"Oh, yeah? I'm not sorry to hear it," Bucky says with a pleased chuckle, staring down at her as he curls his hands over hers where they rest against his chest. They're blocking part of the sidewalk, surely, but Bucky doesn't care. He couldn't look away from her if tried.

"Do you want to come over for a little bit?" He asks in a low murmur, leaning in to give her another soft kiss. If she comes over, she can stay as long as she'd like, but he never wants her to feel obligated to stay. "Because I really wish we weren't on a busy street right now."

He wants to be alone with her, because she's looking at him in that way that seems to be reserved for only him, and he wants to kiss her, hold her, maybe touch her in ways that he can't do in public.