"You know he was invisible to women before the serum was inserted." You focus your gaze on the piercing blue eyes you admired. Knowing they withheld the scattered memory of a traumatic past. "Is that so?" You ask, correcting your posture to align the chair back.
Bucky cannot hold eye contact for long and so his focus trails toward the floor beneath his shoes. "Believe it or not, since then the roles have reversed. That's one thing I remember about Steve." He removes his black glove inspecting silver crevices, curling long metallic fingers into a bone crunching fist.
You hope he succumbs to his senses and notice the mutual tension present when you are together is above that of business inquiry. "Nothing else comes to mind?" You gradually move closer to his bionic limb, resting a hand on his flexed forearm muscles.
His gaze finds your accepting eyes and in an instant the tension becomes something else. "I wish there was more, but all I ever get are fragments, mostly out of order and scattered in my thoughts." He says, this time you don't think he's talking of Steve Rogers.
Bucky softens his grip under your touch. The faintest grin shapes his dry lips, you smile in unison oblivious to the reason surrounding his change of emotion. "I'm sure you get undivided attention from all men (Y/N)." He says as a subtle flirtatious comment.
You recoil in shock at the unexpected confidence radiating from him as blood heats your cheeks crimson red. Regardless you take a chance and continue the conversation in hopes that the Winter Soldier will pour his heart to you.
Clearing your throat, the temperature in the room rises. "That never happens." You say. Bucky takes your hand in a gentle hold, smoothing his thumb over your bruised knuckles shooting electric chemistry. "I wouldn't believe that if you set it in stone." He says.
The emotion in his eyes changes from his usual tough exterior and you knew the walls were coming down. "Then maybe you should bring me a hammer and chisel." You say.
He turns in his seat facing you. His stubble masking a relaxed jawline under the lowlight. "Where is the closest tool store?" He asks this leaning towards you gradually closing the distance of empty space.
You assist by grazing your knee adjacent his, "Four blocks away, twenty minute walk." Bucky finds comfort in your eyes no longer fighting the urge to keep stationary.
"I should cover my arm right? Might raise some questions that are hard to answer." He says. You cannot lean closer brushing your nose to his cheek. "Who cares? New York has worse, right?"
Inches of hot air still to enclose among your faces, his breath fans your lips and his hand grip tightens. "Won't you take me there someday?" He asks, your breathing pace quickens of pure excitement. "All you have to do is ask." You say cooly.
The temptation is irresistible. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up, Bucky responds planting a gentle kiss on your lips. The light above fades to nothing as your overcome with weightlessness, pressing your weight softly into his sturdy muscles.
His bionic arm enveloping your waist as you cup his chiseled face in both hands afraid to let go.
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