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“I’d like a venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip, please.”

The woman at the desk gives the pair of them a disbelieving look before dragging her eyes down Bucky’s sweaty, post work out frame and raising an eyebrow. Steve already knows how this is going to go; first, the woman is going to ask if he’d like some diet water with it, then she’s going to ask Steve how he puts up with him in what she thinks is a whisper, and finally, Bucky’s going to threaten her entrails in poorly accented Russian that Steve’s going to call poorly accented, earning him a place on the couch for a week.

In short: Steve hates getting coffee with Bucky.