A/N: this is kind of a sequel to "you said what?" — it’s the same vibe, same chaotic energy, but it can totally be read on its own! just think of it as part of the same soft universe 💕 hope you enjoy this <3
You never thought your most romantic date would start with crawling out of a window and jumping two stories down into Bucky’s arms—right behind the dumpsters.
“I can’t believe this is how we have to go out,” you whisper, pulling your hoodie tighter.
Bucky grins at you, eyes sparkling. “Come on. You love the danger. Sneaking out like spies.”
You roll your eyes— but he’s right. You do kind of love it. Especially when he leans in and kisses you, right there in the alley, his hand cupping your jaw like you’re the best thing he’s ever held.
The two of you walk a few blocks, laughing quietly, until you reach the rooftop of an old bakery. It’s not fancy, but it’s cozy. Your spot. The stars are out tonight, the sky clear and dark, and it feels like something out of a dream.
Bucky opens a bag he brought with him. “Ta-da.”
You peek inside. Burgers. Fries. Milkshakes. From that place you both secretly love, Cheesy Billy’s Burgers, but refuse to tell the team about, because Tony called it culinary war crime once.
You sit side by side, your legs swinging over the edge of the roof. You eat, you talk, and you laugh so hard you almost choke on your soda. Bucky watches you with that soft look of his, like you’re the most important thing in the universe. Like the stars are nice, sure—but not better than you.
“Y’know,” he murmurs, “if we didn’t have to sneak around like teenagers—”
“We’d still come here,” you say, nudging his foot with yours. “This is our spot.”
He smiles and leans closer. “Yeah. Our spot.”
And he kisses you. Soft, slow, perfect. The kind that makes your heart ache in the best way.
Then—
You hear voices below. Familiar ones.
“Wait—this is where they get the good fries?” Sam says. “Why have we never been here?”
You both freeze.
You slowly peek over the edge of the roof. Sam and Peter are standing below, staring at the bakery’s glowing sign.
“Oh my god,” you whisper. “We’re gonna get caught. On our date night. While eating greasy fries.”
Bucky’s already stuffing fries in his mouth. “I’m not giving these up.”
You stare at him. “Are you serious right now?!”
“I have priorities,” he mumbles around a fry.
You both scramble to hide. Bucky throws his hoodie over your head like a blanket and pulls you into the shadows. You’re both giggling, trying to be quiet. Bucky looks like he’s having the time of his life.
Below, Sam looks up for a second, squinting. “…Did you hear something?”
Peter shrugs. “Maybe a raccoon?”
You whisper, “We are the raccoons.”
Somehow, you manage to escape without being seen.
Back at the compound, breathless and laughing in the hallway, Bucky presses you against the wall and kisses you again.
“Next time,” he murmurs, “I’m buying us disguises.”
“…Like wigs?”
He grins. “I was thinking matching mustaches.”
You snort-laugh so hard, someone passing by stares at you suspiciously.
In the next morning , you’re minding your business in the common room, nursing a coffee, when you hear “Yo, Bucky… since when do you eat at Cheesy Billy’s Burgers?”
Your stomach drops.
You turn just in time to see Sam waving a greasy, crumpled receipt like it’s evidence in a murder case.
“Found this in your jacket pocket, man. Thought you hated that place.”
Bucky blinks. Looks at you. Then back at Sam.
“I… don’t remember going there.”
Classic.
Natasha, from the couch “Wasn’t that the night you said you were doing recon?”
Tony walks in with a mug. “Wait, wait—Bucky Barnes ordered a Double Cheesezilla with extra onion rings and a milkshake. Who are you?”
You’re biting your lip so hard trying not to laugh, you might bleed. Bucky looks at you, then back at them, completely straight-faced.
“Maybe it was Steve’s jacket?” Bucky offers. “Old jacket. Probably Steve.”
Steve, walking by “What?”
“Nothing.” Bucky blurts.
Later, in the hallway, you tackle him into a storage closet and whisper, “You kept the receipt?!”
“You said it was the best burger you’d ever had. I panicked and wanted to remember the order.”
Your heart melts. “You’re unbelievable.”
He shrugs, grinning. “You love me.”
You kiss him, just once. “Unfortunately, yes.”
A/N: i wrote a part 3 about them. if you want to check it out here it is <3
Hey y/n, how have you been? I know time is tough right now, but I know you got this.
I just wanted to tell you that you are smart, funny and absolutely stunning. You make my life a little bit better everything I see you, when I hear you even just thinking about you brings a smile to my face.
Today I wanted to compliment you, but you know what is even more important then me complimenting you? It’s you complementing yourself. Yes you can laugh about it, I know it sounds weird. But it’s true,
So I want to make a deal with you for tomorrow and the day after that and well you know what I mean. Whenever someone starts talking to you about the weather, I want you to close your eyes and tell yourself that you a smart, funny and absolutely stunning.
You want to know why then? Well people talk a lot about the weather and by doing that you give yourself a lot of compliments, which you deserve. Also talking about the weather is kind of useless so now you can at least put a few seconds of that time to good use, don’t you think?
Promise you will do that okay?
