It’s well known that Bucky was a ladies man in the 40s. He was Brooklyn’s ‘skirt chaser’, always winning over dames with his flirtatious personality.

He’s still that same man, except now he’s fallen head over heels for you, a fellow Avenger. He attempts to acquire your attention by pursuing you sweet gifts like chocolate or leaving you jewellery on your bedside table. You determine it’s precious, but you never gave it much thought as you assume he simply desires what men usually want — unbeknownst that he’s actually in love with you. Despite that, he doesn’t give up.

A giddy smile graces his lips at the mere thought of being in your presence as he enters the Avengers Compound, walking to the lab where you’d doubtlessly be tinkering with your mission suit. FRIDAY grants him access, and he heads inside, clutching a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his gloved-hands.

Bucky’s heart hammers in his chest as he spots you, hair cascading in front of your face while you work. Leaning against the table you’re sat at, a smirk forms. “You’re looking very beautiful today, dollface.” He compliments with an undertone of charm, “I was walking the streets and saw these. Made me think of you.” He holds the flowers out for you.