summary: Of course they had presumptions and ideas about him. But Bucky makes it his mission to break them all down. For ladylothwen. Happy birthday!
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Steve is up after Sam's third knock. He doesn't have to look at the LEDs of his alarm clock to know it's early morning. 5:30 on the dot.
In the back of Steve's mind he can hear Bucky's voice fill up the silence left behind by Sam's rap on the door. Up and at 'em, Rogers.
He and Sam have picked up their jogging routine once again. The only running they'd been doing previously was chasing after Bucky. That was months ago, though. They run now for no other reason than the pavement under their feet. There's no knot of dread that today they'd be too late.
Steve scrubs a hand through his hair and yawns until his jaw gives a satisfying pop. He stumbles to his bathroom in the pre-dawn darkness. The lights flicker on as soon his feet touch the linoleum. Stark tech at it's finest.
Somewhere in the time between him washing his face and starting to brush his teeth, Steve's bedroom door opens. He expects to see Sam come sauntering into the bathroom as he does sometimes to make wisecracks about Steve's slowness. Steve even has a few choice words prepared for a comeback, but it isn’t Sam who came in.
It's Bucky that silently stands at the threshold between the bedroom and the bathroom. He looks like he's been awake for hours, blue eyes bright and alert, despite the mess of his hair. Bucky watches Steve in the mirror. Steve watches Bucky watch him.
There’s a look on his face that says he more or less just followed his feet. It’s unsure, but Steve can handle that--they can handle it together. It’s a much better look than the cagey, calculating stare of months gone by.
Steve takes stock of the relaxed posture. The loose way Bucky’s arms hang at his side. The Captain America toothbrush Clint thought was hilarious clutched carefully in Bucky’s metal hand.
Steve snorts. "G'morning," he says around his own toothbrush. He shifts a little, making more space at the sink. Bucky fills it easily.
As they brush their teeth, the space between them shrinks until their arms are pressed together. Steve's flesh one flush against Bucky's metal one. That’s how Sam finds them.
“Rogers, you aren’t getting any younger--” he stops short of coming into the bathroom when he sees Bucky.
Bucky spits into the sink. “Neither are you, Wilson.” </table>