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Bucky loves John's smile.
The smile he makes when he is up to no good.
The smile he makes when he is eating Yelena's pryaniki.
The smile he makes when Bucky is saying the most outdated thing, that John would think it's outrageous.
But right now, Bucky wasn't liking at all that John was smiling at his biker friends.
And even when Bucky knew he shouldn't feel like this, it didn't stop him.
Bucky leaned more against the railing.
He watched how John laughed.
How the ones around him also laughed, bumping into John.
Bucky could feel his own face frowning.
What was with them invading John's space?
Bucky wanted to go over there and push them away, but he wouldn't do that. Not risking John getting mad at him for talking bad to his friends.
So what Bucky was doing was just doing his best at glaring at them. If he was lucky, they would start to feel chills.
With time and slowly, everyone went back to riding their own cycles.
There was this woman that tried to always be near John.
Doing similar tricks or the same route.
Bucky wasn’t sure if she was just a rival or had a crush on him.
Bucky rolled his eyes.
“What’s up?”
John had just arrived from going around the park; there was sweat on his temple, and his hair was sticking.
Bucky looked at the helmet hanging on the handlebar. It was full of scratches, with a bump clearly at the side.
“Nothing”
John smirked. Eyebrows up.
“Yeah, right. You had been making this long face the whole time. I told you that if you didn’t want to come, you didn’t ne…”
“It’s not that.”
Bucky interrupted John.
“Then, what is it?”
“Just…”
Bucky didn’t finish the sentence; he only looked up to the guys riding in front of them.
John looked at what Bucky’s gaze was on, then he went to look back at Bucky.
“Babe, don’t tell… Are you jealous?”
Bucky’s eyes widened; he turned his head.
John wasn’t smirking anymore, but his expression was soft, almost understanding.
He left the cycle resting next to the car. His hands flew to Bucky’s face, pressing his cheeks.
“They are just friends. And they know I fucking love you, so there is no need to be jealous.”
Bucky sighed.
“I know, but I don’t like how they are so close to you.”
John’s smile started to appear again.
“Should I keep them at my arm’s length?”
“Is that an option?”
John pinched Bucky’s right cheek.
“Auch, you were the one who suggested it.”
“Don’t take it so seriously. There is no need for that, and even if by any chance one of them were trying to hit on me, I would say no and get some distance.”
Bucky smiled and gave John a rapid, chaste kiss on the lips.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The sun was doing wonders at brightening John's face.
Fuck.
And that smile.
Bucky loved it.
But he loved it more when it was directed to him.