It was only noon and Sam wasn't going to be home any time soon. It was still just you and Bucky. You sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of hot tea. You thought about how you always called him Barnes and not Bucky. I mean he always asks you to call him Bucky, but why couldn't you bring yourself up to do it?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Bucky calling you from the living room. You put down the cup of tea and walked out sitting down next to Bucky. "What is it Barnes?"
"Look," he nodded over to the tv.
Fuck.
It was the news.
"- A big bombing had occurred in the center of New York on one of the biggest and most important business meetings in the city. A man was spotted earlier on today by the locals, describing him as extremely suspicious and having something to do with this bombing. The man was identified as James Buchanan Barnes-" You turned off the television.
Bucky looked at you. "Give me a sec," you said pulling out your phone.
You dialed Steve's number.
"Hello? Y/N?"
"Yes Steve it's me. We have a problem. I assume you've already heard about the huge bombing near the center of the city." You said.
"Yes we're here right now checking if anyone's still inside. Nats here too. Over 1,000 people got hurt. Some of them dead." Steve said.
"Barnes is on the news. They pinned it on him."
"What!?" Steve's shocked voice rang through the phone. "Who did it?"
"I have no idea but I'm guessing this is a way to make it easier to spot him, since his face is now on the news in the papers and everywhere."
"Y/N don't worry we'll keep him safe just stay with him for now we'll do what we can." Steve assured you.
"Thanks Steve," you said " And for the record I'm not worried about him." You hung up the phone.
You turned to Barnes. "Steve says we'll be fine he just wants me to stay with you for now."
"Alright." Said Bucky a little sadly.
"Hey," you said sitting down next to him rubbing his shoulder. "It's fine, Steve will figure something out he always does. Besides I'm pretty sure he's in love with you," you laughed.
He forced an awkward laugh "God no," he whispered under his breathe.
"I don't know I think it's cute,"
"You do?"
"Well I mean he always looks out for you. He really cares about you. And when you were unconscious after almost killing me he stopped me from killing you." Bucky looked at you in disbelief. "So yeah. You should be happy that you've got someone like him around." You smiled. He smiled, but it was a confused smile.
"Yeah," he said. "Wait you wanted to kill me?!" He said in a shocked voice.
"Yeah, obviously," you said nodding your head "And so did you."
"Right."
"Relax," you patted his shoulder "I'm just messing with you."
"So you didn't want to kill me?"
"No that I did."
After another hour of just sitting at Sam's watching tv you decided to play a game with Bucky.
"Hey Barnes," you said sitting up from your laying position "Wanna play truth or dare?"
"Sure," Bucky said still looking at the tv screen.
"Ok but before we do, do you even know what truth or dare is?" You asked. "Like did you-"
"Truth or dare was invented in 1712," he looked at you " I was born in 1917. I definitely know what it is Y/N," he smiled.
"Ok I was just checking. Just in case."
"Ok I'll start," you scooched towards him "Is it true,that, you haven't kissed anyone since 1943?" You giggled.
"First of all did Steve tell you that? And second of all try guess. I've been killing everyone I met for the past 50 years, no I haven't kissed anyone." He shook his head.
"Your story is really sad. But Steve totally told me," your eyes teared up from you trying to contain your laughter.
He looked at you and then back down. And suddenly back up at you. "Are you crying?"
"I am not crying," you covered your mouth "I'm sorry it's just I've never met anyone who survived that long and didn't kiss anyone."
You grabbed a pillow and pressed your face against it. You tried laughing as quietly as you could, but it wasn't really working.
"Okay okay yes very funny." Bucky groaned.
"It's my turn."
You put the pillow away and tucked your hair behind your ears "Yes ok ok, phew, your right. N-not funny."
"Ok so," he began "Are you and Sam you know?"
"What?"
"You know,"
"Dating?"
"Yeah," he scratched the back of his head.
"Definitely not. What the hell gave you that impression?" You looked at him tilting your head.
"I don't know. Nothing. I was just wondering."
