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It wasn't the first time Steve and Bucky had kissed since Bucky's return, not by any means. But it was the first time they had kissed this heavily.
And now Bucky was laughing, nearly cackling, and Steve couldn't help but feel a little offended. Was he that out of practice?
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
Bucky was having trouble speaking from laughing so hard. "Do you - do you remember-" he took a deep breath and tried again. "Do you remember that time your mother caught us necking in your room?"
"Do you?" Steve couldn't imagine why Bucky would be laughing if he actually did remember. It had been nerve-wracking for the both of them. Especially when they heard Sarah Rogers speaking in hushed tones on the phone to someone who could only be Bucky's mother.
"I'm guessing I never told you what happened afterward. After I left, I took my sweet time getting home, right? Didn't wanna have that conversation if I could put it off an hour or so. But I couldn't avoid it forever, so eventually I got home, feeling ready to shit myself."
Steve nodded, having no clue where Bucky was going with this. "And, uh, what happened? I mean obviously it wasn't too bad, seeing as she let you come back."
Bucky struggled through another fit of laughter before calming himself. "So I walked in the door, expecting her to be furious, but she just looks annoyed and mildly disappointed. She gives me a look, and-" Bucky pursed his lips and adopted his mother's harsh Brooklyn accent. " 'Really James? He isn't even Jewish!' "