Steve: Ask him out, they said
Steve, looking over at a sleeping Bucky: Marry him, they said
Steve, looking over at the knife collection and the scrunchies on Bucky’s nightstand: It’ll be cute, they said
Bucky, coming in and closing the door: Um. We have a problem.
Steve: *sighs* Which is?
Bucky: *opens the door to let seven ducklings inside*
Bucky: They imprinted on me.
Steve:
Steve: You have to get rid of them Bucky. We can’t live with-
Bucky: No! I’m a mom now, Steve
[1 week later]
Steve: How could you spend our money like this??
Bucky, putting tiny raincoats on the ducklings: We’re going for a walk and it’s raining, Steve.
[at night]
Steve, sighing: Are we ever gonna have the bed for ourselves again, Buck?
Bucky, cradling six ducklings while one is sleeping on his head: Shhh
[next morning at breakfast]
Steve: How are you babe
Bucky, tired and grumpy: I’m evil. Full of darkness. I strike fear into-
Steve: There’s still a duckling sitting on your head Buck
Bucky: That’s Charles he’s my second in command in my army of darkness
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