The saddest girl to wear a yellow dress

"I've told you who I am!" (5)

"That was a close call," Sam pronounces each word in a relieved huff - the dim outer light casting a golden hue on the goggles that rest atop his head.

"Too damn close." Jaw clenched - Bucky peers absentmindedly toward the glass window of his motel room.

"Tony is decoding the info we were able to retrieve as we speak, we might have a mole at the Headquarters, " Sams points out while checking his watch. "Otherwise, I have no clue as to how they knew we were coming," he resumes and Bucky shifts his weight from one foot to the other impatiently - a heavy, short twitch in his mouth - one Sam picks up on.

"I'm guessing that means a debriefing in the middle of the night?" The question is guided by yet another furtive glance inside his room.

"You know it," Sam squints suspiciously. "Why you keep looking in there for, huh? Whatcha hiding, man?" He mischievously challenges and it's too late before Bucky can stop his prying partner from flatly pressing his forehead against the slick glass - both hands outstretched on each side of his temples as to give him a better view of the inside of Bucky's room.

Bucky pinched his eyelids tightly in expectation, the muscles of his jaw hardening - an uncomfortable comb of metal against raven hair.

"You've got a girl in there!" Sam belts out returning the brief little wave Amelia had given him from the other side of the window.

Bucky knows he will not hear the end of it...and it's been a long day already.

Even Super Soldiers get tired at some point - even if that breaking point goes beyond a regular fellows' - and there's nothing more draining than a curious Sam to quickly get him there.

"Relax." Sam is coyly smiling as he peels himself off the glass.

Relax my ass!

"She is cute..." Sam adds, "...in a Heavy-Metal-Groupie sort of way," Bucky's every ligament is stiff now, "but I don't judge..." Sam says throwing his hands up.

"Well, I appreciate that," Bucky finally unclenches his jaw to mutter sarcastically.

"Better not leave her waiting, Romeo." Underneath Sam's teasing grin there's a hint of heartwarming satisfaction.

"We are not...shes not..." the longer Bucky stammers to speak the wider Sam's grin expands.

"Alrighty, ok, I get it. Suuuure." he throws his head back as he starts to walk backward, toward his room - for a moment Bucky thinks he is done with this embarrassing moment. He opens the motel's room and then Sam half-shouts: "Don't let the bed bugs bite!"

An eye roll and Bucky shuts the door.

Why didn't he remember to close the damn curtain? With a flustered yank he does precisely that, now that he is back inside.

"Your partner seems friendly," Amelia nonchalantly comments, her voiced laced with boredom. "Friendlier than you, certainly."

Popping another white, fluffy kernel in her mouth, she uncrosses her bare, smooth legs - switching - she crosses them back again. With her right hand, she busies her buttery fingers - flicking away at the TV remote that rest next to her in bed.

"You should stay here tonight," Bucky strides toward the corner desk, he swings his rifle off his shoulder and hangs it on the back of the rotating chair - eyes involuntarily dance around the pronounced curve of his back, then snap back to the screen as he turns back around.