“How long are you going to keep staring at him?” Ryan leaned towards your ear and whispered. You paused in mid ice cream scoop to shoot her a dirty look. She was referring to the last half hour where you’d been staring at Bucky from across the room. “He’s your boyfriend now, you can just go sit with him you know.” She rolled her eyes. You sniffed indignantly and dug the spoon aggressively into the carton of ice cream. Taking a bite, you turned your attention back towards said man.
“I can’t help it.” You grinned softly as Bucky laughed at something Sam said. Ryan shifted in her seat.
“Well, it’s getting creepy.” She mumbled. You merely rolled your eyes and tucked another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.
“He’s a living doll.” You breathed without realizing it. Ryan huffed and jumped off the stool. “Hey!” She’d grabbed your arm and pulled you from the stool. The next thing you knew, you were sitting on the couch next to Bucky. He gave you a warm smile and turned his attention back to Sam, placing his arm along the back of the couch. Ryan had moved to sit on the arm of her husband's chair. You scowled at her and stabbed the bottom of the carton with the spoon. She gave you a satisfied smile and looked at her husband. You glanced over at Bucky and quickly got lost in staring at him again. The gentle flex of the muscles in his jaw, the tilt of his head, and the enthusiasm in his eyes, before you knew it, you’d reached out your spoon and touched his face. Bucky froze and slowly turned to look at you. Ryan and Sam were equally as invested in your interaction.
“Angel?”
“Yes, Bucky?”
“Why is that spoon on my face?” Your attention snapped to the spoon you still had planted on his cheek. Quickly you pulled it away and stuffed it back in the carton. Bucky cocked his head to the side and gave you an amused smile.
“Not on your face anymore.” Your attempt at a chuckle devolved into a cough. Ryan shoved Sam in the side and stood to her feet.
“Well, I hate to break up this little party, but this is getting weird.” Ryan shot you a look and began tugging Sam towards the front door.
“Where are we going? Buck and I were,” Sam closed his mouth at the look on his wife’s face. Ryan stopped behind Bucky and whispered something in his ear.
“We are apparently out of ice cream, we’ll be back.” She grabbed her car keys and jingled them for emphasis. When the front door closed, Bucky turned back to you. The look in his eye gave you pause. You shifted in your seat and shuffled away from him.
“What did she say to you?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the amused smirk quickly spreading across your boyfriend’s face.
“Well,” Bucky slid towards you easily, matching your progress. “A little bird hinted at the fact that you might have a crush on me.” You flushed as your back made contact with the couch arm. Bucky braced his arm next to your head and inched closer. Looking from his arm to his face you instinctively brought your knees to your chest to keep him from getting any closer. Bucky merely glanced at your knees before bringing his arms to rest across them. “Well?” His brow ticked and you grew annoyed with the dung-eating grin taking the place of his usual rehearsed smirk.
“Well, what?” You folded your arms around the empty ice cream container. His eyes darted to the carton before coming back to rest on your face.
“Do you have a crush on me, Y/N?” His grin widened, and you rolled your eyes at his amusement.
“For heavens sake, Bucky. We’re dating now.” Bucky leaned back and considered you thoughtfully, nodding and looking down at your legs.
“That’s disappointing.” He said, furrowing his brow as he picked at a loose thread on your leggings. “Because I have a crush on you.” Bucky glanced up at you and winked. Shaking your head, you leaned forward and tapped your spoon on his hand.
“You’re full of you know what is what you are, Barnes.” Bucky’s head snapped up and he grabbed at the spoon. With a squeal you tried to pull away from him, but Bucky kept an arm wrapped around your knees, and grabbed the end of the spoon with the other.
“Would you rather I didn’t have a crush on you, Y/N?” He leaned closer to your ear and lowered his voice. Against your sensibilities you giggled at the way his words vibrated in your ear and tried again to shy away from him.
“That tickles, Buck.” You whined, pulling against his grip. When he made no movements and just smiled at you, you turned your eyes towards the spoon and looked back at him with a dark chuckle. Bucky’s eyes turned to the spoon just as you released it and rolled away from his grip.
“Y/N, no!” He gasped right as you landed back first on the floor. Abandoning the spoon, he scrambled off the couch to kneel by your side.
“Ooh.” You moaned, closing your eyes and rolling to your side. Bucky gently cupped your cheek and looked you over in concern.
“Are you okay, angel?” You met his eye, and when you saw the care and concern that laced his features, your lip began to tremble. Closing your eyes, you felt a fat tear roll down your cheek.
“My head hurts.” You whined, bringing a hand up to touch your head. Bucky immediately was lifting you back onto the couch before gently laying you against the pillows. Kneeling before you he gingerly reached for your hand and squeezed it. “Bucky.” You whimpered, tugging on his hand.
“Yes, Y/N?” You gave him a wet smile and squeezed his hand.
“Icepack, please?” Bucky was on his feet and rushing off to the kitchen before you’d finished with your request. “Bucky?” You called, and Bucky’s head appeared from the kitchen door. “Maybe something to drink?” You said weakly, sniffing and giving him a quivery pout. His face softened and he nodded.
“Do you think they figured out their ‘thing’?” Sam jostled the bags in his hands waiting for his wife to open the front door. “I don’t know why you locked the door; we left two grown adults who could fend for themselves.” He groused. Ryan looked at him with narrowed eyes before pushing the door open.
“Well, it looks like you’ve worked out everything.” Ryan walked into the living room with a smile. Sam looked over her shoulder to see you and Bucky watching television on the couch, you curled into his side and him pausing every so often to press soft kisses into your hair. Shrugging, Sam bustled off to the kitchen with his bags. Ryan stood behind the couch and folded her arms, raising a brow at the display. Something seemed off.
“Bucky, dear, would you be a lamb and get me some ice cream?” You smiled sweetly at Bucky and leaned up to press a kiss on his cheek. Bucky squeezed your shoulder and kissed your temple.
“Sure thing, angel.” Jumping up, he smiled at Ryan and turned back to look at you with narrowed eyes. “Don’t go anywhere, that’s an order.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Ryan rolled her eyes at your sickeningly sweet voice, and she all but gagged at the way you batted your eyes. Bucky beamed at you and bustled off to the kitchen. Ryan came to stand in front of the television and stared at you with a suspicious expression.
“Faker.” She muttered, narrowing her eyes at you. Eyes wide, you blinked rapidly at her.
“Why, Ryan, whatever do you mean, I injured my head and my loving boyfriend is taking care of me.”
“Horse dung.” She snorted. You flinched in mock horror.
“Might I remind you that it was your suggestion that I get more up close and personal with my person?”
“By faking injury?” Ryan took a step closer and glanced at your head. Your hand flew defensively to the small lump on the back of your head.
“It really does hurt.” You huffed, folding your arms. “And sometimes a little embellishment doesn’t hurt.” You looked up at her with a scowl. Ryan held up her hands and shook her head.
“I won’t argue with you there.”
“Hey, babe! Come see what I can do!” Sam hollered for his wife from the kitchen. Ryan sighed and rolled her eyes.
“All of a sudden I feel like an injury might be coming on myself.” She shot you a smirk before stuffing her hands in her pockets and heading towards the kitchen. Bucky and she exchanged a glance as he came back to you with two bowls of ice cream.
“You’re much too good for me, Bucky.” You smiled warmly at your boyfriend before reaching for the bowl.
“Ah ah.” Bucky pulled the bowl back and leaned forward coming nose to nose with you. “Temperature check first.” He smiled and pressed his lips against your forehead. Taking a shallow breath you look into his eyes when he pulled away.
“How bad is it doc?”
“Pretty serious, kiddo.”
“How serious, doc?” You groaned, flopping back onto the couch. Bucky chuckled and placed the bowls on the coffee table before kneeling next to the couch again. Leaning forward he rested an arm on the back of the couch and threaded his fingers into your hair, turning your face back up to look at him.
“Might take years, even a life time to treat.” He murmured, eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips.
“Mm. That does sound serious.”
“Get a room you two!” Sam called from the doorway. Bucky groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder.
“Maybe later.” You chuckled, voice low enough so only Bucky could here you. And if the way his head popped up and he regarded you with darkened eyes was any indication, he’d heard you loud and clear.