Steve: I have really high standards, I only fall in love with graceful-

Bucky :* stumbles into the room, knocking over a vase, startling two cats and landing flat on his face*

Steve:

Steve:I want that one

Bucky: I noticed we have slowly started to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance

Steve, down on one knee, ring still out: I mean, yeah, I guess

Y/N: Here's a fun idea: we hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing the person we're caught underneath with, we have to FIGHT them.

Steve: No doll, we're not doing that.

Bucky, nodding: Mistlefoe.

Steve: Buck, DON'T encourage her-

Steve: *to Peter* Why do you go to sleep so late?

Peter: *looking off into the distance* There's no rest for the wicked

Tony : He stays up late to watch cat videos.

Steve: can you do me a favour

Bucky: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene and take the blame for you.

Steve: cool, can you do the dishes?

Bucky: no.

Peter: So what if he wins again?

Steve: We suck it up, I guess.

Bucky, cleaning his favorite shotgun: Not my first president, won't be my last.

bucky: *speaking russian*

steve: i know, i know.

sam: you speak russian?

steve: no. i just know the phrase, ‘you're so fucking dumb’ in every language he speaks.

Bucky: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Steve: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Bucky: Absolutely not.

steve, age 15: i’m getting us fake IDs

bucky: to drink?

steve: to vote

Tony: What have you got there?

Steve, with his sketchbook full of drawings of Tony: Not secrets!

Tony: That was literally the worst answer you could have given.

Bucky: Fuck you

Steve: Do it

Bucky:

Steve: You won't

Bucky:

Steve:

Bucky, taking his shirt off: Bitch

Peter: If Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts got together, they would make the most beautiful super baby. It would rule us all...But what if super baby became too powerful?

Steve: What I meant was, did you have anything to say about the mission?

Peter: Oh, yeah, a lot.

Steve: We made a map of all the possible places Bucky could be.

Sam: This is literally a map of the world...

Natasha: Exactly, we have no idea where he is.

Steve: Yeah, I'm a heavy metal fan.

Bucky, attempting to flirt: Well, I don't want to brag, but have you seen my left arm?

[Steve briefing their next mission to the team with the avengers chattering behind him]

Steve: *turns around sternly* Why do I hear people talking?

The avengers:

Peter: *mumbling* Maybe because you have ears, genius

Tony :

bucky: *drunk, filling out a form* what's an occupation?

clint: it is something you do

bucky: *nodding while writing* steve rogers.

Steve, nervously walking into the living room: Bucky... Don't get mad or anything, but... I think I might be bisexual

Bucky, sitting on Sam's lap: ....

Bucky: Okay.

bucky: look stop fucking around and show us your flying car tony

steve: yeah tony

tony: uh

bucky: your dad promised us a flying car tony