Bucky and Steve's small feet could be heard running up and down the halls of the Barnes house. Bucky bursting into his sisters room, his eyes quickly scanning to see if either you or his sister were hiding there. His favorite firetruck nestled protectively in his arm. The once bright red truck, was now various shades of pink and purple, and had little green hearts sprinkled about.
His eyes landed on his sisters desks, and upon seeing the various bottles of paint and brushes, that are scattered about, he scoffs and turns to Steve. "They didn't even try to hide the evidence." Bucky fumes, as he stalks toward the small desk.
"They?" Steve looks to Bucky in confusion.
"If you think Becca's friend isn't part of this, then you're wrong. It was probably all her idea." The young James grumbles out.
"I don't know Buck, she seems nice." Steve says fondly, and when Bucky turns and eyes him suspiciously, he soon feels a blush bloom on his skin.
"You like her?" Bucky scoffs, "You can't like her."
"Why not?" Steve is quick to scoff himself this time.
"Because...because...because she's my sister's friend." Bucky finally spits out.
"You like her." Steve gasps out, pointing to Bucky accusatively.
"No...no I don't." Bucky tries to refute.
"Yes you do." Steve presses, making his way to face Bucky.
"NO I DON'T. YOU DO!" Bucky and Steve are nose to nose.
"No you do and that's why you don't wan't me to like her." Steve's nimble finger pushes into Bucky's small chest.
"No..I..Dont!" Bucky's fist is swinging before he has a chance to stop it. There's a cracking noise as it makes contact with Steve's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. Both boys are wide-eyed when they look to each other.
Steve is quick to jump to his feet, his body trembling with rage as he stares down his best friend. "I'll have her, you'll see. One day I'll be walking with her on my arm." Steve hisses at Bucky before turning and storming from the room.
Bucky shakes his head at the memory of so long ago, as you and him stood inside the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, looking over the exhibit that had been constructed in his best pals honor. He pulls you closer to his side, his nose finding your now white hair, inhaling softly before finally speaking. "He had a crush on you ya know." His gruff voice trembled, showing the signs of his age.
You peek up to him in confusion. "Who did?" You question him.
"Steve, remember when you and Rebecca painted my favorite firetruck?" Bucky can't help but smile when he hears you giggle as the memory washes over you. "Well, remember how him and I didn't talk for a month after that?"
"Yes?" You still don't understand how any of this explains Steve Rogers having a crush on you.
"Well he admitted he like you and I punched him." Bucky winces as the word leave his mouth, it wasn't his proudest moment.
"James Buchanon Barnes." You gasp out in shock.
Bucky only chuckles, "Said he'd have you on his arm one day, guess he was wrong on that one."
"And to think, I could have had Captain America this whole time." You tease, your eyes dancing with mischief as you look up at your husband.
Bucky again chuckles, his lips soon find your hair and planted a gentle kiss, "Steven Grant Rogers coulda never handled a dame like you, no you were always meant to be my doll sweets."
You sigh contently into Bucky's side, the both of you once again looking over the display infront of you. Lost in the memorabilia, you miss the tall blonde man lurking in the shadows, looking over the two of with a happy smile.