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“We’re out of milk.” Bucky says, surprised.
“What do you mean we’re out of milk?”
“I mean, when I opened the fridge there was no milk.”
“I know what you said, what do you mean? We’re living in the Avengers compound for Christ’s sake, I thought F.R.I.D.A.Y. would restock automatically.”
“Well, there’s no milk.”
Tony sighs, mumbles something under his breath, and retreats back to his lab to tinker on something. Bucky continues to stand in the middle of the kitchen with an empty carton of milk, confused. He looks around, and when he spots you entering the shared space of the kitchen, he puts down the carton and walks on over.
“Hey doll, wanna go grocery shopping?” He asks you, his towering build shadowing over your small height. You look up to him, and shrug. “Yeah, sure.” You agree dismissively.
He takes a jacket, sunglasses, and hat, while you just put the hood up of your hoodie. He drives you to the nearest grocery market from the compound, the car blaring a radio station you picked for the ride. The two of you bob your heads to the beat, and Bucky sings in an awful falsetto that makes you laugh. He parks it near the entrance, and you two get out and walk side by side.
“So, what are we getting?” You ask, absentmindedly fiddling with the string of your hoodie. “Milk,” he gets a shopping cart, beelines to the dairy section, and you follow along. You look through the aisles, thinking if you could sneak in a snack when you guys get to the cashier. While you’re walking, you grab a bag of chips and Bucky’s favorite chocolate bar on the way.
He gets to the refrigerator doors that have shelves and shelves of milk. He opens it, and gets a few cartons of dairy, one carton of soy, and one carton of oat. When he turns back to the shopping cart, he notices the added snacks already in it. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you whistle innocently with your hands behind your back, acting inconspicuous.
He sighs, and notices the bar of chocolate. You shrug. “To sweeten the deal, pun intended.” He chuckles, and pushes the cart towards the cashier aisle. You silently do a victory fist pump behind him, and catch up with him there.
The cashier only gives you two a glance before scanning the items and giving your total. Bucky hands in a credit card from his wallet, and you look around. Newspapers, magazines, and other tabloids are on the display near the cash register. You grab a newspaper and give the cashier two bucks and head out with Bucky carrying your groceries. You skip through the issue, going straight to the fun stuff.
You get in the car, and Bucky follows after getting the bags in the trunk. “Hey, Buck. What’s your star sign?” He sighs, and starts the car. As he pulls away and drives off, he finally responds. “I’m a Pisces.”
You scrunch up your nose, but continue to read. “You will find favorable conditions in your day-to-day life. You will spend time with loved ones and the ones closest to you. Appreciate the little things as they come, and remember to let go of the bad things as you go. Hm,” you hum, “Does that sound right?”
Bucky never believed in that stuff, if he was being honest, but somehow today they got it right. “Huh, look at that,” he motions to you, “I mean, I’m spending my time with you.”
“Aw, you consider me a close friend?” you coo, slightly teasing. He clears his throat. “More like, a loved one,” he says quietly.
You look at him, and really consider him for a moment. You’ve been close with him for a while, it took a long time to really get under his skin and get him to open up to you, and you wouldn’t trade that time spent with anything. The scruff on his face, his dark eyes, the slight scent of his cologne that you get when you hug him, the countless times he's made you laugh when you were feeling down, and the nights you two spend watching movies in your room. You look back in all those moments you spent with this man, and you smile.
“Yeah?” you get closer to him, “I love you too, Buck.” He smiles, and you two head on home.