A/N: I realized what I said about Steve and Amelia not getting together was worded weirdly. Bucky and Amelia aren't officially together but at the same time, she's not with Steve either. (yet….*insert winking emoji*) But enjoy! I especially like the last scene because of reasons (:

The night had surprisingly turned out to be one of the best nights Amelia's had in a long time. Bucky had brought her to a nice restaurant that was a few streets away from the pub to get something to eat. Instead of eating their food like normal people would, they spent their entire time sharing stories and laughing until their sides hurt.

After the meal was paid for courtesy of James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky took Amelia to go dancing. To be fair, the only times Amelia properly danced was at her cousin's wedding and another time when Peggy forced her to go to the Stork Club for the first time. But all of her worries faded away when Bucky took her by the hand and led her onto the dance floor.

"Your dancing certainly surprises me, Mr. Barnes." Amelia commented as she and Bucky swayed back and forth to the music. Bucky puffed out his chest with confidence and shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're not bad yourself, Ms. Richards." Bucky said, twirling Amelia around and pulling her back towards him.

Her left hand gripped his shoulder while she intertwined her right hand with Bucky's left. Amelia sighed contently, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his strong heartbeats through his jacket.

"Thank you for tonight, James." Amelia murmured into his chest, closing her eyes as she canceled out every other sound and focused on the music playing. She could feel his chest vibrate, signifying that he was chuckling.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." Amelia didn't have to look up to know he was being sincere.

The night was still young but unfortunately, they all had jobs to get to early in the morning. As they were walking back to Amelia's place, Bucky began telling Amelia the story of how he first met Steve.

"He was like the size of a fire hydrant and as skinny as a toothpick but he kept on punching at them and kicking. He just wouldn't stop." Bucky laughed, slinging his arm around Amelia's shoulders. Amelia copied his movements and curled her right arm around his waist. They were walking down the empty sidewalk with only the dingy street lamps lighting their path.

"When I got there, they were still wailing on him like God knows what. So I did what I had to do." Bucky paused, turning towards Amelia. She had raised one eyebrow as if to say "What?".

"I kicked their asses into next Tuesday." Bucky finished proudly. Amelia rolled her eyes playfully and bumped her hip into his.

"Oh, my hero!" Amelia pretended to faint, placing her hand over her forehead and closing her eyes. She yelped in surprise when Bucky grabbed her hand and spun her around with both arms around her middle.

"Stop!" She laughed. For a second, she thought Bucky was going to comply and put her down gently, the man did the exact opposite.

She started screaming when Bucky began carrying her bridal style and started running down the pavement. Amelia was silently praying that she wouldn't fall onto the hard concrete and get squished by Bucky's larger body. Bucky's arms began feeling weaker so he came to a stopping point and helped her to her feet. He winced in pain when he felt her smack him on the arm with her purse.

"Hey, I didn't drop you!" Bucky exclaimed, snorting at the sight of Amelia's less-than-pleased face.

They continued their journey in silence, Bucky occasionally looking at Amelia from his peripheral vision. Before they knew it, they were in front of the apartment Amelia was sharing with Peggy for the meantime. Bucky tried to mask the look of disappointment on his face as Amelia pulled out her keys from her purse.

"I honestly had the best time. I owe you." The fact that their night was over bummed her out and she secretly hoped Bucky was up for another date like she did. Bucky sent her one of his handsome crooked smirks and shook his head.

"I guess you can make it up by going on another date with me?" Hope danced around his deep blue eyes. Amelia fiddled with the keys in her hands before she nodded in agreement.

"I would love that." The thick tension in the air was almost suffocating. Amelia bit her lip, contemplating whether or not she should kiss him on the mouth or the cheek or just say goodbye. They did properly meet almost two weeks ago but boy, did it feel like forever to the both of them.

Before she could make up her mind, she was brought out of her thoughts when Bucky's lips met with hers. Her eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, they shut themselves, and Amelia placed her hands on both sides of Bucky's face. They both pulled away at the same time, both of their expressions unreadable.

"Goodnight." Bucky said breathlessly, letting go of her hand and walking down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.

Amelia stared after him until his figure was masked by the darkness of the night. Her heart was thumping erratically inside her chest, and her head was pounding with so many thoughts. The only logical response Amelia had in mind: squeal and jump and down like a little girl.

And so she did.

"Amelia, wake up." She could hear Peggy's voice whisper into her ear.

When the former didn't respond, Peggy promptly shook her friend's shoulder. Groggily, Amelia let out a prolonged groan and pushed herself off her bed. The sun was shining brightly through the thin white curtains, nearly blinding Amelia when her eyes opened. Peggy was already dressed in her uniform sans her jacket. She was busy picking up Amelia's dirty clothes off the floor and dumping them in the clothes hamper.

"How'd the date go? You kind of passed out in your room before I could ask." Peggy asked, picking up each article of clothing off the carpeted floor. Amelia felt her mouth curve into a Cheshire Cat-like grin at the mention of last night's events.

"It was amazing!" Amelia exclaimed in a sing-songy tone as she stretched out her arms and legs. Peggy rolled her eyes playfully and tossed her friend a white button-up and a pencil skirt.

"C'mon, you're going to be late. I'll go make some breakfast." Peggy informed her before escaping through the bedroom door.

Amelia yawned as she strolled into her bathroom and brushed her teeth with the new peppermint toothpaste Peggy picked up from the store last night. She stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, feeling her muscles relax instantly. Her legs and arms were extremely sore from dancing in heels all last night but after a few minutes, they were back to normal.

Amelia brushed through her damp chestnut brown hair that now stopped at her shoulders. The eye bags underneath her eyes were beginning to darken due to her long work schedule. After applying some makeup to her eyes and leaving her hair to dry, Amelia changed into her work clothes. Walking out to the kitchen, she took a seat at the table with Peggy who was serving her eggs and pancakes.

"I'm telling you," Amelia's words were muffled due to the pancakes that were crammed in her mouth. "When I die, all I need with me is your pancakes." Peggy laughed before digging into her breakfast herself.

They both finished eating their breakfast in 10 minutes and headed out of the door to meet with the others about new equipment for Steve to try out. Once they were inside, Peggy went off to speak with some individuals from MI6 about the Hydra bases. Amelia spent most of her time sitting with Howard who was testing out the strange glowing object Steve stole a few weeks ago.

"Emission signature is unusual." Howard commented, staring hard at the glowing blue orb from behind the glass. "Alpha and beta ray neutral. Though I doubt Rogers picked up on that." Howard joked to Amelia who rolled her eyes.

"Seems harmless enough. Hard to see what the fuss is about." Amelia braced herself for what was about to happen next.

Right when the metal made contact with the orb, the glass burst into millions of tiny piece and sent Howard flying across the room. Amelia shielded her face with her arms, throwing her body onto the row of chairs next to her.

"Are you alright?" Amelia asked, coughing hoarsely when the smoke filled her lungs. Howard sat up with his black hair ruffled up and lab coat dirtied.

"Write that down." Howard groaned with his voice cracking. Amelia chuckled before helping her friend up and sending someone down to clean up the glass.

The agent then made her way upstairs in hopes of catching Steve. He was supposed to be meeting with Howard in 20 minutes, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. She started towards Colonel Phillips' office in case Steve was in there talking with him. Right before she entered his office, her eye caught something moving behind a shelf. With her hands on her hips, she walked forward and opened her mouth to yell at the two about fooling around at work.

Her voice was caught in her throat when she found out who it was. Right in front of her was Private Lorraine intensely kissing Steve, her hand gripping his tie to bring him closer to her. Her eyes burned a little at the sight but she figured it was because she was glaring at the both of them for a long time. All upset feelings were pushed aside as Amelia composed herself and cleared her throat. Steve pulled away abruptly, his hand meeting his mouth to wipe away the remnants of his kiss.

"Amelia." He started but Amelia shook her head with a clipped laugh. It wasn't like her usual laugh that was full of life and amusement. This laugh sounded bitter, and Steve knew immediately that he was in for it.

She swore she could see Private Lorraine smirk as if she had won a competition between her and Amelia. Amelia had no idea why Steve kissing Private Lorraine made her so upset. Technically, she was with Bucky, wasn't she? Amelia smiled curtly and humorlessly before her lips dropped to a thin line.

"We're ready for you if you're not otherwise occupied." Amelia started. She pointed at Private Lorraine who straightened her posture when she saw Amelia's glare fixated on her.

"And get back to work, Private." Private Lorraine complied and headed towards her desk. But not before she winked suggestively at Steve.

When Private Lorraine was finally gone, Amelia started towards the double doors. She could hear Steve's heavy footsteps behind her but not once she did turn around to look at him. Multiple emotions were whirling around her head, but Amelia couldn't pinpoint any exact feeling. It could have been jealousy, but Amelia tossed that possibility aside.

Steve was her friend. That's all.

"Amelia, wait." Steve touched her shoulder with his hand which Amelia promptly shook off. Amelia stared up at him with a blank expression, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What, Steve?" Steve winced at the sharpness of her tone. Nonetheless, he continued.

"Why are you upset with me?" Steve asked curiously. He felt like he knew the answer but he didn't want to look like a fool for thinking it. Besides, it was a one-and-a-million chance.

Amelia laughed dully. She glanced at the double doors where she and Steve were supposed to be going through for the equipment testing, hoping that Howard would walk through them and save her from this pointless conversation. Well, at least she thought it was pointless.

"I'm not." Steve didn't look convinced. "I'm simply annoyed that you were late because you were making out with Private Lorraine. We don't have all day for you, Captain, believe or not." The next question she would receive nearly prompted her to smack the soldier in the face.

"Are you jealous?" Amelia gawked at Steve's question.

"Why should I be jealous of you and her? That's pathetic!" Amelia exclaimed loudly, not even acknowledging the bystanders that took interest in their conversation. "I honestly can't believe you would think that of me. You know that I'm—" Steve cut her off.

"With Bucky, I know." Surprisingly, he answered back with a biting tone. Her eyes widened in shock but they soon changed into a harsh glare.

"I was going to say that I'm not that kind of person. But glad to know that you are." Amelia turned on her heel and pushed through the double doors, her face burning from anger. She didn't even bother to see if Steve was following her.

At this point, she didn't care. All she knew was that their friendship was practically screwed over.

Amelia stood off to the side with Peggy, ignoring the latter's worried glances. She spent her time glaring at Steve who was overlooking the equipment Howard had made for him. He was especially interested in the circular shield which Amelia identified as the Vibranium shield. It was one of the rarest metals on Earth, and its main function is to absorb any kind of vibration.

Any kind of vibration, eh? That sparked an idea inside of her.

"Let's test it, shall we?" Amelia exclaimed, cutting into Steve and Howard's conversation.

They both looked at each other in confusion as Amelia loaded a pistol and aimed it at Steve. When he noticed what she was doing, Steve lifted the shield right when Amelia shot the first bullet. After shooting two more times, Amelia put the gun down and observed her handiwork. There were slight indentations on the metal where the bullets were hit but overall, the shield had protected Steve from getting shot.

"Looks like it works." Amelia growled sarcastically, shoving past a terrified Steve and an amused yet intimidated Howard.

"Pal, what did you do this time?"