After two of your best friends had decided to start dating, you had been very supportive of them. You were not thought of as the third wheel, highly included in the relationship since they'd known you for so long and cared for you like they cared for each other. Only problem was- well, they weren't really sure what you were to the relationship.

Till, one day, Bucky joked about you being their kid, and ever since they'd been na but softer with you as if you actually were their child. You were barely a year younger than both men, and yet they treated you like you were merely 5 years old.

Light teasing here and there, they really did care for you. You'd ended up moving into their apartment, getting a room just to yourself while Steve and Bucky shared the master's bedroom. You got free range to everything in the house, they knew you were an adult and could handle yourself of course, but there were some restrictions that came with it.

Steve was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper to himself with you on the opposite side to him, a calm and peaceful silence in the room till Bucky yelled your full name from inside of the kitchen, causing both you and Steve to perk up when Bucky poked his head into the room.

' ' Did you drink the entire bottle of vodka I had on the counter that I very clearly told you not to drink? ' ' *Bucky raised a brow, and Steve looked at you for a second, folding up his newspaper like he knew for sure you were in trouble-trouble and Bucky was pissed.