Let Me Be Your Shield

16

Bucky rested against the foot of his bed, chewing on his lip as his foot tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.

Every once in a moment, he'll look up at the clock to check the time. He would mumble to himself too.

He looked up to the door when he heard the handle click and in popped his best friend. The brunette smiled small and leaned back in the post more. Slowly relaxing as his -no longer small- said friend come in.

"Hey Buck," he said while moving onto the floor in front of Bucky in a criss-cross manner.

"Hey.." The assassin said back as he fidgeted with his metal hand, "How are things going?"

Steve smiled warmly at him and looked down at his lap, the smile growing bigger, and thought over any new topics to leak out.

"Nothing major or anything. I visited Clint at his apartment and got this deal on strawberry milk." Steve bit down on his lip, hesitating to reveal the fact that he have become Tony boyfriend.

Bucky took notice of the action -being an assassin and all had him train with observation- and pressed a bit more at the dam to see it floods over.

"Anything... Else?" He asked, pushing off the post and leaned close to see the blonde's reaction.

"I went on a date last night..." His blue eyes looked up with warmth flooding to his cheeks.

In all honesty he was scared that his friend will judge him. It wasn't normal for men to be done of other men, plus from the era he came from-grew up even- looked down on those like segregation.

Any man to court with men would be treated like the colored men. Just being in this era was enough to change a bit since he's seeing black men and women sit in the front of a bus. And hearing stories about Rosa Parks and MLK Jr. made him change his beliefs completely.

Finally, for cryin' out loud, this is Bucky. His closest, and only, friend that he have since the war. A friend who last for 70 years like him.

He can trust him with this kind information.

Bucky fell back on the bed, an exonerated look on his face. He was hit with shock and a smile spread into a grin.

"Stevie went on a date!" He cheered and stood doing a small dance as he grabbed a bottle of liquor. "Who's the lucky lady?" He asked while pouring their drinks.

Steve looked over with his eyes widen from the reaction. He too had gotten up and made his way over, rubbing at his neck and the nails slowly dig in the skin.

"Ummm... About that.."