rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

b. barnes + his smile

sitting with your legs across bucky's lap, telling him a story that happened at work today, ranting a little about your ridiculous colleagues

he's stroking your bare calves, a really nice feeling

and during your story he just

smiles at you

this warm boyish expression that just

slowly takes over his whole face

not only do you not get why he's smiling—you haven't even gotten to the funny part of your story

but it's so charming that now you need to make a conscious effort to not trip over your words, to not ruin the comedic momentum of what you were telling him

then he grabs your gesturing hands, maneuvering you until you're fully in his lap

"and after our lunch break we just—james."

"what?" he asks, pretending to be defensive.

"stop looking like... that."

now he laughs, his smile growing even bigger, crinkling around his eyes. "like what?"

"stop," you whine, covering his face with your two palms. "let me finish my story."

he chuckles, kissing your hands softly. "okay."