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Visits

Bucky was looking for you. He needed your opinion, and he couldn't find you. Anywhere. The pool. Common room. Kitchen. He was surprised by the last one, knowing if you weren't in your room, you were around the fridge, opening the door every five seconds to see if anything new appeared from the last time you checked.

Your room.

Sighing to himself, he rushed to get upstairs, skipping the elevator to get there faster. It was important, and if you didn't tell him what he wanted, he was probably going to wrestle you.

Your door swung open, and he took the papers out of your hand and dragged you up, forcing you to stand to face him. "I need help." He was out of breath, like he just ran the entire world, and you smiled at this. He ran just for a yes or no question.

"I know you do, Barnes." Either way, you couldn't pass the joke up, getting shoved back on the edge of your bed after a mock offended scoff. "Kidding! Kidding! What'd you need, Buck?" The name slipping off your lips caused his heart to flutter, and his mind went blank for a moment before he felt the hangers on his hand again.

"Which shirt would be better for tomorrow?" He holds both pieces of clothing up to his chest for you to decide, and he grows impatient when you switch them back and forth. "Come on, Y/N, this is serious," he complains, only to get smacked in the chest.

"You don't need to dress nice," you state, and step back to sit on the bed again. "My grandmother will only make fun of you."

"I need to make an impression."

You chuckle at that, smiling at how desperate he is. He was almost sweating and his arms are shaking, eyes wide and pleading. You wanted to kiss the pout off his lips until it turned into a smile, maybe even more.

"You don't need to impress her more than you already will that you're an Avenger." Standing again, you grab the shirts and toss them on the floor before spinning him around to the door. "Just wear something nice, not super fancy like the eighty dollar button up Steve makes you buy. Get out of here, Loser."

"What are you wearing?" The question throws you off guard more than it should because of how weird it is coming from him, but you sigh anyways and lead him into your room again to the closet in the corner.

"Don't look at what you're not supposed to, Buchanan," you warn before opening the door, pushing back the swim suits and pieces of lingerie that Natasha hides from Steve to pull out a romper. The straps were small and tied above the shoulders, an elastic going around the chest to flow around your waist. "Just something simple."

Bucky was shocked to see something so beautiful in your closet. Or your possession. It was no surpise you had looks and beauty, but you didn't care about any of that, only dressing up for needed missions Like Natasha and Wanda. He was also looking at the things he wasn't supposed to, looking down when you spun around to show him.

"Is it bad?" You ask, and look down at the dress, trying to see what was wrong about the outfit. Your Grandother had given it to you for christmas and you haven't had the chance to wesar it yet.

"No, Doll, it's perfect." The name wasn't supposed to come out, but he was glad it did, because your eyes shone brighter at the compliment. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings at all, but is glad he shut it down before it could haunt you later. "You'll look amazing, promise. You always look amazing, though. Nothing could make you look bad, not even the sweats you wear around all the time." He was screaming at himself for even talking anymore, finding your blush a lot more cute than any other time.

"Thanks. You look good in everything as well." Smiling in confidence, you turn around again to miss Bucky almost pull his hair in anxiousness. He would never admit it to you out loud that he liked you, not in a million years to ruin the friendship the two of you had. "You okay, Buck? Look, if you don't want to go with me tomorrow, it's fine, I can j-"