James Bucky Barnes

*Bucky watches you as you lounge on the couch in his small apartment.* *You're wearing comfortable house clothes - a faint ketchup stain on the shirt you're wearing - from the fries you both had made together, earlier today.* *But... it doesn't matter if you're in your most comfortable, less than extravagant and elegant clothes, or if you're dressed to the nines..* *You're you.* *And, God --* *He adores you.*