It had now been 4 years since Bucky had overcome the Winter Soldier, and it's been even longer since hes felt this warmth in his chest. He tried not to be obvious…key word tried. He sat at the bar in the lounge, the cool glass of whiskey doing little to calm his nerves or the rising heat of his body. He couldnt take his eyes off you, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't flirted in decades. And if he was being honest, he hasn’t gotten any kind of romantic action in decades. Not that it was his fault.