Getting Lucky

14. Colour me in

(Bucky)

The Avengers get back in the late evening, stumbling out of the Quinjet looking tired and weary. Having already eaten, Loki and I watch silently as the others eat and then head off to bed with only a quick "Hello."

"Well, come on, James," Loki says, standing up, "Now that you don't need to stress about the others getting killed anymore, let's head back to our floor so I can teach you without distraction."

I follow behind him obediently. Loki had already begun to teach me, showing me how to tune the guitar, read basic notes, and form them. He would have taught me more but I was distracted by Steve's and the others' safety while dealing with the HYDRA attack.

Entering what had been dubbed the "Music room," one immediately feels at peace. The reasonably sized window lets in just enough light, the soft golden glow of two lamps enough to light up the room at night. The buttery golden and warm brown walls add to the relaxing aura, the colours complimenting the colours of Loki's piano. A small bookshelf sits off to one side, meticulously organized. A comfy black loveseat is positioned beside the window, a small drawer used to hold my guitar tab books sits in the corner next to the guitar. The soft carpeted floor is soft enough to sit on comfortably, adding more sitting room. 

I let out a deep sigh, sprawling on the loveseat and stretching.

"Move over Barnes, unless you want me to sit on your lap?" Loki stands in front of me with his arms crossed and a brow raised.

'I mean, I wouldn't mind.'

'Haha, hilarious,'  I reply sarcastically. I try to ignore that small part of my mind that wonders what would happen if Loki DID sit on my lap, already imagining wrapping my arms around him and holding him close, burying my face in his soft-looking black hair... 

I quickly sit up and move over, embarrassed by my wandering thoughts.

Loki sits down beside me, gracefully tucking his legs underneath himself. I watch, entranced by the liquidity of his movements. He turns his burning green gaze onto me, and we lock eyes.

'Such a beautiful colour,' Deep emerald, with flecks of lighter green and gold, and even darker undertones. I could stare into his eyes for the rest of my days and never get bored.

Loki looks away first, a tiny pink tinge to his cheeks, "What are you looking at sergeant?" he says teasingly, regaining his playful act quickly.

'Quick, respond with something suave.'

"You have beautiful eyes," I whisper.

'I would've gone a bit more subtle, but that works,'  Winter's semi approval is a strange thing.

Loki looks slightly rattled at my blunt compliment, "They're just green," he says with a dismissive shrug.

"No, they're not!" I'm slightly taken back by my outburst. "They're more of an... emerald with undertones of different greens and a bit of gold."

Loki smiles, expression softening, "Thanks."

"Anytime."

We watch one another silently before I look away, clearing my throat, "Shall we continue?" I ask quickly.

Loki nods and I pull out my guitar. He quizzes me on what I know and begins to teach me more difficult note formations. Due to my metal hand making a shrieking noise if it slides across the strings, I wear a thin black glove over it.

After about an hour, Loki deems me ready to teach myself something.

"You go grab one of your mysterious guitar tab books," he states dismissively, waving a hand, "I won't peek."