A/N: I wrote this down because I had nothing better to do and in the process, started a notebook that I'm gonna fill up with oneshots. That's the goal here. Most of them will probably be Stucky because I am still trash. Told from Bucky's point of view.

I mixed whiskey with my morning coffee, sipping it as I got ready to open up shop downstairs. I owned a small coffee shop under my apartment that was pretty popular among teens because Stark Tower was right next door and it has the best wifi in the city. Hundreds of devices are able to hook up to it without getting lagged. And I make a nice coffee, so even Tony Stark will come down for a coffee. 

My first customer for the day was a sweet little old couple: Mabel and her wife, Pacifica, like always. Mabel put her little teacup on the counter with Pacifica's mug. Pacifica ordered a coffee in her mug while Mabel ordered a sweet iced tea.

"Hello deary." Mabel said. "Cifi, say hi." Pacifica grunted a hello.

"Hi, Nan. Hi, Gran. How are you?" I replied, pouring the coffee and tea for the old lesbian couple who adopted me as their grandson unofficially, not knowing that I was their age.

"What's your name again?" Mabel asked, looking lost.

"Bucky, ma'am."

"I used to know someone called that...little Bucky Barnes...he was in my kindergarten class."

Well shit. I stared at her, thinking as fast as I could to save myself from accidentally saying that I was Bucky Barnes.

"He grew up so well. We used to be best pals, going out on double dates with Steve, Bucky's partner, remember, Cifi?" Mabel asked tugging her wife's sleeve excitedly. Pacifica nodded, smiling slightly. I couldn't help but smile. I remember that.

"C'mon, Mabes, we have to get cat food for your thousand cats." Pacifica said, still smiling as she drank her coffee, wandering to the door. Mabel nodded, following her with her little teacup.

"Goodbye, young man!" Mabel called, waving at me from the door. I waved back, smiling.

Dr Zola came in while the old women were chatting with me. He ordered a caramel macchiato and a black coffee in sign language as they talked to me.

"So who's the black coffee for, Zola?" I asked, putting the coffees on the counter for him to grab once the ladies left. "That would be $16.98."

Zola flushed pink as he handed me a twenty dollar bill to cash. "I got a boyfriend. His name is Johann Schmit and he doesn't act sweet around anyone but myself." The middle-aged doctor explained, trying not to let all the excitement into his voice.

"Oh! Good for you! I wish I had a boyfriend..." I said, smiling a little. "Bye, Zola!" I said as the doctor left.

"Such a sweet guy...if anything bad happened to him, I would fucking destroy the world..." I mused, making plenty of iced coffee for the gays and lesbians and the random straight girls that would be by any minute now. The door swung open and twenty-something people poured in, chattering away about hawt models and fashion.

"Are the queens, queers, girls and gays here!?!?" I bellowed over them, causing them to scream. I grinned. "I got your iced coffee ready!! Come up and get them!!" The gays came forward first, each taking one as I sipped my own iced coffee. Just as quickly as everyone came, they left.

Then Steve tripped through the door, still wearing his pajamas.

"Hi, doll." I said sweetly and quietly to him, feeling my cheeks heat up. He smiled, scratching at his hair, which stood up in all directions.

"Hey, Buck. The usual, please, darlin'." He replied as casually as he could, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"You got it, Steve." I said, pouring his black coffee before handing it to him and ruffling his soft blonde hair. He grinned, sipping his coffee before putting it down and planting a soft kiss on my lips. I breathed in sharply in surprise, causing Steve to pull away, but I just pulled him back, kissing him passionately.

"So...you aren't freaked out that I like you?" Steve asked.

"Hell no, darlin'. Did you see those two old women leaving my shop? Those were two of the women we went on double dates with: Mabel and Pacifica. They're gay for each other. It doesn't bother me. I love you too, Stevie." I replied, climbing over the counter to embrace him. He held me happily as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.