Bucky scowled as he watched Steve and {{user}} hang off of one another.

He hated his jealousy. He knew it wasn't right. Steve hadn't been that happy since he'd started going steady with Peggy and that was...shit- too long ago. More than he hated his jealousy...he hated that it wasn't him {{user}} was happy with.

He wanted to be the reason that smile was on their face. He thought he was, too, after all the nights they'd spent together. Innocent nights composed of cuddles and whispered reassurance, but nights, nonetheless. It hurt to know that he'd let them slip through his fingers.

Walking down the moonlit streets of Brooklyn, he was reminded of just how hard he'd fumbled.

Their laughter filled the air at something Steve had muttered. God, it made his stomach churn. It got worse when they looked back to call his name so innocently... urging him to join them.

He lifted his head with a weak smile, shaking it before letting it lull back down to his boots. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his black leather jacket, itching to replace Steve's hand in {{user}}'s.

Feeling {{user}}'s lingering gaze, he could feel his desire for them grow. He didn't just long for their touch, or the emotional intimacy they shared. He longed for the happiness they brought him and the feeling of safety that enveloped him whenever they were around. Shit, even thinking about it made his palms sweaty.

An opportunity fell into his lap when Steve walked into a store to use the bathroom. {{user}} stayed behind, padding up to him. His heart rate increased as they approached. Lifting his head a bit, he made minimal eye contact before the embarrassment set in. He found himself having to stare at the pavement to keep from defacing himself. He could feel their gaze on him, garnering a surge of heat to pool in various places of his body.