A/N ~ Something I wrote real fast bc I was in the WinterHawk mood and I couldn't resist. Ahhh! !? I have already started the second chapter and have a vague idea of how this will play out?

Huge thanks to thesarcasticghost for helping me edit and betaing! Ilysm!

Bucky's day sucked. It sucked really bad.

First he had woke up late for some ridiculous meeting with Tony Stark because Steve wanted him to get an upgrade on his arm. Bucky didn't really care because the Russian one was doing fine. It worked just like a real arm so what upgrades was he gonna add, a whistle? A lazer pointer?

The meeting was going perfectly fine as well if you counted Tony talking and asking Bucky or Steve for their opinion on something in the design every once in a while. Well, it was right up until Bucky had mentioned that particular thought of how his old arm was fine to Stark. Stark looked shocked as he stared at him. He then reached over to his desk and, ever so eloquently, he pressed a finger to his answereing machine and called off all his plans and meetings for the day.

Without breaking eye contact.

Stevie's boy could be really fucking annoying when he wanted to be. He was droning on all day, just trying to convince him just why he needed this new arm, and how Stark tech was instantly better than any other tech.

Bucky was just gonna ignore the fact that he had an answering machine then.

Then, he noticed a pretty hot blond at the bus stop which effectively made his day worse because he could already feel himself enter the pining zone... For a guy he hadn't even talked to.

Bucky frowned as the guy laughed with a redhead that rolled her eyes at him. Damn his laugh was cute too.

They couldn't even sit on the bench because the sign for fresh paint was stocked up on the wooden boards beside it and the smell of the usual fresh paint chemicals wafted in the air amongst the polluted city air and smoke from the factory a few blocks away.

Bucky pulled his hoodie up closer to his face as he tried to ignore the guy and whatever him and his friend were talking about, which was harder than you could think because it was only the three of them waiting for the bus.

The bus which was taking its dammed time.

A sigh escaped his lips as he felt a raindrop on his nose. Fan-fucking-tastic. An outdoor shower was just what he needed to end the day.

Still, Bucky was nothing if not prepared. He pulled his backpack around to his front and routed through it until he found what he was looking for. A black umbrella.

He opened it in time for the rain to grow heavy around him, but thankfully he managed to keep his hair from getting wet. Steve thought he should get it cut but he kinda liked it.

After he was discharged his arm was gone and his hair and beard had grown. Although he mourned his arm, his Russain one did the job until he got out. His hair though, he like that change.

His beard on the other hand, had to go.

"Ah! My aids!"

Bucky glanced over to the Blond Wreck. He was clutching at his ears as if they were about to fall off. Were they? He said something about aids but he thought that was something else, not ears…

"So? Go under the umbrella," the redhead pointed out, completely unphased by her hair and clothes growing drenched. Blond Wreck pouted at her, and okay that was also cute. Stop.

Bucky coughed awkwardly. "There's enough space for two under here?" He winced as if came out more as a question.

Blond Wreck smiled widely, "Oh thanks!" He sidestepped over under the umbrella and away from the spray of rain. His whole side was pressed up against him to avoid it, but it's not like Bucky was complaining.

Redhead smirked at him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. There was no way she could have though.

She raised an eyebrow, and shit. Could she?

"I'm Natasha," she said, "this idiot is Clint." She gestured to the blond with a nod of her head.

Clint.

Clint smiled at him. "Yep. Clinton Barton, don't forget the name. You'll need it." Bucky blinked at him. Was he… no. The raised eyebrow and sly smirk from Natasha suggested otherwise.

Damn, he was already in so deep.

"Yeah," he mumbled, "I guess I will." Bucky had never concentrated on watching rain fall so hard in his life. It was like watching paint dry, but with more excitement.

You know maybe he should watch the paint dry. Bucky glanced at the bench, and god. The white paint was running down to the ground and into the gutter nearby.

He pitied whoever was in charge of that.

And okay, it wasn't that exciting to watch the paint run, but it kept him from 'accidentally' staring at the Blond and Stupidly Attractive next to him. Standing under an umbrella had never made bim feel so claustrophobic and yet so free at the same time.

"Beautiful weather we're having," Clint said dryly, sticking a hand out from under the umbrella to catch raindrops, and he tried not to smile at how ridiculous this guy was.

"For ducks, maybe," Bucky replied horsely, trying to keep his façade up.

The other man let out a hearty laugh, and Bucky felt his heart stutter. Damn it. Slowly, he risked a glance at Clint's face

He had a lingering, small smile from his laughter. Who was allowed to have a smile that bright?!

And then there was Natasha, staring at Bucky with her seemingly all-knowing eyes, and a smirk to boot. Surely he wasn't being that obvious, right?

Shit. He totally was.

He was.

Shit, abort mission!

It was in that moment the bus decided to pull up and open its doors. "You getting this bus?"

Clint shook his head sadly, or maybe Bucky was projecting, "No, we're catching the next one."

Huh.

An idea occurred to Bucky as he handed the umbrella to him. "Here, you need it more than me. After all, I'll be on a warm heated bus."

Clint narrowed his eyes at him, "No need to brag."

Bucky shrugged a shoulder as he walked up to the steps of the bus, and in a surge of confidence, he added, "My phone number is on the handle." And then, despite his recent grumpiness, he smiled and winked.

Bucky caught one last look of Clint's surprised face before the doors shut. He groaned to himself.

Steve was gonna have a field day once he found out.