A/N: 12 Days of Christmas starring Bucky Barnes x Reader, shall we 

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You hear the jiggle of keys on the lock then the door opening, its soft creek muffled.

"Bucky?" you shout.

"Hey, doll!" he shouts back. "I'm home!"

"I've noticed. Hum, just so you know," you say as you hear footsteps on the hall approaching the bedroom, "I'm kind of stuck in the Christmas lights."

Bucky pokes his head inside just as you finish talking and as soon as his eyes lands on your figure, on the floor, wrapped from to toe in Christmas lights, he bursts out laughing.

He falls to his knees, clutching his stomach and trying to keep his balance. Which he fails and lands entirely on the ground with a thump.

"H-how did you manage... to... get tan-tangled up... in Chris-tmas lights?" he wheezes out, his eyes shining from tears of laughter.

"I hate those things," you grumble. "You said you liked them and I can see there are pretty, so I wanted to put them up as part of our decoration. I just didn't count on having so many. Buck, why do we have so many lights? We could decorate the entire Compound with them."

It's true, you have some pairs of lights wounded around your body.

Bucky crawls toward you, where he drops on his stomach once he reaches his face leveled with yours.

"Because we never get to detangle the ones we already got, so we end up buying another set," he explains. "Plus, we do keep the ones that we use at the Compound here, for some reason Stark convinced us about."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

You both lay on the ground for some time before you softly ask.

"Hey, Bucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Think you can help me out here?"

He startles and immediately shuffles closer.

"Sure."