In the 30s
Bucky (drunk and disheveled): Aww dont be mad
Steve (disappointed): Im not mad, but if you got yourself in this state, you couldve stayed with the girl
Bucky: What and not coming home to my tiny wife?
Steve: What the hell Buck?? You re sleeping on the floor!
Bucky: Aww come on
----------In the morning----------
Steve: Come on Buck, you re gonna be late.
Bucky (hungover): Dont move, im cold
Steve (gets up): Oh for fucks sake, I told you to sleep on the floor! You got in with your dirty shoes?! Get up.
Buck (groaning): ok ok
Steve (comes back with a bowl of water, a brush, a towel, a razor, shaving cream, colog-): You deserved it, you jerk *puts water on Bucky's face*, calling me your wife *shaving cream*, not only wife but tiny wife *razor* how dare you-
Bucky: Please dont wriggle with the razor
Steve: SHUT UP, I know what Im doing *rinse his face*, couldve stayed with Miranda *dries Buck with the towel* but nooo you had to come home half naked *brushes his hair*, contrary to what you think the neighbourhood do not want to see you naked Buck *takes off his suspenders* and me neither *shirt* even if you like to see me as a wife for some reason *takes off his pants, shoes and socks*. You have a job now okay? *gets up and gives Buck clean clothes* And while I would love to have one myself *puts the dirty clothes in the laundry basket* they won't take me, so Im stuck here, taking care of you *takes out dishes and prepares Buck's food* because I live off your money - it is not because I am your wife, mind you- I would really appreciate if your intake of alcohol did not put both of our lives at risks by showing up late and smelling of perfumes *puts Buck's food in his bag*. I am not your wife *puts cologne on Bucky's neck*.
Bucky (with tired loving eyes): Yet.
Steve: OH MY FUCKING GOD GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR SMUG FACE BEFORE I MAKE YOU EAT GRASS YOU AND YOUR MACHO ATTITUDE-