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"James...James...Ja..Buck. Hey. Bucky. Stop it. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!
James...Hey...Buck. Calm. Bucky. Stop it."
His eyes finally shot open. The hand still rested on his cheek, he could feel the small smacks on it.
His breathing slowed down a little and the person in front of him sighed.
He felt another hand placed on his chest, pressing him down, his right arm was tied to the bed by something soft.
He couldn't make out who stood in front of him. Is was dark, so dark that he couldn't even see any outlines. If he hadn't felt the small hot breaths on his chest and neck, and didn't feel the pressure on his chest he wouldn't even have noticed someone was there at all.
Wait. Tied to the bed? Hot breath?
Did his nightmare just change in to a rather...nice one?
"What's your name?", the voice rang barely above him.
It was her. She sounded a little out of breath. But she wasn't hoarse anymore.
"What?"
"What is your name, when were you born, were are you?", she asked with more emphasis this time.
"Bu- Uhm...James Buchanan Barnes. 1917, Stark tower."
She seem to collapse on him and he could hear and feel her chuckle.
"Thank god you remember. You okay?", she asked and he was confused.
"What happened?"
"Nothing bad. Do you want light?"
"Yeah."
He felt her getting up and she warned him with a small "Attention...", before a flash of light made him blink a few times.
The places where she had touched him felt awkwardly cold now.
When he looked at her again, she ran her hand through her hair, a red bruise appeared on her right cheek.
She wore a darkblue short bathrobe which she held together with her left hand.
He turned to his left to still see his hand tied with her belt.
Bucky blushed slightly knowing she used both hands to keep him down before, so the robe must've been open back then.
While he started to work on untying himself, he turned to look at her again.
She kept a wide distance and glanced at him, touching her cheek.
"Did...did i do that?", he asked, sounding regretful.
He had meanwhile got up and sat on his bed, watching her.
"You had a bad dream. I just heard you groaning. T'first i though you may had a visitor and just a nice night, but you actually sounded rather...unhappy.", she spoke.
She looked even worse by know, but seeing her yawn reminded him that she was quite alive.
"Oh...Thanks i guess. But...you don't need to bother. I mean i have them every night so if you come to check on me every time it will be a tough job.", Bucky mumbled.
"Well i haven't expected an easy one.", she smiled softly.
"You still haven't answered my question Miss."
She touched her cheek again and chuckled.
"Was my own fault. You didn't hit me though."
"I didn't...how did it happen then?"
"I checked on your breathing when you suddenly got up. You have quite a hard skull."
Not the only hard thing...Bucky shook his head, he shouldn't think of things like this now.
"Sorry."
"As i said, not your fault Mr Barnes. Okay. Your good i guess so i'll be off, see you to-"
"Wait!.", Bucky stared at her, "Why were you even here in the first place?"
She looked down. "I...wonder around often at night. I suffer from bad dreams too, sometimes they are nice and give you the joy of waking up", she smiled softly and glanced at him again, "and sometimes you need a gentle hand to help you get out of them, right?"
"Right...", Bucky smiled the smallest smile.
For the next few seconds they just looked at each other until Bucky finally glanced at his right hand again.
"Uhm...this 's yours?", he held out the satin belt fitting to her robe.
She stared at his hand like a shy deer would look at a huntsman holding out a fresh piece of bread.
"Thanks", she whispered, reaching out for it. When her arm length wasn't enough Bucky bend forward slightly, so their hands touched.
They stayed like that for a short while until she ultimately pulled the satin out of his fingers.
He watched her every move.
How her glance carefully and slowly moved from his eyes, to the belt, to her hips.
She wasn't a deer. She was a wolf. And he didn't know who would survive if it came to a fight.
She tried to hold her robes together and pull the belt around her with the other hand.
"Come here."
Bucky's voice sounded cold and like a command.
When she looked at him his stare was cold and suppressing something.
She cautiously stepped closer to him.
Their hands touched again as he took the satin out of her hand and laid it around her hips.
He could sense her heartbeat fasten as he felt her skin beneath the soft satin.
Bucky wrapped the belt one time around her and made a small bow on her back.
He looked at his work the whole time and when he finished he gazed up to her, to her huge dark eyes, watching him admiringly.
"Done.", he whispered.
"Thanks.", she whispered back.
He wanted to let go of her. His arms still around her waist. But on the other hand he wanted to pull her closer.
She suddenly lowered her head, touching his arms just below his shoulders.
If his heartbeat hammered fast against his chest before, it would nearly jump out by now.
But she simply smiled at him.
"Good night Bucky. If anything happens, you'll call me, okay? I'm one floor above you."
"One floor above. Okay.", he whispered. He was the one being hoarse this time.
He stared in her eyes just as she stared in his.
He wanted to say something. Anything.
Anything from thank you so much to please stay here to throwing her on his bed to why were you wondering the floors to why are you even helping me to you make me uncomfortable to you make me feel so warm inside.
But he just stayed silent.
He stayed silent as she walked to the door.
He stayed silent as she smiled a last time and killed the light.
And he stayed silent as he heard her small footsteps disappear into the darkness.
He stayed silent until his eyes closed and he drifted to sleep.
"Mornin Buck"
Bucky moaned and turned around, pressing his face into a pillow.
"Stop suffercating yourself n' get up", Steve cheered.
How could he always be so happy in the morning?
Bucky suddenly shot up, staring a whole into the pillow beneath him.
"Holy shit...", he muttered and a soft smile appeared on Steve's face.
He was sleeping. Until now.
This was the absolute first time that he was still asleep when Steve came in. Usually, he would sit up, his feet dangling closely over the ground and stare into the nothingness of his carpet.
"Had a good night?", Steve asked again, handing his friend a cup of coffee.
Bucky pushed himself up with one arm and half-lay in his bed, taking a sip.
He ruffled through his dark hair and yawned.
"I need a shower.", he muttered.
Steve loved to see him in the morning.
The fact that he was terrible grumpy in the mornings was one of the few ones that haven't changed at all.
And although Bucky felt like dying every morning, he liked them too. Steve used to bring him coffee back in their normal life too. Every morning
It was one of the very few things he remembered quite clearly.
Mornings were something special for both of them and they tried to enjoy them as much as possible.
Steve got a grip on the chair which still remained at the same spot as it was the day before and turned it closer to the bed, sitting down, leaning back in it.
Bucky had by then sat up and stared into his cup.
Bucky's room was small. Like, really small. Entering it, there was the bed ahead, a small closet on the left and a bookshelf on the right.
The huge window was directly behind his bed. Bucky wanted it that way, so he could watch the town when he started to fall asleep. It reminded him that he was finally free. And safe.
But this didn't change the fact that he actually had pretty much the whole floor for himself. He simply didn't use it. Ever.
The only room he spent his time in were his chamber, and the bathroom which was just across the floor.
Which also meant, that he only walked these few meters every day.
He went to the gym from time to time, mostly at times, when he knew noone else was around.
And he barely spoke to anyone. Sometimes he'd chat with Romanoff, but only because he went a floor lower to grab something to eat from the kitchen and she was, unfortunately as he'd put it, there too.
Bucky groaned and put his coffee next to his bed.
"Okay, i'll...i'll go take a very cold shower now and you'll just stay here Rogers.", Bucky stated, grabbed a pair of jeans and a blue shirt and tumbled out of the room.
Steve chuckled. He just loved his grumpy Buck.
When Steve heard the door crack open about 5 Minutes later Bucky smiled at him.
He had a towel around his neck and his hair was still dripping wet as he stretched, took his coffe again and exhaled happily.
"Better?", Steve asked with a smile.
Bucky was downing his whole drink at once before putting it down again. "Way better.", he grinned.
Steve chuckled. "You seem...rather satisfied. Happier than usual. Whats up?"
Bucky stared at his door for a while. "Uhm...don't know man. I just...i just slept. Like...the whole night."
He did not quite know if or if not to tell Steve about her visit last night.
"Hey Buck, come, let's go.", Steve got up himself, taking both his and Bucky's cup in his hand.
Bucky frowned. "Where r' we goin?"
"Just walking a bit through the tower.", Steve exclaimed and disappeared into the floor.
Bucky looked around a little uncertain if he needed anything but simply followed after a few seconds.
"Anything bothering you Steve?", Bucky asked, walking next to his friend.
They simply walked down some of the casual areas of the tower, were people in expensive looking suits started working and rushing around. The noise of distant phone ringing and muffled voices appeared to be everywhere and Bucky seemed kind of worried that something bad may have happened.
This seemed to be the kind of talk people would have to discuss something important.
"Not really.", Steve seemed cheery.
"Okay?", Bucky muttered and simply followed him again.
"It's pretty hot outside."
"Nice", Bucky nodded.
Steve turned to his left, opening a glass door which lead to a balcony of the building.
"Urhg...okay. Not nice.", Bucky exclaimed.
Steve chuckled. "Yeah...told ya. Pretty hot."
The sun was crashing down and felt like it would burn everything in it's path.
The two meant leaned at the metal barrier at the edge of the balcony, Steve staring down, watching the tiny cars and people, his hands folded and Bucky with his back to the abyss, glancing at the working people behind the glass.
"What's the schedule for today?"
Steve chuckled again, "There is no schedule."
"When will she show up?"
"Nobody knows...", Steve seemed to get a lot quieter.
"Hmm...so...whats the deal with her?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's...i don't know...wrong with her?"
"I don't know man...", Steve sighed.
"You are telling me she just...what? Stood in font of your door sayin hi?"
Steve took a long breath and stared into the sky for a few seconds.
"She...", he frowned, "Tony introduced us."
"She's with Stark?"
"No, not like that. He told me that, he first met her at one of those fancy parties the Starks used to throw. His parents left him standing alone in one corner and she spoke to him."
"Stark doesn't seem like the kind of guy who stands around alone at a party."
"He was about 7 back then."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Somehow she came into his life again from time to time. When he was a little older, when he was a teenager, when his parents..."
"Oh great...", Bucky muttered.
"Don't worry. She just cheered little Tony up, no hard feelings. She won't bug on you because of anything you did in the past, Buck."
Bucky sighted.
"And you two? Just met or..."
"Stark. Tony somehow brought her in my life when i was feeling pretty...isolated. He figured someone who knew how it was to loose everything would...i don't know...help me to get on my feet again."
"She did."
"She did yeah.", Steve nodded.
For a long while they just stared at nothing in particular.
Silence fell and Bucky just closed his eyes. It was nice to be around Steve. It made him feel safe. At least for a moment.
On top of it he savored every moment he could spent outside. They rest of the team had decided that it would be wise for Bucky to stay in the tower. At least for now. Now seemed to be a pretty long time.
"Where is she now?", he finally asked.
"Don't know. She was with Stark this morning. He's pretty attracted to her."
"Who isn't?", Bucky asked and smirked at his friend who started chuckling.
"Getting back to old habits huh Bucky?"
They grinned at each other until Steve shook his head, still smiling though.
"I meant in a platonic way. She's important to him. She'd been like a mentor. Maybe a mother even. He knows her pretty much all his life."
"Ew...stop saying she's Starks mother...sounds strange."
Steve chuckled again, "She doesn't like it either."
"I can imagine.", Bucky smiled.
"Come on Buck, let's get something to eat.", Steve tapped the Back of his friend and went back to the door, Bucky close behind.
On the way to the kitchen they heard her voice.
She sounded angry and seemed to curse, but not Steve nor Bucky spoke the language she spoke. Dr Banner stood close to her, smiling a little uncomfortable.
When she saw the two men on the other side of the hallway, her expression softened and she waved softly before turning around to shout in her phone again.
Steve chuckled and they proceeded to the kitchen.
Bucky let himself drop on a chair while he stretched a little and Steve grabbed two sandwiches from the fridge.
He questioningly looked at them.
"There's a note.", Bucky noticed and pointed at the bread.
Steve turned it around.
"Hey, it's for us.", he smiled and threw one of them at Bucky.
The sticky note was still attached to it, so he stared at the yellow piece of paper.
Her handwriting was stunning and he started to ask himself how long she worked on that little note to make it that perfect.
- for the SS
(super Soldiers of course. No Nazi-joke implied)-
Bucky found himself smiling.
"Here.", Steve said and Bucky looked up to him, "Seemingly ours too."
Steve put the two glasses of orange juice at the table and started to drink his.
Bucky just stared at his stuff in disbelieve.
"Why would she..."
"I don't know. I never asked. She's just nice i guess.", Steve tried to talk while eating his sandwich and Bucky started to eat his too.
"There are...some things you have to know about her."
Bucky glanced at his friend. He knew something was up with that girl.
"I don't know everything about her. How could i. But i can say that i know her at least a little bit. She's nice. She really is a nice, loving, caring person but...",
Steve seemed to look around as if he'd check if everything was clear, before whispering, "she's a little schizo"
Bucky chuckled. "She's a schizophrenic?"
"Yeah. No. I don't know. Maybe it's just that she's a woman. But sometimes she's like...the most beautiful thing in the world and sometimes she's a fucking beast. She can get really angry. And she is dangerous so don't underestimate her."
"So you tell me that i should watch my back around her?", Bucky frowned.
Steve chuckled again. "No, don't worry. You're completely safe. But just in case, i'd like to ask you to hold her back when she goes all berserk, kay?"
Bucky had to chuckle too now. "F' Course. Something else i need to know?"
Steve thought for a while.
"Well...she is easy to handle. If you need anything, ask her. If you want to know anything, ask her.
In the beginning she will be quite distant. But that's just because she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. After a while she'll ask strange sounding questions like: "Can i touch you like that?" or "Is it okay that i sit here?". That's just her way of giving you space.
Um...should you ever meet her in the night in a hallway or something...stay calm. Ask her something and when she doesn't answer you'll know that she's sleepwalking.
But that's really rare. It happened once when i was around and she scared the shit out of me."
Bucky had to laugh pretty loud by know.
"You were scared by her?"
"Hell yes! It was in the middle of the night and she just stood there, staring. It was...brrr", Steve continued and Bucky had to start laughing again.
"But usually she's simply walking around. That's actually pretty normal for her. She does it all the time when she can't sleep. And another funny thing is that no matter what she wants to do or when, she'll never ever switches the light on. She will ask you if you need light, but she herself will never need it for anything. I saw that girl cleaning a room in the middle of the night without light. It's freaky."
Bucky chuckled once again. "Do you know why she does that?"
"Nope. Not really. She once said it was a habit. Because of that whole I-lifed-before-there-were-light-switches thing."
"Makes sense actually.", Bucky said and Steve agreed.
"You know...she payed me a visit tonight...", Bucky started after finishing his sandwich. It was good, really good and he longed for another one, but guessed he'd have to wait for the next morning.
"She did?", Steve asked curiously while taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah i...", Bucky stared down at his hand, playing with the paper the sandwich was in, "She woke me up when i had a bad dream. We simply talked for a while and she checked on me before leaving again..."
Bucky had no idea why he even told him that. It felt right though.
"Shit...", Steve whispered and sighed shortly after.
Bucky seemed perplexed and just stared at Steve with a whats-the-matter? glance.
"It's...that's not good. Not because of you or anything. But she should have at least slept a little.", Steve muttered and Bucky nodded.
"Don't worry Babe. Maybe tonight."
Both of the man turned around to see her walking up behind them.
"Morning Y/N", Steve smiled weakly.
Bucky immediately went silent and stared down into his drink.
„A wonderful Morning indeed. If it wasn't so damn hot. What's wrong with america these days?", she slightly groaned and her hand went through her soft hair.
„Well the WINTER was missing.", Steve smiled smugly at Bucky and actually made her laugh.
Bucky dared to look up again. She looked so...formal. She wore a suit-like outfit, blazer and all.
Steve had pulled back the chair next to him for her and she sat down, so she was right across Bucky.
„Ah, you noticed your breakfast. How was it?"
„Good."
„Reall' Good.", the two responded and she smiled sweetly.
„Uhm..Bucky...sorry i didn't know how you liked yours so i simply put Steves favorite stuff on it, do you have any kind of favorite things to eat?"
Bucky blinked a few times, but didn't look her in the eyes once.
„I...I don't quite remember.", he muttered and she nodded.
„No problem Signore. Listen, how about i try some different stuff for the next days and you'll just tell me what you liked best, kay?"
He looked up, glancing at her face the first time today.
She looked so much better, even though he knew she hasn't been sleeping at all. Her already big eyes appeared to be even bigger and her lips even fuller now.
He stared at her for a while until simply nodding.
„Wonderful.", she smiled.
„You look less shitty today.", Steve stated and smugly smirked at her.
She just frowned and Bucky felt like punching his friend for that comment.
„Well thank you Mister Rogers. I tried a new thing. It's called Make up. Apparently It makes up - even for an unpleasant face."
„I see that.", Rogers still smirked and Bucky actually clenched his fists.
„Okay.", she stood up, looking quite bitter, „That was enough mean teasing for a shitty Morning like this", she sighted and Steve tried to pull her back as she walked a few steps.
„Nooooo, T'was just a joke please stay!", Steve chuckled while trying to hold her. She simply shook her head and went on.
„Y/n"
Bucky's voice sounded sweet, caring and a little hurt.
When she slowly turned around he frowned.
Even Steve stared at him in surprise.
„I'm...He's sorry. He's n' idiot.", he muttered.
She and Steve still said nothing, simply looked at each other and back at him again.
Realizing he needed to say more, Bucky gulped before adding: „Stay. You look good. Please."
He mumbled the last word even quieter and, with both hands folded around his glass, he glanced at her pleadingly.
She did not smile. Although she did blink a few times and moved back to the table, which made Bucky look back at his glass again.
She collected Steves glass and both of their papers, without saying a word.
Moving around the table she now stood behind Bucky and he felt his heart hammering again.
What was wrong with him?
Was it that she just told her that she looked good? Nah.
He didn't care about her at all. He was just doing this for Steve.
Maybe it was his inner soldier again. Telling him to be careful around her.
„Do you still want that?", her voice rang in his ears like a strange melody, while her small hand pointed at his cup.
He downed his orange juice and handed her the glass, watching how her hand avoided his at any means.
She muttered a small „thanks James", and went in the back of the room to the counter and started to do the dishes.
„Good job Buck", Steve nodded respectfully and Bucky rolled his eyes.
„You can be such a morron Steve. You're used to be so shy and nice to girls.", Bucky shook his head.
„You...remember that?"
Bucky stared into the nothingness for a few seconds. „Damn...you're right i just remembered it."
Steve grinned. „That's great!"
„Yeah...seems so...", Bucky frowned, „doesn't change that you probably hurt her feelings though."
Bucky stared at him nearly looking angry.
„Naaah. I didn't. HEY Y/N!"
„Ya?", she asked, barely noticeable over the sound of splashing water.
„Whe're good right? I didn't hurt your feeling...right? Did i hurt you somehow?", Steve asked.
Bucky heard her sight before she asnwered: „No...we're good."
„See?", Steve smirked again and Bucky looked pissed.
„No means yes you jerk.", he stated blankly.
Steve drew his brows together and seemed confused.
„Hey Y/N, does No means Yes?"
„Sometimes.", she answered and Bucky stared at him with an I-told-you-so expression.
Steve frowned. „Damn."
„Yep.", Bucky added.
She came back to the table again sitting down next to Steve.
Bucky watched her every move, as she untucked her hair and as it fell over her shoulders in sweet little curls. He felt the urge to touch them, just to see if they were as soft as they looked.
Actually, thinking about it, he wanted to grab that beautiful hair, pull it back so her neck was exposed to his loving kiss-
„So...", Steve started muttering and Bucky bit his lip for catching himself thinking of something like that again.
Why again? He though about it the night before till he fell asleep.
„What've you been up till now?", his friend finished his question.
„This and that.", she replied, starting to get rid of her blazer and throwing it on the chair next to her.
„Stark?"
„Yes...", she mumbled, starting to unbutton her blouse, so the tank top underneath was visible.
She didn't completely pull it out though, leaving it sloppily hanging over her shoulders.
Bucky stared at her exposed shoulders and her throat. Small, white scares seemed to appear over it. very soft. Like they'd been there for ages and ages.
„He had a meeting and said he'd like to have me with him again. These meetings always bored him to death and it seems like now that Pepper is gone, he needs someone else to entertain him. It was the last time i went with him though."
Bucky didn't really care about what she said in particular.
He cared about how her voice sounded, and how he could try to make himself look somewhere, anywhere else than at her.
„Damn, it's hot", she sighed and ruffled through her hair. She still wore much more than Steve and Bucky did and she probably died in that suit of hers.
„Yeah", Bucky mumbled gulping and Steven gave him a small kick beneath the table.
„Why's that? Is he getting to stressing for you? I can talk to him if you want me to.", Steve proposed lovingly and she gave him a small smile.
„No...it's not that. I'd like to spent more time with my little mechanic, but i'm actually here for Mister Barnes and Mister Barnes only."
Bucky felt like blushing but he actually only stared at her blankly, while she smiled softly at him.
„True", Steve sighed.
Bucky felt the blood rushing up in his cheeks. It probably wasn't even visible for the other ones, but he felt the heat.
"What are we. We gonna do...like...today?", Bucky finally asked what he wanted to ask her since she arrived in the kitchen.
He looked her in the eyes now and could see a little light in them, as she stared at him.
She seemed to think for a moment.
"Nothing really. Today's your last free day i guess. I wanted to do some research before I start to work on you.", she smiled.
"Work on me?"
She smiled even brighter.
"Ahhh. By the way there's something you two could do for me...", she stood up, pulling a small book out of her pocket.
"Anyone's got a pen?", she asked and Steve handed her one.
"Why don't you use your phone for notes?"
"Tony checks my stuff often enough and there are some...things...in that book i'd rather like to keep a secret.", she smiled.
She sat down again and started to scroll through the pages.
Bucky only noticed her handwriting and some sketches.
Steve stared at it and frowned.
"Wait...", he put his finger in one of the pages and stopped her.
Bucky glared at the words but he didn't exactly spoke german.
"Doesn't that word mean...wait...whip? and...weed? What the hell?", Steve continued grinning at her.
She blushed. "So then explain to me, why you know exactly these words, Rogers?"
Steve huffed. "I'll keep my mouth shut, when you do."
"Deal.", she nodded and scrolled further through.
"There we go...I need, and listen carefully, Bucky's Hydra uniform, do you still got that thing?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just do me the favor and let me take a look at it.", she said, not looking up.
"If you say so."
"A report...from the day you two last saw each other. In the 40th's. The day you died James.", she looked up at him.
Bucky simply stared at her, no expression on his face.
"And i want the two of you to write it together."
"Sure thing Ma'am.", Steve nodded.
"I also want to have a report on the day you first met again. Not the S.H.I.E.L.D one, one written by your very selfs. AND the S.H.I.E.L.D one...because why not. And ask Romanoff and Sam too. I want to know if they remember anything besides from what you do. Got me?"
"Got you."
"Ah...and i need a report from what you did on your escape after the helicarrier incident Bucky. Don't worry, no private things, just like...did you socialize, did you do your own shopping etc. Stuff like that. Everyday stuff. Okay?"
"Yes." Bucky nodded.
"Very Good. Thank you...yeah...It's not a lot but it'll help me at least a little...the rest of the stuff i have to get on my own."
"So...when do you want all that stuff?", Steve asked her, leaning back in his chair.
She looked at her watch.
"4 hours and twenty eight minutes. We'll meet at the bar then. Don't be late... ... .. ... ... ... please."
Steve and Bucky just stared at each other.
"All that in 4 hours?!"
"4 and a half Capatain.",she stood up and lay her hand on his shoulder.
"Oh and...", she pulled his head back by grabbing his hair and making Steve look at her forcefully.
Bucky immediately shot up, the kitchen knife which lay on the table in his hand, and glared at her.
She didn't even look at him, but hissed at Steve.
"Do never. Ever. Speak in a tone like that again young man. If i ever catch you speaking to another woman like that, i'll decapitate you with my bare hands.", she whispered, her face barely a both his.
"Got me?"
"Got you."
"Really."
"Yeah.", Steve whined, but had to suppress his laughter.
"Yeah what?"
"Yeah Ma'am."
"Good boy."
She let go of him and ruffled his hair with a loving smile on her face, kissing his temple.
"Sorry little soldier boy. You know i can get quite murderous in mornings. No hard feelings, yes?", she whispered again. But this time it was different. She sounded like honey impersonated. Like a sweet little angel again and Bucky just stared, totally confused.
"Okay. See you later Misters. I'll miss you.", she smiled that sweet smile again before disappearing out of the kitchen.
When Steve made sure she was gone he started chuckling and grinning like an idiot.
"Wha-...what just happened?", Bucky asked a little terrified, but had to smile himself as he watched Steve barely containing himself.
"Seems your were right about the yes means no thing. Told you she was a little Schizo. Our little Schizo."
"Did she hurt you?"
Steve chuckled again.
"No. She never did that. Would probably nether. She just likes to scare me a little from time to time."
Bucky chuckled. "Well, you seem to enjoy it."
Steve grinned and shook his head at the same time. "Yeah...no...yeah...don't know. Yes i guess. But pssshht.", he held his finger in front of his lips and Bucky smiled.
It was unbelievable how much Bucky smiled only today.
Normally that amount of happiness was spread over the whole month.
She really distracted him already.