The drive to Steve's apartment was, well, Steve wouldn't call it peaceful with the way Bucky wove through traffic but uneventful. And enjoyable all the same, if Steve was being honest with himself. They pulled into the parking lot and Bucky stopped right by the stairs as he always did. Steve got off slowly. He wasn't quite ready to part yet as he handed over his helmet. Bucky put it away and Steve rubbed his arms.

"Tonight was fun." He finally said and Bucky chuckled.

"I'm glad to hear it, doll. I had fun too." Bucky replied and Steve smiled at him. He glanced around the parking lot as he took a breath. Bucky got off his bike all of a sudden. "Let me walk you up." He insisted.

Steve smiled and nodded. Bucky took his hand and they walked up the stairs to Steve's apartment. "Thanks for tonight, Bucky. I really did enjoy it." Steve said as he started looking for his keys. They weren't in his pockets, any of them, and he sighed.

Bucky suddenly kicked back the rug and picked up his spare, offering it to Steve before he could even say a word. Steve took it and unlocked the door, but something was bugging him. "Hey, how did you know where my spare was?" Steve asked as he pushed the door open.

"It's really the only place it could be." Bucky said with a shrug and glancing around Steve had to admit he had a point. There really wasn't anywhere else to put a spare key near his door.

"That makes sense." Steve finally agreed as he entered his apartment. Bucky leaned against the doorway and Steve hesitated in the entryway. "Would you like to come in?" He finally offered and Bucky smiled. He pushed off the doorframe and followed Steve into the apartment, even taking off his shoes as Steve had.

"It's nice." Bucky said and Steve just laughed.

"You don't have to flatter me. I know it's not the best, but I think I've done a good job decorating it." Steve gave him a smile. Bucky just shrugged.

"It's not so bad. I've seen far worse and they don't have your decorating skills." Bucky said and Steve laughed. He moved further into the room then saw the broken window. He couldn't even get angry, he just sighed. "What's wrong?" Bucky quickly looked to see what he was looking at.

"Someone broke my window. Again." Steve added as he moved over to the shattered glass on the ground, complete with a brick. He went to pick it up (they often had messages) but Bucky caught his wrist before he could touch it.

"There might be fingerprints." He offered and Steve just gave him a smile.

"I appreciate it, Buck, but there's not much point in going to the police. As long as no one is killed or seriously hurt they won't do anything. Too much risk of retribution." He informed the man before he picked up the brick. He looked on the underside. There were no words but there was a gang's symbol carved into it. "Not these guys again." Steve grumbled.

"Again?" Bucky repeated and Steve nodded. He set aside the brick and picked up one of the larger pieces of glass. Bucky was kneeling next to him in an instant and cautiously took the glass from him, with his gloved hand Steve realized. "Let me." Bucky's tone left no room to argue.

Steve frowned. "You don't need to. I'd feel bad if you got cut cleaning up my mess." Steve insisted but Bucky just gave him a knowing smirk.

"I won't. Do you have a bag to put it in?" Bucky asked. Steve nodded and quickly stood. He hurried into the kitchen and grabbed an old plastic bag, which he promptly brought to Bucky. Bucky started setting the glass pieces inside the bag after giving Steve a smile. Steve hovered nervously nearby, afraid Bucky was going to cut himself. "Have a vacuum, doll?"

"I'll get it." Steve quickly went to his hall closet and got out his vacuum. He brought it back and set it down next to Bucky. The brunet was still picking up the glass, using only his gloved hand Steve noticed. He plugged in the vacuum and returned just as Bucky put the last of the big pieces into the bag. He grabbed it and moved out of the way as Steve quickly vacuumed the floor to pick up any smaller pieces Bucky may have missed.

Bucky had set the bag on the counter and was watching Steve as he finished up. "Thanks for helping me clean up." Steve said and Bucky straightened up.

"It was no problem, trust me." Bucky promised as he reached out, his fingers lining Steve's face. Steve smiled and leaned into the touch briefly. Steve didn't want Bucky to leave, but a glance at the clock said it was getting late and he had to be up in time for work tomorrow. Bucky noticed him glancing at the clock and asked "early morning tomorrow?"

Steve nodded. "I have an opening shift at the flower shop." He explained.

"Then I suppose you need to go to bed soon." He commented.

"Sadly." Steve replied and Bucky nodded.

"Where did that brick go?" He asked. "I'll take it down with the glass."

Steve picked it up from the ground and offered it to Bucky, who accepted it. "Thanks." Steve said. "For all of tonight." He added.

"I enjoyed it too. What time to you get off Sunday?" Bucky asked.

"Five." Steve answered. "Did you want to do something at say 6 or 6:30?" He asked and Bucky nodded. "We've gone out a lot lately, why don't you come by and I'll make dinner? We can watch a movie or something." Steve offered.

"Sounds like a plan, doll." Bucky stepped to Steve's chest and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you Sunday." He promised before he hurried out, brick and bag of glass in hand.

"See you Sunday." was Steve's somewhat breathless reply. Bucky gave him a wink before closing the door. Steve took a moment to catch his breath before he went to work sealing up the hole in the window with a piece of cardboard and some tape. He adjusted the curtains to cover the cardboard and sighed as he remembered the symbol on the brick.

He was going to have to be cautious for a bit going to and from work. For a moment he considered just skipping the part were he got threatened in person and staying at Tony's place for a bit until everything died down again. But with Bucky coming over on Sunday he wanted to make sure his house was clean and he had ingredients for dinner.

He paused then pulled out his phone to send a text to Tony. Hey, in case something happens, I got another brick through my window from the Chitori gang. No direct threats but in case something happens I thought you should know.

Steve slipped into his bedroom and jumped in the shower before he started getting ready for bed. Unsurprisingly he had a reply from Tony by the time he got out. Jss Steve again?! Y rn't u already on ur way 2 my house?

Steve sat down on his bed as he typed a reply. Because Bucky is coming over Sunday for dinner and I don't want the house empty for the weekend leading up to it. He could imagine the fit Tony was making and didn't envy Pepper, only hoped that his girlfriend could talk some sense into the billionaire.

I'm worried bout u Steve The blond smiled at the message.

I'll be fine, Tony. Most days Bucky drives me anyway so it's not like I'll be walking to work. And I can defend myself, despite what everyone seems to think. He replied as he got settled into bed. He double checked to make sure his inhaler was on the bedside table along with a water bottle. Everything was in order so he was only waiting on a reply from Tony.

Jst b careful. I don't wnt to c u hurt Was the reply.

I promise. Now I've got to go to bed. Good night, Tony. He sent before setting his phone down on the charging pad. He caught the reply just before shutting off his light and curling up to go to sleep.

Good nite Steve