"Hey! I liked that song!"

"But it's so annoying! Can't you listen to it another day Y/N?"

"Okay fine! Put whatever you want," you huffed. You were currently in your truck on the passenger seat on your way to Washington D.C. You had been bugging Bucky to take you for a while and he had finally caved in. You could drive, it's just that you were too lazy and you wanted to take best friend on a road trip with you despite his hatred towards vehicles.

The truth was, you really wanted to go find an ice cream shop you had discovered on the internet a few weeks back. Bucky was not very fond about ice cream and you were determined to make him try it, even if that meant you would probably get the silent treatment for at least a month. You grabbed your phone from the cup holder and skipped the song, earning an audible sigh of relief from the driver. As you placed your phone back down, I Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd started playing and you looked over to Bucky. His face showed no emotion. Suddenly, his mouth twitched up, slowly forming into the widest, but freakiest, grin you've seen on his face. This was not the song I wanted.  You thought as you panicked. You were still looking at Bucky as he turned to you, but as soon as he read your expression, he lunged for the phone before you could even react. He placed it in his front left pocket so you wouldn't try anything and cranked up the volume. You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose while your hands shot up to cover your face. This song was your "stripper song". Not many people knew, in fact, only Bucky, Steve and Nat knew. It happened when everyone was out in the city but you four decided to have a fun night in. You all ended up playing truth or dare. When it was your turn to choose, you had chosen truth. Nat, being the jerk she was, asked what would be your stripper song if you were to ever be one. You thought for a while before giving your answer, which was that song. You never knew why but it made you want to dance like one when you heard it, in the privacy of your room of course. Now, every time that stupid song came on, if one of the other three were around, they would make life living hell until the song ended.

"Oh God no!" You said as you peeked through your fingers to glare at Bucky. He started singing, no that's not the right word, screaming, along to the song while you groaned nonstop. He started to move his hips as best he could in his seat to the beat of the song.

I can't feel my face when I'm with you

But I love it, but I love it

"Make it stop! Please! I'll do anything!" You screamed over the music. The music stopped and all you could hear now was silence. You stayed with your hands still covering your face for a few more seconds until you relaxed your shoulders and slowly brought your hands down. As soon as the last fingertip left your face, the music started blasting again, making you scream in shock in the process. You turned wide-eyed to Bucky and he was laughing his butt off. When the song ended, tears were rolling down his face due to all the laughing.  You glared at him and turned your head towards your window, watching the cars that Bucky was passing by.

"Come on Y/N, no one knows about your stripper side except for Steve, Nat, and me. Besides, no one's with us. Why is it so embarrassing for you? It's only me," he said. He glanced sideways and saw that you were still sulking in your seat, refusing to even look his way. He sighed and kept his eyes on the road again, not before glancing towards your hand sitting on your lap. Without looking, he reached out and took it in his, making you jump at the contact. Being the stubborn person you were, you still didn't look his way but kept your hand in his. He was always like that: he would show you his sweet side with small gestures but never really asked you out. You knew that the only reason he held your hand at the moment was because he wanted you to talk to him but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Y/N, come on, forgive me. I should've stopped the song when you asked me to. I'll do anything but please talk to me," he pleaded. You only sighed in response and kept looking out your window. He picked up your hand that was still in his and started kissing your knuckles.

You had never admitted it but Bucky was your one weakness. And right now, all you could think of was how his lips felt on your hand. Unfortunately, you knew he only saw you as his best friend, and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. You turned around to see his eyes turning to you every other second. He still had your hand pressed against his lips and his eyes held a million emotions.

"Fine," you huffed. You couldn't stay mad at him even if you wanted to. He smiled and brought your hand down but didn't let go. A comfortable silence settled down but it bothered you. Letting go of Bucky's hand you reached for your phone again and played your favorite playlist on Spotify. It was made up of jazz and swing songs by artists like Frank Sinatra and and Michael Bublé. You reached out for his hand again and he smiled as he took it. Your fingers intertwined perfectly and you couldn't help but feel right. It really sucked that you weren't anything more.

Suddenly, the truck started to sputter and slow down to a complete stop. You looked over the driver's side to check what was wrong with it.

"Buck?" You called, looking at the needle indicating that the truck tank was empty, "did we forget to stop by the gas station?" You craned your neck to look at your surroundings: nothing but open road in front and behind you.

"We did."

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Sorry for the slow update, I've got alot going on right now but I promise to try to update faster! So a cliff hanger *evil laugh* Making people suffer is a hobby of mine tbh. I already know whats gonna happen, I just need to type it out lol. Thank you for reading!

P.S. Yes, I do think that Bucky hates cars for several reasons *cough cough* Sam Wilson *cough cough*