Sam has questions. Peter has memes. Bucky has a secret.
Strange is an unscrupulous real estate wizard.
Where do you hide a teenage superhero fugitive? The only answer Sam can find is the hidden and slightly haunted house Strange offers. They have room to breathe but after everything, Sam knows he wants Bucky in his life, he knows he needs to help Peter figure things out, but he's not sure if he's ready to put down roots again. Also, why is there a man in a giant Rhino suit tearing up downtown?
The perfect man if what a person wanted was a three inch, chocolate, hanging ornament. Bucky twisted the box in his hands again, angling until he could read the words again. He’s sweet and decadently rich! Bucky snorted, he got by just fine, no need for riches he just wanted someone kind. Meet me under the mistletoe! He'd never tell anyone besides Natasha who had caught him in the act one year, but he loved those over the top holiday movies. He couldn't help wishing he'd end up in some ridiculous meet-cute and the hard work of finding someone wouldn't be his problem. He doubted it was in the cards for him, no one had even tried to set him up this year, they must have given up too.
“Happy Saturnalia to us,” he said, kissing Alpine’s head and taking the cat with him to bed. “You’re an okay cat for company, but I wish I really could find the perfect man.”