It was just another day. Literally. Nothing was happening, and Bucky couldn't help but feel that something, surely something had to happen. There was never a day of... nothing.

Going to the grocery store, for example, to buy some candy canes. Chased by Hydra agents.

Going for a walk downtown, he'd been attacked by a Russian guerrilla warfare gorilla and for some reason, Spider-Man was there too.

Stroll through a corn-maze -- attacked by a cult of suit-and-animal-head wearing weirdos.

Hell, even once reading a story where Steve turned out to be a Hydra agent, assumed to be proposing, but actually point-blank killed him. (Bucky had not enjoyed that story, and while it was fiction, anything could honestly happen.)

Basically, a lot happened in Bucky's life. He was a busy guy, apparently, and could never catch a break. So when an actual break came by, well -- he got suspicious.

"Nothing planned today?" He studied Steve cautiously. It felt like it was always the two of them getting into some sort of trouble and trying to find their way out. Steve glanced at him and shrugged.

"Nothing special," he replied as he flipped through his book, obviously engaged. Bucky was quiet as he sat with his hands on his knees. He listened to the tick of Steve's watch, the quiet rustling of paper as he turned a page.

It was too quiet. "No missions coming up? You don't... I don't know... feel ill?"

Steve frowned a little, not looking up. "No, not really... Why, should I?"

"No! No," he assured and leaned back, looking around the room. It was just them in the living room of their apartment. No pets to worry about, and any holidays were still months away. He hummed a little and tapped his fingers on his legs.

"So no dinner plans."

Steve nodded his head to the fridge. "Yeah, we still have some leftover lasagna I thought we'd heat up. Or I could make us something if you want," he mentioned and flipped another page.

"Lasagna's good," he assured as he shuffled again and stared at the bookshelf. Still half-expecting the wall to implode or something, Bucky hastily grabbed a book and settled down to read as well.

"So..." Steve looked up, bookmarking his page. "You don't want to do anything?"

"No, this is fine, just..." He looked around again. "We never get an actual day off."

Steve considered this. "No, not really," he agreed. "It's nice."

Bucky nodded a bit. "Yeah."

He finally relaxed into the space and settled in to read. Steve did the same.

That afternoon, nothing happened. No fights, no death, no drama -- just reading and quiet, a rare occurance for them both.