so i am writing a TERRIBLE steve/bucky AU where everybody lives in a building where steve works as the building caretaker/super (except he’s nothing like an actual super because he just spends all day helping everyone and apologising for nothing). bucky hasn’t even turned up yet. anyway i have to go to bed but i thought i’d leave a little preview here and u will all see why i usually write misery rather than fun (although there is still definitely misery to come here)
“Doesn’t seem like you’re in the mood for a party,” Sam says, as he eases himself in next to Steve. Steve puts his book down and stretches out. Sam passes him a burger, the bun slightly burnt on the top.
“You alright?” Steve asks. “Nice day?”
“Yeah, good,” Sam says.
“How’re the birds?”
Sam crosses his arms. “You don’t care about the birds, man.”
“Sure I do,” Steve says. “Best friends you ever had, those birds.”
“Nah,” Sam says. “They’re just work friends.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Steve says. “Nobody ever made any friends worth a damn where they work.”
“You watch your mouth,” Clint says, gesturing with his spatula slightly too wildly. Fat crackles in the air like catherine wheels, and Clint swears and retreats from the conversation to turn the burgers over.