Imagine Steve, who until now hasn't properly had a boyfriend/girlfriend, the first time someone introduces/refers to Bucky as "Steve's boyfriend Bucky." (Or Steve as "Bucky's boyfriend.")
“My boyfriend’s ma was Irish. Corned beef hash on Saint Paddy’s is tradition.”
Steve freezes when he hears Bucky say it, introduce him that way. It’s – he’s never thought of it that way, honestly. Pepper calls Tony that – so does Rhodey – and he’s heard it once or twice from Natasha’s mouth.
It’s just that, well. He’s never had a name for what he and Bucky are. He is Bucky’s, and Bucky is his, but they have never been one another’s something.
Bucky turns to look at him, his eyes running over the tense line of his shoulders, and reaches out to take Steve’s hand. He grins at him, easy as anything and so does the butcher behind the counter, indulgent.
“You’ll need enough for leftovers,” the butcher says.
“Hash for breakfast,” Bucky agrees. “What do you think, Steve, is six pounds enough?”