"You've been staring at my dog tags." Your attention averted to Bucky's voice.

Bucky was never one to accessorise, but tonight–he was wearing his dog tags on your night out after a successful mission. "Sorry, they look really good on you." You admitted, taking a sip of your beer. There was something about him and his fucking dog tags that made him look irresistible tonight.

"Glad you like it." He winked at you, taking a sip of his own beer. The two of you were partners in crime, being in the same task force led by none other than Sam himself.

Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Bucky matched your energy. He was fun to be around and he was skilled, making your missions easier than they were before you were paired up with him.

"You know, they'd look better dangling on me when I'm on top of you." That caused you to smack the back of his head, earning a groan from him. "Hey, I was joking!" Bucky whined, rubbing his head. "Unless, you want it to happen." He winked.

Bucky was insufferable when he was being flirty. But deep down, you knew you liked it.