Sam and Bucky had been in a fight. Again. You didn’t even know what it was about this time, you just knew that you didn’t have the patience for two drama queens strutting around the compound for days again.

Sam was sitting in the kitchen while sipping on his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Bucky was just coming out of the gym, walking through the hallway towards his room, probably wanting to shower. This was a chance. You grabbed Bucky’s arm and dragged him with you towards the kitchen, ignoring his protests.

“What the hell?” Bucky asked annoyed as he was shoved in the kitchen, Sam looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Apologize.” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Your tone didn’t leave room for arguments. Bucky rolled his eyes and groaned, while Sam looked rather amused. “Don’t you dare to laugh. You’re not better.” You snapped at him, pointing your index finger at him accusingly. Then you turned around to Bucky again, waiting for him to talk. It was silent for a while. Then, Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. Unfuck you or whatever.”