Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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"God, I don't want to clean this stupid thing." Bucky complains as we stand at the foot of the ramp leading us up to the jet with hot water buckets in his hands that get covered in the steam raising from the literally boiling water

Fury's orders.

"If it gets too late in the night, we can just use my magic." I offer while holding two empty buckets that are only filled with spray bottles, toothbrushes, gloves, and rags

"That will drain your magic beyond what you think." He very clearly assumes and I roll my eyes

"That's why I said if it gets too late in the night." I say and walk up the ramp with him tipping his head back and groaning at cleaning. "Come on." I laugh and look over my shoulder to see him stomp up into the jet with his boots shuddering the metal walkway and scratches it against the concrete it rests on

"I'm not doing more than five hours of this shit." He grumbles and drops the buckets to the ground with water splashing over the edge and landing on his steel-toed shoes but he doesn't care

"It's only noon." I shrug. "We should get done pretty quick." I assume

"We better be because after this, we are taking a shower together and eating dinner then having sex and going to bed." He lists off our schedule for today with a little frustration in his tone

"I like the strict schedule you have for us." I smirk as I set the buckets down and begin to unlock the large padded seats from the metal wall

"Yeah, it's strict because all I want to do is fucking have sex with you and sleep." He huffs, not hearing my joke and if he did, his anger ignores it. "That one eyed fuck ass can clean his own damn Quinjet." He mumbles and rips the other aisle of cushion seats off to throw out of the jet and expose the storage below the seats

"Buck." I sigh and he looks at me over his shoulder with a pissed look. "Can you lift this one for me, please, honey?" I smile sweetly

"Yeah." He shortly answers in a lighter tone but still pissed and comes over to me. "Scoot back so I don't accidentally hit you, babe." He says

"Yes, sir." I step back and could've totally lifted it on my own but seeing Bucky's chest puff out a little when he turns so he can lift something heavy for me and throw it out of the jet again, makes me smile wide and hug him tight while thanking him for helping me. "Thank you so much, Bucky!" I gratefully hug him and my plan works

"Oh, always for you, sweetheart." He smiles, rubs my back during our hug, and kisses the top of my head. "Always." He mumbles into my hair that is pulled up into a bun for today

"Can you help me with everything else?" I ask and look up at his blue eyes that shine with happiness to take any favor or task I hand his way

"Always." He repeats himself and helps me unlatch all of the seatbelts while I wrote down whose belt was whose since we all have custom straps that fit us so we don't spend extra minutes adjusting our belts that we could spend fighting or running away from danger and I feel like I have said this but, we will just move right along

"Hmm." I hum at the already draining task because cleaning the jet isn't necessarily hard but it's a process that is so boring at times, especially with no air conditioning even though it's chilly out

It's the first day of October so there are chilly breezes that whip around the buildings and get colder the higher up on the roof you are but unlucky for Bucky and I, no cold air ever blows in here so it's Bucky sweating through his shirt and me needing to take a couple of breaks to either stick my head in the freezer by the soldier's orders or drink the frozen water bottles even though I told him you can't drink ice and him of all people should know that.