Author's note: I've realized like the last two chapters involve Steve, Bucky and doors. So I apologize for this new chapter.

Summary: Bucky makes a surprising discovery and is completely baffled by it.

Bucky leans against the wall next to the door and checks his watch. When he doesn't hear anything he knocks again.

"Coming!" The voice yells.

One minute later a very very disheveled Steve comes to the door. Bucky smirks at his appearance. His blonde hair is a little ruffled, he's got his usual paint-splattered shirt and sweatpants—

And holy shit is Steve wearing glasses?

Bucky's eyes bug out and he has to blink a few times to make sure this is actually Steve and not some other hot blonde dude who looks exactly like him.

"Hey, sorry Bucky," Steve breathes out. "I uh, as you can see I'm not really, uh, ready." He rubs his now-red neck as he eyes Bucky's more formal looking outfit. Bucky didn't really get all that dressed up. Today just happened to be one of his better days, and he feels pretty fucking great if anyone dares to ask. He decided to wear a light gray v-neck with a pair of black skinny jeans and vans. The jeans make his ass look fantastic. And no he was not trying to seduce Steve or anything (maybe). He just hoped that Steve might possibly stare at his ass the whole day and decide to fuck Bucky up against the wall later, that's all.

But damn. Steve. Wearing glasses. This really is a sight to behold.

Bucky leans in closer and squints his eyes to see Ray-Bans scribbled along the side. Steve is wearing Ray-Bans. He's wearing hipster glasses.

Bucky bites his lip and can't help feeling the need to tease him. "I like the glasses Stevie. New look?"

Steve furrows his brow and reaches up to touch his eyes. When his fingers make contact with the frames his face goes completely red that Bucky is so sure he needs medical attention.

"Stevie?" Bucky tries hold back a laugh at the man's automatic response. His grin grows wider and he presses the back of his hand against Steve's forehead. He has to stand on his tip-toes if he actually wants to reach the guy. "You okay? You look like you're breakin a sweat or somethin."

Steve's face actually goes redder and he steps back, leaving Bucky's hand to hang in the air. He immediately takes the glasses off and casts his eyes down.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," Bucky says. He's trying not to tease, really.

"Uh, yeah," Steve says embarrassingly. "You know just, every once in a while. Uh, I'm gonna go—change. Yeah. Change. I'll…be right back." He spins around and shuts the door quietly, leaving Bucky out in the hallway.

When he knows Steve is out of earshot and his footsteps have retreated, Bucky breaks out laughing. Steve is so fucking endearing that it's hard not to poke fun at him. Steve emerges ten minutes later with his still ruffled blonde hair and non-paint splattered clothes, but this time no glasses. Bucky hopes the disappointment isn't showing on his face.

Steve's blush has died down considerably but there are still traces of red along his cheeks.

Bucky smiles and brushes his hand against the lingering flush on Steve's face. The blush comes back full force and Steve looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

Bucky pokes his cheek. "Ready?"

Steve gives him a shy look. He quickly reaches for Bucky's hand without a second thought and turns to the side. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready," he mumbles. There's some red creeping up his neck now.

Bucky purses his lips to stop from laughing then reaches up to kiss Steve's neck. "Me too," he mumbles against Steve's skin.

There should really be a limit to how red a person can become.

"He wears glasses?"

"He wears glasses."

Natasha holds her cup of tea and stares at Bucky like he just told her the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe or something.

"Steve Rogers. Subway Guy. Wears glasses," Natasha repeats slowly.

"I know. Crazy right?" Bucky says in a tone of amazement.

They've been at this for the past thirty minutes.

After their little date Bucky had immediately gone to Nat's place the next day to discuss this new development in his life. To any normal person (and by normal he means not a one-armed hobo), someone wearing glasses wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't unusual, not everyone had 20/20 vision. But this was Steve. And they weren't just any old pair of glasses. They were freakin hipster glasses. Bucky doesn't know why he's so amazed by this. But it's Steve, and everything that has to do with Steve makes his heart do weird things and blush from head to toe.

He is such a fucking teenage boy. But he can't help it. Steve is adorable and Bucky loves him for that. He loves Steve even more when he's wearing those stupid hipster glasses.

"I didn't even know he wore contacts," Natasha mutters into her drink.

"Yeah, me neither." Actually, now that Bucky thinks about it Steve never told him about it. He never mentioned it, and he's never worn glasses in Bucky's presence before. Strange.

"Maybe he's embarrassed. Didn't you say Steve used to be a pretty skinny kid?" Natasha asks.

"Yeah, and a lotta health problems too," Bucky replies as circles his thumb around the rim of his mug.

Steve showed him pictures of his skinny self before, but it was just one time and he had immediately shut the photo album afterwards. Bucky's noticed that Steve doesn't like to talk too much about his childhood. He knows how Steve was bullied around, was always self-conscious about his looks and numerous deficiencies. And then when he got older he started working out and finally buffed up a little. He out-grew his asthma and could actually do things without breaking a sweat and breathing like his life depended on it. It's hard to imagine a skinny Steve sometimes, because he really has changed that much throughout the years.

He didn't mention vision as one of his health problems, but Bucky wouldn't be surprised. At the time Steve had made it sound like he was lacking in almost every category.

Bucky almost drops his mug and his eyes widen. Shit. What has he done?

Steve has never been one to talk about his insecurities. He usually avoids them or doesn't bring them up at all. And of course Bucky had to ruin everything and point them out. Wow he is such an ass. He is probably the worst boyfriend ever to walk the face of the earth.

His hands start trembling and he tightens his grip around the mug.

"James?" Natasha asks worriedly. She sets her drink down on the coffee table and gently touches his arm. "Are you okay? Are you—is it another..?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Bucky finally breathes out. "I just… I gotta go. I need—I need to see Steve."

He quickly scrambles off the couch and stumbles his way to the front door, shakily grabbing his stuff along the way.

"James?" Natasha calls out again, but he's already shut the door behind him and is racing out of the building.

When he's finally reached Steve's place he's got his hands on his knees and is panting like crazy. He raises his fist to knock on the door.

"Bucky?"

He turns his head around at the sound of his name.

Steve is standing behind him holding a bag of groceries against his hip. His head is tilted to the side with his brow scrunched up. He looks worried.

"Steve," Bucky croaks out. He's pretty parched from the run. Natasha and Clint don't exactly live a block down from Steve.

"What's wrong? Why are you so out of breath?" Steve steps forward and carefully places his groceries on the floor. His eyes follow Bucky the whole time.

What does he even say? 'I'm sorry I'm such an asshole boyfriend and will never make fun of your insecurities again'?

Bucky straightens up and gulps nervously. "I-I'm sorry."

"For what?" Steve asks.

"I—you… you wear glasses." He sees Steve tense up a little. "I shouldn't have.. you.. I know you hate your old self. What with all of your health problems and the bullying and… I shouldn't have teased you. I wasn't trying to make fun of you, really."

He hesitantly steps closer and his eyes dart all over the expanse of Steve's chest. "I don't mind the glasses. I really like them actually. I thought…I thought you looked good in them. Cute even. But the jokes were uncalled for. I…" He spreads his hand over Steve's chest and looks up.

Steve doesn't even look remotely upset. Bucky can't tell what he's thinking in fact, but it's definitely not anger. He drops his against Steve and breathes a sigh.

"Please, say something. If you don't say something I'm gonna think you hate me. I can't pick up a social cue for my fucking life."

After a moment Steve finally whispers a sad, "Oh, Buck," and drops his head onto Bucky's. "You know I could never hate you, no matter what you do."

"Really? You mean that?" Comes Bucky's muffled voice.

"I mean of course I'll get upset from time to time, but I won't hate you." Steve gives a crooked smile and takes both of Bucky's hands in his.

"So you're not mad at me then?" Bucky asks as he lifts his head up.

"It's not like I was mad in the first place. I knew the affection was there. I was just… you know." Steve grimaces and looks at Bucky helplessly.

"I know. Trust me, I know." Steve doesn't outright say it, but he knows. He gets the message. Bucky bites his lip and swings their arms back and forth. "I am sorry. I promise I won't do it again."

"Buck, you don't have to promise me anything, seriously. I know you're not an awful person."

"But I can be an asshole sometimes," Bucky mutters.

"That's fine. We're not all perfect."

"…It's possible I'll end up teasing you some more."

Steve throws his head back and laughs. "And didn't I say its fine? I didn't fall in love with you just for anything after all." He bends down to peck Bucky on the lips.

Bucky finally gives in and rolls his eyes. "Why ya gotta blow all my worries away?"

Steve laughs again and leans his forehead against Bucky's. "Because I really do love you."

Bucky clucks his tongue and plants a kiss on Steve's chin. "You should wear your glasses more often though."

"Bucky."

"Steve." There's a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's hot. You and hipster glasses go really well together."

Steve groans. "Actually, scratch that. I hate you."

"And I fucking love you too," Bucky says smugly. As an afterthought he says, "The glasses would make for great foreplay though. Like student-teacher foreplay if you know what I mean." He waggles his eyebrows.

Steve shakes his head and pushes Bucky inside the apartment. "Just get in you loser."

Bucky laughs the whole way inside. Steve may be embarrassed, but he does consider the student-teacher foreplay for another time.