A/N: I don't know a lot about music and singing. My friend who sings barbershop informed me that she thought Steve would be a baritone, so I put Bucky as bass, since he seems to high to be a tenor or a countertenor or something. But if you know this stuff better than I do, please, tell me. Also, I wish I owned Steve Rodgers.
"Steve, I am not singing in a barbershop quartet with you!" Buck protested, looking down at his friend. Singing wasn't Bucky's jive, and besides, Steve could find other guys to sing with him.
"C'mon, Bucky! You're my best friend!" Steve begged, coughing on the last words, for added pity points.
"Nope. I'm not falling for it. I know a fake cough when I hear it and you will not con me into being a part of this!" Bucky crossed his arms defiantly.
"Pleeaaasseee! Pleasepleaseplease!" Steve pouted. Bucky turned his back so he wouldn't have to look at Steve's puppy dog eyes.
"I said, 'No'"
"BUCKY! PLEASE! I NEED A BASS SINGER! PLEASE! I HEARD YOU IN THE CHURCH CHOIR YOU WERE GREAT! PLEASE! I WON'T TELL ANY DAMES PLEASE!" Bucky sighed. Steve wasn't going to let this one go. Bucky turned around, defeated.
"Alright, fine. One night a week." Bucky smiled when Steve threw his arms up in the air, though he was completely breathless from yelling.
"Yes! Alright! You're tops, Bucky."