Bucky is your big brother, Steve's, best friend, has been for years. You are 15 and Bucky is 17. For as long as you can remember you've liked Bucky. He's always been so kind to you when he comes over and always tries to include you when him and Steve go out, no matter how much it annoys Steve. You are in the kitchen helping your mom make dinner when you hear the front door open and the sound of Steve's and Bucky's laughter fills the house. You smile lightly, you've always loved the sound of Bucky's laugh. They walk into the kitchen looking for food. You turn and smile at Bucky. "Hey Buck." You say in a cheery tone. He looks over and smiles making butterflies erupt in your stomach. "Hiya Doll." He says with a giddy expression. He always calls you Doll, you've love it. A light pink blush invades your cheeks and you turn back to finish making dinner with your mom.