Summer had finally arrived, bringing sunny days and warm vacation with early June. It was late this year, but it only made it even more enjoyable. Bucky was relieved that he didn't have to endure the cold anymore. Whenever the temperature went too low, it painfully reminded him of cryo.

And this year, summer brought something new. Something warmer than the sun, and softer than the breeze. Something that made Bucky feel like a schoolboy all over again.

Love.

He had already experienced love—or so he thought. Late night dates at the fair, stolen kisses on the backseat of his car, flowers he handed to the girl of the moment... He saw it all.

Until you came along.

As soon as he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew that love was more than a feeling.

It was in the way he looked for you in every hallway. In the way he always tried to spot your face first in every meeting. In the way he would lift additional weight whenever you were in the training room with him. In the way he held doors when you passed by. In the way he noticed what food you liked, and what food you hated. In the way he noticed the different shades in your hair throughout the seasons. In the way he would tell jokes just to hear you laugh.

When summer came, you became so much more than the teammate he was secretly in love with.

Because his love, this "more than a feeling" thing that kept growing in his soul, turned out to be reciprocal.