[ he really can't bear the thought of steve fucking taste-testing his food for him. it smacks too much of weakness or— like he's worth too much, or something equally repugnant, even if in the long run it would work to serve the purpose of making sure he doesn't end up off the literal rails.
so as soon as steve takes a bite, bucky doesn't wait for results. he reaches for the plate and fork and shoves a fully disrespectful mountain of pancake into his mouth, chewing ravenously before washing it down with the orange juice also on the table.
for shitty replicator food? it kind of tastes like heaven after two weeks of nothing but nightmares.
he offers steve a goofy grin— dribbling a dab of juice down his chin like a prize idiot.
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so as soon as steve takes a bite, bucky doesn't wait for results. he reaches for the plate and fork and shoves a fully disrespectful mountain of pancake into his mouth, chewing ravenously before washing it down with the orange juice also on the table.
for shitty replicator food? it kind of tastes like heaven after two weeks of nothing but nightmares.
he offers steve a goofy grin— dribbling a dab of juice down his chin like a prize idiot.
welp. ]