➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

•Hearts On Fire~Bucky and Steve•

Well I don't know how and I don't know why
When something's living well you can't say die

"Bucky Barnes, you give that back!" you shouted, holding up your skirts as you chased the dark-haired boy down the sidewalk. At eleven years old, you were one grade behind your two best friends, the boys from Brooklyn, Steve Rogers and James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes. "Bucky!"

"Aw, c'mon, [Name]! I just want to read what you spend all day writing about!" Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder before he started to shout out the first lines from your diary. "Yesterday, Steve and I sat under the tree for lunch! It was really nice and he gave me his butterscotch cookies because he knows they're my favorite! Steve is so sweet and I think I want to marry him someday!"

"Bucky, s-stop that! Don't read that!" you cried, running full out in your frantic need to reclaim your precious diary. Your cheeks were fiery red, burning with embarrassment, but Bucky refused to stop and instead rounded the corner to Steve's house. The little apartment was above the garment store Steve's mother, Sarah, worked at and it was where you and Bucky spent most of your spare time, since Steve was often too ill to leave the house.

"But it's so cute! Steve and [Nickname] sitting in a tree! You know, I'm insulted that you don't want to marry me!" Bucky laughed, mocking you in a high-pitched, girly voice. He ran up Steve's stairs and knocked on the door, but he ended up trying to fight you off a moment later when you joined him on the small landing porch and latched onto him in attempt to reclaim your diary. "Ow, [Nickname], no scratching! You devil cat! O-Ow!"

"I thought I heard you two out here," her voice instantly stopped your squabbling and you both turned, looking up at Steve's mother as she stood there in the doorway. You smiled at her. You loved Steve's mother. She was always so kind and you thought she was beautiful, with blonde hair and blue eyes that matched Steve's. "Not fighting, are you?"

"No, M'am," you and Bucky answered in unison, sweet little smiles on your lips and hands tucked behind your backs. Sarah laughed.

"Of course not," she bent and put a hand on each of your shoulders. "Now, you two will take care of him while I'm gone?"

"Yes, M'am."

"Wonderful. I knew I could count on you two," Sarah smiled and straightened, patting your head before she descended the stairs and disappeared around the corner. You waved and then followed Bucky inside, making sure to latch the door before turning to face him. You scowled.

"Give me my diary, James Buchanan Barnes!" you hissed, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb Steve. Bucky grinned and held up his empty hands.

"I don't have it anymore, [Nickname]. Sorry," he shrugged helplessly and helped himself to some of the butterscotch cookies on the table. Sarah always left out cookies and that was just another reason why you loved Steve's mother so much. You scowled at Bucky.

"You do!" you whispered harshly, still trying to keep your voice low and not shout at the boy. He just grinned, wide and exposing all his teeth, before tucking his hands behind his back and walking a slow circle around you.

"Do not."

"Do too! It's in your pants!" (Wink Wonk) you accused and Bucky faltered, staring at you. You crossed your arms, grinning triumphantly at him. "That's where you hide everything, James."

"Oh, do not! Tell me one thing I've hid in my pants?

"My gloves. Steve's yo-yo, my pencils, my dolly, the one with the red hair, and my little container of sugar sweets we bought from Mr. Paxton. And that was just last week!"