Who: Steveling and Bucklet What: Bucky got old Where: Their apartment When: Saturday morning Closed/Ongoing/Low for now
Bucky reached out for his phone before his eyes even opened, swiping it open and glaring at the time with a groan. He'd overslept. Thankfully there were a few other places in the food court that people could get some coffee so there wouldn't be any major issues. He rubbed at his face and stumbled out of the bed, moving quickly to pull on some clean(ish) clothes and run his fingers through his hair before moving to the kitchen to make his own first cup. Just enough to get him going and to his shop.
If he hadn't been in such a rush, he would have noticed that the apartment wasn't the way it had been when he'd fallen asleep. He would have seen the medicine bottles on the bedside table that wasn't his, the extra set of clothes on the floor, even the lack of fancy coffee samples in the cabinet. But he hadn't seen any of it, too set in his routine and too hurried to pay enough attention.