The paparazzi aren't out today, luckily, because there's just enough of a breeze to keep them off the beach and even though his car is distinctive, it's just not worth the effort. Bucky is pretty glad for that because he doesn't get to do a lot of private things when he's out in public.

"Matches my eyes? Ms. Romanoff, I believe you complimented me. I'm gonna have to write that in my diary for today," he teases, flashing her a broad grin. Maybe he shouldn't be flirting since they decided to just be friends but he just can't help himself where she's concerned. He looks at her and he's filled with aching want no matter how much he's tried to push that away.

"So he just showed up like nothing ever happened? Whatever possessed him to do that shit?"