Since Bucky still didn't feel comfortable leaving the apartment after his close call with HYDRA, Steve frequently came to the apartment to catch up with him. Daisy was glad to see him beginning to interact with people other than just her.

She was surprised when she saw a vase of beautiful white flowers waiting for her on her desk. She took a moment to breathe in the scent before picking up the little note that they came with.

'Some flowers for my Daisy. -B"

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face the entire day. Everyone seemed to notice and then realized she was smiling so bright because of the beautiful flowers sitting in her office.

"Looks like you have a secret admirer," Trish, her coworker and good friend, said with a wink.

"Not secret, Trish, I know who sent them," Daisy said.

"Ooh! Friend? Lover? Boyfriend?" Trish pried. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone."

"It kind of just happened," Daisy said with a shrug. "I mean, not that I'm complaining. I never would have imagined him to be so sweet, though."

"Well it's been what, almost three months now?" Trish asked. Daisy nodded. "I mean, you gave a homeless man a home, Daisy, not just a place to stay. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I just don't get your motive."

"Because he needed me to, Trish," Daisy sighed. "I wish I could explain everything to you but it's too complicated."

"It's that Barnes guy you studied during the Captain America exhibit, isn't it? The one that you were convinced was The Winter Soldier?" Trish said. Daisy sighed and opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. "Oh my God, it is! They froze him like they did to Captain America?"

"Well, not exactly," Daisy frowned. "But sort of, yeah. To keep it simple."

"Oh my God, you're dating like, a 90-year-old man!" Trish laughed. "How does that make you feel to know that you're fu-"

"Alright, Trish, that's enough," Daisy cut her off. Daisy shook her head as she laughed at Trish's antics. "And if we're gonna go there, he's closer to 96."

"Oh, that's grand," Trish exclaimed. "Sugar baby Daisy over here."

"Oh my God," Daisy said. As Daisy rubbed her temples, Trish laughed at her. "I literally cannot believe you," Daisy added.

"You love me," Trish said matter-of-factly. "Don't deny it, Daisy. I know there's room in your heart for me beside that grandpa of yours."

"I can't even," Daisy responded. "I can't even with you right now."

Trish stuck her tongue out at Daisy. "You'd be so bored here without me."

"I actually like what I do, Trish," Daisy reminded her. "This upcoming exhibit is weird as hell, you'd love it."

"Ooh, I love weird shit," Trish said as she slid off of Daisy's desk and ran around to look at some of the files. "Why are we doing something on some guy from Florida?"

"Because my boss just came back from vacationing there and heard about it. She's obsessed. It'll be up by the time the guy's birthday rolls around."

"Cyrus Teed," Trish said in a funny voice. "Ooh, look at this stud all shirtless and everything."

"That's a decayed dead body, Trish," Daisy said with a sigh.

"Oh," Trish said. "Just kidding."

"You're not allowed to make fun of me for Bucky being 96 anymore," Daisy said with a wink. "Necrophilia is a whole other level of crazy."

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it," Trish said with a shrug.

Daisy's office phone began to ring; the caller ID said it was Barbara at the front desk. "Hey Barb, what's up?"

"Hey Daisy, there's a young man who says he's here to see you," Barbara said. "He says he's been dating you for a while," Barbara said, and then began to speak in a whisper, "but I know Mr. Barnes knows where your office is. He's tall, sandy brown hair; sound familiar?"

"Very much so," Daisy said, her tone becoming stern. "If you can ID him and his name is Dave, send him home. I won't see him."

"Will do, Daisy," Barbara said.

"Thanks Barb. You're the best."

The girls hung up. Daisy groaned and rested her hands in her arms face down on her desk.

"Is that little shit trying to come back into your life?" Trish asked.

"Trying is the key word, but yes," Daisy said; it came out muffled with her face still resting in her arms. "He showed up at my apartment yesterday. I thought Bucky was gonna beat the shit out of him."

"What happened?"

"He tried coming in but I told him to leave, he still wouldn't go away, so Bucky answered the door and nearly threatened him. He had Dave by the throat and everything."

"Damn," Trish said. "That's kind of hot."

"Trish, really?"

"No, I'm serious! Bucky clearly cares about you. Wanting to protect his woman."

"He was a brainwashed assassin before he met me, Trish. That's not hot."

"No, but him using what he learned when he was a brainwashed assassin is," Trish insisted. "That's like, shit you'd see in a Nicholas Sparks movie."

"Please don't ever compare my relationship with Bucky to a Nicholas Sparks movie ever again," Daisy said with a teasing glare. "Seriously, you know I hate that garbage."

"And you know I love that garbage, so just take the damn compliment," Trish said as she ruffled Daisy's hair. "Have you guys slept together yet?"

Daisy sighed. "Yeah, Trish, we have. Big deal."

Trish gasped. "You're kidding me! Oh, I just regained my teasing privileges."

"It's not a big deal, Trish," Daisy shrugged. "It was really sweet, actually. Not like that drunk sloppy stuff we used to call sex in college."

"Well how was he? Did the old man hold up?" Trish winked.

"We are not having this conversation."

When Daisy arrived at her apartment, she could faintly hear Bucky humming along to music from the late 1930s and early 1940s. She pressed her ear to the door so she could listen without interrupting him. A grin was plastered on her face as he hummed and lightly sang along to songs that she knew that Bucky was clearly very familiar with.

As much as she hated to interrupt him, she finally unlocked the door and came in to the apartment. The smell of homemade pasta sauce immediately overcame her sense of smell. Daisy couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Bucky in the kitchen making it alongside with a pot of spaghetti. He was wearing khaki pants and a black ribbed tank top.

He turned to look at her and beamed. His eyes seemed to light up like a Christmas tree. "Hey! You're home a bit early!"

"And you're a bit domestic!" Daisy exclaimed, heading over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Domestic? Do we have to use that word?" Bucky asked with his nose crinkled and lips in a frown. He wrapped his metal arm around her and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Bucky, look at you. You're cooking while humming along to Billie Holiday. You're like a housewife, but better."

"I was not humming," Bucky quickly defended, pointing at her with the spoon he was using for the sauce.

"Really? Then who did I hear humming before I came in, hmm?" Daisy challenged.

Bucky glared at her and tapped the spoon to her nose to purposely get sauce on her face. She wiped it off with her thumb before licking it off.

"Well, aren't you the perfect little housewife," Daisy said. "Tastes good."

"Thanks, you know, I try. I wanted to surprise you with dinner." Bucky shrugged. "You had a long shift today, but the only thing I can successfully make is pasta."

"Pasta's perfect," Daisy said with a light giggle. She stood on her tip toes to kiss Bucky's cheek. "Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They're beautiful."

"Oh, did they come today?" Bucky asked. "That was fast."

Daisy nodded. "They were waiting for me in my office this morning. They brightened the whole place up."

"Well I'm glad to hear it. How was work today?"

"Normal day, really. Trish just came back from maternity leave so she hung around my office all day. She asked about you."

"Oh?" Bucky asked. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. "How so?"

"Well, she sort of noticed the giant bouquet of flowers on my desk," Daisy reminded him.

"Alright, fair enough."

Daisy decided against telling him that Dave tried to show up. She didn't think it was necessary and wanted to avoid confrontation, especially seeing as she couldn't completely confirm that it was Dave. She didn't even want to think about Dave; she wasn't even happy in her relationship with Dave.

But she was happy with Bucky.