“Your birthday,” I repeated impatiently. “When is it?”
Bucky’s steel blue eyes regarded me warily, his shoulders tense. “March 10th…” he replied cautiously. “Why?
I smiled smugly to myself at the new information, and replied with a singing lilt to my satisfied voice. “No reason~” I stood up, pecked his forehead affectionately, then walked out happily, leaving him staring at the back of my head in disbelief.
I spent the following month or so tracking down certain items and parts, all the while trying to avoid FRODAY’s cameras, Tony, and Bucky, which meant I spent most if not all my free time in my room. Things got a little difficult when I was tracking down Bucky’s silencer. According to the museum, it was lost at a battle in Europe. When I got there, however, it turned out to be one of the factories that Steve had blown up, so naturally there was metal EVERY