When Bucky steps through the door after a long day at work, the sharp scent of bleach and a fresh, clean aroma hits him. Two thoughts immediately spring to mind: either you’re covering up a crime scene, or you’re feeling upset and have chosen to deep clean the place to distract yourself.

He wanders through the space, taking in the sight of every surface gleaming, each pillow perfectly fluffed, and the floor spotless from mopping and hoovering. It’s only when he steps into the bedroom and spots you perched on the floor, meticulously reorganising the books on the large bookshelf you insisted on having, that he realises it’s definitely option number two.

He knows better than to interrupt you when you’re in such a deep headspace, so he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, his hand resting gently against your back as he subtly adjusts your posture to prevent any future aches.