Roswell (S. Rogers & B. Barnes)

28.

Bucky's a nervous wreck all day. All day. Every time he thinks he hears the door going or his phone, he basically jumps out of his skin. He's so nervous he cleaned. He doesn't clean. He doesn't usually clean, he hasn't since the 40's and he only did that cause Steve would get sick, so he used to clean everything just in case. Now he's doing it again through nerves and excitement. He can't sit still, he tried the gym but split too many bags that Tony sent him back to his apartment like a scolded child. Bucky's on his knees cleaning the kitchen floor when hears Steve and he almost trips up standing from the kitchen floor. He kicks the bucket across the floor and moves into the next room to wait for them. There is a bottle of champagne on the table with three glasses waiting for them, or a bottle of whiskey in the cupboard in case it's not good news. Bucky glances to the table and then to the door. Maybe he should sit. Is sitting better? He moves and takes a seat, resting his hand on the top of the table. He looks so awkward that it'll be clear something is going on. He leans back forcing himself to relax as the door opens, Steve is in first, hand held tightly in Roswell's, she's dressed in a green skater style dress that cuts off at her knees, it swings slightly as she moves.

"Hey, how was it?" Bucky asks keeping his voice even and calm even if inside he is screaming because she looks absolutely stunning. Steve sets her shoes by the door before shutting it behind them.

"Fun" Roswell answers pulling her jacket off her shoulders. "The gallery was amazing"

"Lots of dead stuff" Steve comments with a smile, Roswell shoots him a look.

"Admit it" she starts crossing her arms over her chest. "You enjoyed yourself"

"I did" Steve is quick to assures her. "But that had more to do with the beautiful woman on my arm and not the dead things hanging on the wall" Bucky laughs a little until Roswell shoots him a look and he stops. Steve moves to her and takes her arms in his hands. "Roswell" she turns back to him, his eyes warm. "As long as you enjoyed it"

"You know I did" she assures him softening. "Thank you" he kisses her softly and then pulls away to remove his own jacket, Roswell turns to Bucky, her eyes finding the champagne. "Date?" Roswell asks motioning to the bottle, Bucky shakes his head.

"No, no....it's for us" Bucky corrects, Roswell raises an eyebrow at him, Bucky leans over and grabs the bottle to open it, Roswell looks to Steve who kisses her head and leads her towards the table to join Bucky. She takes the seat on Bucky's left and Steve takes the one on her other side. Bucky pours them each a glass. Both men ignore the curious glances from Roswell, because, of course, she knows something is up.

"Here" Steve reminds Roswell as he sets a gift wrapped box in her lap, her eyes light up and she touches his hand before setting the box in front of Bucky, he frowns and looks to her as Steve takes two glasses and pulls them closer to him and Roswell.

"What's this?" he asks.

"It's for you" she answers. He raises an eyebrow and pulls the box closer.

"Why?" he draws out slightly.

"Because no one should get nothing on Valentine's day" she answers and then bounces in her seat a little. "Open it" Bucky is still staring at her; because how could she get better, how could she prove to him that she's any more perfect, and then she does this.

"Come on, jerk, we don't have all night" Steve teases taking Roswell's hand on the table. Bucky looks down at his gift before gently ripping into it to reveal a small black box under all the paper. Lifting the lid he peers inside the inside of the box and he's surprised and touched. Inside the box, all nestled and neat in red and silver tissue paper is a new combat knife.

"Do you like it?" she asks him, Bucky lifts his eyes from the blade and to her. "It's an Abraham & Moses Goodman special operations combat fixed blade knife 5.625' PD1 Nano black drop point, desert dirt G10 handle, with an aluminum sheath of the future" she beams at him, Bucky is gaping at her, because that is honestly, by far, the hottest thing that she has ever said to him. Steve holds onto Roswell's hand tighter because honestly, him too. "You've been talking about getting back out there, and with Tony working on your new arm and you started training again, I thought a new blade might be nice, new blade for a new you..." she rambles a little, very subconscious about her gift.