Fancy a Roll in the Hay?

Part 3

"HELLO?" You sit up with a jolt, the sound of a voice ringing across the farm. Bucky's eyes widen, terror written across his face. "BUCK?"

"Were you expecting someone?" You ask Bucky. He stares at you for a few seconds before jumping up and grabbing his clothes. He pulls them on and throws you yours, gesturing for you to speed up. You pull your things on quickly and stare a Bucky, a questioning look on your face.

"Stall." He whispers, pointing you towards the door of the barn.

"What if it's an axe murderer?" You whisper back aggressively. Bucky sighs.

"It's not. Just...please?" He pleads, giving you puppy dog eyes. You are still unconvinced until he steps towards you and presses his lips gently against yours. "eto budet oznachat', chto mir dlya menya"

"Ugh. Fine! Fine! I will go talk to the axe murderer." You mutter, throwing your hands up in exasperation, ignoring Bucky's thanks as you storm out of the barn.

"Hello?" You hear the same voice calling and you spot him by the house, peering through the open front door curiously.

"Hi there." You call, heading straight for him. You falter slightly when he turns around, shocked. Mainly by how attractive this guys is, but also because you recognise him. This was the guy from the photo in Bucky's bedroom, but he was different. He was taller, better built and he radiated confidence when he strode towards you smiling.

"Hello Ma'am, do you live here?" He asks, holding out his hand politely. You shake it tentatively, noting his firm grip and soft hands.

"Sure."

"I was wondering if there is also a James Barnes living here."

"Did you call me Ma'am?" You ask, your attempt at stalling as shockingly bad as you had expected it to be.

"Should I not have?"

"People don't generally say that anymore. Nobody your age anyway."

"Trust me, I am a lot older than I look." The guy says, huffing a laugh.

"I'm (y/n)." You say, holding out your hand to shake his again.

"Steve. Rogers." He says, smiling when he takes your hand for the second time. You can't help but notice the flick of his eyes up and down you, his lips parted for a split second before his eyes fix back on yours. "So do you know him? James Barnes?"

"Can't say I do. Sorry." James must be Bucky's real name. Bucky suits him better.

"Damn..." Steve murmurs under his breath, pulling a notebook out of his pocket and examining it closely. He glances around at the farm, squinting through the dark. "This is Manor Farm?"

"Urr...sure." You say unconvincingly, smiling nervously.

"You don't seem sure." He notes, putting his notebook away and staring at you closely.

"It's pretty dark out." You say quickly, changing the subject. "Do you want to come inside for a drink?"

"That would be nice. Thank you." Steve says nodding, still looking at you as if analysing your every word and movement. You smile and walk towards the house, hearing the crunch of Steve's feet as he follows you in.

"So, it's kinda late to be showing up at random people's houses don't you think?" You note looking around Bucky's kitchen, desperately trying to work out where everything is. You locate the kettle and flick it on, turning to smile at Steve. He is standing by the door still, his eyes sweeping the room. After a few more seconds he shuts the door and walks in, turning his attention to you.