"It's nothing," he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm pretty sure if it weren't for you I wouldn't be as busy as I am." This peeked her curiousity. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Well... the days that you uhm... visit," he paused for a moment, his hands tucking into his jean pockets, "those are my best days."

"You're-" he paused and dared to glance up, forcing himself to look ahead at the kitchen cabinets but even seeing her blurred in his peripherals was almost too much. "I'm what, Sarge?" "You're somethin' else, Ace."

Bucky chuckled, cradling her cheek delicately and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asked, "You had me so worried, baby girl." "Like I was hit by Mjolnir," she tried to smile weakly. She tried to lift her head but stopped, wincing and groaning.

"Not enough to scare you I hope," Hazel voiced, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she studied him fingers tapping the base of her glass. "Quite the opposite," he declared his hand inching closer to where she had rested her free arm on the back of the sofa. "Good, I think we'd balance each other out perfectly," she mused, her hand meeting him halfway like she had read his mind just as she took a sip of her wine.

"I know." He said with soft furrowed brows. "I'm real sorry Luna." She nodded and glanced around the stadium at everyone staring at them. "I forgive you." She said looking back at him. "Anyone who is crazy enough to come out bare ass on the ice deserves that." Luna grinned.

"We could always cut straight to that third date."

She didn't get ten steps, screaming at a breaking branch before Bucky was right there, wrapping her in his arms and pushing her back into a tree. "You're crazy, you know that?" he huffed, pinning her against the bark. "You'd willingly follow me into possible goddamn haunted woods, all for what?"

"Where were we, your Highness," Florence smiled, turning back towards James. "From what I heard that title belongs to you," he replied, leaning ever closer. "There are still some tales to tell," she whispered against his mouth as their lips finally met in a sweet, soft kiss.

"You promised me blankets," she said pulling from his grip because she couldn't stand the way he was staring at her.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, "holy shit Cora," he groaned, "what the hell even was that?"