let’s open up those blinds, let’s put away those claws
The next morning, Sam and Bucky sit on a bench, side by side, sunglasses shielding their eyes, coffee cups clutched protectively in front of their chests, as Steve sprints laps of the Mall.
"Seems like you guys sure had fun last night," Steve shouts, loud and unforgiving, at the pair when he passes them for the third time. Bucky cringes, while Sam tries, unsuccessfully, to cover his ears in time. "Hope you didn't drink too much!"
"Smug son of a bitch," Bucky mutters at Steve's back.
Characters/Ships: Sam/Bucky, Steve
Topic Warnings: some grief because war. also bucky.