Nothing does; I guess maybe society does. Â I know I have to get up and go to work. Â I need money and thatâs probably it. Â But it isnât as if my first thought in the morning is my financial responsibilities or anything.
What is your earliest childhood memory?:
I remember being in a department store getting ready to get my picture taken. Â I was crying over something and my mom found this keychain, a denim tennis shoe with a Mickey Mouse pattern on it, and I was holding it when the picture was taken.
What is your favorite thing about your family?:
N/A.
What is happiness to you?:
Financial stability, a well-paying job, owning a house, having a fulfilling romantic relationship, and owning a cat.
Have you ever broken a heart?:
Iâve killed boners, but I havenât broken a heart.
Describe your aesthetic.:
Define aesthetic.
What do you ache for?:
Fulfillment and genuine happiness.
Describe your ideal partner.:
Tall, at least six foot, blue-eyed, broad shouldered, good physique, preferably has a beard, mostly dark haired, protective but not to the point of being suffocating or controlling; good sense of humor, respects my need for space, cosplay partner, etc.
Theyâve had this conversation before. Â The sheer variety of stock in grocery stores nowadays was beyond rhyme or reason. Â Sure, they had marveled at the vast amount of choices they were given access to; but the shock had let way to weariness instead. Â It was hard to make a choice.
Steve had two jars of peanut butter in hand; one smooth and the other crunchy.  He had decided regular âol peanut butter was better than cashew or almond butter.  He had narrowed it down even more by choosing the cheapest brand on the shelf, but now he was stuck on smooth or crunchy.
âWhat do you think?â He turned to look to Bucky, who was slouched against the basket with his hood pulled over his head.
âI think weâve been at this damn place for way too long.â
âItâs hard to choose, you know.â
âStevie, youâve been around for a couple of years now. Â Pick whatever you want; you should be used to this already.â
âI was on ice for seventy years, remember?â
âYeah, well I was sometimes on ice too. Â Besides, when I wasnât I was kicking it in the Soviet Union. Â You know the land of prosperity.â
âSo the Winter Soldier never went on shopping excursions?â Steve teased since they had finally developed a rapport that wouldnât trigger any unpleasantness between them. Â In fact, Bucky seemed to thrive on joking about his past as opposed to sitting around and sulking about it.
âYou know thatâs top secret information. Â I doubt you want to go down that road just yet, Cap.â Bucky lifted his head with the curve of a devil-may-care smile on his lips.
Steve chuckled and redirected his attention back onto the jars in his hands. Â he should have been better with decision making at this point. Â Then again, he was mostly supplied with food by either SHIELD, Tony, or Sam. Â They made sure he had food in his cupboards or set in front of him. Â So grocery shopping hadnât exactly been his forte. Â But he was determined to find some kind of normality in his routine for both his and Buckyâs sake.
Grocery shopping seemed like a basic and simple way to find their groove in such a fast-paced world. Â Or it should have been if it wasnât for smooth and crunchy peanut butter. Â He didnât even want to tackle the variety of jams and jellies further down the aisle.
As he continued to contemplate, Bucky came up beside him and yanked the smooth peanut butter jar from his hand before depositing it into the cart with an air of finality about it.
âThere; now letâs go before I finally die of old age.âÂ
âHey, Iâm your superior you know. Â You canât talk to me that way.â
âYouâre just a low-down, dirty punk.â Bucky said as he pushed the cart up the aisle. âAlways have been, Stevie,â
âYeah, yeah I love you too.â Steve smiled and followed after Bucky, who he watched in amusement as he snagged some strawberry jelly from the shelf and threw into the basket.
