Dove
Bucky must have been possibly slightly tipsy from his beers. He wasn't drunk but he was smiling far too hard. We had long abandoned watching any shows as we both laid down on the pull out couch which surprisingly was long enough for Bucky.
We laid on our sides facing each with him gently brushing my hair back as he looked at me with a faint smile. "You're really pretty."
I blushed and looked up to him with big eyes. "And you're handsome."
He grinned then pressed a kiss to my nose, "weird we met in an alley with me chain smoking."
"The smell of nicotine and tar was strong in the air," I chuckled and pressed my face against his chest listening to his heart beat. "What did you think about me?"
"You looked angry," his voice rumbled, feeling like a perfect massage, "cute with big baggy clothes. Sassy too."
