"I thought I'd told you stop going on dates with people you've only just met." Bucky says to me wearily.

"Well," I pause trying to come up with some kind of answer, "This one seemed nice."

"Very convincing." Bucky spits sarcastically, "You've became too reckless since Steve died."

Steve was my older brother and one of my best friends. All the time I get told that Steve was always proud of me. If only he knew what I kept on getting myself into.

"So what?" I huff hugging myself.

"So, I'm not always gonna be there to save you." Bucky says quietly, resting his hands on my hips.

I cup his cheek.

"You promised me you would always be there."

"You promised me you wouldn't do this anymore."

"I guess we're both liars." I mutter bitterly.

There's a long strained silence.

"I'm driving you home." Bucky says gesturing to his motorbike.

I push his hands off my hips.

"You condescending motherfuck-"

But I'm cut off by a soft pair of cold lips. Bucky's lips feel like they were made for mine as our lips dance against one another. Afterwards the long kiss full of passion my more than best friend Bucky hugs me tightly, like he's afraid to let go.

"We've both lost Steve, Pietro, Nat and so many more. We don't need anymore loss in our lives so let's agree to not lose each other."