You walked into his room, not bothering to knock.

And boy, aren't you glad you did.

He stood by the dresser, shirtless, digging through his drawers. You cleared your throat and his head snapped up in your direction, his cheeks turning pink.

"Uh, hi." He mumbled, completely frozen in place.

"Hey." You chirped, walking closer to him. "I was wondering if we could have a movie day today."

"Sorry, I cant-"

"But Bucky!"

"I'm sorry, I wish I could." He shrugged and took out a forest green t-shirt and slipped it on, his dog tags clanking together.

"Why can't you?" You inquired, crossing your arms and pouting.

"Training." He replied, looking at you and putting his hands on his hips.

"But we haven't had (Y/N)-Bucky time in forever."

"I know, and I promise it will happen soon." He said, pecking your forehead and beginning to walk out. You watched him go, really depressed that your best friend and crush couldn't keep you company.

You slouched on his bed, cuddling with his pillow as you watched Struck by Lightning for the fifth time. You let a few silent tears slip from your eyes, not only sad from the movie, but by the fact that the pillow you were using as a teddy bear smelt strongly of your Bucky bear, who wasn't with you.

"I just want you here." You grumbled into the pillow, your words muffled by the fabric.

***

"Miss (Y/L/N)?" Jarvis spoke.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Dinner has been prepared. Your presence is requested in the dining hall."

"Thanks, Jarvis." You rolled out of Bucky's bed, stretching briefly. You trudged to the elevator, shuffling your feet down the hall to where the dining table was.

"Hey there." Bruce greeted, followed by everyone's collective hellos. You scanned the room, but someone was missing.

"Where's the Boo Bear?" You asked.

"Went to look for you." Natasha replied, shrugging. You shrugged back and sat down, brushing it off.

***

"Guys, I can't find her anywhere!" Bucky yelled as he burst into the dining hall, stopping once he saw you. "Oh. Uh, hi."

"You going to be okay?" You asked teasingly, earning you a look from Bucky. He sat next to you, digging into his food, smiling like a dork, happy you were safe.

***

"Let's play a game!" Tony said, earning approval from the rest of the team.

"What game?" Clint questioned.

"Dare or Dare."

"Don't you mean truth or dare?"

"...no."

"Okay then, go first, Tony." Clint said as everyone gathered in the living room.

"(Y/N), dare or dare?" Tony questioned, narrowing his eyes as you.

"Uh, the second one." You said.

"You. Barnes. Closet. Now." He demanded, and before you could protest, you were being shoved into a closet with Bucky, who was very close to you now.

"You've got seven minutes!" Tony yelled through the door before locking it.

"I'm gonna kill you, Stark!" You shout, crossing your arms and turning your attention to a blushing Bucky.

"Hi." He said awkwardly.

"You say that a lot." You remarked. "You don't have to kiss me. It's okay." You couldn't hide the fact that your face fell a bit as you spoke.

"Do... do you... want m-me to?" He stuttered, keeping his eyes on yours.

"What?"

"D-Do you w-want me to... kiss you?"

You didn't know how to answer that, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"I wouldn't mind it."

Bucky smiled slightly and brought his human hand to your face, brushing away a stray piece of hair.

"I like you." He whispered, which sent your heart into overdrive.

"Me too. I mean- I like you, too." You stuttered. He just smiled wider, then started to lean in slowly, his eyes full of love.

Your lips connected softly and slowly, in a kiss so full of passion you thought you were going to explode. He pulled away after a few seconds, opening his eyes slowly.

"Scratch that," you said, "I love you, James Buchanan Barnes."

"I love you, too." He said, his lips meeting yours again.

Thank you, Stark.