Someone should write a story based on these photos, is all I’m saying.
FML. FML. hackedmotionsensors, americachavez, madripoor, and etc.
GET THE FUCK OUTTA TOWN
"So what, your plan’s just to eat all the bacon they have before Steve makes it in? As punishment?”
Bucky pushes the last few bites of his pancakes around his plate, dragging his fork through the syrup and Sam wonders if he ever realizes that his default doodling pattern is five-pointed stars. Least, as long as he’s known him.
"What can I say, the early - "
"Say bird gets the worm one more time, Wilson, and you’re gonna wake up with a mouthful of them.”
Sam chuckles, tosses another piece of bacon is his mouth.
"Whole world of avian-related humor, and you think I’m going to stick with that?"
Bucky’s phone vibrates near his elbow, and he jumps, still not quite used to it, so Sam takes the chance to reach out and pluck it off the table before Bucky catches up. Steve’s smiling face pops up on the screen for just a second before Sam answers, grinning over the last of his eggs at Bucky’s disgruntled expression.
"Reveille was a couple hours ago, Cap - "
There’s a snort from across the table as Bucky pushes a gloved hand through his hair, and that should never be as distracting as it always is -
“More car trouble? Shame, it’s almost like you don’t have friends that can fly.”
Sam shovels the last of his eggs into his mouth, chewing over Steve’s weak protest, and Bucky smirks over his own nearly-empty plate when Sam signals for their check, grinning at their waitress.
"Well, friend, a pretty good-looking one - tell me your coordinates, I’ll put in a good word.”