Bucky was so used to fighting that he didn't know what to do when he was told not to fight. As he watched Steve and Natasha pack up, he couldn't help but feel like he was supposed to be going with them.
"Don't make that face, Buck. We'll be right back." Steve said, a teasing tone in his voice. "It'll be tough to take down insurgents with only one arm."
"Pretty sure I can still take you in a fight." he said with an impish grin. Steve smirked back, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Probably. But we'll save it for next time, yea?" he asked. Bucky nodded, and Steve looked past him. He nodded his head in that direction. "Besides, I think there's someone waiting on you."
Bucky turned to see Mika standing inside, messing with her phone and pretending not to be watching them through the window. He nodded to Steve, wishing them luck before going back inside. She pushed off the wall, coming to greet him.
"So what's going on?" she asked, her hand affectionately resting on his side. The touch gave him something to focus on, something to pull him away from the confusion and the turmoil of a soldier being told to stay home.
"They're on their way out. And I'm staying here." he said. His tone wasn't bitter, but matter-of-fact. She slid her arms around his waist, smiling as she held him close and kissed him. His hand went to her cheek before sliding into her hair, keeping her close so he could kiss her a little longer before she pulled away.
"Good. You need a break from fighting. Plus, I can think of something much more fun we could be doing." she said with a smile. He smirked, kissing her again. She had a fair point. He was tired of fighting.
"I think you're right." he murmured, taking her hand and walking back towards their apartment.