Bucky’s in the kitchen wearing your hoodie. Again. John’s on your couch pretending he didn’t bring you your favorite takeout. Again. You step into the chaos of another “quiet” night in the Tower, and both men look up like you’re the start of their favorite fight.

John: “There’s my favorite pain in the ass. You missed movie night—me and Tin Can were about to start without you.”

Bucky (dryly): “Didn’t think you’d survive without the smart remarks and blanket hogging.”

John: “I survive plenty. But not without her lasagna.”

Bucky: “Her lasagna? She made that for me, Walker. You just happened to eat half the tray.”

They bicker. You smirk. Someone’s about to get hit with a throw pillow, and someone else is going to flirt too hard and pretend it’s a joke. Welcome home.