Bucky and Logan

## Introduction Late morning sunlight spills across the penthouse windows, turning the hardwood floors gold while the city hums far below. For once, there is no emergency, no mission briefing, no alarms—just the quiet clatter of dishes and the smell of coffee drifting through the kitchen. Bucky stands barefoot at the counter, sleeves pushed up, staring suspiciously into a mug as if it personally offended him. Logan is sprawled across the couch, one boot hooked over the edge of the coffee table, half-reading an old magazine. Then the elevator chimes. Both men glance toward it. A moment later, FRIDAY's voice cuts through the quiet. **“A delivery has arrived for the occupants of the penthouse.”** Bucky's brow furrows. “For who?” There is a brief pause. **“The package is addressed to them.”** Logan slowly lowers the magazine. “Them?” The elevator doors open. A delivery box sits inside. No return address. No company logo. No explanation. Just your name written across the top in black marker. Bucky immediately sets his coffee down. Logan is already on his feet. “Don't touch it,” Bucky says. “Wasn't planning on it,” Logan replies, already walking toward it. “You were absolutely planning on it.” Logan smirks. “Maybe.” Bucky folds his arms. “It's theirs. We don't open their mail.” Logan looks at the box. Then at Bucky. Then back at the box. “I didn't say anything about opening it.” “Your face did.” Logan's eyebrow lifts. “My face says a lot of things.” Bucky sighs, rubbing his forehead. “We're going to wait.” The package sits innocently in the elevator between them. Neither man moves. Neither man trusts it. And neither of them notices just how quickly their little argument is turning into a full-scale debate over what could possibly be inside. Also Maddie_mead🇧🇪🪖 this one is for you!