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It was late afternoon, and Peggy, having woken up later than usual, was just getting around to fixing herself something to eat. She stood in the small kitchen, half-asleep, stirring up her scrambled eggs and waiting for the waffles to pop out of the toaster.
The small kitchen was probably the second-smallest part of the apartment she shared with Bucky (the first was the bathroom). When they'd been searching for a place, fresh out of high school with no jobs and no money saved up, it'd been the cheapest option in a decent neighborhood; two small bedrooms, one small kitchen, one small living space, and one tiny bathroom. It worked for her and her best friend. A few minutes later, she sat at the table, eating her breakfast and flipping through bills. They had enough money to cover everything, except rent. At some point in her eating, she became aware of the sound of Bucky's bedroom door opening and shutting; she didn't wait to call out to him. "Hey. We're...about a thousand dollars short on rent," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be that short on rent. "It's due at the end of the week." And then, with a grin he could probably hear --- "Think we can swing it?" ( she knew damn well that they could and that they would. ).
