Teaching your boyfriend Bucky how to properly wrap gifts for the team? 💓💓
“Bucky you’re doing it wrong-”
“What do you mean I’m doing it wrong, there’s no wrong way to do it-”
“No, no that’s not how you-”
“Doll, would you stop-”
“Buck you can’t keep- OW! Gosh definitely not like that!”
Upon walking past his best friend’s room, Steve was rather disturbed upon hearing the course of events that was unraveling behind the door. He stopped, stood on the other side of the door, and listened carefully for a few more moments.
“For the love of God, Buck we don’t do it like that anymore!”
“How am I supposed to know! I haven’t done this in 70 years!”
“Yeah, I can sorta tell.”
“Well that was just low.”
Steve’s face blushed beat red and he quickly scurried away from the door, shamefully trying to escape the mental image of the debacle he’d just heard. A smirk laced his lips however at the idea of his best friend having lost his touch with women, but it was quickly wiped off of his face when the image of the two of you at it plagued him again.
Little did he know of course, that the things he’d perceived to be sins behind closed doors, were anything but.
“Okay so if I fold the paper like this…”
“You take the tape, and stick it over top of the folded corner to make sure everything stays in place!” You said happily as you watched your somewhat disheveled boyfriend finally get the hang of holiday gift wrapping.
“Hey, I did it!” He beamed, holding up the brightly coloured box in his hand, admiring his work.
“Well it sure did take a lot of work.” You giggled as you both sat on the floor, scattered remnants of the previously discarded attempts of wrapping surrounding you.
Both in Christmas sweaters, you’d spent the entire morning desperately trying to teach Bucky how to properly wrap gifts for the team. It had been a challenge to say the least.
“Now that you’ve gotten the solid box shape down, we gotta move on to non solid gifts - like the sweater you bought for Steve.”
“You mean I have to learn how to do this for other shapes too?”
“Yes, Buck, you do.”
By the end of the day, you’d managed to teach him how to wrap every shape imaginable, which meant more bickering, which meant the entire team gathering with their ears pressed to Bucky’s door, trying to decipher exactly what the heck was going on in there.