Bucky raises an eyebrow at the blond in the park. A tall, muscled blond with a confident smile and bright eyes.

He was doing backflips off of trees, front flips off of swings, everything in between, doing it all easily.

Bucky stops in his busking, distracted by the blond. People were gathering around the gymnastic instead of listening to the brunet's music. He shakes his head and plays louder, forcing himself to feel confident.

His eyes keep trailing back to the blond, who was beginning to tire.

Steve leans against a tree, breathing hard. His friend Sam walks over, panting. He had done exactly the same thing as him.

"Hey, I earned some money doing this," he puffs, pulling out a few scrappy bills. Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Really? Hm."

"Y'know, we could actually have this be a thing. Meet here, earn a little pocket change," Sam elaborates and Steve shrugs.

"Well, we'll see how it goes." Steve glances around the field, checking for people. "Up for a game of competitive frisbee?"

Sam smiles wickedly. "As always."

Bucky sits back as he watches two fit grown men start a game of intense frisbee, first starting off easily then making the game progressively more difficult, flipping off of play sets and violently throwing a speeding plastic disc at each other.

Bucky ducks to avoid getting his head chopped off by the frisbee. He scowls, straightening up again. "Hey," he shouts, drawing their attention. "You nearly sliced my head off!"

Steve jogs over, looking apologetic, and, to Bucky's dismay, five times hotter up close.

"I'm sorry, Sam gets excited about this," he sighs, looking over his shoulder. Sam shrugs at him, shouting, "My bad!"

Bucky pretends to tune his strings while he listens, unable to face him and not blush. "Just be more careful, okay, man?"

"Will do," Steve agrees, backtracking some. He pauses a second. "Hey, want to join us?" It seemed rude not to offer.

Bucky finally raises his head, meets his eyes, struggling not to blush. Instead, he frowns a little. "You guys are intense, I won't be able to keep up."

"If you're sure. We'd go easy on you," Steve adds, a grin on his face, confident. Bucky smirks a little, looking down again.

"We'll see." Bucky packs up his things and puts the money he collected in his pocket before standing up, brushing himself off. Steve's smile grows and they begin walking back over to Sam.

"I'm Steve, by the way," he comments over his shoulder.

"Bucky," he replies, swinging his guitar strap onto his shoulder.

"Hey," Sam speaks, nodding at him, smiling politely. Bucky nods back and puts his guitar down in a safe place.

Steve explains how they play while Sam gets warmed up. Steve warns him to go easy on the new guy, and Sam merely grins.

They start out easily enough, but as Bucky's confidence grows, they start with more complicated moves. Simple flips and rolls. Bucky practices jumping off of bases -- trees, picnic tables, or the playground -- and throwing, and soon enough has a good rhythm down.

"Think fast!" Sam whips it at Bucky, but misjudges the height. Bucky ducks as it comes towards his face.

And it smacks Steve's instead.

"Aww, s***," the blond hisses, holding his bloody nose. Sam tries not to laugh, holding his breath. They come jogging over, Bucky looking worried.

"I'm so sorry," he sighs. Steve holds his nose and Sam takes a closer look, wincing.

"Ouch."

"It's fine," Steve dismisses, frowning a bit.

"I've got some tissues in my case," Bucky pipes up, leading him back to his guitar case. Sam retrieves the frisbee.

"That looks painful," Bucky says stupidly and Steve gives him a look.

"Really?"

Bucky sighs as he swings his case open, rooting through it. Steve stands there awkwardly.

The brunet hands him some tissues and double checks his guitar. Steve watches quietly.

"You're really good at that, you know. I heard earlier," he says and Bucky smiles a little, shrugging modestly.

"Thanks. I've been playing for about seven, eight years," he muses.

"No kidding?" Steve smiles. "Can I hear some?"

Bucky immediately blushes, looking down at the ground and mumbling under his breath.

"Please?" He looks at him pleadingly. Bucky studies him a second before reluctantly giving in.

"Only 'cause I feel bad for you," he warns and Steve nods. Bucky grabs his guitar and absently starts plucking the strings. "Okay, uh... here."

He starts playing, a song he'd perfected over the years.

"Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind," he sings, flicking a strand of hair out of his eye.

Steve stares at him, looking starstruck. Sam -- who was, of course, keeping an eye on the situation -- recognised the heart eyes Steve was making and knew that that was it.

The last chord dies out and Bucky glances up, looking embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "So, that's the first one I ever taught myself. Might not be great..."

"You kidding? That was incredible," Steve answers, looking very impressed. Bucky tries hard not to blush.

"Thanks." He smiles and tucks his hair behind his ear.

////

They met at the park more and more often, and Steve finds himself pulling trickier stunts -- maybe trying to impress the brunet. Likewise, Bucky ups his game and teaches himself harder songs to play.

Their dynamic continues like this for weeks, and months, and Sam notices them getting closer and closer. Worried about losing his best friend, he confronts Steve about it.

////

"So this Bucky guy," he starts and Steve smiles.

"What about him?"

Sam studies him for a second, unsure of how to word what he wants to say. Steve searches his face and smiles apologetically.

"He's not replacing you, okay?"

Sam's defensive stance relaxes and he nods, then wiggles his eyebrows. "What is he then?"

Steve glances away, pursing his lips. His cheeks were pink. Sam's smile grows. "Oh, I shoulda' known. Brunets, huh? Always had you pinned for that." He grins at him and Steve blushes more. "So what is it about him?"

"Do I really have to discuss boys with you, Sam?" Steve sighs and crosses his arms. Sam spreads his hands out.

"I'm your best friend," he says proudly. "Spill it."

So Steve does, and Sam realises how big of a crush his friend has on Bucky. He watches him talk with a stupid grin on his face, his eyes bright.

"Okay," Sam interrupts, holding up a hand. "You need to tell him."

Steve looks at him pleadingly. "You know I can't do that, Sam -- "

"Hey, maybe he likes you back? And if not, at least you got your feelings out there. That's important," Sam points out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Steve pauses while he considers this, then finally sighs.

"We'll see," he says and Sam smiles and nods.

////

He gets his chance the next weekend. Bucky had a concert, and afterward he'd agreed to accompany Steve and Sam to the park for some night frisbee.

Steve sits up close to cheer Bucky on as the brunet shyly makes his way into the stage and takes a seat. "Hey, everyone, my name is Bucky Barnes, and I've been playing the guitar for long enough to be here, I guess." Steve smiles proudly as he looks up at him.

"Got a couple songs for you guys, so uh, here we go."

He starts playing and Steve can't stop smiling the entire night. Bucky meets his eye and flashes him a grin. Once his performance is over he quietly walks over to him and says, "Come outside in ten minutes, I'll be there."

So Steve gets a drink first to calm his nerves and makes his way out back. It was raining, so he slouches against the wall and ducks his head.

As promised, Bucky is there in less than ten minutes, red-faced and out of breath. Steve straightens up and smiles at him. "Hey, that was awesome. You were amazing up there."

Bucky laughs breathlessly and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm glad you liked it." He pauses a second. "The, uh, second one I sort of wrote for you." He shrugs and rubs his hands together and shakes the hair off of his forehead.

"Over the Moon?" It was a cheerful piece, more cheerful than the other songs he had sung. Bucky smiles sheepishly.

"I wasn't sure to keep it in or not, I needed a happy one -- "

"No, I liked it," he assures and tilts his head. "You wrote it... for me, Buck?"

"Yeah, it's... " He trails off, huffing nervously. "I, um, write songs for people who are... who've affected me positively. In life."

Steve nods and wipes his face. Bucky's face burns red and he takes a quiet breath, about to explain himself further.

"Well, I liked it all," Steve says as he looks out to the city. He clears his throat and checks his watch. "Actually, I should be heading out pretty quick..."

"Sure, of course," Bucky says and smiles a little. "I'll, uh, see you around." Steve smiles back and nods, then begins walking away, and Bucky feels himself struggling. Once Steve is almost too far, Bucky makes up his mind and hurries to catch up. "Wait -- Steve -- "

He turns and looks at him. Bucky skids to a stop, out of breath from running, he and Steve both soaked to the bone.

"I wrote it for you because it's my version of an 'I like you, yes or no' note," he pants. Steve smiles and leans in, cupping his cheeks. Bucky sounds surprised but kisses back and wraps his arms around him, pulling him against him.

Steve slowly pulls away and looks bashful, his cheeks burning red. "Um... "

Bucky stares up at him, a smile spreading on his face. "Can I kiss you again?" Steve melts at that, smiling as he nods. Bucky kisses him harder. It wasn't what Bucky had imagined; it was a lot more perfect than he'd thought.

"Yes," Steve murmurs as they pull away. "Yes, I like you."

Bucky grins, wiping his hair away from his eyes. "Yeah? I like you too."

Steve smiles softly and presses their foreheads together. "I'm glad."

Bucky couldn't imagine a more perfect confession.

////

Bucky presses Steve against the couch and hums as he kisses him. It'd been a few months since they'd started officially dating.

Steve smiles as he loops his arms around his shoulders. "So? Got any plans today?"

Bucky shakes his head and smiles a little. "I'm okay with a chill day today."

Steve nods and kisses him gently. "Me too."

A parkour "specialist" and a guitarist. Who would've thunk that would work?

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I, for one, had no idea if that would work out. But here we are! Any thoughts, folks?