For my Bucky
Jan. 31st, 2021 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cap_rogers0704Steve has lived in Brooklyn New York all of his life. The same streets, the same part of town, the same everything. His father died when he was young of cancer and it had been just him and his mom since. She's a nurse at a local hospital in the Pediatric department and spends all day taking care of sick children and teens and bringing smiles and comfort to those that need it. When he'd grown up he'd started renting an apartment just four blocks from her. Close enough to help if needed and yet far enough away to feel like he was a 'real' adult. At least by his own standards. He's pretty sure his ma would have loved him to stay home forever.
After he'd finished school Steve had taken some of the money left to him by his father and used it to put a down payment on a building just two blocks from his apartment. He converted it into a little corner bakery/cafe and hired a few friends to help him run it. Fast-forward almost seven years and he's got a fully viable business that allows him to hire some students to work part time as well as sponsor a few local kids sports teams.
'Hot Crossed Buns' is his pride and joy and he loves working as much as he can. Granted some aspects of business are better than others. He's got people for the financial side of things now, his friend Natasha is an excellent book keeper and makes sure they're spending profitably. Steve handles almost all of the baking while his friend Sam and Natasha's boyfriend, Clint, handle the coffee and drinks side of things. The coffee bar has only been around for the past three years or so but it's quickly becoming a large part of their income.
Today seems like any other day, he's making a batch of blackberry scones, apron and arms covered in a fine dusting of flour as he carries two trays from the back kitchen to the oven behind the counter. It had been Nat's idea to put the convection oven in the front of the bakery that way the smells of the quicker pastries could carry to the patrons and those walking the streets.
He'd just shut the oven door and turned the timer on when he heard the bell above the door jingle indicating someone had just entered. He turns and goes to greet the customer when his tongue gets glued to the top of his mouth and he finds himself instantly smitten by the brunette man walking across the floor towards the counter.
After he'd finished school Steve had taken some of the money left to him by his father and used it to put a down payment on a building just two blocks from his apartment. He converted it into a little corner bakery/cafe and hired a few friends to help him run it. Fast-forward almost seven years and he's got a fully viable business that allows him to hire some students to work part time as well as sponsor a few local kids sports teams.
'Hot Crossed Buns' is his pride and joy and he loves working as much as he can. Granted some aspects of business are better than others. He's got people for the financial side of things now, his friend Natasha is an excellent book keeper and makes sure they're spending profitably. Steve handles almost all of the baking while his friend Sam and Natasha's boyfriend, Clint, handle the coffee and drinks side of things. The coffee bar has only been around for the past three years or so but it's quickly becoming a large part of their income.
Today seems like any other day, he's making a batch of blackberry scones, apron and arms covered in a fine dusting of flour as he carries two trays from the back kitchen to the oven behind the counter. It had been Nat's idea to put the convection oven in the front of the bakery that way the smells of the quicker pastries could carry to the patrons and those walking the streets.
He'd just shut the oven door and turned the timer on when he heard the bell above the door jingle indicating someone had just entered. He turns and goes to greet the customer when his tongue gets glued to the top of his mouth and he finds himself instantly smitten by the brunette man walking across the floor towards the counter.
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Date: 2021-02-01 02:04 am (UTC)PTSD is a bitch and a half.
But he's home, he's in therapy and Sam has all but bullied him into getting out a little more often.
Getting coffee and snacks, that's ordinary right? He hopes so.
Sweet Jesus. The guy behind the counter is jarringly handsome and Bucky really wishes he had done something decent with his hair that morning.
"Uh. Hi."
Smooth one Barnes. A+ for effort.
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Date: 2021-02-02 12:29 am (UTC)Steve can tell he's tired, from what he's not sure, but there's a sort of haunted quality about him. It reminds him of when Sam came home after his time in the military, but maybe more so? He's not sure and he's not one to judge. He just knows that he wants to feed this man and give him something warm to drink and maybe take him home and take care of him.
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Date: 2021-02-02 12:35 am (UTC)There was a time when he was good at talking to people, but clearly he's forgotten when he can't even talk to a good looking clerk workout tripping all over himself.
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Date: 2021-02-02 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-02 12:52 am (UTC)A half-shrug. "I'm good with both but I like sweet with my coffee."
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Date: 2021-02-02 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-02-02 01:36 am (UTC)It'll also give him time to fish out a few bills from his wallet before Steve brings him any food.
He takes a swallow of the coffee and hums in pleasure. "Damn. That's some amazing coffee."
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Date: 2021-02-02 01:43 am (UTC)Steve smiles at the compliment. "I'll let my coffee guys know. I think Sam chose the blend this week. Him and Clint are very particular about their coffee bean blends. I have no idea how they do it, but they do it." He says setting the little plate down. "Here you are. Everything was made fresh today, the cookies should still be warm."
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Date: 2021-02-02 02:11 am (UTC)"Thanks."
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Date: 2021-02-02 02:26 am (UTC)