
Bucky laughs to himself, listening as Sam’s car leaves the driveway. Winnie babbles, Bucky grins and nods in approval.
“I know right? He’s Captain America, you would think he’d remember the shield from time to time.”