"But," Bucky continued, certain his face was only turning a deeper shade of scarlet by the second, "this is our first real trip to New Orleans together. I guess I was hoping it would be more..." He swallowed hard, staring anywhere except Sam's eyes before muttering, "Romantic." Because really-how romantic could a bug museum be?
Sam stared at him for a moment, and Bucky groaned the second he saw a grin tugging at his partner's lips. "Dammit, Sam. Don't say it-"
"You, James Barnes, are a total softie," Sam declared, gently knocking Bucky's shoulder.
(Or: the Sambucky date to the Audubon Insectarium no one asked for. Cue bad flirting through bug metaphors, strange facts about insects, and-if Bucky has his way-more than just a hint of romance.)
Bucky's public appearance was lacking in the... well, everything department. And now, with him fully being in the public eye as the new Captain America's right hand man, that needed to be fixed. That brought you into the equation, someone who seemed to be the direct opposite of the White Wolf. Bubbly, friendly, the perfect PR girlfriend for the grumpy man. Whether he liked it or not.