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“You didn’t tell me you were rich Petey,” The long haired brunette guaped up at the large three story house, the picture of suburban life.
“What? I didn’t think it was important, come on Buck,” Peter grabbed the older Teen’s arm dragging him towards the front door.
“I feel underdressed,” Bucky peered at the door as Peter simply opened it, no key needed.
Ignoring the comment Peter dropped his bag onto a hook near the front door, walking straight down the immaculate hallway to a large kitchen, “My dad won't be home yet, so let's go out back.”
“Remind me again why we are cutting your lawn?” He was still in shock that his new friend had such a massive house, not knowing what the hell to make of it all.
“If we sort the garden out, my dad will buy me what car I want! Its my birthday soon. Gosh you're just as bad as my dad for remembering stuff,” He huffed fishing out something from the fridge to snack on, not finding anything he shouted out loud. “J! Add pepperoni to the shopping list.”
A voice responded from the ceiling, making Bucky jump, ”Of course young Sir,”
“What the fuck was that?” Looking around confused as all hell, Bucky followed Peter out the back door to the garden, again no keys.
“Dad's got an AI, he made him, he runs everything in the house and knows it’s me when I enter the house, all that kinda stuff.”
Bucky huffed, “Well now we know where you get your brain from.”
Smiling Peter headed past a hefty sized swimming pool onto the large expanse of grass at the back of the house.
They got to work de-weeding the grass with tools from a suspicious looking shed, Peter explaining that his dad was some kind of child genius when he was young and complaining at Bucky for forgetting this stuff, he really should remember!
It must have been 2 hours later when a guy no-older than 30 came out into the garden smiling at the pair of them. Bucky thought he was the most attractive thing he had ever seen, lean, tanned and with impeccable style. The man's goatee styled perfectly and the brown curls on top of his head gave him an even more youthful look.
Bucky stood up grinning at the man which only got him a suspicious frown in return, what had he done? He went to open his mouth when Peter called out “Hey Dad!”
DAD...What? This was Pete’s dad? Had he been adopted or something? What? He looked between the two of them, noticing the similarities, unruly hair, slim frame yet broad shouldered, strong jawline, yeah they were related, well that was disappointing.
“Do you guys need anything?” Pete’s Dad had a hand over his brow shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun.
Peter continued to work huffing “We are good, I think, Buck?”
“No I’m good,” Bucky studied Peter’s handsome Dad, ugh, as he turned and went back into the house, damn that was a nice ass, well at least now he had something to think about whilst Peter babbled on about the latest movies he wanted to go and see.