AU thingy: Steve is an art teacher and Bucky is the office aid at a high school.
In the summer of his junior year of college Bucky found a job working at the local high school as a glorified secretary. Not the most glamorous job in the world but at least he has something to do until his classes start.
Steve is the poor soul who got stuck teaching summer school. At least he has a slightly better chance of getting students who actually care during the school year. Summer school is full of bored, apathetic kids who are only there so they can graduate. He would’ve asked Natasha to take his place but she had already packed up the science room and booked it to Europe before he could catch her.
About two weeks into the job Bucky’s noticed a pattern. Each morning at six o’clock a tall, blond teacher carrying a stack of books and a giant laptop bag trudges by the office window and disappears into the office labeled: “Mr. Rogers, Art.” Over time the stack of books grows and he walks a little slower, dragging his feet. When Bucky sees Mr. Rogers drop the books for the third time he makes up his mind to try and put a smile on that tired face.
On Monday a small muffin has been left on his desk with a note that reads: “Allergies?”. A poorly drawn arrow points to a blank sticky note clearly meant for Steve’s answer. Upon closer inspection he discovers that the muffin is chocolate and blueberry. He pokes his head out his office door but he can’t see anyone in the hallway. The only other person in the building is the guy who works at the front desk but he must be on break because Steve can’t see him anywhere. Confused, Steve picks up the muffin and takes a bite, writing down his (painfully extensive) list of allergies as he chews. When he comes back from lunch the note is gone.
Every morning different kinds of muffins are placed on his desk, never without a little note and never including anything Steve listed as an allergy. He eventually realized they were homemade which just made him even more confused. None of his friends stayed at school over the summer and his students definitely weren’t even going to take the time to study the material, let alone bake. So who was it?
Bucky was late. Bucky was so late. He shouldn’t have gone out drinking the night before and he was paying for it now. His head is throbbing and his mouth tastes like sand but he’d woken up early to make sure the muffins were made but he’d forgotten to account fort the city traffic. Mr. Rogers’ office door was open and he didn’t hear any noises coming from inside so he unpacked the muffin, scribbled a quick note using the wall as a hard surface, then ducked inside. He put in the exact same spot as always (next to the shiny stapler and the huge bucket of pencils, pens, and markers) and made a run for it. Except he was stopped when he face-planted into a broad, warm chest.
It was the guy from the front desk. They were his muffins. Huh.
Bucky walks into work the next day to find a small sketch at his desk with a note that reads: “Thank you.” He breaks into a big grin and puts the drawing in his bag for safe keeping and, down the hall, Steve is smiling too (but just a little).
The sketches keep coming and so do the muffins. It takes Steve until the very last day of summer school to draw the two of them at lunch and attach a sticky note: “Tomorrow at 12?”
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