Weirdly, or maybe not so weirdly, Bucky enjoyed doing the laundry. Maybe it was the smell of the detergent that he liked or the warmth of the clothes as he pulled them out of the dryer. He liked to hold the hot laundry to his chest, soaking up the heat like a happy lizard. Maybe there was something about how domestic it felt to mix Steve's clothes in with his that just made him feel stupidly satisfied with his life. He even sewed up any holes he found. He'd always had nimble fingers.
Crazy hotel aside, things were pretty much perfect.
Even laundry hour. Esepcially laundry hour, actually, because that was when he got to talk with Pepper and catch up. Though he was still on rocky ground with Tony, at least Bucky could say that he was bonding well with Pepper. It was always a lovely and interesting chat with her. Bucky knew there wasn't much he could do for Howard's kid but in his own way, he hoped that maybe giving Pepper some entertainment even for a little while could somehow earn him brownie points from Tony later.
He waltzed into the laundry room with his arms full and a whistle on his lips. "Hey Pep, you're lookin' fine today." Bucky dropped his and Steve's clothes into the nearest washing machine to her. He glanced over at the loads she had. How did she keep it all so organized? He thought for a moment and then reached into the washing machine to start sorting out the darks and colors from the whites into a second machine. "How's your week been?"