These are just drabbles and one shots of happy moments for Bucky. They won't be in any particular order, so some can happen before the last chapter, or way after, etc. I've been reading so many stories where that take place right after Winter Soldier, and they're so intense and so sad and tragic that all I want is for Bucky to find some happiness. So I decided to write some of my own moments. I'm not very good an diving into a character with some serious and dark issues like Bucky, so these will mainly be in the POV of an OC, who I hope won't just be a Mary Sue. I'll try to keep the characters as much in character as I can. I haven't written anything in a long time and these are some damn good complex characters. So hopefully I get them right. Anyways, these are suppose to be a bit lighthearted and just warm your heart moments. :) Enjoy.

Amelia hummed along to the music as she slid the diced peppers into the giant crock pot on the stove. The team was due back in a few hours and she figured they could use a nice home cooked meal after the two and a half week away. She, of course, didn't know where they were going besides Europe. She wasn't an agent or soldier or spy, just the girlfriend. And frankly, even though she was curious, she didn't need to know the gruesome details. As long as they came back safe. They talked about their missions while she was there, knowing they could trust her with anything, and Bucky would share, sometimes needing a shoulder that wasn't Steve's.

It was so nice to be a part of their family. Amelia had grown up with just her mom, her father and brother having died in a car crash when she was a baby, so she wasn't used to the large family unit. And that's what they were, the Avengers. They were a family, even if they didn't want to admit it. They shared something no one else could ever have and she felt honored when they accepted her a little over a year ago when she and Bucky began getting serious. They had all been extremely cautious for the first few months. Natasha had barely spoken a word to her and Amelia could feel the distrust and disapproval seeping off of her. Bruce was kind and they shared an interest of Astronomy. Amelia didn't know half as much as Bruce, but she had always loved her classes in school and he was always happy to answer her questions. Tony was…well…Tony. Flirt, tease, kept calling her kid. She knew she was younger than all of them, being only 26. After a while she let it brush off, knowing it was more out on endearment than anything else. Sam was cool with her almost right away. They shared pop culture jokes and had a similar wit. She had only met Thor a few times and each time he just intimidated her. The first time they met she almost curtsied! Her cheeks flushed red just thinking about it. She ran a hand through her dark hair and gave the chili a stir. The smell was starting to flow throughout the entire floor apartment. There was Clint, who was quieter than most, hung around Natasha mostly. He never spoke much, but he was easy enough to get along with. Was always watching her though for a while. And Steve. It was his idea for Bucky to ask Amelia for her phone number. She had been working at a coffee shop for the time being, having just been laid off from her comfortable job as a secretary at a lawyer's firm. Bucky was there with Steve and Sam, the three men sitting at a table in the corner.

"Boy, if you glance over at her one more time, she's going to start noticing," Sam had teased a little too loudly. Amelia could hear every word they said. Well, not every word. Just the ones they didn't bother to whisper. She didn't have special hearing or anything, but their voices carried. She busied herself with her back turned to them, her cheeks starting to flush.

"What?" the dark haired man had mumbled. Amelia knew, by the way he carried himself that he was military, and that something traumatic had happened. She could see it in his eyes. She had always prided her ability to read people.

"Don't think we hadn't noticed," said Sam. Amelia could hear the grin in his voice. "You give her the eye every time we come here."

"I seem to remember when Sergeant Barnes couldn't stay away from the girls," Steve had said. "Sometimes he'd have two dates at the dance hall."

Sam had made a quiet yell of approval. "Yeah, buddy!"

"Buck," Steve had said quietly. "If you like her, ask her number."

Amelia had turned around to serve another customer and she caught the uncomfortable squirm Bucky had given out of the corner of her eye. "That's not a good idea, and you know it. I still can't trust myself sometimes. I can't put anyone through that."

"And we're not anyone?" Sam had said.

"Buck, it's been 6 months since you've had any blackouts. Everything came back to you," Steve's voice was kind, but held a pushful undertone. "A date wouldn't hurt. Hell, you might have fun. You need to let yourself have fun. We'll double date. Maybe she's got a friend."

Steve smirked and Bucky couldn't hold back his laugh. "You're a punk."

Amelia had made her way over at this point carrying a pot of coffee. "Refills, boys?" She said and shared a knowing look with Sam, who sent her a wink. She refilled Steve's and Bucky's cup and left a couple extra napkins on the table. "If you guys need anything else, you know where to find me." Amelia caught Bucky's eyes before crossing to the other table where an elderly couple was seated.

On one of the napkins Amelia had scribbled down her number and a short message. "I like to dance too."

"Jarvis, could you play some Michael Buble?" Amelia asked the AI as her mind wandered back into the present. She added the corn and celery to the chili mix and gave it another stir.

"Of course, Miss Evans," same the smooth voice. Amelia sang along as "Sway" began to play through the speakers. She was so engrossed in the song and making sure she was getting everything right for the chili she didn't hear the door to Steve and Bucky's apartment open, not notice how they, Sam or Natasha were watching her from the doorway. It wasn't until Sam yelled out, "Girl's got the moves! Damn, son, how many times we gotta tell you how luck you are?"

Amelia was so startled she dropped the giant spoon and let out a yelp. The music stopped and she clutched her hand to her chest. Sam laughed and hurried over to her, engulfing her in a giant bear hug. "Oh, girl, don't stop on account of us! We were just enjoying the show. And the smell. MMmmm! You are amazing."

Steve and Natasha filed in, saying their hellos and thanking her for dinner. After she mumbled that it would still be about an hour before it was ready, her gaze made its way to the one person she was waiting for the most. He was leaning on the doorframe, just watching her with a small smirk on his lips. His short hair was a little ragged and he was sporting a 5 o'clock shadow, but those eyes were piercing. Amelia hurried over and threw her arms around his neck. She chuckled into her neck, holding her close. He smelled stale and a little sweaty but she didn't care. She was always relieved to hold him when they returned from a mission.

"Welcome home, Sarg," she said with a smile and stealing a kiss before he could say anything. His hands curled around the fabric at her waist.

"Home," he whispered when they pulled away. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and gently caressed her neck with this hand, the cool metal sending shivers up her spine

She grinned at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. "Come on, I made dinner."

Later they all found themselves huddled on the couches, with bowls of hot chili and Clint joining them halfway through, wiggling in between Natasha and Sam.

Amelia caught Steve's eye and he sent her a warm smile as she made herself more comfortable in between him and Bucky. Yeah, this was home.