Bucky never thought he would be trapped in a basement suite for a week with his enemy turned friend turned made-out-last-Christmas crush, but there he was.

And there was Steve Rogers, the devil himself, sitting perfectly calmly on the couch while he read.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the room briefly and frowned. "So we're... stuck, stuck?"

Steve flipped a page quietly. "Sounds like it."

Bucky blinked. How dare this man not be freaking out over their predicament -- did he not realise that it was almost a year ago on the day they had very passionately kissed and the next day they'd said nothing of it?

It was -- confusing, and it was a lot.

"So now what?" Steve dropped his book, realising how talkative Bucky seemed to be at the moment. He shrugged again, looking at him calmly. 

"Guess we've gotta ride it out," he replied with a smile, a little sheepishly. "Better not fall in love with me by the time we can go outside."

Bucky scoffed so loudly it turned into a cough that made his face red, cheeks on fire. Steve tried not to look amused, arms folded over his chest. "Never," Bucky finally wheezed. 

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God. Damn it. 

Bucky sat angrily reading in the corner, because screw Steve and his stupid perfect hair and the lack of internet so now he was reading. Steve was close by, closer than Bucky remembered him sitting -- perhaps that was just all in his head, though, imagining this weird closeness with his frenemy. 

He seemed to be napping, at least resting, and his face was calm -- Steve Rogers, not wracked with anxiety, was a nice sight to see, rare; although Bucky told himself he hated the guy, he did enjoy seeing him at peace. 

He totally didn't like care about him and want to see him happy, though. Definitely not. "Somethin' on my face?" Steve's voice was quiet and rough, as if he had been asleep. He opened an eye and grinned tiredly at him, and Bucky burned bright red. 

"Just checking to see if you're still alive, Steve."

Steve smiled. "That's sweet." And Bucky's cheeks became impossibly more inflamed as he mumbled something about it not being sweet, but Steve just got comfortable again. He seemed to truly drop off this time, resting against the chair Bucky had been sitting in, close to his legs.

Bucky sighed as he stood, then dropped his blanket over his lap before moving to look outside. 

The snow was up to the window; he shook his head and wondered just how the rest of the week was going to go. 

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Two nights later they made out... again. 

Oops.

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"Woah woah, Steve, you just... what are you doing?" Bucky sputtered, hands still on his chest, move your hands, idiot! Steve looked flushed, not from embarrassment though, Bucky told himself to move his hands -- he finally did, staring up into his face, meeting his eyes, God, why did he feel this way? He took a step back, another, rubbing his face. "Why did I -- "

"I'm sorry -- "

Bucky groaned. "No, you-- Steve, you -- you suck."

Steve bit back the retort he so desperately wanted to say. "Why?" Bucky just stared at him blankly. He surely wasn't that... blind, was he? He knew Steve was a fool, but really? God, he loved him, didn't he. Crap.

"Okay, it-- I very obviously have some feelings for you, and then you -- you confuse me, Steve, you do this but you don't like me the way that I like you, and it hurts -- " 

"Wait, wait -- you seriously think I don't feel the same?" Steve dropped his hands to his hips, incredulous. "Buck... "

"Okay, well," Bucky threw his arms into the air, "what else was I supposed to think, Steve, we don't talk about it for an entire year -- "

"I -- " Steve trailed off, steadily losing the fire in his words. "I'm sorry, I wasn't... I wasn't... " The word out was balancing on the tip of his tongue, but he was too embarrassed to say so.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, stepping closer. "What-- you didn't want to admit something you couldn't take back?"

Steve clenched his jaw. "In a way, yes. Bucky, I wasn't... out," he finally said. "You... were my, um... bi awakening?" Was that a thing? He frowned, he supposed it had to be.

Bucky took half a step closer, drained of all frustration and now just confused. "Really?"

Steve nodded helplessly. "I'm sorry."

Bucky paused, shook his head. "I'm... sorry for coming off like a jerk," he murmured and saw Steve smile softly, uttering "More like a punk" under his breath, and he had to smile too in spite of himself. "I can't fault you for that, Steve, I was just -- um, hurt."

"It's okay, Buck." His eyes moved over his face, taking him in -- his heart was beating out of his chest, he took a shaky breath in and briefly closed his eyes. "Um, can I... can I try something?" He was steadily fidgeting more, trying to work up the courage to do what he wanted to do. 

Bucky's heart skipped nervously and he nodded, watching him.

Steve hesitantly kissed him, holding his face carefully, while Bucky's hands slid to his waist as if to hold them both steady. Steve Rogers was... kissing him, for real, and on purpose. He was gentle, as if he were kissing him for the first time; cautious and just very loving. 

Steve Rogers, the devil himself... liked Bucky.

Bucky smiled softly and kissed him back. 

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This was more fight-based than I thought it would be but I actually really liked this one!