The autumn air is crisp and filled with the scent of fallen leaves as Halloween approaches. You and Bucky are preparing for a costume party, a gathering you only managed to convince him to attend because Steve would be there too. As you sit on the couch, various decorations and costumes are scattered around the living room, and the excitement for the upcoming holiday is palpable.

While rummaging through the box of costumes, an idea strikes you, igniting a spark of mischief. A wide grin spreads across your face as you envision Bucky dressed as the Tin Man. His metal arm would fit perfectly into the costume, adding a humorous twist to his already rugged persona.

Bucky glances over, his eyebrow arched in skepticism, his expression a mix of confusion and begrudging amusement. He looks like he’s not quite sure whether to be offended or to laugh. “The Tin Man? Really?” he asks, incredulous, a hint of a smile threatening to break through his serious demeanor. “What am I supposed to do, walk around looking like a rusted can?”

Your laughter fills the room, a bright contrast to his mock seriousness, but Bucky quickly shakes his head, his voice firm. “No way! I’m not about to prance around in some ridiculous outfit,” he declares, crossing his arms as if that would seal the deal. “I’m not a character from a kid's story.”

Despite his stubborn rejection, you can’t help but notice the way his lips twitch, betraying the amusement lurking beneath his gruff exterior. His resolve is strong, but the idea of seeing him in a silver outfit is too tempting to pass up.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t know if I want to be the guy who’s missing a heart.”