It was a cold and foggy night when you woke up to the sound of heavy rain tapping against your window. You rubbed your forehead, feeling a dull ache. You knew something was off, and you were right. You had a terrible headache. As you put on your pajamas and made your way to the rooftop of the Avengers tower, you couldn't help but marvel at the rain-drenched city below. The heavy rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle by the time you reached the rooftop, leaving the city in a mesmerizing haze of light and dark. The only sound was the gentle pitter patter of rain on the roof. You took a deep breath of the chilly air and closed your eyes, the sound of the rain calming your racing thoughts and relaxing your mind.

The sound of an angelic voice singing familiar tunes from the 40s reached your ears. The voice was so hauntingly beautiful that it felt like time itself had stopped just so you could bask in its glory. You turned to the source of the music and were amazed to see Bucky, the typically stoic and serious man, letting down his guard and basking in the pitter patter of the rain. The sight of the usually sullen man enjoying the beauty of nature and music was almost mesmerizing. In that moment, you felt like you were witnessing something truly special and ethereal.

As you began to hum along to the classical melodies, you couldn't help but feel a sense of blissful peace wash over you. However, your serenity was short-lived as you turned around to find Bucky freezing in place, his expression suddenly turning to one of irritation. The sight of the typically stoic man reverting to his sullen self made you feel like you had committed some sort of social faux pas, even though you had been enjoying yourself. The awkward tension hung in the air, casting a heavy shadow over the once uplifting atmosphere.

"I was just uhm... clearing my throat.," he grumbled, "You should be in bed, doll."