I do not own Spiderman: Homecoming or Captain America anything.

If my kid was going to be a superhero, he'd totally be the new Tom Holland Spiderman, I swear.

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It was as rare a find as a white peacock. Or a jeweled squid.

And just as fascinating.

Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

Sitting together on the rich cream leather sofa.

Staring at Sam's portable computer screen.

Earbud a piece.

Giggling.

Not manly laughter, strong and hearty and deep.

Not amused, casual chuckling.

But giggling.

High pitched giggling.

Breathless, hysterical, little girl giggling.

Faces red and scrunched in the unrestrained throes of hilarity.

And they weren't stopping.

Which was weird.

Sam and Bucky tolerated each other at best.

"I made breakfast if you eat that sort of thing."

Solid thunk of an oil can being slammed down in front a formerly metal armed compatriot.

A soft, slightly exasperated expulsion of breath.

"Come on, man."

Bickered like school children at worst.

"Hey, Steve gave me this new cellphone thing. What's your number?"

Tapping of texting fingers on a touch screen.

"I don't have a phone."

So Steve Rogers just knew something was up.

He tried to be casual. Maybe they had turned over a new leaf.

"Hey guys."

What that leaf was, he didn't know.

"What's going on?"

Sam drew his face in, failing poorly to assume a blank facade.

"Oh nothing, just watching some . . . motivational videos."

A muffled burst of hysteria from the throat of the former Winter Soldier.

Steve's head swiveled.

"Bucky?"

Blue eyes pouring tears of mirth.

"Mmmm?"

"What's going on?"

Shake of the maned head, choked laughter.

"Mfphviede . . ."

Sam tried to come to the rescue.

"He said he likes peas."

Mystified, Steve circumvented the furniture.

To peer at laptop screen . . .

Oh no. Oh no.

Wanda made popcorn .

". . . is the key to victory . . ."

"Guys?"

Natasha hooked up the surround sound and the drop screen.

"So you've got detention . . ."

"Guys . . . seriously . . ."

And Vision . . .

"It's quite a noble effort, inspiring the youth of the day toward a higher cognitive order . . ."

. . . attempted to muse philosophical regarding the shameful display.

". . . changing body. Believe me, I know . . ."

And Steve Rogers bore the shame in as dignified a manner as possible.

"Uh, guys, thought we should run through some training ex-"

Sam waved him off.

"Can't talk. Watching."

"Bucky . . ."

"Nope. Therapy session."

"Guys, come on . . ."

He was soundly ignored.

Eventually he slumped against the back wall, arms folded across his massive chest, head down and tilted to the side.

Face red, posture defeated.

Until an enthusiastic round of applause at the end of the last video burst forth from the small, appreciative audience, signaling the end of the show.

And he tried . . .

"Guys-"

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

. . . to soldier on.

But it was not to be.

"Seriously? You put it on a loop?"

Electric green eyes flashed fondly at him from within the frame of pale creamy skin surrounded by brilliant red hair.

"Come on, Steven, sit with us and be inspired to the greater good of America."

Oh shut up.

Confession time: Bucky/Sam confrontation bits taken from Tumblr via Pinterest. And I love them.

Also, I loved this movie. Sooooo good!

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