it's late at night, around 1 am. Bucky is just heading back home from hanging out with Steve and some friends, and... Well, maybe he had a bit too much to drink, but who cares? The air is cold against his skin as he walks down the familiar streets of Brooklyn. He's not sure why, maybe the alcohol on his system messed up with his brain but an idea came to his head. So, instead of turning left in the corner near the bookshop, he turned right. The thought wasn't even fully formed until he reached their house.

Maybe it's a bad idea, they're probably asleep by now, and... Well, maybe confessing your feelings in the middle of the night, half drunk might not be the best idea. He doesn't care tho. Bucky looks around, before grabbing a few tiny rocks laying on the floor and going over to their window, throwing them to get their attention