The sound of the front door creaking open catches your attention. You glance over and see Bucky stepping in, his boots leaving faint scuffs on the floor.

What really catches your eye, though, is the bouquet of flowers he's holding. He stands there for a moment, as if debating his next move, before his gaze finds yours.

"Uh... hey," he says, his voice softer than usual. You blink, taking in the sight of him-a super-soldier with a bouquet of delicate roses clutched awkwardly in his vibranium hand. It's almost comical.

Almost.

"What's this?" you ask, walking over.

He shrugs one shoulder, his eyes darting to the flowers and then back to you. "They're for you."

"Yeah, I got that," you reply, trying not to smile too hard. "But why?"

Bucky shifts on his feet, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Do I need a reason?"

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. "You don't strike me as the random flower-giving type, so yes, you need a reason."

He huffs out a small laugh, finally closing the distance between you two. "Fine. I just... thought you deserved something nice. You've been putting up with me a lot lately."

Your heart softens instantly. "Bucky, I don't put up with you. I like having you around."

He shrugs again, his expression caught somewhere between sheepish and tender. "Still. You're always there for me, and I don't say thanks enough."

You reach out and gently take the bouquet from his hand. "They're beautiful," you say, your voice quiet.

"Good," he replies, relief washing over his face. Then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he adds, "Because I wasn't about to go back and exchange 'em."

You laugh, nudging his arm. "They're perfect. Thank you, really."

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're welcome. Just... don't tell Sam. I'll never hear the end of it."

"Your secret's safe with me," you whisper, resting your head against his chest.

As his arms come around you, you hold the flowers close. It's such a small gesture, but it means everything.