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CHAPTER 22
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"You're being annoying" I say to Bucky. He made me come with him to his apartment in Brooklyn but won't let me go inside.

"Just stay here" he says frowning. I did not just fly 3 hours for me to wait in the car.

I see him go inside and then I make my way out of the car. I stop at the reception.

"I'm going up, James Barnes? I'm his doctor, I need to do a quick rundown" I say as professional as possible.

I hand her my medical certification card. "I'm here on behalf of the government. You know mandatory"

"I wouldn't want the police to show up to clear up a misunderstanding....mr. Barnes can be severely injured.." I trail off.

"244 fifth floor" she says. I make my way to the elevator smirking.

Soon enough the elevator opens and I step into a line of old doors. I locate 244 and grab the knob.

It swings open "I recognized your footsteps" Bucky say peaking through the door.

"What's so bad you're hiding?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him.

"It's nothing" he says "I just don't think you should come in"

"Please tell me you don't own a weed farm because I don't like being a cap" I say seriously.

"I don't have a...listen I just don't think this place is up to your standards" he says hesitantly.

"Ok one, I'm flattered you think I have standards. Two, I'm offended you think I'd care" I say frowning. "I don't mind Bucky"

"Fine" he says opening the door and pulling me inside before locking with  5 locks.

I place myself on his couch. Most of the apartment looks like it was decorated by a man. It's plain and empty feeling.

I walk over to the window. "You should move your couch in that direction. More ventilation"

"This place could use a feminine touch" I comment. "I'm gonna decorate it so hard"

"Don't waste your money on me" Bucky says going to his room but before he grabs a garbage bag.

"Maybe we should invest in a suitcase" I say. It's early morning ourflight back to Louisiana isn't until midnight.

"Nope it can't be compromised" I say "we are going to bring this dead apartment back to life"

"Mars, this is exactly why I didn't want you in here" he says frowning.

"Why not?" I ask confused. I get closer to him.

"It's...not where you should be" Bucky says. "You have a home that's huge compared to this one"

I cup his face in my hands. "I don't care where you live or what you wear."

"That's pretty shallow if you ask me." I say chuckling.

He stares at me openly with a very intense stare that I've become accustomed to 

One second I'm smiling at him and the next he plants his lips on my own.

I'm caught off guard as he pulls away quickly. He doesn't say anything but keeps on staring at me.

He looks like he's analyzing my behavior or reaction to the kiss. There isn't much beside how flushed I've become.

"Your red lip paint Is smudged" he says pointing to my lips.

"Yeah It's on your face" I reply wiping my mouth.

He wipes his lips and looks at his red tinted palm.

Feeling bold I grab his face and smash my lips back on his. This time I kiss him, he reciprocates the kiss.

"Mhm" I say in between kisses. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. I grab his shirt and drag him to the couch.

Without breaking the kiss I drag him downwards. "We should stop" he says kissing me like there's no tomorrow. This really took a turn.

How did I end up pulling Bucky Barnes is beyond me. I'm a solid 4 but I just pulled a 10.

I finally shove him off. "I don't wanna say something cheesy that I'll regret so just great job" I say breathlessly. He's still on top of me.

He chuckles, he moves me so We both cuddle on the couch together. "Thanks"

"What for?" I ask at his sudden gratitude.

"You make me feel less lonely" he says honestly. "I have some nightmares, every time you're there, they go away"

"Oh" I say clearly oblivious. "I guess it's been nice coming home to a human. It's been a while since I've done that"

"Come on we need to buy some stuff" I say while standing up. Bucky gets up reluctantly.

"Fine" he says hesitantly.

"We need suitcases and a couple things" I say vaguely. It's been a while since I've gone shopping especially while I'm in New York.

We make our way down to the man floor onto the street where we walk toward a small shopping center nearby.

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Looking for clothes isn't the difficult part. Making Bucky try on different shirts because the party is on Sunday is a different story.

"Try it on!" I beg. He shakes his head stubbornly.

"Fine guess we're getting it" I say grabbing the gray shirt.

"Now for the pants" I say looking around for some dress pants.

I spot some plain black pants and put the waist around his neck.

"Didnt think I knew body proportions did ya" I say smugly. "This should fit"

"This is unnecessary" Bucky says frowning. We approach the cashier.

"It's a quince! You're lucky I bought this my mom would've made you dress up in boots and a hat" I say narrowing my eyes. "You'll look great, you already have a decent face"

"You have a mediocrely formed face" he retaliated.

"Oh yeah? Well you kissed this face" I say backfire.

"That will be 67.50" the cashier says awkwardly. I swipe my card before Bucky takes his wallet out.

"I'm paying next" he says gruffly.

"Nope, we're going to Gucci" I reply.

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