Pretty 😍
Tipsy Baker Bucky FaceTiming you to tell you that he missed you and he's on his way home.
Only that's not his phone and he just said he's a little lost.
You're not too worried because you know Steve's with him.
"Peach, peach!" He yells, pressing the phone to his face until all you can see is one blurry blue eye.
"Yes?"
"I'm goin' to find ya and Imma eat you," he declares, words slurring. Your brow wrinkles and laughter bubbles up when he begins to describe in vivid detail all the ways he can eat a peach.
The screen jostles, Buckys eye disappears and you hear a commotion in the background. "She's so juicy Steve. Hey give her back, lemme have my Peach. I love her, Steve Steve give her back-"
An exasperated, painfully sober Steve appears on the screen. "All night," he starts, glaring at you. "All night I had to hear this punk talk about you." He pauses, his gaze narrowing even more. "And your peach."
"That's not my fault," you laugh. Trying to look past his shoulder, you see Steve's outstretched arm with his hand on your baker's chest, keeping Bucky from grabbing the phone back.
"The hell its not," he retorts, pushing Bucky away. "I don't know what you did to my friend," Steve continues, turning to glare at Bucky before returning his attention to you. "But thank you." A smile flits across his face. "He hasn't been this happy since he learned how to make the perfect peach meringue pie. I'll drop him off in twenty minutes and then he's all yours."
"Yes," Bucky cheers, a crooked grin tugs at his lips and he pushes the loose strands of his long chestnut hair off his forehead. "I'm all hers Steve. She's getting all of this when I find her."
The last thing you hear before the phone cuts off is Steve shouting dont do that.