𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏) • 𝒃.𝒃

𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷, 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼

{Previously: With that, Steve went to bed leaving Bucky in the dark living room with his thoughts.}

It was a few weeks later and the three of you had adjusted to living together...for the most part.

"James! Where is my hairbrush?" You said with your arms crossed.

Bucky, who was sitting on the couch, just shrugged. "How am I supposed to know. Go ask Steve."

You glared at him, "Steve wouldn't take it."

"And I would!?" He asked slightly offended.

You just groaned and went back to your room to search for it some more.

A few days later, you ran out of shampoo.

"I'm going to the store to pick up some shampoo, do you need anything?" You asked Steve.

Steve waved your comment away, "No need for that. Bucky and I have a couple of extra bottles in our bathroom cabinet."

"Oh okay, thanks!" You said before going into their shared bedroom.

You opened the door to the bathroom to see a half-naked Bucky with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Your hand almost flew up to your face to shield your eyes, until you saw that in his hands was your hairbrush that you'd been searching for this whole time. He ran it through his dark brown locs, completely unaware of your presence.

"Liar!" You shouted before snatching the hairbrush and running.

"Can't you see I'm indecent!?" Bucky yelled after you.

Steve watched in plain confusion as you ran across the apartment and slammed the door to your bedroom.

A few days later, Bucky was rummaging through the small fridge. "Where's my juice?" Bucky asked.

"I drank it," you said haughtily.

Bucky glared at you, "Why would you do that? Steve bought it specifically for me!"

"Steve told me that anything he buys is for all of us to share!" You retorted.

Bucky stormed off.

But it wasn't always bad...

"Hey! Wanna go see a film with Buck and I?" Steve asked you as soon as he got home one evening.

"Would Bucky mind?" You asked.

Steve gave you a sympathetic look, "Of course he wouldn't mind. I know that sometimes he can be-"

The blonde made sure to choose his words carefully. "-intense, but he's not all that bad."

You smiled at the boy and decided to go.

The film was comedic and at one point you laughed so hard that you spilled popcorn all over Bucky's lap.

You apologized profusely, but Bucky actually didn't mind that much.

All he noticed was the way your eyes lit up when you laughed and the little wrinkles of joy that decorated your face.

"What is it?" You asked when you caught him staring.

Bucky didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't stop grinning. "Nothin', doll."

Another time, Bucky had been out walking when he saw a flyer for a job application.

He picked it up and brought it back to the apartment.
"I saw this out on the street. I know how much you hate being unemployed."

You took the flyer from him. "Now hiring!" It read. This could finally give you a chance to do your part around here instead of feeling like you were mooching off of them.

"Thank you!" You said as you threw your arms around his neck.

Bucky laughed lightly. In that moment, he wished that your ebullience would last forever. In his opinion seeing you happy was the most beautiful sight.

Although, that didn't mean that he didn't love to tease you from time to time and watch you get flustered.

One night, Bucky had asked you to dance with him.

Steve was already fast asleep even though it was only eight o'clock at night.

You made a face and laughed, "Now?"

Bucky grinned, "Yeah! Why not?"

He went over and turned on the radio. One of his favorite songs, I'll Never Smile Again, was on.

He walked towards you and gently pulled you off the couch and to your feet.

You giggled at his playful demeanor.

The two of you swayed back and forth to the rhythm.

"Try not to step on my toes this time," Bucky teased.

You frowned, "I didn't step on your toes the last time we danced!"

He chuckled, "I know. I just wanted to see your reaction."

"I really hate you sometimes." You whispered softly, unable to take your eyes away from his.

It felt like he was gazing into your soul, "No you don't."

You sighed and buried you face into his shoulder to hide the blush that crept up your neck.

And the two of you stayed like that for hours.

The howling wind and quiet melody of music making you forget all of your troubles.

As long as you were in his arms.