"Who were they?" Bucky asks, dabbing a wet cloth gently to his friend's face. Steve doesn't answer and instead whines when Bucky touches a cut.
"Sorry." He apologises absently, too busy trying to stop the squiggly worm. "Hey, Steve. I need you stay still. Can you do that?"
"Anything for you!" Steve says with a wink.
"Yeah. That won't work. Stop trying to flirt, you're horrible."
Steve scoffs playfully, "and how are you supposed to do it?"
"Well," Bucky starts, finishing one last little cut before packing the stuff away. "You gotta be smooth with it. Plus, you gotta also have to be ready for a flirt back." He explains, standing up. "And, it needs to be unexpected. You need to, sweep them off their feet. Compliment a girl's hair. Or compliment how beautiful they look. Or their smile. That one gets them the most."
Bucky didn't see Steve shut a notebook closed. "Oh, you have any new artwork?"
He smirks when Steve flushes. "Uh, yeah. But they're uh, pretty shitty." Bucky gasps, "did little Stevie swear?"
Steve laughs, "shut up!""You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Oh, uh, Buck. You got a notification."
"Open it."
"It's Sam, he wants to know if this is you?"
"Oh, wait. He's texting."
Bucky sits down, handing a glass of juice to his friend.
"He is asking how you are doing."
Bucky pries the phone out of Steve's hands.
Hey, is this James?
Yes.
Oh, well hello. How's your friend?
He's good.
Not the first time
and certainly won't be the last.😂 Is he one to get into fights?
You have no idea.
I honestly don't know what to talk about...
Well, where are you from?
Plus, how's your Falcon? Never knew you get those sort of pets.
Oh, RedWing? He's fine.
Won't shut up though.
Plus, I grew up (did he?) In Harlem
Oh, Brooklyn.
Quick question, is it easy?
What do you mean?
Being able to have privileges most black people don't?
Bucky was left dumbfounded. Why do they hate black people so much? They're human too, right?
I'd rather not say.
You won't offend me anything
If that is of course
The reason.
If not that's okay, we can talk
About other stuff?Oh, Stevie says hi.
Tell him I said hi back!
So, what do you do for fun?
Not much, I guess. I suppose just protect Steve's scrawny little ass.
It's a workout 🥱
So I've been told..
I hang out with my siblings. Go to the arcade sometimes.
Anything that'll get me away from looking after children.
Can I ask you a question?
My father was murdered and my mother was shot while she was trying to save me.
And my siblings.
Shit, that obvious huh?
No, I just knew it would be poking around your head.
Plus, I'm used to getting asked.
It's slightly unusual for a kid my age to be protecting my family.
I'm sorry.
That's okay. You were only curious.
Well, I have to see
What's been broken. I'll ttylBye.
A/N: AH FUCK. IM OUT OF IDEAS 😫
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FanfictionONE shots about my new favourite ship. no smut. sorry but kids I know follow this account and I'm not comfy writing it anyways. At first, I never shipped Sam and Bucky, I thought their friendship was my brotp but then with the couple counselling an...