[I reached 8k followers. waht in the heck why how is this happening.]

It's on a mission when it happens. You had just gotten thrown off the roof of a car, landing in Bucky's arms and get a face full of brown hair.

"I knew it!" You shout as he lets you down carefully, looking utterly confused as you duck behind a car and point a finger at him. "You're the one who's been stealing my shampoo!"

Bucky's eyes widen, and a second later, grabs the agents arm who had been trying to punch him and shoves him away. "I am not!"

"Are too!" You pick up a hub cap and get to your feet, throwing it and hit another agent with his gun aimed on Bucky.

"Am not!" Bucky take your hand and runs for the van.

"Are too!"

"Let's not discuss this right now," Throwing open the door, he jumps in, kicks the doors closed and flinches when Natasha slams hers foot on the gas.

"Are you two stupid?" Natasha makes a sharp turn, resulting in you and Bucky rolling into each other. "You could've gotten shot! What happened?"

Getting a grip on the seat, you pull yourself up and flop onto the cushion. "Bucky's been stealing my shampoo! I told you someone's been taking it!"

"I am not," Bucky hisses, reaches over and clicks your seatbelt into place. "What. Without this you'll fly through the window."

"I can do it, you weirdo," Smacking away his hand, you sit back and cross your arms. "I'm not twelve."

"On a scale of one to ten, you are," Bucky sucks in a breath, shoulders tensing as you turn to him.

"W-What..?"

"Nothing!"

"But you said-"

"I didn't say anything."

"Okay," You grin. "Well, you know who I think is a twelve on a scale from one to ten? Steve Grant Rogers."

Bucky makes a face. "What?"