Steve chuckled. “Oh they have. That’s a big thing… ham and pineapple pizza. Never tried it. Don’t have any plans to do so. They’ve also got a buffalo chicken pizza which is where they’ve taken fried chicken, coated it in hot sauce, chopped it up and then added it to the pizza as a topping with more hot sauce on top. That one’s pretty damn good, honestly.”
“My heart is breaking for all pizza lovers everywhere.” Bucky said with a laugh, taking another bite of the pizza and leaning back against the headboard. He grinned at the next option, though, humming. “Now that sounds like someone got smart to counteract the horrid atrocity of pineapple on a pizza.” He said, reaching to nudge Steve as he grinned. “Next time we get that, deal?”
Steve nodded. “Sure thing,” he answered with a soft smile as he went back to eating his pizza. He was quiet for several moments as he finished the slice in his hands and then sat there watching Bucky before he spoke again. “So now that you’ve found me… now that we’re… together again and all… what’s the plan?”
Bucky was chewing his last bite when Steve spoke, and he paused. “I…hadn’t thought that far. I just knew Shit I made me better and I needed to find you. T’Challa said I could stay and call Wakanda home, but I told ‘im I couldn’t. My home was wherever you were.” He paised to look up, pale eyes watching Steve. “We kind of played it by ear before, so I guess it was natural to think we’d just play it by ear again.” He replied.
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