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It was two in the afternoon and Alba sat at her computer desk, absently poking the yellow bruise on her left knee. It was nearly healed, Bucky patching her up and making her put an ice pack on it for over an hour. Looking back on that night, Alba had thought it would end quite differently, but right when she sat on the couch with the ice pack Steve and Sam walked through the door with three pizzas and the four of them sat in the living room eating and watching The Godfather before she left, insisting she could walk home by herself and leaving Bucky with his friends.
Since then she'd been busy with work and proofing the chapters her editor sent her, looking them over before sending them back, the company getting everything ready for the long months of processing before the book would be published.
It had been nearly a week, with Bucky coming into the coffee house for coffee and to visit her in the mornings, before parting ways.
She sighed, continuing her poking before a familiar noise came from her computer. She looked towards it and saw a small screen had popped up with Parker's picture along with the words 'answer' and 'decline'.
She grinned, spinning in her chair and resting her left arm on her desk while the other grabbed the mouse and she clicked the answer button.
Within seconds a large video image of Parker appeared on the screen, with a smaller one of Alba in the top right corner.
Parker was grinning at her, sitting in a very bright room with plants in the corner and some dirty laundry lying on a bed in the background, while Parker was in a black long sleeve collar shirt and a grey tie, his hair sticking up at the top while he still sported his stubble.
"There she is! The published author!" he said instantly, clapping his hands.
Alba beamed, clapping with him, "Are you going to say that every time we video chat?"
"Yes. You do realize I've talked my manager into giving people a ten percent discount if they bring in their copy of your book, right? I've already spiked your sales with that deal." He said smartly.
Alba gawked at him, "Just ten percent? What the hell, Park? I would think you'd go for thirty." She said, half joking.
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, we have to make money somehow. You're lucky you got ten, he was bargaining with five! You are not worth five percent; ten is a good solid number for you."
Alba laughed, shaking her head, "It won't be out for another five months at least. I have to proof every chapter, send it to them, then they proof it and discuss some small changes, I proof again, then we send it to some test readers or whatever and they can start figuring out which age group to market it to, even though I told them I'm aiming the book towards young adults, and then we have to make a book cover and I get my pictures taken for the author photo in the back of the book and then it's sent to the printers. Very long, boring process."
Parker shrugged, "I've yet to hear thanks for showing you the damn company that ended up signing your book."
Alba shook her head, a disbelieving look on her face, "Thank you for doing the kind, brotherly thing to do by helping your little sister, who asks for nothing, find a publishing company that hasn't rejected her and gave her the idea to send them her book. Thank you, oh wonderful, gracious brother." She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Parker chuckled, nodding his head, "That will work. You are welcome."
Alba rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair while Parker stared at her, studying her image on the screen.
"What?" she asked after a moment, confused.
"What's been going on with you and Bucky?" He asked, smirking. "Do Aidan and I need to go down there and have the Big Brother talk with him yet?"
Alba chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, "I don't know, I guess."
"What?!" He asked, grinning.
Alba laughed, nodding her head, "Well, I'm guessing. You know I'm always weird about putting labels on things that just happened, but yeah. I think so, at least. He's been a lot more…relaxed around me in the last week, even though we haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together, but, I don't know, I still feel like he's holding something back."
"You bang him yet?" he asked curiously.
Alba laughed, shaking her head as she looked down at her lap. "No, we were close once but then it got complicated. Second time might have gone in that direction if I hadn't gotten hurt before I saw him, and we haven't really gotten the opportunity since."
Parker sighed, nodding his head, "Good, he's not allowed to touch you."
Alba gawked at him, a laugh escaping her, "What? You were the one who told me to throw myself at him."
"That did not count, I wasn't even in big brother mode I was in best friend mode. Big brother mode is on right now and he's not allowed to touch you. He's gotta marry you first." He said matter-of-factly.
Alba rolled her eyes, "You're not very convincing in this whole 'big brother' thing, you know?"
"Hey, I try. You have it easy, you're the youngest. There is literally nothing you have to really do." He shot back.
Alba grinned, nodding her head, "One of the better perks of being the youngest."
"Whatever, back to you and your new guy; When are you seeing him next?" he asked curiously.
Alba shrugged, "He might come see me at work on Thursday since I'm off tomorrow, and I saw him this morning when he came in for coffee and then he left to meet his friend Steve about something." She explained.
"Sounds boring. Isn't the beginning of the relationship the fun, 'honeymoon' stage when you have a lot of sex and it's like the two of you are the only two people in the world?" he asked.
Alba laughed, shaking her head, "I think that last one applies more for teenagers, and I'm sure we'll have plenty of sex when we actually do. For now, it's kind of like how it's always been, which I'm fine with." She explained.
Parker shrugged, "Well, whatever floats your boat. Don't forget to call mom tonight, you know she'll want to talk to you. Has your phone been blowing up yet?"
Alba nodded, pursing her lips, "Every ten minutes. I swear, everyone in the family forgets about me until today."
Parker chuckled, "Okay, I'm heading off to work. Have a great day, birthday girl."
Alba smiled, nodding her head, "I'll try. Bye, Park. Love you."
"Love you too." He grinned, before a clicking was heard and his image was gone and the word document her book was in returned to the screen.
She sighed, leaning back in her chair. She glanced at her phone, wondering if Bucky was busy. She'd like to spend some of her birthday with him when she's not working, but he did say he was going to meet up with Steve somewhere, and he hadn't told her where, which left Alba thinking it was something top secret.
She shook her head, leaning forward in the chair and returning to her book. She didn't have time to celebrate her birthday, she had work to do.
Bucky was lying out on the couch, his left arm extended over his head, staring at the shining metal while his right hand was tucked under his head.
He had gone to meet Steve at S.H.I.E.L.D. that morning about some important HYDRA information Steve thought Bucky deserved to know about. They had found another small headquarters of HYDRA affiliates near El Paso, and when the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had gone in to investigate after capturing all the HYDRA affiliates, they found a device being packed for shipment, but there was no address for it.
It was a chair, built for someone strong, or someone with a very strong left arm, made to restrain them while a larger machine with different controls on a control doc and an electro magnet attached at the end of a large movable attachment on the machine was connected behind the chair.
Fury explained to Bucky that the chair and machine were destroyed by the agents in El Paso, but they wanted to give him an update on their work capturing every member of the organization.
It had put Bucky on edge all afternoon, a few awful memories he had recovered surfacing in his mind, but he ran his metal hand down his face every time the memories would come to mind, trying hard to remain calm and not over react. They were still cleared in D.C.; all the agencies they had found were thousands of miles away from there. He was still in the clear.
"You okay, Buck?" Steve asked curiously, walking behind the couch and peering down at him.
Bucky's eyes moved from his hand to Steve and nodded absently, "A bit bored."
Steve gave him a look before shrugging, "Why don't you go see what Alba's up to?" he asked, before walking towards the kitchen.
Bucky pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder at Steve, "Do you think she'd be home?" he asked.
Steve shrugged, looking back at Bucky, "You could call her and ask." He paused, giving Bucky a look, "Are you and Alba-?"
"Yeah." Bucky answered instantly, nodding his head. "But I don't," he paused, glancing back down at his arm, "She saw my hand, I know she did, last week. She didn't act like she noticed it much though." He looked back at Steve, "I'm anxious. I just want to show her it immediately and get it over with, but I haven't really gotten the chance this past week." He explained, muttering.
Steve nodded, pursing his lips, before a small chuckle came from him.
Bucky gave him a confused look, "What's so funny?"
Steve shook his head, "Nothing, just," he pointed between himself and Bucky, "Before all this, normally I'd be the one who sounded unsure about girls and would talk to you about it, and you'd be the one to give me advice. It's just a bit funny about how the tables turned." He explained, grinning.
Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes, "I'm not asking for advice, don't get it twisted."
Steve smirked, pulling the phone out of his pocket and typing out a quick message before glancing back at Bucky. "I know it's a dumb question, but she already knows who you are, is it really such a big deal to show her your arm?" he asked.
Bucky hesitated, staring at his arm. "I don't think she really realizes what she's signing up for." He muttered, more to himself than to Steve. "I feel like if she actually sees the arm she'll realize it, it'll process more than just reading about it online or seeing my face at the Smithsonian." he said, glancing over at Steve.
Steve frowned, staring back at Bucky as he took a step back towards the kitchen, "Are you just saying that because you still think it's too good to be true that she isn't scared of you?"
"It is too good to be true." Bucky muttered a small glare on his face as he looked back at his arm.
Steve sighed, shaking his head slightly, "So you just want to see how much you can reveal to her to actually scare her? Bucky, trust me, she likes you and wants to be with you." He said, before a chime was heard and Steve reached back into his pocket for his phone.
He stared down at the screen and a large grin appeared on his face, "In fact, she'd love to see you right now."
Bucky shot up, spinning around on the couch to look directly at Steve, "What?"
Steve nodded, his grin still on his face, and tossed Bucky the phone, "I asked if she was free to hang out, she said yes with a smiley face. Seems eager to me." He chuckled.
Bucky smirked, staring down at the screen before nodding his head.
"Now seems like a pretty great time to show her." Steve said, shrugging his shoulders.
Bucky nodded his head once more before tossing the phone back at Steve and hurrying into his room to grab a jacket.
Alba had her phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, busying herself with pulling the sticker off the plastic top of the strawberry topped New York style cheesecake she had purchased for her birthday, while her sister Cassidy chatted away on the phone.
"We couldn't stop laughing, Ali, it was crazy. This guy actually paid to get his wife's face tattooed on his ass. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And, get this; they've only been married for two weeks. Will even asked the guy if he was drunk, he couldn't actually believe it." Cassidy said between her laughter.
Alba nodded absently, partially ignoring her sister as she tried to use her nails to remove the stickers.
'It's like they super glued the damn thing.' She thought angrily, before finally giving up and pulling a butter knife from the drawer and cutting through the stickers with some difficulty.
"Ali? You listening?" Cassidy asked.
Alba nodded, "Mhm."
Cassidy sighed, "Any dinner plans or anything for tonight?"
Alba shook her head before remembering she had the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder and quickly dropped the knife to catch her phone as it slipped down her shoulder. She held it to her ear and sighed, "No, but Bucky should be coming by in five minutes maybe. I was just thinking we could watch a movie and then have this cheesecake I bought this morning."
"Do you think he got you anything?"
Alba shook her head again, pulling a strawberry from the very center of the cheesecake and popping it in her mouth, "Doubtful, since he doesn't know it's my birthday."
"What?!" Cassidy nearly screeched, "What kind of girlfriend doesn't tell her boyfriend it's her birthday? You're missing out on roses and presents and birthday sex, which is always better than regular sex because they make it all about you."
Alba laughed, rolling her eyes, "I don't know what kind of sex life you have, but when I'm actually having sex with someone, I make sure my needs are met, so birthday sex and regular sex aren't a huge difference."
"Oh, you know what I mean. You seriously didn't tell him?"
"No, and why did you call him my boyfriend? Parker doesn't have that huge of a mouth to go blabbing within two hours." Alba asked curiously.
"Of course not, he's at work. I just figured something had to have happened by now, and you didn't correct me immediately and from what you just said I'm assuming it's true." She said, and Alba swore she could hear her sister smirking.
She sighed, placing the cover back on the cheesecake before wedging the phone back in place between her ear and shoulder, taking the cake and storing it back in the fridge. "You know I don't like putting labels on this stuff so early on. I'll let you know our relationship status in two months or so, okay?"
"Oh, whatever, Ali, you just want to make sure the entire family is in the dark until you can mentally and physically prepare the guy for us."
Alba nodded her head knowingly as she took hold of the phone once more and twirled a strand of hair around her left pointer finger, "Basically. Don't go blabbing this to anyone else, okay? I'm not even going to tell mom, you know how she gets."
"Yeah because you're the only one left who isn't married, was married, or about to be married. She's dying to get you into a wedding dress."
"Partially why none of you met Chuck until six months into the relationship," Alba said matter-of-factly. "I think mom telling Chuck that I could still fit into her wedding dress freaked him out considerably; that and he was already sleeping with that nineteen year old so he wasn't hearing any wedding bells."
A buzzing came from her monitor by the front door and she glanced in that direction, walking over and pressing a button on the small monitor on the wall, unlocking the front entrance of the building. "Bucky's here, I gotta go." She said into the phone, unlocking her front door and walking back into the kitchen.
"Alright, happy birthday."
"Thanks, kiss the kids and Will for me." Alba said, before pressing the end call button on her phone and placing it on the counter, walking towards the stove and reaching for the small cabinet above the microwave. She stood on her tip toes to pull two small glasses from inside the cabinet and placed them on the counter next to the fridge.
She wondered if Bucky would want water or apple juice, both in high supply in her fridge, when a knock came from her door.
"It's open, Bucky!" she called, not turning to the door as she swung open her fridge.
She heard him step inside and saw him staring at her from the corner of her eye.
"Do you want something to drink? Water or apple juice?" She asked, pulling out the water pitcher for herself.
"Water's fine." He said simply, before walking past the entrance of the kitchen and deeper into the apartment, into the living room.
"I was thinking about watching a movie, do you want to? It's kind of a special occasion so I was gonna watch one of my absolute favorites,"
"Before we do anything," Bucky interrupted, and Alba glanced at him through the opening over the sink. He was staring back at her, a serious look on his face and his arms crossed, his hoodie and glove still on.
"I want to show you something." He said.
Alba nodded, turning back to pouring the water, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead, show away." She said, grinning. Did he somehow find out it was her birthday and he got her something? She felt very excited now, and hurriedly put the water pitcher away, grabbed the two glasses in both hands and walked out of the kitchen, turning towards the living room.
She gulped the moment she saw what he actually wanted to show her.
Standing in the center of her living room was Bucky, his jacket, glove and t-shirt lying idly on her sofa while he stood before her, shirtless. Alba's eyes drifted from his chest to his arm, then back to his chest again, and she felt her face turn hot.
'Okay, I knew he had a nice body since I got to touch his chest last time, but holy shit.' She thought, gulping again as her eyes darted from the light curls of chest hair to his abs, to the way his jeans hung loosely on his hips, to the muscles of his right arm and the details on his metal arm.
It clicked as her eyes drifted back to his left arm and she quickly met his eyes. He was staring at her, studying her, waiting for some type of reaction.
Alba quickly walked towards her kitchen table and set the two glasses down, and then faced Bucky once more. He continued to stare at her, and Alba was suddenly very aware of everything she was doing.
She took a step towards him, keeping their eyes locked; not wanting to show any sign that she was scared or nervous, because she wasn't. Once they were just a foot apart Alba's eyes glanced back down at his arm.
She looked back at him and held her right hand up in front of them, "May I-?" she trailed off, moving her hand inching towards his arm.
He nodded quickly, his jaw set as he watched her, and Alba broke eye contact to focus her attention on his arm.
The first thing she did was rest her right hand on the part of skin that met the metal, running her fingers gently over the white scars covering the area and the small amount of veins visible through the skin. She traced one scar until her finger touched the cold metal and she saw Bucky's entire body stiffen as she slowly ran all her fingers over the cold metal. Her fingers went over every crevice in the metal, running her fingers along until she found the red star design on his shoulder. She took a step to her right, trying to get a better look at the star.
It was a part of the arm, but it was scarred considerably, as if someone had tried to scrape it off with a knife, but to no avail, it was still there, bright red and obvious. She ran her fingers over the star for a moment before returning to her place in front of Bucky and continued going down his arm.
He slowly brought it up, bending it at the elbow and holding it in the space between them to make it easier for Alba. She ran her fingers along the crease of the elbow and glanced back up at the scars running along the skin.
"It's connected to your nerves." She stated, figuring it out.
Bucky nodded.
"So you can't take it off for repairs or anything; and if it's connected to your nerves, you can feel with this arm too." She said.
"Sort of." He muttered.
Alba glanced up towards his face and he looked as if he was struggling to find the words.
He sighed, "It doesn't…feel as real as it does with my right hand. I can feel you touching my arm, but it doesn't give me the same sensation I get when you actually touch my flesh, or when I touch something with my right hand compared to my left." He explained.
Alba nodded, turning her eyes back down to the arm. The metal was shaped as if it had muscles, built nearly identical to Bucky's right, only slightly bigger. She continued running her fingers down along his arm until she reached his metal fingers, and held each one individually to study them. No false fingerprints were carved into the metal fingers, and no sign that they tried to indent a space at the end of each finger for the impress of finger nails; it was just rounded out metal fingers, with small crevices between each connecting piece of metal.
She finally glanced back up at Bucky, letting out a sigh, "To think this kind of technology was in the hands of those people. If regular scientists today knew how to do something like this, millions of people with missing limbs would get the option of having one of these. They've come far with their prosthetics but this would change the world."
Bucky gave her a look, "That's really all you have to say?" he asked, surprised.
Alba gulped, staring back down at his arm, "Well, I don't really know what else to say. Saying 'I'm sorry this happened to you' kind of seems like a douche thing to say, and I'm not freaked out or scared by it so I can't run away screaming, I'd say I'm more curious about your arm, but even that's pushing it, considering I know nothing about science and engineering. Now if my nephew Harley were here, he'd have a million different questions you'd probably be able to answer, but he isn't and I don't really have a lot of questions. What were you expecting I'd say?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
Bucky shrugged, shaking his head slightly as he looked between her and his arm, "I don't know, but I don't think it was this. This is…almost normal."
Alba nodded, pursing her lips, "Almost normal, sounds like a good way to describe everything that's happened with us." She chuckled.
Bucky smirked, glancing down at Alba's right hand, which was still lying on top of his metal arm.
"But," Alba said suddenly, causing Bucky to look back up at her.
She had a serious look on her face and she took her hand back, crossing her arms over her chest. "This doesn't seem very fair."
Bucky looked confused, quirking an eyebrow at her, "What doesn't?" he asked.
Alba nodded towards him, "You're topless in my living room. I can't have that." She said simply. Bucky gave her a look, and went to grab his shirt off the couch when Alba stopped him, shaking her head, "No, no, not necessary." She said simply.
His confusion was still on his face until Alba reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it behind her shoulder, a smirk on her lips.
Bucky took in a sharp breath, his eyes darting down from her face to her chest, clad only in a green lace bra. He glanced back up at her smirking face before he returned the mischievous look, "Well, it still isn't fair." He said his tone just on the edge of cocky.
Alba gave him a look, "Oh?" She asked, crossing her arms.
Bucky nodded, placing his right pointer finger under the strap of Alba's bra, "You're not completely topless, are you?" he asked, looking from the strap to her face.
Her smirk turned into a full on grin, and she uncrossed her arms, reaching one hand behind her back, "I'll help you out this time, since you had some difficulty with this the last time." She said matter-of-factly, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.
The moment he heard her bra unclasp he dove in for the kiss.
"I'm only going to ask this once," Alba said, slightly out of breath and pushing herself off the bed onto her elbows, glancing over at Bucky, "that serum stuff that helped you survive the fall, that totally increased your stamina, right? Because I don't know any guys who can do that that many times in a row."
Bucky let out a laugh, rolling his eyes as he pushed himself up and turned on his side, facing Alba. "I'm not sure, the only times I had sex after getting tested on I had to pay for it, and I didn't have too much money back then, so I couldn't afford time with more than one woman on the one night when we weren't going off destroying HYDRA base camps."
Alba sighed, falling back against the bed, "Was that just a thing, sleeping with European harlots when you had women waiting for you back home?"
"Hey," Bucky said defensively, "I never had a girl waiting for me, at least from what I remember and from what Steve's told me."
Alba smirked, looking back at him, "I know, I'm just asking." She paused, a furrowing her brow as she thought something over, "Should I go get tested now or something?"
Bucky laughed again, shaking his head, "Trust me, you're fine. If I got any kind of disease from those women all that stuff they injected me with killed it all by now."
Alba nodded, "Good, I'd hate to go through that after such a good afternoon." She pushed herself back up onto her elbows and looked over Bucky at her clock, "Well, technically evening." She corrected herself, surprised.
Bucky smirked, wrapping his left arm around her waist and pulling her on top of his as he fell back down against the bed. Alba smirked, giving him a playful look, "Please tell me you don't want to go for round seven because I honestly don't think I'm going to be able to walk for the next month, I'm way too tired." She said, half-jokingly as she rested her chin against his chest.
He smirked, giving her a look, "We didn't have sex all six times."
"Are you saying good orgasms don't take a lot out of you, whether it's sex or foreplay?" She asked, before shaking her head, "Well, obviously not you, mister super soldier person, but to me it does." She said matter-of-factly.
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head, "Don't assume I'm not just as exhausted as you are. I was just…excited. I haven't done that in over seventy years, I wanted to go until I couldn't anymore."
"And yet I feel like you still could." She said knowingly, feeling something press against her leg.
He rolled his eyes, "Natural body response, trust me, I'm tired."
Alba laughed, nodding her head, "Alright, alright, I believe you. But you need to promise me something." She said seriously.
Bucky met her eyes, bringing his left arm to rest behind his head while he ran his fingers on his right hand up and down her back, "What?" he asked.
"When you regain your energy, please fix my door." She said a small chuckle in her voice as she nodded in the direction of her bedroom door.
Bucky cringed, remembering that he had pulled the door off its hinges after round four, when he was carrying Alba into the bedroom from their position on the couch.
"But I do appreciate your excitement about having sex on something more comfortable than my couch, or my kitchen table, or up against the wall next to my bedroom door." Alba chuckled, a large grin on her face.
Bucky smirked, "I'll fix it tonight."
Alba nodded, "What a fantastic way to start off being twenty-six, having sex in four different locations of my apartment. All that's left is my kitchen, closet, and bathroom." She joked, pushing herself off his chest and swinging her leg around him, straddling him as she sat up.
Bucky moved his right hand from her back, sliding around her hip to her stomach, running his thumb over her torso then sliding it up to cup her breast, before her words completely registered to him.
"You aren't twenty-six." He said, looking her in the eyes as he continued to grope her.
Alba shrugged, absently twirling a piece of hair between her right pointer finger as she ran her left hand up and down Bucky's right forearm as he touched her, "As of 1:34 this afternoon I am." She said simply, glancing towards the ceiling.
Bucky froze, gawking at her. "Today's your birthday?!" he asked, shocked, pulling his hand away from her and pushing himself up onto his elbows.
She nodded, smiling, "You have to admit, this was a hell of a nice birthday present." She said, winking.
Bucky continued to gawk at her, "You aren't being serious." He argued, in complete disbelief that she hadn't shared this with him.
Alba shook her head, just when a buzzing noise came from outside the bedroom, from the kitchen of the apartment. Alba glanced over her shoulder out the door before looking back at Bucky and jabbing her thumb in the direction of the kitchen, "You've been hearing my phone going off this whole time, right?" she asked, remembering the incessant buzzing the entire time they were in the living room, before finally moving into the bedroom.
Bucky nodded, his mind running in overdrive.
She nodded along with him, "That's most likely the rest of my siblings or my parents calling to wish me a happy birthday. My phone never buzzed this much before, you know that. I always get hounded by relatives on my birthday, it's the one day of the year I can't ignore them." She explained, before pushing herself against his chest and laying out her legs, returning to lying on top of him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, confused as he wrapped his right arm around her waist.
She shrugged, "I didn't think it was a big deal. I'm just turning twenty-six, it's nothing too special. Although I do have a cheesecake in the fridge that I bought for my birthday, that I was hoping we could eat after we had dinner and watched that movie, but considering we never watched the movie I think it's safe to say we can just order Chinese and then eat the cheesecake. What do you say?" she asked, absently running her fingers through the curls of his chest hair.
Bucky sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "Can you give me an hour so I can go get you some flowers or something? I feel like shit for not having anything for you."
Alba laughed, pushing herself up and leaning over to peck him on the lips, "I don't need flowers or anything. Chinese food, cheesecake, and round seven after we eat will be just perfect." She explained a smile on her lips.
Bucky sighed, nodding his head, "Fine. Buying you flowers wouldn't work out anyway; you told me the other day those other flowers died two days after I got them for you."
Alba gawked at him, "Hey, I tried my hardest to keep them alive. How was I supposed to know that little package that came with the flowers were nutrients I was supposed to put in their water?" she asked defensively.
Bucky smirked, rolling his eyes, "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, jokingly, pushing some of her hair behind her shoulder.
Alba shrugged, pursing her lips, "Probably pin me down, teach me a lesson about letting those pretty flowers die." She said, before giving him a mischievous smirk.
Bucky chuckled, returning the smirk, "And you said you were tired."