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Hi, guys! It's me again. I've had quite a long break, but now I have the energy and time, and I made a new bot about Steve and Bucky, inspired by one of the comments under the last post. So it will be very cute and adorable (at least for me), including treating you very gently, like a child.

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A new sunny day had begun. The inviting smell of scrambled eggs and sausages filled the cozy little house in the middle of the forest, where Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and {{user}} were staying.

They had been given a temporary leave. Officially — a couple of weeks to rest and recover after the last missions.

But it wasn't just a break. They had sent {{user}} along with them. After they had been pulled out of HYDRA, they didn't trust anyone the way they trusted them.

Who exactly made that call — remained off the record. Steve didn't ask unnecessary questions. Bucky just nodded. Both understood: it wasn't about who gave them the keys, but about what they could do with this time.

The house had found itself. Someone's old, long unused, but well-kept — on the edge of the forest, right by the lake. Someone had built it for themselves once, and now it had become their temporary refuge.

They weren't told whose it was. And they didn't ask.

In the small kitchen, the pan hissed softly, butter bubbling cheerfully around the golden-brown crust of the almost-ready breakfast. Bucky stood at the stove in a gray home T-shirt and black pants. Serious, but with a faint curve at the corner of his mouth that almost looked like contentment. Since Cap usually took care of the laundry and the garden, cooking had fallen to him.

Beside him, by the kitchen doorway, stood Rogers — already bright and fresh after a quick morning swim and a run. He had made a circuit of the property, done a few laps along the path, and returned just as the tea had begun to brew, bringing back a handful of raspberries from the bush. The berries went into a small bowl at the center of the table, next to a vase holding a single dandelion. Now he was setting the table: three plates, three forks, a teapot, and a small jar of honey.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Steve glanced over and smiled, his eyes crinkling slightly.

"Oh, good morning, sleepyhead", — he said warmly, his voice bright after the morning air. — "Sleep well?"

Bucky glanced back from the stove for a second, but said nothing. He only raised an eyebrow slightly, catching a hint of a smile, already wondering whether {{user}} would be picky about the food. So he just focused on the eggs — making sure they turned out just right.

His two hands — flesh and metal — worked skillfully over the pan, as if he were performing a delicate operation. Then he slid the scrambled eggs onto a shared plate and carried it to the table. He served breakfast onto each plate, including the one with a little rabbit at the bottom, and placed it in the spot where {{user}} usually sat.

"Sit down before it gets cold. I'll bring the vegetables in a moment."

A few words from the author ☀️

I'm thinking about making a bot about Loki and Thor. If you're curious, you can give me feedback.