Prompt: By the time you're thirty. 

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You say it when the movie has a stop for a commercial.

"We'll be dead by the time we're thirty."

It's a simple statement and it doesn't stop you from stuffing your mouth with the food.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asks, mouth equally full. Chopsticks pushing more inside while trying to hold what's already inside.

"Because of all the take out we eat," you answer.

Bucky pauses and stares down at his food, then says, "You mean you'll be dead by the time your thirty. I'm one hundred years old, doll. Plus, the serum probably has an effect with that."

You glare at him.

"And you'll just peacefully wait my death?"

"No," Bucky swallows and licks his lips. "I'll learn how to cook for you. So you don't die from all the take out we eat."

"Good."

And you settle on a quiet environment of eating and watching the movie.

On the next commercial, though Bucky questions.

"And what will do in order to not die by the time you're thirty?

You smirk at him.

"I'll be lucky that you can cook."