Bucky was finally enjoying himself. For once he was actually truly enjoying himself. After all the dumb brainwashing, and soviets, and war, and being frozen for 70 plus years; he was beginning to have a somewhat normal life again. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Steve called him, "Buck," he panted, "Please. It's 36 degrees outside and I'm sweating like a dog."

Bucky had decided that they should go for a jog together. He wanted to get out of Stark Tower for a bit, and go out into the world. "Steve... Stevie," he started; continuing his pace far ahead of Steve, "You see, there's a problem with your analogy... dog's don't sweat. That's why they pant."

"Bucky come on!"

He shrugged as he jogged, "I can't help that I know things," he bragged, "and I also can't help that you're an old grandpa."

That comment caused Steve's face to flush a darker shade of red than it already was. "Grandpa?! But you're older than me!" he protested. 

"Yeah, but I don't act like a grandpa which makes me... not a grandpa."

Steve braced himself and picked up speed. He was no longer jogging, and instead, he was full on running. "You are so gonna pay for what you've said." He stated with a mischievous grin. Bucky looked back and returned the grin before he started running as well. He had gotten some pretty good distance between them, but when he turned his head around to see the ridiculous look on Steve's face; his shoe caught a stump sticking out on the path and he landed face first on the pavement.

"Buck!" Steve yelled. His tone was panicked and he ran as fast as he could to close the space between them. Bucky hadn't moved since he made contact with the ground, and that worried Steve. He kneeled down beside him and placed a hand on his back, "Buck... Buck are you alright?" Bucky's back started to shake. Was he... crying? Oh god, it must be bad if Bucky is crying. "Look at me please Buck. Are you hurt?" of course he was hurt. He rephrased the question, "Where are you hurt?"

Bucky rolled over slowly and he was laughing like an idiot with a wide grin plastered across his sweat speckled face. 

"Wha-? Dude, why are you laughing?"

"Steve I-..." more laughing, "your face... I'm not hurt Steve. Maybe some scratches, but that's it."

Steve's lips thinned angrily, and he jokingly punched Bucky in the shoulder, "you are such a little jerk! You know that? A jerk!"

"Yeah I know... and you love me for it."

Again with that darn adorable smile. Steve crossed his arms, "Nope. Not anymore."

Bucky stuck his bottom lip out, "awe come on Stevie."

"Sorry, not sorry."

Bucky grabbed Steve's forearm and yanked him downwards so that he was leaning over top of him. Their chests were pressed together. "Kiss me you punk," Bucky told him. 

"Do I have to?" he complained. 

"If you want cuddles tonight, then yes... yes you do."

Steve rolled his eyes, "fine." He slammed his lips against Bucky's and breathed in his sweet scent. Bucky allowed his eyes to flutter closed and he smiled into the kiss; deepening it as he did so. They did so for a couple minutes before Steve slowly pulled away, "I just realized that we are in a public park and we are putting on a public display of affection."

"So? What are they gonna do about it?" He looked to his right and saw a slightly disturbed little girl staring at them, "Right. Yeah. Maybe this should be saved for home."

Steve giggled and stood up to give Bucky a hand, "that would be best."

Bucky accepted his hand and used it to pull himself up, "let's go home then," he brushed off his pants and Steve saw that there was a small blood spot blooming on the knee of his pants. It must have been just a scrape though. Nothing to worry about. Bucky finished and looked up at Steve. Before Steve had time to even look back at him, Bucky took off down the way they came on the path, "race you there!" he called back.

"Not fair!" he shouted as he took off after him, "you got a head start!"

"Or maybe I'm just faster... grandpa!"

"Get back here jerk!"