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Ever since you graduated highschool, you had gone Christmas shopping by yourself. It was like it was little tradition for yourself, going out, waiting in ridiculously long lines, and spending a ridiculous amount of money before you went home and slept for an ungodly amount of hours. Now, you had Bucky, and you were more than excited to take him on a shopping trip with you.

"Buck," You whispered, gently shaking his body. "C'mon, it's almost six, you gotta wake up, we'll lose our spot in the line." Your boyfriend groaned, throwing an arm over his face before his eyes creaked open. "'Morning sleepy head." You cooed softly, sitting on the side of the bed so you can place a kiss on his lips. "Why are you already dressed?" His voice rasped. "Because I told you, were going to shopping so we gotta go early. We're almost late." He turned his head to look the clock on his side table, a amused snort slipping from his lips before turning his attention back to you, his dark hair splayed out on the pillow.

"Late?" He playfully scoffed, sitting up in his hands, his bare chest exposed for your greedy eyes to see. "No amount of seducing is going to make me stay home. I've never missed a day of shopping, so either get up, I'm going without you." You said sternly, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his muscular and scrumptious body. You wanted nothing more than to lay back in bed with him, sharing your body heat, but duty called.

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up." He relented, throwing the covers from over his body.

The line that Bucky and you were standing in practically wrapped around the mall, and you were resisting the urge to tell Bucky 'I told you so' as you stood close to the front of the store. His arm was wrapped tight around your waist, protective mode turned all the way on as he stared— glared — at all of the people that were also standing anxiously around you. When Buck wasn't pampering you and practically drowning you in his affections, he looked intimidating, like a big bear with a tragic but serious case of resting bitch face. It was funny really, because you knew he wasnt like that at all, especially not when his long hair made him look so soft.

"Are you not cold?" He asked you as he pulled your full and warmth You just shrugged, "Not really." He was shaking slightly, and you bit back a smile. "I told you hun, you should've worn that puffer, but no, you had to go and wear your leather jacket." You looked up at him, a smirk on your face as you pecked his lips. "You're not as scary as you think you are James Buchanan Barnes." He squeezed your hip, pecking your lips too as he groaned your name. "You're going to be the death of me." You sent him a sweet smile before the announcements rang.

"Are you ready?" You asked him. He shook his head no, "Absolutely not."