Hey, guys! I'm back with His Masterpiece. This chapter is a little bit longer. Thanks for reading the first chapter and I hope you will enjoy this one as well. Enjoy!

Sunday morning Bucky woke up about 7 am but didn't plan to go to the park again. As soon as he opened his eyes he picked up the phone and texted Clint. James didn't even bother texting Natasha because her phone was always muted. But Clint was checking his phone every twenty minutes and they lived together anyway. Bucky started scrolling down the Instagram and smiled at every video of cute dogs that he saw. After about five minutes Clint texted him that they're on their way to his place. That's what they used to do every Sunday. Natasha and Clint were visiting Bucky, they talked about what happened last week. It became their thing a long time ago and they never gave up on meeting on Sunday morning.

James got up, brushed his teeth and didn't bother eating breakfast. He knew they'll either cook something together or go out. He put on random clothes – he only owned black, white and grey ones so it wasn't risky – and went to the living room. He sat at the piano, stretched fingers and started playing a simple song he learned when he was a little kid. His eyes were closed and he didn't play music anymore. He became music. That was his favorite part about playing the piano. He could get lost in it.

Minutes were passing and before he knew it, he could hear someone opening his door. Of course, Tasha had her own key to his apartment. Bucky stopped playing and looked back at the door. Redhead came in grinning like an idiot and chuckling. Right behind her was Barton who was still talking. It was probably one of his dumb jokes but both Natasha and James loved them anyway. The dark-haired man stood up and smiled at his friends.

"What made you so happy already? It's 8 am, I don't recognize you, Buck." Romanoff came closer and hugged her best friend tightly. Ah, he missed her so much and they talked on the phone yesterday!

"What do you mean, Nat? People wake up early, that's normal, you know." He stepped back and hugged Clint as well. The blonde man laughed as if Bucky told the best joke ever.

"Remember your 20th birthday? I woke you up at 9 am and you didn't talk to me for three days. We all know you're not a morning person."

"And you were already playing the piano. Really, get yourself a boyfriend or something. You can't be in a relationship with the musical instrument, idiot." Barton hit James' shoulder gently and went past him to sit on the couch.

Bucky chuckled and he knew that will make his friends suspicious. And he wasn't wrong. Natasha and her boyfriend exchanged looks and then looked at Barnes again.

"Is it just me or Bucky-bear is blushing like a virgin?" Bucky rolled his eyes at Clint's comment and went to sit on the coach as well. He hoped they wouldn't ask about it but… He knew them well enough to know they wouldn't just drop it. So he could simply tell them, right?

"Well, there is this guy." It was enough for Natasha to get excited. She jumped on the couch and almost kicked Bucky in the process but her smile was so bright that he didn't even notice that. "I've met him a few days ago. And he's- God, he's beautiful! And by beautiful, I mean tall, muscled, and blonde but I think his hair is golden. And he has a beard, it looks so good on him."

James' smile was so wide and bright that his cheeks almost hurt. It was a little bit scary how happy he was just thinking about Mr. Golden Hair. But on the other hand who wouldn't be? He was the masterpiece, work of art and only blind person wouldn't be mesmerized by him. Bucky always had a problem with remembering faces but it was easy to remember this one. He had the picture of him in his head.

"What is he like? What is his name?"

The last time James has seen Tasha so happy and excited was when Clint finally – after three months of going on the dates and kisses on cheeks – asked her to be his girlfriend. Barnes looked at the man on his left. Barton was smiling too and it wasn't just because Nat's smile made him happy. He was excited for their friend as well, Bucky knew that. And it made him kind of sad to let them down like this but… Maybe he shouldn't have said that he met this guy?

"Actually, um, you know, we kind of… never talked." Bucky mumbled and immediately looked down just to avoid redhead's gaze.

Nobody said a word for at least two minutes. Clint and Natasha were probably looking at each other with that confused looks on their faces. But Barnes didn't have enough courage to look at them. Finally, Clint chuckled.

"Wow, and I thought that jumping out of the window for fun was the dumbest idea ever but you bested me. What does it even mean that you never talked?"

"Thanks for that confidence boost, Clint. I needed that." James sighed loudly to sound as irritated as possible. "And by 'we never talked' I meant that neither of us ever spoke to each other."

"We know what you meant. But… Why?" Natasha sounded so shocked that Bucky had to look at her. She looked so surprised and shocked and sad at the same time.

"Exactly, why? You think he's beautiful so you could've just said 'hi' or something. Why didn't you try?"

"This is the reason why! He was too beautiful, okay? He was-"

"Don't you dare to say that he was out of your league, Buchanan." Yep, that's exactly what he wanted to say. Tasha knew him too well. "Have you seen yourself? You're so gorgeous that I can't even- Okay, that cute smile of yours, these ocean blue eyes? Don't even get me started on your thighs! You can wrap ANYONE around your finger in two seconds!"

"Yeah, I have a huge crush on you and I'm not even gay."

"No, you don't." Said Bucky immediately. The blonde man just shrugged.

"No, I don't."

"You're so full of shit, Barton."

"Alright boys, are we done here?" Natasha sighed and it was obvious that part of her was annoyed and the other amused. "We're missing the point, guys. Why didn't James Barnes try to flirt with his Prince Charming?"

This time it was Bucky's turn to sigh. He was hoping they will forget about it but there was not a chance. Sometimes he hated his friends but it made him love them even more. The dark-haired man was silent for a moment and nobody even tried to speak because it was obvious that he was trying to find his words.

"The thing is that I can't just talk to him. I went to the park on Monday morning. Wanted to read the book and just relax. But after a while I looked around and there he was – sitting on the grass, looking like Young God, and drawing. I was so fucking amazed by his beauty that I came back to the same spot the next day. I was hoping he would come too – and he did. So I went there few three more times and he was always there and I swear that he was looking even better every day."

"So, let me get this straight…" Clint started with a puzzled face. "You were watching hot stranger for five days in a row but you couldn't talk to him? What the hell, man?"

"You don't understand-"

"You're right, we don't. Why don't you enlighten us?" Was Clint trying to annoy Bucky or something? Because if he did, it worked. James was so frustrated with their questions already but he had to answer them. Otherwise, they would never stop.

"What if- What if he's not gay?"

"And what if he is gay? You should-"

"But I'm sure he's not single anyway!"

"Just give it a damn shot, you idiot!" Romanoff was so done with Bucky, he knew that. But she just wouldn't understand.

Most people were heterosexual so she didn't have to worry if any particular man was into women. But being gay wasn't that easy. Gaydar was a myth – it was impossible to just look at someone and know he's gay. Well, if he was checking your ass out or was giving you a certain look then there was no doubt. But there was no such a thing as Gaydar. Or maybe there was but James' was broken? Not the point. Bucky couldn't just go to the man that looked hot and ask for his number. In the best case, the man would just walk away. In the worst… Well, not everybody was tolerant, James found it out for himself. Starting a conversation with Mr. Golden Hair was too risky. It was just a crush, nothing more. It was better, safer to just watch him from the distance. What if he ever tried to make a move would be disappointed? No way, he was not stupid.

"Yeah, no, not going to happen. End of discussion." Bucky got up from the couch to emphasize his words and went to his small kitchen.

He poured himself a glass of water but neither Natasha nor Clint said a word. James looked at them discretely and they seemed to have this shit when couples can communicate without words. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Instead, Barnes was slowly drinking cold water as if he wanted to wait a little longer so his friends would forget what they were talking about. It was a little naïve but man can dream, right?

"C'mon, we're going out, all of us." Said Natasha but it sounded more like an order. James looked at her with confusion but was already walking towards the door, Clint was following her few steps behind. "Oh, and don't forget your sunglasses!"

"What for? It's not that sunny today." Bucky was super confused but followed his redhead friend anyway. And he grabbed his shades too, even if she didn't answer him yet.

"Because, my darling, we're going to grab some breakfast and go to the park. We're going to be super-spies so we need to have sunglasses on. Let's see if your Prince Charming is so dreamy." Nat put her glasses on and smiled at her friend.

"Okay, first of all, this is a super dumb idea. It's funny too but dumb. Second, don't you even dare to think about embarrassing me, talking to this guy if we meet him or anything like that. Just try to be a good friend, okay?" Did Bucky like this idea? Not really. Was he going to do as Romanoff told? Definitely. "Oh, and one more… I like to call him Mr. Golden Hair, not Prince Charming because his hair is golden, you know. So yeah, if he has to give him any name, I want it to be Mr. Golden Hair."

"Got it. Now let's go, fellas!" Bucky couldn't help but laughed. He loved doing silly things with his friends and it had to be one of them.

James was wondering what was going to happen. First option: the man wouldn't show up. Second: he would show up, they will watch him a little and go back to his place. Third option: He would show up and one of his friends would do something stupid and embarrassing. It would be Clint probably. Not that he wasn't a good friend, of course, he was. But sometimes Barton just couldn't keep his mouth closed. He was saying things that he shouldn't have said. But maybe it was his lucky day? Maybe there wouldn't be any complications? God, Bucky sure hoped so!

They left his apartment making small conversation, giggling and smiling like idiots. They walked down the stairs and went out of the building. Natasha went out first, Clint was few steps in front of Bucky so they left right behind the doors for dark haired man. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Okay, it was going to be okay, right? Nothing big, just breakfast with friends and the same thing he was doing for few days. Just acting like creeps, oh sorry, super-spies on Sunday. Yeah, completely normal. He stepped out of the building confidently but it all went to shit went he looked around.

"Oh, shit! Fuck-shit!" He sighed as he tried to come back in but Natasha stopped him grabbing his arm. He knew he was turning red, of course, he did.

The thing was, he wasn't prepared for this. They were going to wait for Mr. Golden Hair in the park. And there he was, walking like a freaking god towards them talking through the phone! Fuck! What was he doing there?! Bucky had to turn his back to him because otherwise, he would just stare at him. This and he wanted to make it look like his friends and he were just talking. Clint and Natasha were looking at him and both of them were confused like hell.

"Can you see this really tall, muscular man? He's talking over the phone and I think he's wearing a dark shirt. I don't know I didn't look at him long enough." He said under his breath. Shit, how much time this they have to talk about him shamelessly? Did he turn somewhere, was he still going their way?

"Uh, I think I don't-"

"Oh, look! I see him, I think I see him!" Natasha grabbed Clint's arm with excitement and jumped a little bit. "He has a beard, right?" Bucky nodded nervously because let's be honest, this blonde man was so close and it was kind of scary. James wasn't prepared for this, for meeting him on the street.

"Mhm, I think I see him too. I don't know, he's handsome, I guess." Barton shrugged and Buck couldn't blame him. He was totally straight, not blind but still, he never got excited about other man's looks. But he said he's handsome, that's great!

"You kidding me? He's smoking hot!" Natasha shook her head in amazement. Clint looked at her with this funny face and James almost burst out laughing. "Oh, Jesus, this smile!"

"What?! He's smiling?!"

"We can switch places if you want, lover boy." Barnes never loved his friend more. Seriously, Clint was amazing!

"I love you so much, blondie." Bucky quickly switched places with the other man so he could watch his masterpiece.

And God, it was the best thing that happened to him lately. James parted his lips with a quiet gasp. Mr. Golden Hair was beautiful, yes, but his smile… His smile was making him look even better. He looked… God, he looked like a freaking angel! Was he real? He had to be real, Nat and Clint saw him too. But he was so perfect… How was Bucky supposed to get over his stupid crush on this man?!

And then he laughed, Mr. Golden Hair laughed and James was close enough to hear it over all this city noise. And he realized that he had never heard music before. This sound was going to hunt him forever. Barnes never thought that laugh could be so beautiful, so…

"Shit, Bucky, you're a goner. You're falling for him. Hard." Said Clint with amazement on his face. Bucky realized that both of his friends were looking at him all this time while he was admiring Mr. Golden Hair. He looked down feeling that he was blushing a little bit.

"No, no, I'm not." He shook his head but didn't even bother to look at their faces. "Besides, it's like a high school crush, you know. I will be over him in five minutes."

"Yeah, sure. I don't know if you noticed but you're not a teenager anymore. Soon you will be 29 and you're adult now, it's different than back in high school." Clint sighed and gave Bucky that look that a tired father would give his son because he's so done with his shit.

"O, C'mon, stop being such a smartass! Remember when you had a crush on Tasha?"

"Yeah, I do. I feel in love and now we're together."

"Okay, it wasn't the best point I've ever made. Look, I'm still young and single and I can admire other men without planning my future with…"

"Um, guys?" Natasha interrupted their discussion and pointed her finger discretely behind Clint's back.

They followed her gaze and, oh shit! Mr. Golden Hair was only three meters away from them and he stopped there. He put his hand in the pocket of his blue jeans and took out a bunch of keys. Then he opened the door and walked into the building next to the one that Bucky was living in. Oh, shit, shit, shit!

"You didn't say he's your neighbor!"

"Because I didn't know he was, Nat."

"What, how? You've been living here for over a month!"

"Exactly, a month! And you know I'm barely leaving my apartment. I only go out when I have to go to work or I start to feel like a recluse."

Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad. James hasn't met this guy for so long. Maybe he would be lucky enough to never meet him again? He just had to lock himself up in his apartment, stay there for few days and forget about his little crush. Oh, c'mon, why was he even trying? Of course, it was bad! Knowing that this dreamy man was so close made James nervous as fuck!

"Guys, I think I'm so screwed…"

Say hello to Natasha and Clint! I hope it wasn't too messy and chaotic, I did my best. Let me know what you think cause I'm still really excited about publishing this story.

See you next time!