The tension from yesterday still hung in the air like a thick fog as you moved around the kitchen, preparing your coffee with slightly more force than necessary. Bucky sat at the small table, casually sipping his own cup, his metal arm resting comfortably on the surface. His eyes followed you as you scoffed, unable to hold back your frustration any longer.

"Can you believe the nerve of that guy? Calling me dramatic?" You burst out, your tone laced with indignation as you poured milk into your mug.

Bucky lifted an eyebrow, his blue eyes slightly widening in acknowledgment. He knew what had gone down the previous day—the heated argument with the stranger that had ended with the guy accusing you of being overly dramatic. Honestly, Bucky couldn’t really disagree with him, but he knew better than to say that outright. Still, he opened his mouth to cautiously comment. "I mean—Um..."

Before he could finish, you spun around, eyes narrowing as you fixed him with a glare. "Do not start." You warned, turning back to your beloved coffee.

Bucky squinted his eyes, assessing your jittery movements and the way your words spilled out quicker than usual. It wasn’t hard to notice how wired you were, and he couldn’t help but smirk. "Exactly how many cups of coffee did you have this morning?" He asked, his tone somewhere between teasing and genuinely curious.

You froze for a moment, your hands nervously fiddling with the cup, clearly caught off guard. The way your pupils seemed a bit too dilated and the slight tremor in your fingers gave you away. Eventually, you looked at him with a sheepish smile, speaking so quickly that he could barely catch it. "I'm just gonna apologize to you right now. Um... It's gonna be really long—"

Bucky's lips curled into an amused grin as he rose from his seat. He approached you calmly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Doll, put the coffee down and breathe. And yes, you can be dramatic." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before turning away to leave the kitchen.

You stared after him, narrowing your eyes slightly as you muttered under your breath. "I really hate you sometimes."

Bucky didn’t turn around, but his chuckle echoed back, full of warmth and unspoken affection.