Summary:Bucky is deep in his thoughts and you want to know what he's thinking about.
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It was heavily snowing. You were in the process of rearranging the furniture in the avengers tower. Nothing crazy, only moving the couch closer to the window so you could better see the snow.
Walking by, Bucky was curious about what you were doing. You explained to him your idea, and he was interested. With the condition that he could join you, he helped you move things around. He did all the heavy lifting while you instructed what to do.
Both of you spent a lot of time in your makeshift nook - talking, eating junk food, watching Christmas movies, and looking outside the window as the city turned white.
Now Bucky looks like he is deep in his thoughts as he's staring somewhere in the distance.
"Buck?" You quietly say his name out loud.
"Hm?" He almost unnoticeably shakes his head, turning to look at you.
"What are you thinking about?" You ask feeling curious to find out what's lurking in his mind.
He opens his mouth but then closes it before saying it. "No." Smiling, he shakes his head. "I won't say."
"Why?" You pout adorably, scooting a little closer to him.
"Don't wanna ruin this moment." He finds your hand and holds it, intertwining fingers with yours.
"You can't ruin it." You assure him, flirty batting your lashes at him. That makes him chuckle.
"Well...all right then. I've been thinking, what would you do if I kissed you..." He says, almost whispering, looking at you. "Would you kiss me back?"
"I would." You blush, maintaining eye contact with him. "I've been thinking about it too."
"Yeah? What else have you been thinking about?" Bucky smiles, tangling his fingers in your hair and moving closer to you.
"Some other staff." You playfully smile.
"Like what?" He asks, only a couple of inches away from you.
"I won't say." You smile, blushing even more.
"Hmm..." A deep hum rumbles in his throat. "That's interesting." Bucky smirks, thinking about what you are probably thinking, and kisses you.
"Not bad for a thousand-year-old man." You chuckle.
"I'm only a hundred years old." Bucky laughs, trying to catch your nose between his fingers, but you masterfully escape him. "What would you say if I asked you to go watch the Christmas lights while drinking hot chocolate?"
