Steve let Sam drag him through the crowd. Steve was thin, bony, and short, but determined as fuck. Steve had trouble seeing through the crowd and had a tendency to stay quiet everywhere. Sam cheered when they got really close to the front. Steve shoved his little self to the front, looking up at the stage in front of him.

Steve's red haired friend stood of to the side, holding her guitar and drilling at the frets and strings, but the one who caught the blonde's eye was the lead singer. 

He looked ruthless and cold, his dark hair matted and hanging an inch past his jaw and in his face. His eyes were closed and his voice gravelly but pronounced. Steve admired the dangerous-looking man happily, not taking any notice of the cramped space around him and the amount of noise for the first time since he and Sam got to the band performance.

The lead singer wore a sleeveless leather jacket and fingerless leather gloves. A knife was strapped to his right thigh and a pistol was strapped to his left thigh. He wore black cargo pants and combat boots. What Steve really noticed was that the man had a metal left arm with rivets and a red star painted on the shoulder.

"Hey, Sam!?" Steve screamed over the noise, tugging on the other boy's sleeve. Sam leaned towards him and asked: "What?!!"

"What's the lead singer's name?!!?" Steve hollered back.

"Winter Soldier, but everyone calls him Winter!!!" Sam shouted.

Steve nodded, feeling his throat start hurting. Steve danced a little to the music and bobbed up and down with Sam.

Winter opened his eyes as the song ended, landing on Steve. Steve managed eye-contact with the dark-spirited man and looked steadily back. Steve smiled slightly. Winter winked at the other, giving the short adult a winning smile. Steve blushed as a reply. Winter gave him a crooked smile and offered a hand to the young blonde boy. Steve took the brunette's hand and shook it. Winter's grip suddenly tightened and he pulled Steve onto the stage and down the hall to the dressing rooms.

"Uh...Mr Winter Soldier, sir...? If Natasha put you up to this I'm going to lose my mind." Steve stammered as the brunette dragged him.

"Black Widow didn't put me up to this. I'm just curious. I saw the way you were looking me over and the face you made whilst you did so. Why'd ya look at me like that?" Winter asked, sitting Steve down on a chair with his hands on Steve's shoulders. The blonde stared up at him, scared out of his mind.

"I dunno. It's a reflex to stare people over and memorize their features for me because I'm an artist. Maybe I wanted to draw you. You have amazing eyes you know." Steve babbled. Winter raised his eyebrows, causing Steve to cover his mouth at top speed to stop him from saying anything else to embarrass himself. Winter leaned back, crossing his arms. He'd pulled the leather jacket off and wore just the undershirt he had worn underneath the jacket and Steve couldn't help but notice how strong Winter was.

Steve blushed in the most undignified way, burying his flushed little face in his hands. Natasha poked her head in just as Winter had pulled his jacket off and saw Steve's response to that.

"Awww, wittle Steviekins has a giant crush on the Winter Soldier...how sweet..." Nat teased, causing Winter to blush and Steve to blush harder somehow.

"What the fuck, Natalia?!" Winter screeched, throwing a water bottle up in the air and kicking it towards the door. Nat caught it and closed the door behind her as she yelled a thank you.

"I don't know why Nat is so happy to announce what is going on in people's heads. Would she like it if that happened to her? Nope. But still she insists on doing it." Steve ranted, running his fingers through his hair.

"You're amusing, kid." Winter said, standing in the shower still wearing all of his clothes (minus the boots).

"I'm not a kid. I'm twenty three." Steve protested loudly over the sound of the shower.

"Whatever. I'm twenty five. You're still a kid." Winter shouted, brushing out his fake-ly matted hair and tying it into a ponytail after drying his hair. "I'm Bucky Barnes. Pleased to meet you." Winter said offering his human hand for Steve to shake.

"Steve. Steve Rogers." Steve replied, blushing as Bucky brushed his lips over his knuckles. Bucky behaved like a prince and a cocky bastard at the same time, but Steve crushed on him anyway.

"Steve. Cute name for a cute boy. Where are you going after this?" Bucky asked, his gravelly voice hardly a whisper.

"Sam and I had planned to go to Karaoke after getting a bite at Burger King. Why?" Steve asked cautiously. Bucky nodded thoughtfully and started to hunt down fresh clothes.

"It's been a while since I've been able to do what I want without being able to pass through as if I'm just nobody among other nobodies. I'm going to go with you. Think of it like something fun we can just do and then we don't have to know each other anymore." Bucky said, retreating behind a screen and throwing his wet clothes over the top.

"Oookaaaayyyy..." Steve trailed off, hiding his enthusiasm behind a skeptical mask. He gets to spend time with a hot guy with a great voice and pretty eyes!!