Bucky lived for making you blush.
Whatever he could do to see your cheeks turn pink, he'd do it. You thought he was kind of a jerk, annoyed after months of cheesy pick-up lines and bad flirting. You figured he just like messing with I.
But the truth was, Bucky was harboring a massive crush.
Kitchen. 8 AM.
"Hey Doll...," he smiled, leaning against the counter, a glass of juice in one hand and a piece of toast in the other. It was too damn early for James Barnes.
You grunted a response and moved past him, opening the fridge, searching for something. "Whatcha' looking for?," he asked casually and you took a breath.
"Something quick and easy."
His lips twitched into a wicked grin. "Well...if it's quick and easy you want...," he said, his metal hand brushing over your hip and you jumped back, an offended look on your face as you stormed away.
"Just sayin'!," he called after you.
Gym. 12 PM.
You had your mind focused, running on the treadmill. And then you saw him.
You knew what was coming. How would he distract you this time?
"Hey, Doll...," he grinned, pulling off his shirt and sitting on the bench, his eyes roaming over you. You ignored him, closing your eyes. Maybe he'd be lucky and leave you alone. And then he cleared his throat.
Luck was not on your side.
"Might wanna tie your shoes, Y/N."
You opened your eyes, looking down to see and he grinned.
"I mean, I wouldn't want you falling for anyone else."
You huffed and turned off the treadmill, tossing a towel at his face as you walked past.
"I wouldn't!," he called back as you slammed the door.
Bucky knew he had to step up his game.
Your Room. 9 PM.
"Hey, Doll...," he smiled, leaning in your doorway. You must have looked completely harassed, because he simply chuckled. "You forgot this," he said, holding out the towel you'd thrown at him earlier in the day.
"This is what you're here for?," you asked, annoyed and he nodded, that damn smirk on his perfect lips. It pissed you off.
"You know...," he sighed softly and you already wanted to punch him. "You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge rent."
You were pretty sure your eyes rolled back so far that you saw your brain. And you slammed the door in his face.
"It's true!," he called through the closed door.
Halloween. Tony's Party.
Bucky leaned against the bar, a beer in his hand. Black and white striped t-shirt that you were sure was a few sizes too small. A black mask over his eyes.
"Hey, Doll...," he grinned, kissing your hand and you couldn't help but blush, turning away. He was determined tonight. "You look beautiful."
You muttered a quiet 'thank you,' and smoothed out the dress you were wearing.
"What are you supposed to be, Barnes?," you asked and he grinned, holding out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, locking them to your wrists, the key around his neck.
"What the actual fuck, Barnes?!"
"I'm a thief, Sweetheart."
He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, much to the amusement of the other Avengers.
"And I'm here to steal your heart."
