It was 1941. You were the little sister of Steve Rogers and you were secretly dating his best friend, Bucky Barnes, for almost a year now. Sometimes you would go and have lunch with him when he was on his lunch breaks at work. He worked as a mechanic. You always blushed a lot when he would have to take his shirt off from being so sweaty, revealing his muscles. You and him and a routine at night as well. Every other night, Bucky would knock at your window and hang out with you for the night. You and Steve lived together so you both would have to be quiet and your bedroom was on the second floor so he would have to climb up a bit but he didn’t mind. It was currently night time. You were sitting on your bed, trying out the new embroidery set you got today. The only light in your room was from the candles you had lit. A few minutes later, you heard a knock on your window.