"I hate shopping for merch." You grumbled, looking at the shirts on the wall in HotTopic, only seeing Iron-Man, Captain America, Spider-Man.

"Like- who likes Ant-Man? I mean.. I love Scott to death, he's a wonderful man, but I hate to break it to you, he's no one's favorite." You sighed as Bucky trailed behind you, listening to your rant as you looked.

"Doll, I think you're being a little... rude? I don't even know what word would be used to describe you at the moment." He chuckled, his flesh hand resting on your back as he looked at the band tee's on the wall beside the graphic tee's, his vibranium hand picking up a Metallica shirt that he would surely cut the sleeves off of.

"I just think.... you should have more merch. There, I said it. It's unfair. No one likes Ant-Man. Like- I see Sam and his fucking wings more than I see people put you in their stores. And I'm tired of Iron-Man. He's my dad, I don't need a stuffed animal of him."

"Alright, well, what do you want then hm?" Bucky asked, his fingers tracing along your waist slowly, his gaze now watching you intently as you looked around the store. He loved to see you get a little passionate about things.

"Anything? I just want one simple item that's not-" You looked back, a small sigh leaving your mouth seeing the 'Iron-Man' section again.

"Tony Stark." You grumbled upon seeing merchandise of your father, Bucky's hand moving to grab yours as he looked at the shirts as well.

"Look, sweetheart, it's you." He smiled, grabbing a small Arc Angel figurine, holding it in front of you.

"I don't care about me having merch. I'm about to pay real life money so people make more Winter Soldier merch."

"Okay- let's maybe not do that." he sighed, tugging you closer as he went to the Arc Angel section, wanting to see your merch.