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They had just gotten back from saving the world (again), were exhausted, and starving. Clint made a pot of coffee, Tony kissed Pepper on the cheek as she started to dole out the food she had waiting for them, and Steve grabbed the food closest to him, which turned out to be a jar of peanut butter. He’s too tired to even get a spoon, scooping it up with his fingers.
“Stevie, the fuck are you doing?!” a voice shouted from the doorway.
All the Avengers jerked as Bucky flew across the room and knocked the peanut butter container from Steve’s hand.
“Come on, we gotta go to the hospital, Stevie, let’s go. How’s your breathing? Is your throat closing yet? Why’d you eat that, you punk?! Come on, we gotta move!” Bucky demanded, dragging Steve towards the garage.
“Buck, wait, stop, Buck, BUCKY!” Steve shouted, trying to get through Bucky’s panic.
“What?! You’re gonna have a reaction, Rogers, why you stopping me?” Bucky yelled, still tugging on Steve’s arm.
“I’m not allergic to nuts anymore!” Steve exclaimed, pulling Bucky in til he was face to face. “No more reactions, no more allergies. Serum took care of them years ago.”
Bucky had to take a minute for the words to sink in. “You can breathe?” he finally whispered, bringing up a hand to touch his hand to Steve’s throat.
“Yeah, Buck. I’m fine.”
“How didn’t I know about this?” Bucky demanded.
Steve shrugged. “I didn’t know about it til I woke up. Didn’t run into peanut butter that much on the front lines, you know?”
Bucky inhaled deeply then blew the air out of his nose, nodding. “Do I wanna know how you found out about this?”
Steve shook his head sheepishly while Clint and Natasha started chuckling behind them.
Bucky turned to them. “If you two were involved, I definitely don’t wanna know.” He turned to Steve and abruptly flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow!” Steve exclaimed, more out of surprise than anything, rubbing where it now stung.
“Don’t freak me out like that again, Rogers, you hear me?” Bucky growled, poking Steve in the chest.
Steve smiled a small, special smile that Bucky knew was just for him. “I’ll try not to, jerk.”
“Better not, punk,” Bucky murmured, stepping forward to brush a soft kiss against Steve’s lips.
“Well,” Tony’s voice rang out from the table where all the Avengers were watching with rapt attention, “now you’ve had your moment, can we eat?”