Like the picture? Made it myself *flips hair*

Bucky was being grumpy. He didn't want to talk to anyone, he didn't want to look at anyone, he didn't want to move. He just layed on his bed, his mouth turned down into a scowl, staring at the ceiling.

Why was he grumpy, you ask? Well, he was grumpy because of you.

It's all her fault, he thought, looking at me like that all the time. Flippin' her hair whenever I'm around. Being cute. It all her fault and she knows it.

You see, he didn't really like the thought of liking something he couldn't get. He was in full swing back to the Bucky from the 40's, and James Buchanan Barnes always got what he wanted. You, however, would not sit still long enough for him to snatch you, to call you his.

You were like a firework, sparkling and shining in the sky, filling his eyes with wonder and excitment, only to disappear in a few moments.

In reality, you were not a tube of gunpowder that had 'pretty colors' in it. You just were clueless to his love for you. He would ask to pull you away for a second, to talk in private, but you would get distracted or caught up in something else before he had a chance to create a moment with you.

And it made him mad, knowing he was failing at something that came so easily to him before- getting the girl.

"Bucky? Hey, it's lunch time." Steve called through the door. Bucky sighed deeply and ignored him, the frown still prominent of his face.

"Bucky? You okay?" Steve said, worry inching it's way into his voice. He was having a slight panic attack, worried Bucky was in a corner, having another episode.

"B-Bucky! Are you okay?!" Steve said a bit louder. Bucky's from faltered at the sound of his friend, and he had to restrain himself from bursting out in laughter.

"I'm fine, Steve. Not hungry." Bucky shouted back, a slightly venomous tone taking over.

Steve gave up on knocking and entered the room, standing in the doorway and giving his friend a look that only said 'Seriously?'

"What?" Bucky said, moving his gaze to Steve's cold blue eyes.

"I don't if you aren't hungry. You have to eat."

"No I dont." Bucky said, crossing his arms over his chest as he sat up, pouting like a child.

"Yes, you do." Steve said in a fatherly tone.

"Why?" Bucky whined.

"Because I said so."

"That's not a reason!"

"Well, now it is. Let's go."

Bucky groaned loudly and slumped off his bed stomping into the dining room, where everyone was eating chicken and salad. Bucky's eyes softened slightly when he saw the empty seat next to you, but the frown stayed on his lips as he sat down.

You gave him a plate, your fingers grazing his as he took it from you. He tensed a bit, his heart fluttering and his cheeks burning as he mumbled an incoherent thanks.

You smirked, despite your pink cheeks. Truth was, you liked Bucky back. You never noticed his affection towards you because you were too busy telling yourself it would never happen, it could never happen.

The other Avengers watched the two of you steal sideways glances at each other, both quickly averting your eyes if they met the other's.

Steve was holding in his Aww.
Clint was holding in his laughter.
Thor was holding in his smile.
Nat was holding in her giggles.
Bruce was holding in his uncomfortable rambling.

Tony was holding in his puke.

When you accidentally touched his foot with tour own, making you both jump slightly, Tony had seen enough. He put his fork down on his finished plate, standing from the table.

"(Y/N) and Bucky are on dish duty." He stated before turning and walking away, grumbling something about kicking lovesick puppies.

Your face flushed as the other Avengers filed out, each finishing their food. You had to spend time alone with Bucky. You didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse.

Bucky was frozen, eyes wide, in his chair. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, watching you stand and begin to collect the dirty dishes, keeping your eyes away from his.

His gentleman instinct kicked in, and he stood and began to pile dishes on his arm as well, bringing them to the sink and turning in the water.

You decided to hopefully break the tension by talking to him. Of course you had noticed his frown.

"What's got you so grumpy, Buck?" You asked.

"Nothin'." He muttered, trying to keep from getting distracted by you.

"Oh, come on. You can't lie to me."

"It's nothin'. I'm fine."

"Bucky. Look at me." You said seriously. He kept his eyes on the soapy water.

"James." You said. He almost swooned at the way his name rolled off your tounge. He tried not to, but his eyes connected with yours.

"Please tell me what's wrong." You said.

"You." He whispered.

"Me? Did I do something?"

"No."

"The why me?"

"Because."

"I need a reason. If I did something wrong, please know I didn't mean it and I'm really sorr-"

You were cut off with a kiss. You felt his wet hands grip the sides of your face, pulling you towards him abruptly. You melted into his embrace, letting the rough, but sweet kiss take over your senses. Bucky was intoxicated with your lips, how they perfectly molded against his. You were just as drunk on him.

He pulled away, due to a little pest called air, panting slightly. His chest rose and fell against yours, looks of disbelief painted on both of your faces.

"Oh." You said.

"I-Im sorry. I don't know what came over me." He apologized.

"No, no." A smile curled at your lips. "I liked it."

He smiled back, a breath of releif escaping his lips. "Me too."