"I don't know what the big deal is," Steve said. They were in his bedroom, which had seen better days. Unlike most of the apartment, it was neat and clean, while the furniture in the room was old and mismatched like the rest of the apartment.
Bucky look a deep long breath, unsure of what to say. "You don't bring girls home," he replied from the corner of the room, while staring at the wall.
"So? Are you the only one who can?" he asked annoyed. Bucky, who wasn't sly at all, was a ladies' man and could get any woman that he wanted, which had annoyed Steve. There were times, though he tried to be sneaky about it, that Steve had seen women leave his room, which was awkward to say the least.
"Is this jealously?" Barnes asked.
Steve took a deep breath. "No, this isn't."
"Then what is this?" Bucky asked, eyeing his roommate. "Why bring her home? Is there something going on with you?"
"Why must there be something wrong with me? Why can't I just do the right thing?"
Bucky didn't speak right away as he thought about what he was going to say. "I've been worried about you for a while now, because you haven't been thinking. Also, you never brought a woman home before," he said as he took a seat on the bed. "Plus, why would she come home with you?"
"Really?" Steve snapped. "Am I really that pathetic to you?"
There was a glare in Steve's eyes that Bucky had never seen before. Steve had been pissed at him many times for some reason or another, but he had never seen him this mad before and Bucky really didn't understand why. He didn't say anything that was untrue or wrong. It was no secret that Steve had no luck or game with the ladies. "I didn't mean it like that," he stated, thinking he might have crossed the line. "You and ladies just don't mix, but I'm sorry if I insulted you."
Steve took a deep breath. "I know." Even if he was be able to work up the nerve to speak with a beautiful dame, he didn't know what to say or how to act. He was also wasn't the type of man that attracted woman. "But you make it sound like she's using me." He knew it was possible but he didn't want to think about it.
"You don't even know who she is?... She doesn't know who she is," Bucky commented. "She could be some murderer or at least dangerous. I know she's gorgeous, but that doesn't mean this is smart."
Steve laughed. "Someone like her isn't capable of murder. When is the last time you heard of a dame killing someone? They don't have a mean bone in their body." He turned his attention to a photo of his mother on his nightstand.
"There are a few dames, who I think of, that are," Bucky countered, with a chuckle. "But, what do you expect to do with that girl? If I remember correctly, she was looking for a homeless shelter."
Blowing out in a big huff, Steve crossed to the only window in his room, which's view was of a brick wall. "She was, but she's injured and has memory lost. I don't want her in a homeless shelter or anything like that. Those places would eat her alive"
"You are always the gentleman."
"I know."
"So how long do you expect to her to stay here?" Bucky asked with a weak smile on his face. "I do have to say: she's quite the looker."
Steve narrowed his eyes. "You would say that. Stay away from her; there're other dames out there if you need a fix," he stated, annoyed. "And I don't know. We can decide tomorrow." He took a deep breath.
"I have a feeling you won't let her go," Bucky said, knowingly.
"I can't just let her go if she has no place to go. Look it's snowing out there," Steve said, pointing out the window. It was coming down in big flakes and it was hard to see the ugly brick wall.

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FanfictionTrying to forget that today was March 15 and trying to escape the long lecture from Rogers, Antonia locks herself in her lab to work on a new project; however, she never expects her unfinished device to misfire and send her back to the sexist 1940's...