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Bucky won't admit to a lot of things: him being the one who sneaks into the kitchen at three am and eats the ice cream, dropping crumbed along the halls, throwing out the trash when there are perfectly good machines to do it, switching the sugar and salt, and being in love with (Y/n).

"Just tell her," Steve says, turning a page in his newspaper and doesn't look up when Bucky huffs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What's color are her socks?"

"Blue," Bucky answers without hesitation, tearing his eyes away from (Y/n) as she helps a trainee.

Steve smirks. "And her shirt?"

"White."

"Pants?"

"Black."

"Is her name (Y/n)?"

"Yes..?"

"Do you love her?"

"Ye-Steve!" Bucky punches him in the arm, sending him flying off the bench and onto the grass.

"That McFreaking hurt," Steve whines, standing slowly and rubs his sore arm. "You know what?"

Bucky watches as Steve turns, cups his hands over his mouth, and shouts, "Bucky loves you (Y-"

And then Bucky's diving forward, body slamming Steve back into the ground and covers his mouth. Looking up, he sees (Y/n) waving. Not knowing what to do, Bucky panics as he looks around and holds up Steve's hand, waving it instead of his own.

(Y/n) laughs, runs over as Bucky jumps to his feet and leaves Steve to crawl away. "Hey, nice tackle."

Bucky blinks. "What?"

"When you tackled Steve," (Y/n) gestures to the ground where the dirt is slightly caved inwards. "That looked amazing."

"Y-You saw that?"

"Yeah," Leaning closer, a grin pulls at her lips as Bucky's eyes widen. "Want to spar later?"

"Yes," Bucky answers a little too quickly, shrinking backwards in embarrassment. "Uh, I mean, yeah, sure."

"Great! See you."

Bucky nods, manages a small smile as (Y/n) runs back to her class.

"What just happened?" Steve pops up from the bush, twigs tangled in his hair. "Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

"We're only sparring. It's not like it's a-"

"Bucky!" (Y/n) jogs over to him, water bottle in hand. "I've got to take a shower and handle this other class, so is seven good?"

He nods. "It's perfect."

"Okay. It's a date."

Bucky left staring at where you had been standing, and Steve at his side wearing huge grin. "You've got a date."