Here are the drabbles I've done for Stucky week. Enjoy!

1 day (5th April): Let's start! (The start of Bucky and Steve relationship – maybe first meeting? Or maybe first date? Or… any first one?)

The first "I love you."

"Are you insane?" Bucky demanded, glare directed at a sulking Steve who was sitting on the worn out couch in their shoebox apartment.

"I had it handled," he grumbled, resolutely not looking at his fuming best friend.

"Yeah, of course you did. Why else would you have a black eye and sprained wrist?" Bucky threw his hands up.

"It was all under control," Steve insisted, crossing his arms with a wince.

"If I hadn't found you and flashed that knife-"

"Why were you there anyways?" Steve interrupted. "I thought you were working tonight."

"Finished early." Bucky pointed at him. "And don't change the subject."

"Just let it go, Buck," he sighed, slumping against the couch. "Damage's been done."

"No, I'm not gonna 'let it go'. Dammit Steve, it was you against four guys!"

"I had it handled!"

"Not the fucking point!"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I love you!"

They both froze; Steve's mouth falling open and every inch of Bucky's body tensing.

(It wasn't something they talked about- the nights where they shared more then just a bed, when it was more then just trying to stay warm in the chilled apartment.)

Steve stared at Bucky for a beat, jaw clenching and unclenching as he searched for the right words before finally clearing his throat. "Buck..."

Bucky shook his head and took a step back. "Forget I said that."

"Bu-"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Bucky stop!"

Bucky blinked and focused on Steve, who was looking at him sternly.

"I don't mind," he said slowly. "Cause I, uh, love you. Too."

They both stayed silent for a moment, watching at each other until Bucky broke and started laughing.

Steve quirked his lips, confusion on his face. "What-"

Bucky put his hands on his knees and continued to laugh, managing to choke out, "We're- a... hot mess, Rogers."

With a roll of his eyes and a fond grin, Steve shoved Bucky's shoulder, causing him to fall over. "Speak for yourself, Buck."

He let out another laugh, eyes dancing as he looked up at Steve from where he was sprawled out. He opened his left arm and gestured for Steve to join him, grinning when he did.

"Took us long enough," Steve muttered against Bucky's neck.

"Yeah, well..." Bucky blinked. "Topic changed again. Don't get into fights."

Steve snorted and shook his head.

"Don't get into fights without me," Bucky amended.

"Maybe."

"Punk."

"Jerk."