"Hey, Bucky, we found someone who fits the bill," Clint says, handing Bucky Barnes a clipboard. He was a photographer for models and was looking for a male model to go along with his current female model, Natalia Romanov, a very pretty Russian redhead.

"What's his name?" Bucky asks, flipping the page over to read about the models' past work. He sees a photo of the man and raises an eyebrow.

"Steve Rogers, twenty-five, usually works in Brooklyn," Clint informs and Bucky nods a little. Steve had dirty blonde hair, all over the place, his eyes were blue with a little bit of green, he was tall and very muscular, strong figure."Actually not too bad lookin'." Clint adds and Bucky gives him a knowing look.

"Don't you already have someone?" Bucky asks and Clint shrugs a shoulder.

"Like I'd tell you," he retorts and Bucky smiles.

"Right. So he's coming tomorrow?" Bucky says and Clint nods.

///

"Peggy, what if they find another model better than me?" Steve stresses, hurrying around his flat and throwing clothes and stuff into a bag. His brunette best friend, Peggy Carter, watches him quietly with her big brown eyes.

"You worry too much, Steve," she sighs, leaning back into his couch. He looks at her and sighs himself.

"But-"

"No buts. You'll do perfect, Steve. Besides, it's about time you moved up in the world," she tells him and he nods a little, picking up a sketchbook and putting it into the bag. "And you're only bringing one bag? Aren't you there for a while?"

"Just bringing a small bag just in case. I can pick up the rest later if I need it," he replies. "Any way, thanks, Peggy."

"What are friends for? I have to go meet Angie and Monty fairly soon," she says and he nods. She gets up and walks over, she presses a kiss to his cheek and smiles at him.

"Give me a call when you're there, okay?" Peggy chimes before walking out. Steve waves as she walks out before dropping his bag and pulling out his laptop. He searches up Bucky Barnes' photography place, and finds out it's called Photo Kings.

"Photo Kings?" Steve murmurs to himself, smirking a little. That was a new one. He scrolls through the website and sees a photo of Bucky, his eyes widen a little.

"Dang," he whispers, looking at the photo. Bucky was hot; chin length, wavy brown hair, blue-grey eyes, a bit of a stubble, kind of muscular. Steve wouldn'tve been surprised if Bucky turned out to be a model himself.

He closes his laptop with a sigh and picks up his bag, he turns his laptop off and puts it in his bag. Looking around his tiny place, he finds nothing more to do and heads to bed.

///

"Alright, folks, he's coming today so I expect everyone to be on their best behavior and make him feel welcome," Bucky chimes, wandering around the place. Natalia saunters by and he takes her arm, she looks at him.

"You've heard, yeah?" He asks and she nods.

"Steve Rogers, yes, I know. I don't expect I'll be kissing him, right?" She hums, her accent was still there but beginning to thin out due to all of her time in America.

"No, no, I don't think so," Bucky assures. If he was being honest, he didn't want them to kiss because... well, he had his eyes on the attractive blonde. Maybe he would ask him out or something.

"Hi, uh, I'm looking for a Mr. Bucky Barnes?" He hears and Bucky turns his head to see the blonde in front of Clint.

"That would be me," Bucky pipes up, walking over towards him with a smile on his face. The two shake hands.

"So I've looked through your profile, among others', and I gotta say, pal, yours looks promising. Congrats, you have the best stuff so welcome to the family," Bucky informs and Steve smiles.

"That's great, thank you so much. I've seen your photos, Mr. Barnes, they're incredibly detailed. I look forward to working here," Steve answers and the brunette smiles.

"Call me Bucky," he invites and Steve nods. Bucky starts leading the blonde around the place, introducing him to most of the staff. They were friendly but Steve found a lot of them to be rather... open with their affections towards each other. He was hit on a couple times.

"So your first day of work is in two days, we'll give you some time to settle in," Bucky tells Steve.

"Great, thank you," Steve hums and the brunette smiles, he squeezes his shoulder before walking off. Steve heads to his apartment to unpack his small bag. He'd get the rest later.

///

Before he knew it, two days rolled by and he was headed to work. He fixes his hair a little from its messy state and walks out, closing and locking the door behind him. He hums a song to himself as he gets into his car and drives off to the Photo Kings building.

///

"Hey, Steve, great timing," Bucky greets as the blonde walks in.

"Hi," Steve hums, he nods his head at the brunette.

"Natalia's just getting herself ready now," Clint mentions to Bucky in passing. In half in hour they're ready to shoot, the style today was pretty basic formal wear. Photo Kings did everything, they were even planning on featuring a 40's-50's theme sometime. Bucky takes a couple photos and Clint noticed a light blush on his cheeks, but merely smirked.

"Do you need a drink or something, Bucky? Your cheeks are a little flushed," Steve comments, coming over. Bucky blushes more and nods a little.

"Sure," he squeaks before clearing his throat."Sure, that'd be... good. Clint, look over the photos, yeah?" He sighs, looking at Clint, who sends him a wink. Bucky rolls his eyes at him.

Steve accompanies the brunette to the water fountain, planning on getting a drink himself. Bucky sighs a little and fills a cup then quickly downs it.

"Better?" Steve asks and Bucky nods.

"Steve, will you go out with me tonight?" He blurts, his cheeks rising in color. The blonde raises an eyebrow but a smile was slowly spreading on his face.

"Why, Mr. Barnes. Isn't this supposed to be professional?" He hums.

"Professional can bugger off for now," Bucky dismisses with a wave of his hand, making Steve chuckle a little.

"Name the place and I'll be there," Steve replies and Bucky's blush spreads.

"Uh, I know this place called Gianno's, we could say six o'clock?" he offers and Steve smiles.

"Sounds great, Buck. Thank you," he hums and Bucky nods shyly.

///

"Hey, Peggy," Steve hums as he struggles to do up a button one handed, the other holding his phone to his ear.

"Hello, Steve. I've barely heard from you. Did you get the job?" She asks and he smiles to himself.

"I got the job," he confirms and he can practically see her smile.

"See, I told you. You worry too much," she muses and he shrugs a shoulder.

"Oh, and I met someone," he says.

"Oh? That was fast, what's his name?" She asks.

"How did-" he begins before she interrupts.

"I'm your best friend and you question how I know your sexuality? Really, Steve," she scoffs. "Anyway, what's his name? What does he look like, is he nice, details." She continues.
"His name is Bucky, he's a brunette, a little shorter than me but not by much. He's super nice, he, ah, works where I do," he describes and Peggy listens. "We're going out tonight." He adds, finally getting all the buttons done.

"Send me a picture, yeah? Need to see the man who's captured my Steve's heart," she croons and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Peggy," he whines, stretching out her name.

"Steve," she mimics him, and he sighs a little, he shakes his head.

"Anyway, everything's great over here, Peg, but I gotta go. Keep Angie out of trouble," he warns playfully.

"I might. Talk to you later, Steve," she hums before hanging up. He puts his phone down and runs his fingers through his tangled hair, smoothing it out. He just wore some good jeans and a black button up shirt. He didn't want to overdo it. He was really liking Bucky so far, his mannerisms and personality. His looks weren't bad either. No, better than 'bad', Bucky looked amazing all the time.

///

He arrives ten minutes early whereas Bucky arrives right on time. They walk inside the building and jazz music was all through the restaurant.

"Wow," Steve muses, looking around the fancy place. Bucky rubs the back of his neck, blushing a little.

"I know the boss," he shrugs and the blonde nods.

///

Once they're seated they settle into a comfortable conversation. Steve flirted, Bucky flirted. They talked about their jobs, friends, family, likes, dislikes. Bucky explained his passion for photography and the olden eras, such as the 30's, 40's, 50's, and 60's. Steve loved watching Bucky talk proudly about his passion, the way his eyes lit up and a smile spread wide on his face. Steve talked about his past work, mostly his friends that he had.

Their date night was great, so great in fact, that they decided to continue dating a while, see where it went as time went on.

///

"Okay, 'Talia, turn a little to the left... perfect, perfect," he muses, snapping a couple more pictures. It had been three months since Steve first arrived and he and Bucky were almost ready to officially become a couple. Bucky was happy because they had finally started his 40's-50's idea. Natalia wore a slim, red dress that hugged her curvy body and Steve had on a traditional army suit, his hat was tilted slightly to the side.

"Right, Steve, solo," Bucky says and Natalia saunters off, smirking. Steve was told by his previous bosses to play to the camera. So he played to the camera, but mostly played to Bucky. It was obviously taking effect on the brunette because he was breathing kinda deeply through his nose, his cheeks were very flushed. Bucky finishes up and calls it a day.

"You smooth punk," Bucky pouts as Steve saunters over. The blonde smirks and takes Bucky's hands.

"Oh, you love it," he purrs and Bucky huffs.

"I love you, Steve," he points out, jabbing a finger at the blonde's chest. Steve smiles softly and leans forward, he presses his lips to Bucky's and the brunette hums, he pulls the blonde closer and kisses him deeply. Clint smirks, watching from the side with Natalia on his side.

///

Steve and Bucky became official and the blonde officially moved. Everything he'd ever owned was now in his apartment across the street from where he worked. Bucky was happy, his 40's-50's idea had been a huge hit and made his business even more popular. Steve was proud of him.

"Love you, Bucky," Steve hums, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his lips, making the brunette blush a lot.

"Love you too, Steve," he purrs, kissing him gently.