Steve 

I sat on my desk at the university, working on completing a rough draft illustration of the Warzone Secrets performing. I already knew that there would be several different versions of this rough draft in final form(black and white, reverse color scheme, in blueish hues, etc...) and that it was going to be amazing. Bucky had invited himself to my studio for the day and was watching me with interest.

"Bucky, you don't have to just sit there and watch me do art. I don't do speed painting, so it's just gonna look like Bob Ross, minus the commentary and the happy little trees. I can give you a map of campus and you can go hang out in the library if you want. The science building has an aquarium full of really colorful fish and some other cool animals. There's an art gallery downstairs... The psychology building has some interesting people in there that are fun to talk to... My friend, Tony, works in the tech building. Nat should be in the gym with her new romantic interest, Clint. Wanda works in the language building with Vi... Pietro might be here, I dunno. Just please stop staring at me. I can't consentrate with you burning a hole in the top of my head, using only your eyes." I muttered, scrunching my nose at him.

"Can I try to do art too?" Bucky asked, studying me from under the bill of his baseball hat. I stared at him for a few moments before putting my pencil down and digging through a stack of art journals for an unused drawing pad. I handed it to him and went to go hunt down a pencil with a sharp tip AND an eraser(I'm sure any of you guys who do art understand how rare it is to have an eraser on the end of the pencil). I gave him a pencil that I found and a knead-able eraser out of my lack of care when I couldn't for the life of me find a pencil that did have an eraser.

"Let me take your jacket and hat, Buck, you can stay awhile." I said tiredly, rubbing my eyes. Bucky gently pulled his metal arm out of his jacket and handed it to me before giving me his navy blue baseball cap. I hung them up and resumed drawing.

Twenty minutes later, Bucky sighed and shifted on the surface he was sitting on, holding the art pad out in front of him so he could see the whole thing. I had just finished my rough draft and was starting to copy it onto a piece of card stock so I could paint it.

"So, watcha drawin, Buck?" I asked slowly as I worked on finding the right paints.

"I dunno..." Bucky said hesitantly. He smiled at me when I looked over at him before saying: "Ya hafta wait till I'm done with it before I show ya."

I grinned back. "Then you don't get to see mine till it's done either." I said, pulling a mischievous pose in front of the paint drawers. Bucky's cheeks went a nice shade of scarlet and he looked down at his feet.

"No fair." He whispered.

A/N: So, I have established that Bucky loves to hang out with Steve and hinted that Bucky might like the smaller boy. How do y'all feel bout that? I am a fucking zombie at the moment because I didn't go to sleep until 1 am and I was half asleep when I wrote this, so if there are any grammatical errors or misspelled words, just know that I am not at the top of my game and am desperately in need of some sort of coffee. Enjoy.😸As for me, I am going to take a well-deserved nap. Good night, y'all.💤😴