The door slams shut and Bucky glances over to see a pissed-off looking blonde by the door. He raises an eyebrow and Steve slouches on the couch beside him, wrapping his large sleeves around himself firmly.

"What's up?"

"Got fired," Steve mutters bitterly, acid in his tone. Bucky rolls his sleeves up and leans against the couch, folding his arms. He couldn't say he was surprised.

Steve was ninety-five pounds and had so many ailments it was ridiculous. He had somehow managed to get a job at the diner down the block, called Dotty's - he could wash dishes, sweep, be a waiter if he had to. He was fired because of his asthma. He had a bad attack and scared a couple customers. Dotty's argument was that she "Couldn't have him dying all over her diner. She had a reputation of being clean and lively to keep." Needless to say, Steve was a little miffed.

"This was the fourth one in a row," Steve growls and Bucky sighs a little and twists his body to face him properly.

"Look, why can't you just collect scrap metal or something?" He suggests and Steve shoots him a dark look. "Hey, you're almost guaranteed to get it."

"I got no right to help any less than anyone else," Steve retorts and swings himself up then moves towards their cabinet. Bucky watches him quietly, raising an eyebrow when he pulls out a bottle.

"Gonna drink your problems away, pal?"

Steve tosses it to him and Bucky catches it easily. "Why don't you want me to work?" Steve asks as he sits beside him again.

Bucky twists the lid off and huffs, shoulders slackening. "It's safest. You know I'm always gonna support you, but you know your health. It shouldn't come as a surprise when this happens."

"So, what, I should expect to get fired when and if I get my next job?"

"Yeah." Bucky hands him the bottle and he takes a drink.

"I can work just as hard as - "

"H***, you try, all right. But c'mon, Stevie, be honest here," Bucky tries and Steve glowers at him.

"Are you just trying to get me riled up, Barnes?"

Bucky grins in response and takes a drink. This continues back and forth, until they're out of alcohol and just a little tipsy.

In the end, they were taunting each other, and Steve ends up tackling him.

Bucky pins him easily to the floor, smirking down at him. Steve scowls and pushes up with his knees, knocking Bucky to the side. He manages to get him in a headlock, but Bucky gets to his feet, leaving Steve to cling to him.

The brunette chuckles as he boosts Steve up so he's giving him a piggyback ride.

"You're so small," he crows and Steve burns red, squirming to slide off him.

"I'm not that small!"

"S'adorable," Bucky croons and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Buck, lemme down," he whines. Bucky lets him onto the couch.

"I win." He smirks triumphantly. Steve huffs before tackling him again. The pair roll around on the floor, drunkenly play-fighting. Steve manages to pin him to the floor, holding his shoulders and sitting on his stomach.

Bucky huffs and Steve smirks a little. "Pinned down by a little guy, huh? Not so strong now."

Bucky sits up and leans back on his hands, looking at the blonde, before it slowly clicks into place for both of them that Steve is now sitting on his lap.

Turning pink, Steve rolls off of him and Bucky stretches, twisting his back so he doesn't have to face the blonde, his face burning.

"I still win," Steve declares as he flops onto the couch, rubbing his eyes. Bucky looks back at him and nods quietly, before shaking his head to himself.

"Beat by a shrimp. What will the guys say," he sighs as he collapses onto the couch beside him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. Steve pushes his arm and looks up at him.

"The guys?"

Bucky meets his eyes and smirks a little. "Jealous?"

Steve flushes scarlet and shoves him. "No!"

Bucky stretches his arm across the back of the couch and closes his eyes. "Fellas at the docks." He yawns a little and rolls his head to the side and looks at Steve again. "Bet they'd take a liking to you," he adds and nods a little. Steve rolls his eyes.

"Doubt it." Steve runs a hand through his hair, causing it to stand up a little. He sighs and stares at his hands. "What're we doing, Buck? You got work tomorrow," he mentions, flicking his eyes over to the empty bottle. Bucky shrugs.

"Not until later in the day. I can afford a night off, pal."

Steve shakes his head. He tilts sideways and rests against Bucky's side, not bothering to care about it. Bucky pulls him in closer and scruffs his hair, and Steve doesn't bother to shove his arm away.

"Bet another round, I'd win, easy," Bucky muses, glancing at him. Steve looks up at him, amused.

"'Cause you're drunk," he chuckles, nudging him lightly in the ribs. Bucky smirks.

"So?"

Steve straightens up a little, tilting his chin up at him. "Okay, tough guy. Bring it."

Bucky tackles him and they both fall to the ground before rolling around, knees knocking and heads butting. Steve can't seem to find a place to hold on to, and Bucky quickly has him pinned.

He smirks down at him, his cheeks flushed pink, and his hair dangling into his eyes. Steve stares up at him, blue eyes wide. Both were panting, out of breath, from wrestling.

"Told you I'd win," Bucky murmurs and Steve rolls his eyes. Bucky's gaze darts to the blonde's lips for a brief second before meeting his eyes again.

Silence settles again, but somehow different this time.

Steve stares up at him and is tempted to kiss him. Bucky tilts his head a little, and all Steve can think of is it's happening. The blonde leans up a little and seals it.

And the two kiss. Bucky cups Steve's cheek and Steve puts his hand on his chest.

It was their very first kiss and it was just they way it should've been.

////

"'Member that, Stevie?" Bucky giggles, taking another swig of his drink. Steve smiles and nods, drinking his own, but feeling no affect of the alcohol at all. He couldn't get drunk.

"I won first," he gloats and Bucky leans towards him, smirking a little.

"Oh please, I had you beat easy. No tough match for this guy," Bucky rambles, gesturing to himself.

"Right."

"'S'true, sweetheart, nobody can ever defeat me. I'm invisible!" Bucky slurs, nodding to himself. Steve smirks slightly and nods a little.

"It's invincible, baby."

"'S'What I said."

Steve checks the time and sighs. "Time for bed." He takes the bottle from the brunette and lifts him onto his back. Bucky holds on lightly, resting his cheek on his shoulder.

"Only 'cause you're so pretty, m'kay?"

"Okay, Buck."

The pair head to bed together, and Steve remembers how glad he is to be able to handle his liquor, so he can take care of Bucky when he needs it. Returning the favour from all those years ago.