Narrator's POV

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Sam shifted in the couch as a sound filled his ears. He turned his back to the direction of the sound, not caring about it. He was sleeping right now.

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He sat up. "What the hel-" He saw Bucky in his pajamas staring in the kitchen with some duck tape. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing the table." Bucky said, unrolling more tape and wrapping it around the broken table.

Sam raised a brow, but dismissed the situation. He stretched, yawning. "I did not know this couch was that comfortable." He said. "What time is it?"

"Ten thirty." Bucky said.

"I missed my morning run." Sam said.

Bucky only continued with the tape.

"You know." Sam started. "You should go running with me in the morning." He said.

"Did you just call me fat by telling me I should run with you?" Bucky asked, continuing with the tape.

"What? No." Sam said.

"I'm pretty sure you just called me fat."

"I'm just saying it's a good way to get your blood pumping in the morning. Plus, you never know what interesting things you'll run into." Sam said, standing up and popping his back. "Take a shower afterwards, and you'll feel like a brand new you. Refreshed and ready to jump onto some action."

"No thanks. I think I've had enough action for a life time." Bucky said, standing back up and going to the pantry. He got out a box of Lucky Charms, shaking it. Hearing that it was nearly empty, he checked inside only to find crumbs and cereal dust at the bottom of the plastic bag. "Have you been eating my Lucky Charms?" He asked Sam.

"You know I don't eat sugary cereals." Sam said, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Hmm..." He looked around the little food in the fridge. "How does a grilled cheese sandwich and orange juice sound for breakfast?"

"Whatever." Bucky said, putting the cereal back on top of the pantry.

"Hey, if it's empty; throw it in the trash." Sam said. "Don't lead someone else into excitement only to find no marshmallows in there." He said, taking out some cheese.

"I don't even-" Bucky stopped into realization. "You have been eating my cereal."

"It was one time." Sam said, hiding a smile.

"It's mine. You know it's mine."

"Who bought it?" Same turned to him, raising a brow.

Bucky went silent. "I'm gonna go..." He didn't have any sort of excuse. "...do something."

"You could take out the trash." Sam said.

Bucky looked at the trash.

"It's only a walk to the street. Place the bag in the-"

"I know, I know." Bucky said, picking it up. "I'm not twelve." He made his way to the door barefoot.

Sam buttered some bread, listening as Bucky made his way to the door listening for a question he knew the answer to.

"It's the blue one, right?"

Sam smiled, putting the bread on a skillet, listing to it sizzle. "Yes. The green's one for re-"

"Recycling, I know." Bucky said.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully and continued with breakfast as he heard the door open and close.

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Bucky sighed, feeling the cold concrete walk way under his feet.

It felt a little moist. Must've been from the morning dew.

He looked at the trash bins. "Whatever." He made his way to them with the trash bag in his right hand. He opened the blue one and threw in the bag, closing the lid.

Something across the street caught his eye.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked himself, squinting to get a better view at a white figure across the street. "What the fuck? Is that a fucking cat?"

It was a cat, just standing there and looking at him.

"Hey, don't fucking look at me like that." Bucky said to it. "That's a weird looking fucking cat." He turned to the house calling Sam. "Sam, there's a stray cat outside."

There got no response.

Bucky turned back to the cat to see it had come closer. It was in the middle of the road, just sitting there while no cars drove by. "Sam!" He called again, a little more urgent now, backing up toward the house.

This cat was getting weird.

"Sam, there's a weird fucking stray cat outside." He said.

"The trash." Is the only thing that came from Sam inside of the house.

Bucky turned back to the cat.

It was at the trash bins. That cat's eyes were strange, hypnotizing almost. It looked sick, that or possessed.

"It looks like a grandma, the fucking thing. Aye, get the fuck out of here." Bucky said, looking at its tired looking eyes. "I don't even know if that's a fucking cat. Blink mother fucker!"

The cat blinked, only it was an eye after the other. It stood on all four paws and began to walk toward Bucky.

"Gargh-!" Bucky raced inside the house, closing the door. He looked through the small glass window on the door.

The cat was gone.

Sam looked at him, raising a brow. He placed two plates with sandwiches on the duck taped table. "Everything okay?" He asked.

"Don't ever leave the door open." Bucky said.

"Okay?" Sam said, walking to the fridge. "Orange juice?"

Bucky took a seat at the table. "Water." He said.

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"There's not much going on over here either." Wanda's voice came from Sam's laptop. "The compound is a little quieter without Steve."

"I bet." Sam responded, he had his headphones in.

They were having a chat.

Sam was sitting in the couch, while Bucky was in his room behind a closed door like usual.

"How's James doing?" Wanda asked. "I know he and Steve were close."

Sam looked toward the hall that lead to Bucky's room. "Um, yeah. He's doing alright." He said. "We don't talk much. We have our little conversations every now and then, but it's not much. We're still setting down the ground rules."

"After five months? You can't tell me you two only interact when you pass each other down the hall." Wanda said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "It gets kinda hard sometimes."

"I know James didn't speak much in the little time I got to know with him." She said. "He would always stick around Steve."

"Yeah, they grew up together." Sam said. "In the armed forces, fought together. They spent a lot of time together, talking about who knows what." Sam scoffed.

"Probably about old things." Wanda smiled.

"Yeah." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging a little. "Must be nice having someone to talk to."

Wanda looked at him, seeing how his body language suddenly wasn't as happy and excited as when they first began their chat. She knew Sam missed having someone to talk to.

He missed Steve and how things were when he was still, well Steve.

Steve had practically taken him under his wing and helped him become more outgoing and be the best Sam he could be.

"Sam.."

"Anyway, how've you been without...you know..." He didn't want to go there.

Wanda felt herself in the same position as Sam now. "It's... It's been hard." She nodded. "It's a little hard to get up in the morning."

They had both lost people close to them in some way.

"I know how that feels. Kinda hard to get up early for a morning jog when no one's there to run it with you." Sam said, thinking back at all the times he and Steve had enjoyed racing each other or joked about the whole "on your left" thing.

"Yeah." Wanda nodded.

It went silent between the two.

"Well, I'll be seeing you later." Wanda said.

"Sure." Sam nodded.

They both said their goodbyes and disconnected.

Sam closed his laptop of leaned back on the couch, sighing. He closed his eyes.