𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 • 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

06 • First Dates

Steve thought for a moment that maybe he should step in to her room, but shook his head to himself and passed it. Not today, he was already struggling with his emotions as is.

Bucky didn't live far from Steve, maybe a 5 minute walk, so it wasn't long before he could be heard banging on Steve's door and calling his name. "Steve, it's cold! Open the damn door!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Steve swung the front door open and saw Bucky, clutching a bouquet of flowers and a small paper bag.

"You know, if it were you out in the cold, I wouldn't be such an ass to you." Bucky pushed past Steve, teeth chattering.

"That's because I'd get sick and die, Bucky. And you don't want that on your conscience." Steve shut the door behind him, quirking a brow at the flowers. "Those for me? You know I'm not really a flowers kind of of guy."

"Ha ha, very funny." Bucky scowled and made his way to Steve's living room, throwing the bag on the coffee table. "Put these in a vase, would ya? I got them for you to give to Millie, since I'd figured you probably forgot."

Steve had forgot, it completely slipped his mind. The truth is he had no idea what to do on a date, and as irritating as Bucky was, he was grateful for his friend bringing over the small bouquet of baby's breath and begonias. This wouldn't have been cheap, and even though Steve knew Bucky was more well off than he was, everyone was struggling at this time.

"Thank you, Buck." Steve took the flowers. He knew his mother had a vase or two somewhere, but he had no idea where, so he went to the kitchen and just filled a mixing bowl with water, placing the flowers in.

When he'd come back into the lounge, Bucky was comfortable on his couch with his wet boots on the table. "Fires dying down Steve. Shouldn't you stoke it?" Bucky chewed on his nails, a nasty habit of his.

"No, I'll be leaving soon, remember?" Steve sat down next to his friend and smacked his legs, urging him to take his dirty boots off of the table.

Bucky begrudgingly complied and leant forward to grab the brown paper bag. "Right, speaking of that. This is what I came to give you." He held the bag out to Steve.

"I thought you came to give me the flowers?" Steve took the small bag from his friend, still rolled up and hiding it's contents.

"Those too, but this was the main reason."

Steve gave his friend a perplexed look and sat up a little straighter, unraveling the bag and peering inside. "What the...?" He stuck his hand inside and pulled out a small tin with bold writing that read 'Sheik'. Steve gasped, dropping the tin into his lap. "Bucky!" Steve shouted, picking the tin back up and throwing it as his laughing friend.

"What?" Bucky laughed out. "You should be grateful!"

"Why the hell would you buy me condoms?" Steve threw his mortified face into his hands.

"So you don't get her pregnant, obviously Steve."

"We aren't having sex!" Steve barked and Bucky just laughed harder.

"That might change, you little punk. Wouldn't you rather be prepared? Don't need no little Rogers' running around here yet."