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Bucky had spent much of the 30s working the docks and fixing cars with his dad, and there wasn't a lot he didn't know his way around or couldn't figure out in a pinch. He'd fallen into the habit of helping Steve with his bikes too, and the quiet hours restoring old motorcycles together were some of the most peaceful of his life. Steve, however, was banned from ever so much as laying a finger on the plumbing, so that one fell to him.

It was probably a quick fix, a leaky faucet in the kitchen, and there was an open toolbox by his feet. He'd paused to take the ever-present gloves off and roll up the sleeves of the blue Henley. He still favored both to hide the metal arm when he was out, but most times it didn't even cross his mind when it was just Addie or Steve. It wasn't a tragedy if he got grease on his shirt, but it was still better to have his hands free.

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It was absolute madness waiting for Steve to catch on. Bucky had known they had their work cut out for them with Mr. Oblivious, but he hadn't anticipated the effect it would have on him. He'd been loving Steve and Addie from a distance for most of his life. This shouldn't be any different, but it was, the possibility of it somehow making it harder to stay quiet.

He knew Steve had noticed something was off. Despite being rather stupid about his feelings, he wasn't an idiot. He'd caught the occasional blush from him from some of their flirting, but it was harder than it used to be to tease him. He wasn't the innocent 30s kid who had never kissed a girl before. More often, he caught the slight frown between his brows, as though he were trying to work through a complicated problem. Bucky didn't know that they were aiming to confuse him, but it was something.

It was equally hard to keep his distance from Addie now that he knew how she felt. As much as he wanted to wait for Steve to be on board, to start this thing together with the three of them as it should be, he also wanted to kiss this gorgeous woman he'd been in love with for almost a century. They'd said goodnight to Steve, and he was on his way out too, lingering on the porch with a hand curved over her jaw. "On a scale of one to ten, how over the line is it if I kiss you goodnight?"