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Bucky looked up from the cutting board, his knife stopped mid motion over the chestnuts, as his phone buzzed a notification. It was the alarm when there was somebody by the front door.

He looked around the kitchen in mild panic because today was a special day and he was not ready yet. For a moment, Bucky wondered if Steve had come back early from his trip to Washington and was about to waltz in before Bucky finished cooking their dinner. Specifically, their Valentine’s Day dinner.

Wiping his hands on the kitchen towel, he swiped open the security app on his phone to access the front entrance camera. When they finally decided to move to their own house in upstate New York where they could have some privacy, Tony had insisted on installing all sorts of security measures. Bucky begrudgingly had to admit that the doorbell camera was one of the more useful ones. It allowed him to know when any deliveries were made without him having to actually go outside and interact with anyone. With the amount of online shopping that Bucky liked to do, it was utilized frequently. 

When he saw that there was no one standing outside and only a large box was present on their porch, Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. He placed his phone back onto the marble kitchen island and made his way to the front of the house. Bucky opened the door and picked up the large cardboard box and brought it back to the dining room.

Taking out one of the knives that was always present somewhere on his body, he made short work of the packing tape. Inside the box was a large bouquet of roses and a creamy white envelope tucked into the side. Bucky smiled, knowing that this had to be from Steve. He had been extremely apologetic about the timing of his business trip. Steve wasn’t Captain America anymore but he still did consultation work for anything that might need his expertise. But he had promised Bucky that he would be back by dinner time and luckily, it fit perfectly with his secret plans. Personally, Bucky thought Steve deserved a well rested retirement without interruptions but he also understood that Steve wouldn’t be who he is without his need to help others.

The rose stems were very long and Bucky knew that it wouldn’t fit into any of the vases they had in the house. Pepper had gifted them several as part of a housewarming gift package and Steve had gotten in the habit of buying flowers to fill them up. Bucky found the tallest one and set about trimming the roses to size. He got a bit lost in the task until his phone beeped again, reminding him that Steve’s arrival time was fast approaching. Bucky swore and placed the beautiful flowers in the middle of the dining table, along with the carefully selected placemats, cutlery, and candles. His memories had holes like a piece of swiss cheese but Bucky still knew how to treat his best guy.

Dashing back to the kitchen, he continued his preparations while fighting down nerves. Bucky had considered making something familiar but he talked himself out of it. Googling “Dishes to Impress” had given him a long list to choose from and the beef wellington had caught his eye. He knew it was a risk, making something adventurous on a tight time schedule but Bucky felt Steve was worth the effort.

While chopping mushrooms, Bucky’s eyes kept wandering to the envelope on the dining table. He thought about opening the card to read the contents but he knew that time was ticking. Even after putting the meat into the oven to cook, he still had some last minute cleaning up to do and didn’t want to get too distracted.

But it’s just a card. Should only take a few minutes to take a look.

Bucky’s inner thoughts betrayed his desires and he put down the knife and wiped his hands again. He walked to the table and picked up the envelope. Using the same blade that had opened the flower box, he undid the seal.

He knew immediately that Steve had drawn the picture on the card. Everything from the carefully hand written letters to the old style record player drawn in water color, it was distinctly in Steve’s style. Bucky softly touched the picture, remembering how their small cramped apartment in Brooklyn would fill with the music from the record player they had inherited from Sarah Rogers. Above the picture were the words “My Heart Skips A Beat When I’m With You!”. Bucky opened the card and inside was the message, “Happy Valentine’s Day Forever!”.

It was so cheesy but incredibly adorable, which were two words you could use to describe Steve perfectly. Then Bucky noticed a small piece of paper sticking out the side of the card that said “Please Remove Tab”. Bucky had never seen a card with an instruction like this before but he dutifully pulled the tab.

𝆕𝆕 Never gonna give you up, Never gonna let you down, Never gonna run around and desert you. 𝆕𝆕   

Bucky froze. He knew this song. Back when the Avengers had thrown him a welcome party, Peter and Clint had shown him a bunch of random videos to teach him about “Pop Culture.” He knew about “Rickrolling” but a card with a musical device attached to it was definitely a new phenomena for him. 

𝆕𝆕 Never gonna make you cry, Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. 𝆕𝆕 

He chuckled and put the card on the dining table by the roses. The music kept playing and Bucky wondered how the mechanism worked but he didn’t have time to investigate. Along with the main dish, he still had to finish making the others courses and needed to focus.

The next few hours were a flurry of activity with the musical card a constant reminder in the background. To Bucky’s surprise, it seemed like the volume of the song was slowly rising while continuing to loop. It was distracting but Bucky was used to tuning out noises while in the middle of a warzone so it wasn’t the worst. But he had to admit that it was getting just a tad annoying.

After making sure all the food was holding steady in the warming oven and the table was perfectly set up (and yes even the champagne was chilling although neither he nor Steve could get drunk), Bucky jumped into the shower to get cleaned up. Nothing like hours of cleaning and cooking to put a definite smell on himself and that is not how he wanted to greet Steve.

As the hot water poured down his body, he contemplated jerking off to take some of the edge off. Steve had been gone for a week and that had been extremely detrimental to his bodily needs. Natasha liked to tease them for still being in the honeymoon phase a year after getting together but the many years of longing wasn’t easily satisfied. Most days, even if it was just a long cuddle session, both of them needed that close proximity to sate their constant want for each other. 

But after a few minutes of wrestling over it, Bucky decided to stick to his original plan. He cleaned himself thoroughly, grabbed the bottle of lube and the new plug that had arrived in the mail earlier in the week. It wasn’t as big as Steve (and let’s be honest here, most plugs were not as big as Steve) but it gave a nice satisfying stretch. Slowly, he worked the slippery plastic in and willed himself not to come just from that. Once fully seated, he had to take a few deep breaths until his erection calmed down. He wiggled his ass a bit to make sure it was secure and turned off the water 

After he was dry, he worked citrus smelling products into his hair until it was glossy and fell in artful waves to his shoulders. Bucky remembered that his old self never had a curl out of place and he knew he wasn’t quite up to those standards after everything he had been through. But he still knew how to clean up well when the occasion called for it. Humming under his breath in excitement, he put on the outfit that he chose the night before; dark jeans that hugged his thick thighs and a soft button down shirt in a rich forest green that made his eyes look even brighter. 

When he made his way back to the kitchen to grab his phone, he was surprised to see that the card was still playing. It had been over four hours of continuous replay and Bucky wondered if all musical cards lasted this long. Then his phone buzzed and he looked down and saw a message from Steve that he was about twenty minutes away from the house. Bucky cursed and ran about to get the last touches ready.

He set out the ice bucket and placed the bottle of champagne inside. All the candles got lit and he put out the first course of salad along with a basket of freshly baked bread. The beef wellington was situated proudly in the middle, flanked on the sides with a bowl of truffle infused mashed potatoes and a plate of green beans with garlic and thyme. The meat needed to rest a bit before it got cut so that it would keep its juicy tenderness. Bucky adjusted the napkins for probably the tenth time, making sure all the edges were crisp.

Everything looked great so he didn’t know why he was nervous. He told himself that it was just another stupid holiday made up to feed corporate greed, but he really wanted tonight to be special. It was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple and Bucky just loved Steve so much. He knew he didn’t always express it that well and was hoping this was a way that Steve can feel appreciated. 

The only thing detracting from making it perfect was…the card.

Bucky loved that Steve had gone out of his way to make him a custom card but the music was not what he had in mind for a romantic dinner. Not only that, but the song that had started out fairly quiet was playing much more loudly. It was catchy the first dozen playthrough but now it set Bucky’s teeth on edge.

He picked up the card and tried opening and closing a few times but the music kept going. Shaking it and tapping it on the table didn’t help. There was no visible off switch and no instructions anywhere on how to deactivate it. There was only a small opening where the tab had been and Bucky could see a hint of metal through it. He didn’t want to damage the beautiful art that Steve had drawn but perhaps he could carefully tease out the device. He just needed to make the opening a tad wider-

🎵 NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!!!🎵

The sudden increase in volume surprised Bucky and the thumb that was inserted into the paper jerked to the side and tore it open. To his shock and horror, a giant mushroom cloud of glitter exploded from the card and settled on him and the dining table like the ashes of a volcanic eruption.

Bucky stared down, his mouth open in dismay, as he assessed the damage. The glitter was…everywhere. The food was covered in it and unsalvageable. He touched his hair and his hands came away with more of it. As for his vibranium arm, the glitter was in every crevice and he knew it was going to be an absolute nightmare to clean out. 

🎵 NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!!!🎵

And the fucking card was still playing.

Bucky’s therapist told him that it was understandable if he got angry since he had a lot to be angry about. That it was okay to feel angry or frustrated. But she always cautioned him on how to channel those feelings for extremely obvious reasons. He closed his eyes and tried to do the breathing exercises that she had taught him. One, inhale and hold, two, three, four, exhale and-

🎵 NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU!!!🎵

“Fuck it!” 

Bucky tore open the rest of the card to get at the mechanism inside. It was encased in a slim metal container and he couldn’t open it. He slammed it onto the table, hoping the impact would be enough to stop it but it kept playing. 

🎵 NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY!!! 🎵

Bucky punched with his right hand onto the metal and he felt a little give but it was still playing.

🎵 NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE!!! 🎵

Growling, he brought down his vibranium fist and the case finally shattered…along with the dining table.

🎵 NEVER GON-NNA ppppfftttt TELL-ll A L-ie AND H-uRt Y-ouuu ghffff- 🎵

With a resounding crack, the wood splintered down the middle and everything, the dishes, cutlery, roses and vase, slid down the broken sides and crashed onto the floor in a giant pile of glittery mess.The music glitched out a few more notes until it made a final gurgling noise of defeat.

Bucky gasped, his brain not fully connecting the dots to what had just happened. A headache was starting to brew behind his eyes and he brought up his hand to his face to help ease it but stopped when he saw the shiny rainbow particles that were stuck all over it. He looked down again at the floor and shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, shit. ”

*****

Steve tried to calm down as he slowly parked his car inside the garage but he wasn’t very successful. He hadn’t seen Bucky in a week and that was a week too long.

The last minute request, then begging, for his help had come at a bad time. But with Bucky’s blessing, he left to help out coordinating a challenging mission from Washington D.C. It had been a resounding success with not a single casualty and as soon as he could, he was on the next plane back to New York.

He had sent a box of roses and the custom card he made ahead of time, hoping that Bucky would get a laugh while he was gone. Steve had another box tucked away in his duffle bag because he loved showering Bucky with gifts. Even with all of the donations he regularly made, he still had too much money and felt absolutely zero guilt in spoiling the man he loved.

Once the car was safely parked and the ignition turned off, he grabbed his bag to enter the house. It was very quiet, eerily so, as he softly padded his way down the hall and into the living room.

“Hey Bucky, I’m home!”

The first thing that hit his senses was the smell. A mixture of beef, pastries, garlic and butter. It smelled absolutely delicious but something was not quite right. Steve walked further into the space and saw the dining table in two pieces with a disaster of food and broken dishes clustered in the middle. He also noticed very quickly that everything was covered in glitter.

“Welcome home, Steve.”

Steve nearly jumped from surprise. He turned on his heels and he saw Bucky sitting on the couch. His arms were spread wide over the top of the furniture and looking relaxed but Steve knew better. If anyone was an expert on Bucky’s body language and microexpressions, it was him and all of his senses were blaring Red Alert! Red Alert!

“Ahh umm,” Steve mumbled, trying to buy time, “I’m guessing you got the card.”

Bucky nodded. “Yup.” 

“And I’m guessing that umm…it didn’t go well?”

Bucky nodded again, his face still without any emotion. “Nope.” The P popped with emphasis from his lips.

Steve rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Umm…I’m really sorry. I thought it would be funny but I can see uhh…” His eyes took in the glitter that covered Bucky from head to toe. “That this didn’t quite go off the way I had imagined.”

Moving smoothly, Bucky got up from the couch and made his way slowly toward Steve. He circled behind Steve and started gently nudging him to move. Steve put down his bag and moved backwards since that was obviously what Bucky wanted.

"I had plans, Rogers. A romantic candle lit dinner, your favorite rom com on the TV while we snuggle and then I was going to let you enjoy your Valentine's Day present nice and slow. But you sent that monstrosity-" Bucky pointed to the scattered bits of the card still on the floor, "and derailed it all. So now there's gonna be a change in plans."

Bucky walked closer and Steve backed up until his knees hit the edge of the couch. With a surprised exhale of breath, Steve sat down and had to look up as Bucky hovered in a slightly menacing manner. Heart thumping wildly, Steve gulped before he could find his voice. "So what did you have in mind, Buck?"

Wrapping his vibranium fingers carefully around Steve’s throat, Bucky gave a gentle squeeze. Steve felt all the blood in his head rush straight to his dick. Bucky leaned and whispered so low that Steve was instantly grateful for his super soldier hearing.

"You're going to fuck me right here, right now. I'm going to ride you so hard that you better start praying the serum can keep up."

“I think I can do that.” Steve started reaching up with his hands but Bucky batted them away.

“Not so fast, Steve. You think I’m just going to let you off the hook after the shit you pulled? Do you know how much planning and effort I put into tonight? Now be a good boy and put those hands on the couch. They don’t move until I say so. Got it?”

Steve gulped again. “Understood.”

Bucky stepped back and slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. Steve couldn’t help but stare as inch by inch, Bucky’s chest and then belly was exposed to his hungry gaze. The shirt, once undone, was casually dropped to the floor. Then Bucky turned around and Steve could hear the zipper of his jeans being slowly pulled down. Bucky looked over his shoulder, a flirtatious smirk thrown Steve’s way and then pulled the pants down to reveal his surprise.

For a moment, Steve thought he was hallucinating but he shook his head to defog his brain. And no, he was not hallucinating because that was definitely a plug that was nestled between Bucky’s delectable ass cheeks. It was silver in color and round with a shiny red heart engraved in the middle. His hands involuntarily started to move, wanting to touch.

“Uh uh, no can do, Stevie. Hands down.”

Steve cursed and did as told while Bucky positively cackled in glee. Steve scowled. “You’re really enjoying torturing me, aren’t you?”

“You think this is torture? We’re just getting started, pal.”

Bucky slipped his jeans off his legs and it joined his shirt on the floor. Now he wasn’t wearing anything but the plug. He leaned over the coffee table, shoving his ass out to tease Steve even more as he played with the toy. Bucky’s eyes were half closed and hooded as he pulled it out, inch by inch, and then plunged it back inside. He groaned, feeling the slick of the lube seeping out the side in a warm gush. 

“See how hungry I was for you?” Bucky gasped. “A week, Steve. A fucking week. How the hell did you expect me to last this long?”

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m so sorry. Please, please let me-” Steve licked his lips as he stared at the pink hole that was grasping the slippery plastic greedily. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Oh, you will.” Bucky whispered and pushed the plug in to the hilt before turning around. “But you still can’t touch until I say so.”

Steve had to fight himself, wanting to beg and plead and whine. Did Bucky think this last week was any easier for him? He barely got any sleep since no bed was ever good enough without Bucky to wrap himself around. “Buck…please…”

Bucky shook his index finger in a no gesture. “Good things come to those who wait.” 

Steve had to clench his hands into fists, knuckles white and fingers digging into the couch cushion as Bucky straddled his lap. He watched as Bucky undid the button and zipper to his slacks to reveal the cock that was already full, hard and waiting. Bucky raised an eyebrow at the sight.

“You missed me too, huh?”

Steve gasped as Bucky wrapped his vibranium hand around his dick, all the nerve endings lighting up from the sensation. “You have no idea.”

“I think I do.” Bucky didn’t let go of Steve’s dick while his right hand dipped between the couch cushion to reveal a hidden bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, Steve. I got you covered.”

The first squirt was cold and Steve hissed from the contact but it quickly warmed up between Bucky’s skillful hands. He stroked Steve’s cock just the way he liked it and kept going. Gritting his teeth, Steve had to fight the urge to grab, to taste, because Bucky had told him to wait. He watched, transfixed, as Bucky rose up on his knees and with an obscene sound, removed the plug from his ass. Grinning, he tossed it over his shoulder and Steve heard the heavy thud as it hit the floor.

“Now, Steve. You gotta remember to breathe so you don’t pass out, okay?”

Steve was about to ask what he meant when Bucky placed his hole above Steve’s throbbing dick and plunged down all the way to the hilt.

An explosion of air erupted from Steve’s lungs as he watched Bucky throw his head back, moaning without a shred of shame. Steve could feel the cushion cover ripping under his nails as Bucky undulated his hips, gasping fuck fuck yes yes yessss as though Steve being inside him was the piece that had been missing from completion. Steve could taste blood in his mouth, realizing belatedly that he had bitten his lower lip so hard that it had broken skin.

“Buck…” Steve whined, his voice desperate with need. “Come on, let me touch you. Please!”

Bucky used his considerable strength to hold Steve down, stopping his hips from moving. “Not until I say so.”

“Damnit, Bucky!”

“Well, you should have known better than to play a shitty prank like that on me, huh?”

Rearing up again, Bucky moved until just the tip of Steve’s cock was in his hole before slamming back down. He placed his hands on the back of the couch, his arms stretched out beside Steve’s head as he worked his ass to take pleasure from Steve like he was the toy. The room was filled with their groans as Bucky’s insides clenched around Steve, their thighs slapping together loudly.

Steve thought he was going to die. It felt so good but it wasn’t enough because all he wanted to do was take Bucky apart piece by piece. He watched as his slickly covered dick was engulfed over and over by Bucky’s hole and had to close his eyes before he went insane.

Bucky tipped Steve’s face up, not even breaking his rhythm, and kissed him. Their tongues were frantic, thrusting in and out as though simulating what was happening down below. When they finally broke apart, Steve gasped out, “I’m sorry.”

Bucky smiled down at Steve. “Sorry about what?”

“I’m sorry about the prank card. I’m sorry that-” Steve lost his train of thought for a moment as Bucky ground down and twisted his hips, hard. “I’m sorry I ruined your dinner.”

“How sorry?”

“Really, really, fucking sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Grabbing a fistful of Steve’s hair, Bucky pulled until Steve’s throat was exposed. He licked greedily along the jawline and bit playfully on an earlobe. “You better start now then. Move, Stevie.”

With a snarl, Steve dug his hands into Bucky’s round ass and slammed him down onto his throbbing cock. A laugh, almost delirious with pleasure, came out of Bucky’s chest as Steve continued to thrust into his body mercilessly. Even with his own super soldier strength, it was all Bucky could do to hang onto the couch with both hands and ride it out as Steve pounded his hole again and again.

“Fuck fuck, Steve, yes! Oh God, yes, fuck me harder!”

Bucky knew that Steve’s hands were going to leave bruises and that’s just what he wanted. He wanted his body branded and marked, showing to the world how he belonged to Steve and that Steve belonged to him. His dick was leaking, smacking onto Steve’s tight abs as they both neared closer and closer to climax. He felt Steve growling again as he thrust so hard that Bucky swore he could feel the length in his throat.

“Bucky- I’m-, fuck I’m coming!”

That was all the warning Bucky got as hot come filled his inside. He was only a few seconds behind as his own cock shot out, coating both of them in white as the couch frame splintered under the grip of his vibranium hand. Chests heaving, they collapsed into each other and held on as they waited for their heartbeat to slow down.

Steve’s hand, trembling slightly from the adrenaline, stroked Bucky’s soft hair. He wrapped his other arm around Bucky’s waist and held him tight. But even through the exhaustion, Steve couldn’t help but utter a playful “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” into Bucky’s ear.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. Then he headbutted Steve’s forehead. Not too hard but with just enough impact to sting. “You are such a little shit. I can’t believe you thought that card was a good idea.”

Steve shrugged but looked thoroughly contrite. “In my defense, I had no idea that you would open it fully while standing over our dinner.” He looked down at the torn cushions and the broken wooden frame near his head. “Also this is the third couch we’ve broken in the last six months.”

Bucky smacked Steve on the shoulder. “I thought you’re the man with the plan, you asshole. Should have thought of all possibilities.”

“Okay, but wasn’t the concept of the card at least funny?”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky opened his mouth to reply when suddenly a few musical notes gurgled out from the broken dining table. A few disjointed words played from the card device until Bucky calmly reached into the couch again, pulled out a knife, and threw it into the mess. The noises came to an abrupt halt.

Steve looked at the knife embedded into the floor and then back at Bucky. “What else do you have hidden in this couch?”

Bucky sighed dramatically. “Steve, the love of my life. The correct question isn’t how much crap I stash around the house but are we gonna keep fucking or not?”

Without another word, Steve picked Bucky up and ran to their bedroom.

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Steve lost track of time but he was pretty sure they had beaten their personal record on how many orgasms they could pull off in a single night. All of his limbs felt limp from the exertion and even his ass ached. Steve’s face flushed red at the memory of Bucky telling him that he was a good boy while fucking him into the mattress. If their make up sex was going to be this hot, maybe he should piss off Bucky more often.

“I’m sorry I ripped the card.”

Tightening his hold around Bucky, he placed a kiss on the sweaty neck in front of him. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s really not. I know you drew the art for it and I really loved it. So I’m sorry.”

Steve placed another kiss, this time on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’ll draw you another one to replace it.”

Bucky hummed with happiness and scooted back to be even closer to Steve. They were silent for a few more minutes, cuddling together before Bucky asked a question.

“Did anyone help you with making that card?”

“Uhh…” Steve hesitated. “What makes you think I had help?”

Turning around, Bucky’s face was just inches away from Steve on their shared pillow. He poked Steve in the middle of his chest. “Don’t try to lie to me. I can tell that it was your art but the rest of this smacks of teamwork. Spill the beans.”

Steve buried his face into the pillow to try and muffle his laughter but Bucky would not be dissuaded. He started tickling Steve mercilessly until gasping, he finally confessed.

“Okay okay!” Steve shoved Bucky’s fingers off the side of his torso and raised his hands in a show of pleading mercy. “The music box being unstoppable once the tab is pulled was Clint’s idea.”

“And the song choice?”

“Nat.”

Bucky scowled. It figured that those two would be in cahoots with Steve. And he could almost, by just a tiny margin, be forgiving of those two infractions. But the glitter…not the fucking glitter. He raised his vibranium arm to Steve’s eye level to show how the annoying substance was now in every nook and cranny of the metal arm. To say that it was going to take a really long time to clean it properly was an understatement.

“And whose idea was this?”

Steve tried to look away but Bucky’s Murder Stare undid him.

“Sam,” Steve mumbled.

Bucky threw his arms in the air. “I fucking knew it! He’s going to pay for this.”

“Aww, I’m sorry Buck. But I’ll help you clean it up, I promise.”

“Damn right you will.” Bucky pushed Steve down onto the bed again and straddled him. “But I would like to continue your apology tour from last night. Unless of course…you’re tired?”

Steve looked at the window where the morning sun was starting to peek through. They hadn’t slept a wink but if there was one thing Steve Rogers couldn’t resist, it was a challenge. He slid his hands up Bucky’s thighs and took a firm hold, his dick already thickening in anticipation.  

“Don’t you worry about me, sweetheart. I can do this all day.”

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Sam whistled as he locked the doors of the VA behind him. It had been a long day and his back was killing him from the awful chairs but he still felt pretty good. He was a busy man between being the new Captain America and an Avenger but he was never going to completely let go of his responsibilities for the vets. It meant too much to him.

After making sure the security alarms were set properly, Sam started making his way to the back parking lot where the employees parked. Since he had been the last one to leave, the space was empty except for his car. But as he got closer to his vehicle, Sam noticed something was slightly off. His car, his baby, was looking…extra shiny?

Once he got within arms length he realized what the problem was. His car was covered in some kind of oily film. Sam swiped a finger over his windshield and rubbed it against his thumb. It was definitely some kind of petroleum jelly in nature. But the worst part wasn't that his car was covered in Vaseline.

The worst part was the glitter. Bumper to bumper in Vaseline mixed with glitter.

Sam looked down and saw that even the tires were covered in it. He got on his hands and knees and used his cell phone flashlight to check and sure enough, even the undercarriage was coated with the vile substance.

He made his way around the vehicle to check the other side and finally noticed the piece of paper stuck to the rear windshield. Smack dab in the middle of it was a red heart with a crudely drawn hand brandishing a middle finger. A hand that was black and gold in color.

Sam quickly hit one of the speed dial numbers on his phone and waited. After a few rings, the call connected. He drew in a deep breath before yelling, “Barnes, you fucking asshole!”

He could hear Bucky trying to hold back his laughter and failing. 

“Love you too, Sam. Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!”

The phone disconnected with a click and Sam’s cussing rang loudly into the night.