Settings take place, after CACW. Bucky with short hair again! ENJOY! This one is going to attempt to be humorous.
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"Hey, Wiener soldier! Make yourself useful and call Maria Hill for Steve and I, we are getting ready to head out for a mission and need to get a Quin-jet as soon as possible!"
"Oh I'll get right on that BIRDY, OH-wait! I don't fucking know how to use a damn phone." Bucky scoffs and gives Sam the death stare.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot you're a fucking fossil. 100 years of life, and yet you're still useless in the 21st century. I bet vision could handle a damn phone, and he's just artificial intelligence."
"EXACTL-" Bucky is cut off before he could finish his sentence. Steve walks in with Wanda and Vision, the three of them all suited up, ready to go.
"That's enough." Steve says with a firm tone in his voice. "Sam, I'm leaving you here with Buck, while Wanda, Vision and I head to the hydra base. Meanwhile, I want YOU to be the one to teach him how to operate the phones and computers, since you seem to love teasing him about how he doesn't know how to actually work them.
"Excuse-me?! I don't think so, Metallica and I, alone?! Yeah that's a disaster waiting to happen. NOPE, no way in-"
"SAM!" Wanda cuts him off, crossing her arms.
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"FUCK ME, it's not working Sam! I thought you said you could handle this?!" Bucky slams Sam's phone against the wall.
"This is fucking useless, you're useless, this idea is useless, THE WHOLE WORLD IS USELESS!" Sam says while throwing his hands up, giving up on Bucky.
"Someone is being over dramatic." Bucky chuckles rolling his eyes at Sam's frustration. They spent the last 6 hours just trying to get Bucky on the hang of sending a text message to Steve, which was pointless, time-consuming and exhausting.
"Man, shut the hell up! I think I just aged 70 years with your tin-man ass! I give up! Oh, and you owe me a new fucking phone!" Sam takes the device Bucky owns from his hands and chucks it across the room smashing it to pieces.
"I think someone needs to go back to therapy, or group counseling...I thought I had anger issues." Bucky grins wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulder, whispering into his ear, "It's the thought that counts, Birdy."
"I hate you." Sam scoffs.
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A/N: Okay, so it wasn't as funny as I wish it would've turned out to be, but this was so much fun writing and plotting. I can just imagine the disaster it would be if Steve left Sam and Bucky alone for almost the whole day. HAHA!
Their bromance is GOALS! !
Till NEXT time, Love yall!