Imagine Steve and Bucky making pancakes in the morning, sliding around the kitchen in their underwear and socks and singing off-key to obnoxiously tacky pop songs and ending up with flour everywhere
they don’t hear sam’s knock on the front door because they’re too busy screaming along to ‘sk8r boi’ at the top of their lungs.
steve is singing into a bowl full of pancake batter while bucky has half a pancake shoved in his mouth and is trying (and failing) to air guitar with a small spatula when sam coughs pointedly.
"this isn’t what it looks like," steve gets out after a few moments of stunned almost-silence, sk8r boi continuing to play in the background.
sam grins knowingly. “well, that’s a damn shame, ‘cause i love this song.”
they don’t hear natasha come in through the window twenty minutes later because she’s stealth incarnate (and also because the three of them are in the middle of a rousing rendition of ‘since you’ve been gone’).
she gives them a round of applause when the song ends - sam drops the syrup bottle, bucky chokes on half a pancake (a different half this time; he really loves pancakes), and steve grabs a frying pan to use as a weapon.
she just raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “you better have ‘toxic’ on that thing.”
