It was snowing. Badly. The local news was saying that it was one of the worst blizzards in recent history. They were telling people to stay inside and all the local schools and even a few businesses had shut down for the day. The damn weather report kept interrupting all the local channels every 15 minutes for updates, so Amelia had turned the TV off, annoyed at the constant emergency beeping. She was alone in Steve and Bucky's apartment, sitting on their couch with a hot cup of coffee in her hands. It had been 3 days since she had been supposed to go home, but with the weather so bad, there was no way she'd make the drive out to her lake house. So they insisted that she just stay with them. If she had really wanted to, Tony could have helped her home with one of his cars, or Bucky's Jeep probably would have made it through the snow and ice, but Steve and Bucky had both rounded on her with those puppy dog eyes and there was no way she could turn them down. Plus, she was still a bit intimated by dating the best friend of Captain America, a man she had learned about in her history books in school. She was still getting used to the whole thing. Amelia and Bucky were coming up on their 5th month of dating and she was still a bit overwhelmed being around superheroes.

Amelia took a deep breath and opened the laptop that was sitting on the coffee table. Steve was letting her borrow it while he, Bucky, and a few others were down in the gym. She had been trying to find a new job. The coffee house was nice, she loved working there, but she needed something better. So she took advantage of being all cooped up to get some online applications done. She had just finished another one for an administration assistant at a community college when she heard the ding of the elevator and the click of the door.

Amelia turned around and smiled as Bucky entered. His face was a little red and he was sweating through the tank he wore. Looks like he and Steve went a little over board during morning routine.

"Hey," Amelia said softly as he leaned over her to kiss her forehead.

"Hey yourself, beautiful." he said, grinning at her as he sat down. "Any luck?"

Amelia took a deep breath as Bucky took a sip from his water bottle. "Yes and no." Bucky raised an eyebrow. Amelia took a moment. "Well, a while ago, I got an e-mail from Make A Wish. They want me to run one of their chapters."

"Run? What do you mean, exactly?" Bucky asked carefully, noting the tone on her voice.

"Well," Amelia answered shifting on the cushion. "I would be head of one of their chapters, working in one of their offices, handling the wishes that came in and who they get sent to and that sort of thing. I'd have people helping me, but I'd be in charge."

Bucky sat straighter. "So…you got it?"

Amelia nodded. "The way the e-mail sounded, it looks like they really want me."

Bucky leaned closer to her and gently gripped her knee. "Then what's the problem?"

"It's in Texas."

Bucky was silent, noting the emotions running across her face. She wanted the job; he could see it in her eyes. Texas. She would be leaving. After he just found her, she wanted to leave. And he would let her. He hung his head.

"You should take it," he muttered.

"What?"

"You love theater, right? It would make you happy? Then you should take it."

Amelia didn't speak for a moment. She could see Bucky's heart braking no matter how hard he was trying to hide it. He wouldn't look at her. His hair hung in his eyes she saw the metal plates in his arm shift. She his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. He smelled like sweat and leather with a hint of WD40.

"I can't," she whispered. "I already turned them down."

Bucky looked at her as if she had just grown another head. "Are you crazy? Amelia!" Bucky stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "Why would you turn down an opportunity like that? You love Make A Wish, I've never any love what they do more than you when you work with them. Amelia. Why would you take it?"

"Because I love you."

"What?"

They stared at each other for a few moments. Bucky not quite sure he heard her right. Amelia turned red under his stare. "You what?" he said again.

Amelia couldn't meet his eyes. "I turned them down because I love you. Plus, I'm not too sure about Texas. I mean, city girl moving down to rodeos and horse ranches? I wouldn't last a month. I don't like cowboy boots that much."

Bucky knew she was trying to relieve the tension but he was still in shock. Love. She said she loved him. He hadn't heard that word in over 70 years, and he especially hadn't heard it directed to him. Even before the war the only woman to tell him that was his mother and Steve's mom. And here was this woman rattling on and saying she loved him. She loved him. It made his heart feel in ways he couldn't explain. Ways he never thought possible. Amelia watched the emotions play across Bucky's face. Amelia stood up and slid her hands up his chest.

"I turned them down, because, even though I love working with them and granting wishes," she said quietly, running her hands up his neck and into his hair. "I have gone quite insane and have fallen in love with you and…when I tried to picture myself leaving for Dallas and getting set up in a nice place and heading into work every morning, I couldn't picture doing it alone. All I could see was you right there next to me. Call me crazy, but I couldn't. I know we haven't known each other a long time but, I-mmph!"

Bucky was kissing her as if he couldn't get enough of her. Amelia almost couldn't keep up with the way his hands were roaming on her back and the force of his mouth against hers. She was growing dizzy, just drinking him in. She could feel the sweat from his workout still on his skin, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way his mouth felt against her throat. His lips traveled back to hers and he could taste the coffee on her tongue. Amelia's skin was on fire under his and the cool metal sent shivers up her spine.

"Bucky," she moaned against his mouth as she slowed the kiss down. She pulled away from him and he rested his forehead against hers. He took her face in his hands and affectionately rubbed his nose against hers. "You are crazy," he whispered. "Falling in love with an old man like me."

Amelia let out a small laugh. "Yeah, well, I couldn't help myself. I fell for all your tricks, you old ladies man."

Bucky licked his lips and tried to talk, but the word caught in his throat. He couldn't remember saying it. Sure he probably said it to his mother, his little sister, but he couldn't remember. The word felt weird.

"Well," he said quietly. "I couldn't help myself either." Love. Come on, Barnes. Just say it.

Amelia smiled at him, perfectly content at not pushing him to say more. She knew what he meant. He didn't have to say it. When she leaned in to kiss him again he stopped her. Her eyebrows crinkled, but she didn't say anything.

Bucky took a breath and his blue eyes met hers. "I love you, too."

Figured after those last two chapters, I'd give you something all warm and fuzzy. :)