Every Morning (слэш)

“Every morning,” Bucky drawled. “I wake up, and I open my eyes, and you know what I see? Your ass.”
Steve chuckled, his back shaking under Bucky’s head.
“You wish.”
“Steve. Listen, dammit. This is important. So every day I wake up-”
“And see my ass.”
“Yes, staring me right in the face. And it’s happened eighteen times now, Steve.”
“Eighteen you say?”
“Yes, it’s been February ninth eighteen times in a row.”
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Bucky, being over dramatic, gets stuck in a timeloop, kinda...