Steve unlocks his apartment door, flipping through his mail. He looks up, freezing in the doorway, his eyes narrowing when they settle on his broken toaster.

He lets his eyes flick to Bucky, sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of beer, a frustrated look on his face.

"You killed my toaster," Steve states dryly.

"What?" Bucky looks over his shoulder, glaring at the pieces. "It wouldn't do what it's supposed to." Steve raises his eyebrows in question. Bucky sighs heavily, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "I kept putting bread in it, and it would shoot it back out. I tried it three times before I…"

"Shot it?" Steve guesses and Bucky shrugs, draining his beer. He stands, moving into the kitchen to get another.

Steve goes to follow, but stops when he spots Tony fly by, a remote in his hand. He waves once, his helmets flipping up so Steve can see his grin, and he flies away.

"Was that Stark?" Bucky asks running to the window, looking out, his eyes tracking Tony's movement.

"Buck…" Steve starts but Bucky's already gone, leaving the window wide open. Steve runs to the window and calls out, "Don't kill him! We need him!"

This is a lesson in: Never Write When I've Had Coffee! (And that's gonna be the title of my autobiography).

Anyway, this is my first time even attempting to write for this fandom, and this is probably so bad. I am sorry, please forgive me, and thanks for reading.

Drop me a comment if you can, and I don't own anyone in the above drabble (it's a drabble right? I don't know terms still, and it's been five years)

Kay bye!

P.S. How does one do humor?