Prompt (Request): Anon asked my Bucky with cake and here it is :3 

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It was the last slice.

The last slice of a ridiculously delicious cake.

You were actually doing him a favor. He could be fit and not have to worry about God-knows how many more pushups he'd do to get rid of the calories.

So you simply turned the fork around mid-way to Bucky's mouth – which was hanging open waiting for the cake – and ate the last slice.

You quickly chewed and swallowed, reminiscing in the sweetness and fluffiness of the tasteful bite.

Bucky had shock written all over his features.

"Oh my God, how could I be so stupid? How could I ever think that you're a decent human being?" And then he left the kitchen.

He'd come around.

Once you brought another cake to him.