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THE DOOR TO your room burst open and you shot out of bed in surprise. The second your feet touched the ground you wrapped your arms around yourself. It was freezing. Bucky stood in the doorway, his lips parted, scanning your room slowly.
"Bucky," you murmured his name in surprise. His eyes finally met yours, but he still seemed distant.
"You're alone?" His deep voice rumbled. Your face scrunched in confusion at the question.
"Of course." You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, acutely aware of the simple long t-shirt you had worn to bed. Bucky's eyes seemed to focus on you and you watched him notice how little you were wearing too. "Are you alright?" You spoke into the silence again. It must've been close to one in the morning and he'd barged in without warning.
"I'm fine, I just, Steve told me you went on a date and I didn't know if you had come back," he whispered. You nodded your head, looking down at your toes on the hardwood floor. A tension mounted in the room, Bucky seemed to be less distant, but now he was staring intently at you. Slowly, you sat down on the bed, glancing back up at Bucky you patted the spot next to you. He came to your side quickly, sitting gingerly next to you.
"How did it go?" When you looked back up at him, surprised by the question, you could see the concern in his features. But why?
"He wasn't really my type, it turns out," you sighed."Nice meal though. Bucky, are you ok?" You had to ask again at his peculiar behavior. He was looking down at his lap, playing with his fingers before he abruptly stopped and met your eyes again. His gaze held an intensity that hadn't been there before.
"I, I don't want you to go on anymore dates, (Y/N)." Your name from his lips sent a shiver down your spine, and you realized how cold you really were. Bucky noticed too. He gathered the blankets up from behind you two and draped them over your shoulders gently, rubbing your arms. "I think you should let me take you out. I think I can treat you well, (Y/N). I think you deserve a lot more than what those other guys are giving you. Be my girl." His hands had stopped rubbing your arms and instead you found he was holding you. His eyes soft, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he watched a smile spread across your face.
"Don't you mean, 'be my doll'?" You teased. Bucky couldn't take it anymore, you'd given him your answer in your teasing tone. His eyes flickered to your lips and he grasped the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.
"I'll call you whatever you want," he whispered against your mouth before pulling you into another kiss.
