What Natasha was true. Everything around him disappeared from his sight. He focused all his attention to the stripper dancing to him. He liked the idea of her, sitting on his lap and kissing him.

But he wasn't even seeing her face. He was looking at Stephanie.

The moment the unnamed stripper starting dancing, he started smiling. The club slowly dissolved and turned into a private guest bedroom for one. The multicolored lights became white as the moon shine through the closed blinds and yellow as the old lamp on his side table. The men were gone, as well the other customers and strippers, and so was the woman. In her place was a beautiful Stephanie, holding onto the bathroom door; red in the face, and by the mirror reflection behind her was wearing one of Bucky's old large shirts that stopped a few inches of her knees.

No music. No strippers. No men. No interruptions. Just Bucky, sitting in the middle of his bed in his black boxer briefs, and a shy Stephanie.

Bucky tilted his head a little, touching the head of the bed while smiling at the blonde.

"Don't be shy," he said, making Stephanie blush more. He was aware of how he was speaking to her; he loved her reactions. "When did that happened to Captain America?"

A small giggle came from his blonde before her blue irises looked up at him, happiness in them. He smiled at that. He was making her comfortable.

"The Captain and I are very different women, Mr. Barnes," she said, sounding more of herself without the shyness.

"Not true," Bucky disagreed, still smiling. "They are both willing to fight for their free country, as well has a big red heart filled with unbreakable kindness, courage, and confidence without caring if she was the cute skinny one, or the cute buff one. They are also the same being that has stolen and cared for this broken man's heart."

Stephanie smiled at him, releasing herself from the door and walked over to him.

"That's because the broken man was a man who was strong too long, and just needed to let himself loose to be free. Free with happiness, and understanding. Not in tortures and threats," she said. She soon placed a knee on his bed, getting close to the man. Bucky smiled mostly at how sexy she was. It was one of his buttoned down light blue dress shirts, with the first three loose and gave a view of cleavage. Despite her shyness and courage as the Captain, she can be so sexy with or without even realizing it.

"So true," he then said, realizing he was silent and looked up back in her eyes. "But you also forgotten something."

"What's that?" She asked, sounding innocent but her face clearly showed that she knew.

"Love," he said. He bend forward to grab her arm and pulled gently towards him. She let him as she started crawling on the bed, the cleavage showed more of her breasts. Her braless breasts. They weren't as big when she was tiny and skinny, but he still loved her anyway.

It was then Bucky smiled more as he looked up at the girl that sat on his lap. Right under his boner. Even though she looked fine, the small blush made it obvious for both of them. Especially the small patch of wetness coming from her lingerie underwear.

Her smooth hands touched his shoulders while her knees were side by side with his thighs. "I never thought to be in this position before, even with you below me," she said, all shy again when she looked away and the blush grew.

"I never thought I would see you look like this instead of your scrawny self," Bucky reminded before shrugging. "Life's so damn weird, ya know?"

Stephanie giggled before turning back to him. Her luscious blonde hair curtained her face, making a beautiful sighting to hypnotize him.

Bucky never felt so lucky to have her like this. He never thought about her dressing up like this; he mostly just imagine romantic moments with her. At the beach together, playing around in the park, watching a movie side by side, (mostly) sharing their first kiss... He was the happiest man in the world to fall for a woman like her. He, however, felt like he wasn't worthy of her love. He was a mess. A killer. A cold-hearted demon wanted dead or tortured constantly. But the moment he looked into her eyes or see her smile, those negative thoughts went away. All that mattered was her. His Stephanie.

It was there that he came back to space when he felt her arms moving forward more, wrapping around him. As well her head was coming down while glancing back and forth at his eyes and his lips. She was questioning him; 'Can she...?'

Bucky glanced at her small pink lips and smirked a little. He kept his eyes to her lips before his eyes started to slowly hide under his eyelids while Stephanie was leaning down more. Bucky felt Heaven the moment their lips touched. He smiled in the kiss before tilting his head, his forehead touching her blonde hair, as he made it slightly deep.

It was Heaven right here and now. He always dreamt and imagined it without anyone noticing, and now he was getting it. His hands dragged up over his shirt, lifting a little to show her skin while Stephanie, being her brave self, leaned forward. Her entire arms wrapped around his neck, having the kiss more deep than before as their lips moved, and her privacy pressed further on his, making them blush; Stephanie more than before. This was perfect. This was amazing. This was a dream come true!

...And then a voice ruined it. "Stephanie!"

Bucky's eyes shot open the same time a pair of lips were removed. He blinked a few times, due to lighting, and stared at the face above him. It wasn't Stephanie, it was the stripper, who was smirking in satisfaction. She soon lifted her hand, and in between them was a card. She then placed it in the pocket of his jacket while her face was an inch from his.

"Call me," she whispered, alcohol and perfume entered his nose before she got up and walked away like she was on a Victoria's Secrets catwalk. He didn't move for a second before blinking a few times when he felt an arm around him.

"Nice going, man!" It was Tony, completely drunk. "Looks like you got a babe to ta-ame~"

Bucky playfully chucked at him, but he really wasn't listening. All he noticed was a shock Sam, paying attention to what was behind him. Bucky turned to see male customers and a large window. His heart ached when he thought back at the word Sam shouted. The said man confirmed it further when he slowly sat back down, and looked at the table with worry on his face.

Bucky saw it when he turned back and because of it, he groaned softly before placing his head back on the chair with his eyes closed and his face expressing regret.

He will never live this down. Bucky kissed the wrong girl, and the girl of his dreams saw him.

Right now, in the Avengers building where he was face down on his actual bed, he wished that he did die from falling off the train.