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eighteen : flirting

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"Gruhh," Anastasia moaned as she placed the box she was holding in the trailer, "why do you have so much stuff?"

Bucky walked up from behind her, surpassing her by carrying 2 boxes at a time with seemingly no side effects. "I lived here for over three years, my bad for collecting things Miss 'I have one backpack and one backpack only'."

Anastasia chuckled as she made her way back into the lobby of her father's old apartment building.

It had been two weeks since Bucky thought about moving and one week since he got the good to go from Anastasia.

The father-daughter duo had been making frequent trips from the tower to the apartment and a small coffee shop a block away from the tower in order to prepare for the move. Things like packing boxes, cleaning the area up, and eating whatever food he had in the cupboards.

With the help of Steve and Sam, they had been moving boxes out of the third floor apartment for around an hour by that point, and Anastasia, while strong, was not a super soldier and could only carry one box at a time.

As she rode the elevator she entered the apartment once again for what seemed like the millionth time. There were only around ten more boxes.

Anastasia grabbed one and Bucky grabbed another but before they could exit out the door the door opened to reveal Steve and Sam back to grab some of the remaining boxes.

"Hey guys, only a few more. Thanks again for helping," Bucky spoke to them.

Steve smiled kindly at both of them before replying, "no problem, Buck, anything you need."

While Steve's gesture was kind, Anastasia could still feel the slight pulling tension between her and the two men. She supposed that they had a bit of a rough start. The punching-Sam-in-the-nose-the-third-time-meeting-him thing certainly worsened the state.

However, after several late night movie and pizza nights spent with them in the group helped justify their likeness towards her.

Bucky and Anastasia waited for the two to grab a few boxes before heading to, in, and down the elevator.

Setting the boxes in the space left in the truck, Steve spoke again, apart of the mindless small talk the men were making, "there were only four boxes left, Buck and I can go and get them if Sam and Anastasia, you guys want to stay here?"

Anastasia nodded with a small, civil and polite smile while Sam nodded more hesitantly, eyeing the teenager from a few feet beside her.

Bucky gave her the dad look that seemed to speak for itself, behave and be safe.

Anastasia rolled her eyes playfully at him in response as he left with Steve back into the building.

As a habit that she formed through most of her life, Anastasia looked over her shoulder and around the two.