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icyymocha · 3 years

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With You

Warnings: Fluff, Angst if you squint, mentions of character deaths

Word Count: 3,879

Passing through the busy day of New York City in Manhattan. The harsh cold winds clouded the sun, making the sky diminished. Steve passes through crowded streets, running late on a Wednesday, to the meeting he and his two best friends had planned. Clouds of ice-cold air follow shortly with him as he huffs and pants. Steve didn’t think his daily morning running would take longer than usual and now he regrets doing it, knowing full well Bucky and Sam would tease him about being late. Many, ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘Excuse me,’ ‘Sorry!’ repeats almost like a broken record. Steve would have opted to jump on buildings or his motorcycle but he was an idiot. He thought he could get away with passing time as he walked and enjoyed the new surroundings of New York City that had overwhelmed him because it was so, so different. He was different. But Time beat him faster.

Steve racked his brain for any possible quicker ways to get through Manhattan. Vaguely, does he remember Tony telling him every shortcut of New York City, and whenever he needs a quick lift—always take the shortcut to the freeway. Sooner than later, he was already on the freeway thanks to his super-soldier serum. Running past even more crowded groups, he locked eyes with someone else. For a moment, time stopped and Steve felt like his whole body was already filled with warmth. No… It can’t be…. The stranger’s eyes widen as well as if they read his thoughts as well. Steve shook his head. He must’ve been hallucinating. Besides, he would’ve dealt with it later as he was past the late marking point of his meeting with his friends.

But, something inside of him told him to look back. Looking back, Steve looked at the stranger again. Sensing his stare, they bore into his eyes. There it was. That warmth again. It trickled down his back, feeling the tingling sensation when he was welcomed back home again by his mom back in the ’40s. The same warmth when his mom made him his favorite sweets as she covered him in a blanket, a home where she knew he would be the safest. When all Steve knew was the oven’s warmth and the sweet aroma fueled with baked pastries. It felt like home again.

His feet carried on by themselves, walking towards the stranger. His mouth was dried up and his body ignited something within him, standing in front of them. Steve wondered if this stranger felt the same warmth he felt. He tried to speak but the words were all jumbled up in his throat. His mind was racing with millions of possibilities. A small hope that this stranger was his soulmates. Before any words were spilled from Steve’s mouth, the stranger beat him by a millisecond.

“Do...Do you feel it too?” they whispered, almost if they said it too loudly, Steve would’ve disappeared; A small hope glimmered in their eyes. Nodding his head, Steve chuckled shakily. The stranger’s eyes widened again before narrowing their eyes. “Oh? Then what does it felt like?” They quizzed. Steve understood why they were suspicious but deep down, he felt slightly hurt that his possible soulmate doesn’t trust him. Steve took a shaky breath before clearing his throat.

“It—it felt like coming home to the smell of baked goods. The warm feeling when your mom bakes it for you, knowing you had a bad day, and having a soft blanket wrapped around you. It’s the only place you feel the safest in. It felt like home.” Steve said in one breath. Their hardened eyes softened at his (tears swelled in their eyes). Steve’s breath hitched when the stranger places their hand on his face, caressing it lovingly. The warmth flared and cooled down instantly. “It’s you. Oh my god, I found my soulmate...I-” They choked out. Steve smiled, having a few tears slip out. His soulmate noticed and gently swiped the tears away. “It’s me, don’t worry,” he reassured in a hushed tone. "We really did find each other in such odd timing, didn’t we,” the stranger joked. Steve chuckled.

“My name’s y/n l/n, your soulmate,” y/n answered. Grabbing their hand, Steve planted a kiss on the back of their hand. “My name’s Steve Rogers. It’s a pleasure to finally meet my soulmate,” Steve said, charming his way to their heart with ease. He felt the warmth again, only this time it has gotten hotter when his soulmate blushed. “Such a gentleman,” they said quietly.

It felt way too good to be in the presence of his soulmate but just when things started to be on Steve’s side. He was already sinking back to reality. Steve’s eyes widened. He had forgotten all about his day with Bucky and Sam. But, having found his soulmate in the oddest places, he contemplated his decisions. Sensing his panic, y/n decided to grab a pen out of their coat. Steve looked at them questioningly. What are they doing— oh.

Why didn’t he thought about that?

Finishing writing their number inside Steve’s palm, they smiled teasingly. Steve’s face was flustered. “I hate to cut this short, but dinner at 9? Well— if you’re up for it, I know our lives could be-” Steve was cut off when y/n kissed his cheek. He raised his eyebrows; the blush deepened...

“Meet me at the Avengers tower—or uh I mean, the Stark Tower?” Steve stutters. Y/n raised their eyebrows before nodding.

“I’d like that,” their lips quirked up with the idea of going on a date with their soulmate. They quickly let go of Steve’s embrace before waving goodbye. Steve frowned at the loss of contact and the loss of the warmth he was already getting used to. Nonetheless, he quickly bid his goodbye and ran past the freeway.

After what felt like hours had passed (which was Steve’s fault) Bucky and Sam saw a broad figure running towards him. Finally.

“You’re late Steve,” Bucky grumbled

“No need to point out, captain obvious,” Sam rolled his eyes, hating every second he's with Bucky. (Secretly he enjoys the super soldier’s company). Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve panted and grinned sheepishly.

“‘sorry, I got caught up in my daily morning runs, I didn’t keep track of how much time I spent wandering around New York. I also found my soulmate—“

“YOU FOUND YOUR WHAT NOW” Oh, now both of his best friends are interested in what he has to say right now. Steve rolled his eyes, annoyed he was cut off.

“I found my soulmate” Steve deadpanned. Bucky and Sam’s jaws dropped open. The shock was an understatement. But finding your soulmate is difficult because they could be anywhere around the world.

“Man, you’re so lucky” Sam complimented. He crossed his arms as he looked away. Bucky snorted. Sam looked back and glared at Bucky. Steve tilted his head, confused. “Sam is just being a baby that we both found our soulmates,” Bucky smirked. Narrowly dodging Sam’s weak attempts of punches. Steve's face turned in O. He patted Sam’s back in sympathy. “Don’t worry Sam, it’s not too late to find your soulmate,” Steve reassured. Sam locked eyes with him before grumbling ‘yeah, you’re right.’

“Where is your soulmate right now Steve?” Bucky questioned. His intense staring gets Steve a bit uncomfortable.

“I, uh, left them on the freeway hurriedly trying to meet you guys.” Steve coughed awkwardly.

Cue, an awkward tension between the three men’s

“WHAT!?!” They both said in unison

“WHY’D YOU LEFT THEM STEVE???”

“MAN, I DIDN’T THINK YOU BE THAT STUPID”

“Guys…”

“YOU COULD’VE TOLD US ABOUT IT”

“WE WOULD’VE BEEN FINE WITHOUT YOU”

“GUYS!” Steve shouted. Bucky and Sam’s eyes widened before shutting up. Steve frowned.

“I know I left them, but we’d agree to meet up at Stark Tower or rather the Avengers tower? for dinner at 9,” He explained. Another awkward silence.

“But uh, I don't know where to take them for dinner…” Steve’s hands snaking up to his neck as he looks away from the two men. Bucky and Sam mentally facepalmed.

“I knew you always sucked at planning dates, Steve”

“Although I don’t like to admit it, Bucky is right,”

Steve sighed. He’s gonna regret saying this.

“Well don’t you help me plan it?” Steve asked. The ex-assassin and the avenger looked at each other with a knowing look. They glanced at Steve with a mischievous smile—err smirk.

“Don’t worry Punk, we’ll help out” Bucky smirked

“Yeah, you can always count on us,” Sam said with a Cheshire smile

And Steve is already regretting his day

Night had just settled in and the three men were arguing. You see, Bucky was irritated at his best friend who wasn’t coming out of the bedroom. He fought tooth and nail to get Steve to wear something he thought would suit him. Sam and Bucky were arguing about where Steve should take his soulmate out for dinner. The rest of the avengers were betting how much it would take for the three men to bear at each other’s throat; especially Bucky and Sam.

Natasha had enough. She stood up and sneaked behind Sam as she pulled him by the ear. She also pulled Bucky by the ear as well. Both men didn’t dare to do anything knowing full well what Natasha is capable of. She scowled at them before scolding them.

Steve peaked his head out of the hallway only seeing Bucky and Sam getting an earful from Natasha and the others holding. He cleared his throat for everyone to have their attention on him. A lot of eyes were on Steve. He felt shy under their stares. Nonetheless, Steve had his hair done, nearly swept. He had a button-down flannel shirt, his sleeves rolled out and tucked into his dark denim jeans. And his classical leather jacket neatly folded in his arms.

“How do I look?” He questioned, twirling around to give them a better view of his outfit. His boots clanking thudding on the carpets. Many wolf whistles and claps were heard in the living room.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re one good looking man Steve,” Sam whistled, others agreeing with his statement

Steve gave a bashful smile. Shying away from the compliments. Tony came up to him, handing him two VIP cards. He looked at the billionaire bemused.

“VIP cards for this one dinner that’s styled from the ‘40s. Thought you might like it Capsule,” Tony grinned while Steve shoved him playfully. But Steve softened his gaze at Tony and thanked him. Tony waves as if it was nothing “Besides, my idea was better than any of the two brain rots of a bird brain and Manchurian Candidate,” Tony gave a smug look at Bucky and Sam, jokingly goes behind Natasha when he saw the small twitch of movement in Bucky’s foot while Sam glared at him.

Mr. Rogers, there’s someone named y/n outside waiting for you. They said you made plans with them for dinner. Friday chimes in.

It’s time, Steve thought. Everyone gave him a thumbs up and Steve walked towards the exit of the elevator.

“WAIT—“ Bucky hollered

Steve halts his movements, looking at Bucky who hastily grabbed the bouquet of roses. He gave Steve a cheeky smile. Steve thanked him and hustled outside. It took a few minutes for the elevator to come front, but he was there. Stepping out of the front door of the tower, he tapped y/n’s shoulder. The bouquet of roses behind his back. Y/n turned around to see who it was and beamed when it was their soulmate. That warmth comforted Steve. He felt his body get warm once more before it cooled.

“Hey there handsome,” they purred,

“What ’cha got there?” They asked, peeking behind his back. Steve shuffled, adjusting the bouquet so they wouldn't see it. After a moment of struggle, he decided to just show them.

“Here, it’s for you,” He handed the bouquet of roses in their direction. You held a moment of a surprise then an amusing smile appeared on your lips.

“Old fashion huh? Awe, I like it” you said teasingly, before sniffing the sweet aroma of roses. Steve grinned ear to ear, happy to know that you liked it the old-fashioned way. He held out his arm for you, waiting for your permission.

“You are such a gentleman,” you replied, linking your arm with his. The other hand holding the bouquet.

“I tried my best,” He replied coyly, heading to the desired destination for their date.

Soon enough times flew very quickly. The couple was walking under the moonlight after a wonderful dinner date that Tony reserved for them. As they were walking, Steve couldn’t help but take glances at them. The way the moonlight shines on them, their eyes sparkling as they talk about something they’re passionate about. How happy they sounded, the way their hand moves to empathize their emotions and feelings. They were such a beauty. Compared to the stars, they were the ones who shined brighter.

“Steve?....” Y/n waved a hand in front of Steve’s vision. Breaking out of his thoughts, he gave them a small smile.

“My apologies, you’re just beautiful I couldn’t help but pay attention to your beauty,” Steve apologized. Loving the way, their face flushed as red as their lipstick. How bashful they get whenever he compliments them. When their breath hitches and looks away from him. He can see their ears are bright red. Steve thinks he likes this look on them. No, he knows he loves it deep down inside.

“Would you like me to take you home?”

“No no it’s okay, you’ve done enough Steve,” they replied. Waving their hand as if it was nothing.

Steve held a worried look. He was concerned that something might happen to his soulmate. It was late, to begin with, midnight at its finest—anyone or anything could hurt them and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t have that. He doesn’t want to think of the possibilities that might happen to them; he’ll probably blame it on himself if anything happens to you

Seeing his concerned look, you caved in. You’d be lying if you didn’t like the way his little pout and when his brow burrows concentrated and waiting for you to change your mind. He was like a golden retriever. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Alright, you win” you sighed quietly. Your lips twitching upwards when Steve gave you a huge grin and couldn’t help but laugh when he kissed the back of your hand dramatically. Moments later, both of you were standing in front of the door, savoring the quiet moment between the two of you. You study how his blue eyes have different shades of blue; how it gets lighter when he talks about his hobbies and friends and Bucky? And how his eyes darkened whenever he doesn’t like something or the stress of being an avenger.

“I guess this is goodbye?” You frowned but quickly smiled, looking up at the blonde man

“Yeah, I guess so…” Steve towered over you. Hovering inches away from your face. He glanced at your lips then back to your eyes asking for permission. Nodding your head; afraid of using your voice. Granting your permission, he took your chin and softly kissed you. You fluttered eyes closed as you wrap your eyes around his neck, his arms snaking up to wrap around your waist. It was passionate and delicate.

You both break apart to breathe. Once again looking up into his blue eyes, a clear light blue brightens with satisfaction.

“Wow,” he whispered breathily. His whole body erupted in euphoria just from one kiss

“...Yeah” you chuckled. Chest heaving as you gave him one last peck, turning to open your door.

As you went in, you peaked your head out of the door.

“See you soon?” You asked, giving the super-soldier one last smile, the blonde nodded eagerly

“Yeah, see you soon darling” Steve smiled sweetly, bidding his goodbye to you, you closed your door.

Y/n slid down as soon as they locked their front door. Blushing fiercely, they can still feel the kiss still tingling on their lips, as they grin from ear to ear. Happiness bubbling inside of their stomach and tears swelling up in their eyes. They can feel Steve’s warmth radiating on their body, like a warm blanket wrapped around them. His warmth never left theirs.

As for Steve….

He gushed about it in his diary, happy to know that he can still feel the warmth of his soulmate and the sensation of their soft lips against his. His hands were shaking as he tried to write in his diary, too happy to write anymore. The ink spilled as the door slammed open. Steve glared at the intruders in his bedroom. There and behold were the avengers and two smug best friends of his.

“So? How did it go?” Bucky asks, wiggling his eyebrows at Steve,

“Did you guys do the dirty?” Tony smirked, only to get a smack against the head by Natasha. “Jesus Tony, can you not?” Nat complained. Tony rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue

Steve sighed. He knew this would happen.

“It went wonderful,” Steve said with a dreamy sigh

Steve couldn’t bear to scold them as he was too caught up in his head. “See you soon?” You had asked him, that smile of yours. The way it made your eyes crinkled and how your hair fell and framed your face perfectly. It was captivating. You were just so beautiful. Steve knew he had to plan another date with you and so on. He just knew he had to.

“And we lost him. Steve is too far gone on cloud nine,” Sam laughed, the rest agreed with him as they all laughed as well.

Before you or Steve know it. Years have passed by quickly and it went on from two dates, then thrice, then fourth, and so on. You and Steve were still dating after all the chaos of aliens, robots, wizards, and Hydra was taking over. The couple couldn’t be more grateful that you both had survived for this long. After all the hardships, fights and arguments, sad moments, and happy memories. You both are still here today.

After bringing you and everyone back from the snap, almost everyone had gotten their happy endings. All of you shed tears for the most utterly bravest people of them all. Tony Edward Stark and Natalie Romanoff. They were both of you and Steve’s greatest friends, and closest as family. It was heartbreaking. They sacrificed themselves just to save the world, and you’ll be damned if anyone says they aren’t worthy. They’re the most worthy people you could’ve ever met and you’re so grateful for the memories you had made with Tony and Natasha. They were like your brother and sister you never had.

After the funerals for Tony and Nat, everyone parted ways but still kept in touch with anyone, especially if it meant they needed to come together to save the world. The Stark family still wept with sadness but continued on Tony and Iron Man’s legacies as he would’ve wanted. Thor and Bruce created their place in their new home with Valkyrie as the new queen of New Asgard. Nick Fury, Captain Marvel, and everyone else went back to work for shield or finding their own superhero path. Bucky got the best therapist he needs, yet he still works by Sam’s and your guys’ side. Sam became an avenger. He and Bucky begin helping each other with the case of super soldiers that may be related to Hydra. Steve had asked if they needed help but they continually rejected his offer.

“Punk you need to help out with your wife, you have a third kid coming soon” Bucky exasperated, Sam nodding along as well.

“He’s right. Bucky and I can handle it” Sam said

Steve raised an eyebrow at the two men, knowing both men will tear at each other’s throat most of the time

“Okay, most of the time we can handle it,” Sam rolled his eyes at Steve’s questioning

You giggled

“Alright, but you both know where to find us right?” you smiled. They both nodded. You looked at Steve and nudged his side, one hand on your noticeably bump

“C’mon big guy, we don’t want our two kids burning the kitchen down, don’t we? We know what happened like last time?” You eye-side at Sam and Bucky. They both surrender with their hands up jokingly. Steve chuckled

“Alright, let’s go home, darling,”

Shortly, you guys made it home. Both of you collapsed on the couch, exhausted. The small patter of feet came running and Steve groaned at the extra weight on him. He peeked one eye open only to see his two children.

They both smiled mischievously. Your son has Steve’s hair and eyes while he has your smile and nose. While your daughter was quite the opposite; she had your hair and nose, and has Steve’s eyes and smile. They were both beautiful. After all, you and Steve created them both. The two kids tucked in their respective spot; Sarah next to her father, and James carefully next to his mother. The precious moment was peaceful and quiet. Until Steve decided to break it.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy, I told you it’s fate,”

“Remember that day as I lay here with you? When I met you—my soulmate, in such odd timing in New York? ‘So happy you weren’t busy, I’m glad that you stayed with me after all these times”

“You know, I still feel the same,” You told him. Steve nodded.

“Yeah...I still feel the same warmth you brought here for me,”

“I still love you, and I always will—hey, I know I know, I love you too kiddos. Even you who’s not born yet .” Steve uttered, full of love and adoration as he looked at the kids and you and your growing belly. Being pregnant, you were emotional. But you didn’t care as tears slipped. Steve wiped the tears, cradling your face. Your daughter and son tried comforting you by hugging you. You laughed and kissed your son and your daughter.

“And I still love you—I will always love you and the kids, Steve” You replied. Kissing Steve in return. (Ignoring the way your kids groan and complain).

The couple laughed at their kids' antics. Steve watched the way his daughter and son cuddled with his wife. His gaze was relaxed and soft.

A family with you and three kids. This is all Steve ever wanted. All he ever needed. Before it was just two hearts on a cold street. But now, he has you, his kids, and another one coming so soon. For you and the kids, he would travel to outer space and take a bullet to the heart just to keep his little family safe. For you and the kids—Steve would do anything for you. To protect what he loves the most.

As long as he’s with you, he can accomplish anything.

For you…

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icyymocha · 3 years

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Flowers

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 2,282k

It was spring. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing to their heart’s content. New York felt alive and colorful. Meaning lots of flowers and lots of spring cleaning. There was someone who wasn’t very fond of spring, flowers nor spring cleaning. Bucky grumbled out of bed, hiding his face in his pillow as Steve opened the curtains.

“Wake up Buck, it’s spring cleaning week,” Steve said almost too joyfully. Hearing no response on Bucky’s end, Steve’s eyes glint with mischief. Sensing his best friend’s mischief, Bucky groaned.

“Don’t you fucking dare”

“Too late!” Steve ripped the blanket covers away from Bucky and hopped on his back. Steve laid on him with his full weight. Bucky groaned even more.

“What the fuck Steve!?!” Bucky huffed. Both men were full of muscles, Bucky thought Steve weighed more. Steve immediately protests that Bucky goes to the gym a lot more than him—to which Bucky denies too quickly.

“Language!—Hey, I will only get off of you if you get ready for spring cleaning” Steve said, smiling at the noises of protests from his best friend.

“You can even help out Y/N with the flower arrangement for the spring day festival Tony is doing for charity” Steve smirked as he suggested this idea. Instantaneously, Bucky shut up. He outweighed his pros and cons. On the pro side, if he does get up, Bucky and y/n can hang out alone while helping her with the flower arrangement. Just the two of them. But on the other hand on the con side, he would have to do his duties with spring cleaning. He knew Steve would suggest this after a lot of annoyance on Steve’s part for Bucky to spill out of how much a big crush he has on y/n. He mentally sighed. Fuck it.

“Fine but get off me” Bucky grumbled. Steve cheered—laughing as Bucky flipped him off. Bucky begrudgingly gets out of bed, and yawns. His long hair was messy, his ponytail long gone from the restless movements during his sleep.

“Get ready and eat breakfast then I’ll see you at the cleaning supplies room at 10 Buckaroo!” Steve snickered. Dodging at the things that were thrown in his way.

“You really should stop hanging out with Tony, you’re beginning to act like him now!” Bucky complained, watching as Steve closes the door behind. Only for Steve to stick out his tongue before leaving.

He rolled his eyes. Oh, the things he does for him.

Many minutes passed and Bucky instantly regretted his decision. So many people passed by, some were still cautious about him, others decided to be braved and gave him a flower bouquet.

He found Steve on the fourth floor inside the cleaning supplies room. Seeing as Steve was checking off things in his notebook he carries, Bucky cleared his throat. Steve jumped and sighed in relief.

“You know for someone who has super-soldier serum, you’re still the same punk who’s always jumpy” Bucky smirked. Steve rolled his eyes before seeing the gifts in Buck’s arms. Steve grinned at Bucky’s grimace. Plucking out the flower bouquet from him, Steve put it in a vase. Filling it up with water as he does so.

“Can we get going now?” Bucky said impatiently, tapping his foot to get Steve’s attention. Steve laughed.

“Impatient are we? Don’t worry your head off, you’ll get to see them if you start mopping the floors,” Steve grinned from ear to ear. Bucky growled. With swift movements, Bucky grabbed the mop and stomped away from Steve’s incredulous laughter. His whole face was burning red like a rose.

It took hours for Steve and Bucky to clean the whole Avengers tower but they managed to clean and mop every dirt there was. Tony came into the entrance of the living room, his jaw dropped. The whole tower was sparkling white. Every bit of dirt was cleaned off. He hadn’t seen the tower this clean in such a long time. Hell, even the couch was replaced with a new leather one!

“Wow,” Tony said in amazement

Someone laughed at him, nudging him out the way gently.

“Careful Tony, you might catch flies if your mouth is opened like that,” y/n teased.

Tony got out of his trance and rolled his eyes. He cheekily smiled at them, “well, I can’t help but look how clean my baby is!”

Y/n laughed, as she looked stunned at how clean it was. It was clean but never this sparky clean. A voice cleared their throat making Tony and y/n turn their heads to the sound.

“It was me and Steve who did all the cleaning,” Bucky said quietly. Lips quirking ever so slightly and ears turning pink at their shocked faces. Tony whistled.

“I better have Friday earn you and Steve a whole month of cleaning for the next time spring cleaning comes around next year!” Tony said jokingly

On it Mr. Stark. Next spring cleaning, Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers will both getting the job off for the whole month the next time spring cleaning comes around next year

Friday spoke up

All three jumped at the hearing of Friday’s voice. Tony turned around at the camera above them in the corner of the living room. Glaring at someone?

“I didn’t mean that Friday! I was only being sarcastic” Tony glared at the camera looking up and down at him. The camera mockingly turns on and off as a way for Friday to roll her eyes. Tony gasped dramatically, putting his hands to his chest as if he had a stroke.

“Also Friday! Can you add me to the list as well? You and I think we both deserve to have time for ourselves right?” Y/n smirked at Tony before glancing at the camera above them

He accusingly pointed a finger. “If you add y/n to that list, I will put you in time out Friday”

Already on it, y/n. Y/n is now on the list for the day off for spring cleaning next year, Mr. Stark.

Tony sighed while Y/n laughed out loudly and Bucky chuckling. Tony rolled his eyes at the two assassins.

“Anyways, it was nice talking to you y/n, and thank you for not having Pepper blow up in my face. Thanks to you, I’m not dead at least yet—oh don’t raise your eyebrows at me! At least you reminded me about Pepper and I’s upcoming date this weekend!” Tony whined

Y/n shook their head. “Don’t you have a charity meeting with Rhodes and Pepper right now?” They smirked as they watched Tony’s face paled

“Uh-you-I, yes I do not—I mean I do have a charity meeting with Rhodes and Pepper. Holy shit I’m late” Y/n laughed again watching Tony scurry away to get ready for the next chew-out lecture Rhodes and Pepper have to say for being late.

Bucky smiled watching the scene unfold. The little crinkle their eyes would crease when they laugh, and the way their eyes sparkled when they tease their friends. It was cute.

“Bucky???” Y/n waved a hand in front of Bucky, snapping him out of his thoughts. He held a pink hue to his face as he coughed awkwardly

“Sorry” he mumbled out, eyes anywhere but theirs. They chuckled waving it off

“Anyways, are you ready to help me with the flower arrangement for the charity festival? Steve said yesterday that you had said yes in helping me out?” They smiled while they walked towards the elevator

Him? Saying yes to their request? Bucky doesn’t recall saying yes to them yesterday. Wait, they mentioned Steve—wait, did he plan this whole thing out? Steve… that son of a b—

“Bucky, did you listen to anything I had said?” They asked as they stepped out of the elevator. Bucky bit his lip. Should I play dumb?

“Uh, what plan?” Not that dumb you idiot.

Y/n giggled

“It’s fine, I can just tell you when we get there” they grinned, jumping up and down. You see, y/n also has this huge crush on Bucky, but they’ve been keeping it down so they don’t scare him away.

“Uh Alright then” Hands rubbing up the back of his neck, as Bucky walked beside them awkwardly

“Here we are!” Opening the door, the building was huge. Tony outdid himself for this spring festival that’s for sure Bucky thought. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw boxes in a nearby corner. Bucky walked towards the boxes, opening them. Inside of them was full of beautiful smells he had smelled. Inside were tons of flowers. They were all so colorful. An idea formed in his head. If maybe… maybe if he gave them their favorite flower, would they take it? Ah, what was their favorite flower again? Oh, right! He skimmed across all the flowers in the boxes, picking a certain bouquet. A bouquet was full of lilies and roses.

He grinned to himself. Stepping away full of the wonderful smell of colorful flowers. He sneaked behind y/n with the bouquet behind his back.

“And ohh, maybe we could add a few roses hanging oomf…” y/n bumped into Bucky. Feeling embarrassed, you stepped away from a little. Bucky chuckled quietly

“Be careful where you’re walking doll,” he smirked, looking down upon them. They had a flustered look on their face, their hair framing their look even more beautiful. They looked ethereal. Every day they somehow found a way to make his breath hitch

Getting out of his head, Bucky straightened. He pulled out the bouquet behind his back. He cleared his voice, hands clammy

“Doll, would you like to go out with little ol’ Bucky?” Bucky jokes. Offering the bouquet in their direction, anxiously waiting for them to respond

On their face, they had an unreadable look. Deep down, y/n was flustered, excited, happy, and screaming. They need to be cool. Be cool, be cool now. Y/n took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. Looking between the lilies and roses bouquet then at Bucky. His crystal blue eyes staring at them.

Even though Bucky was half-joking with them, he wanted to know whether or not they would go out with them. If they said no, he would’ve laughed it off in a joking manner and clarifying it was a joke even if the rejection stings. If they had said yes, well, he would’ve been the happiest man in the world.

It took three seconds. Yes, Bucky counted ever so three seconds. Those three seconds felt like three centuries but it was worth it.

“...Yes! Yes yes yes!” Y/n shouted. Meekly, they covered their mouths flustered. Okay, it was final, having them be so flustered, the way the red hue paints their cheeks and how their hair framed their facial structure, and how their eyes sparkled yet held this embarrassing moment was his favorite kind of look.

Bucky smiled so genuinely. A real smile. It felt way too good for them to say yes, he thought he didn’t deserve their love and attention. But he doesn’t care at the moment. All that matters is that having them by his side in this flower room is what matters as of right now. Bucky dropped the bouquet and spin them around. You started squealing.

“H-hey! Put me down” your voice cracked as you laugh. Bucky made a mental note to make you laugh more; already wanting, no, needing to hear that angelic noise coming out of you

Bucky and you stared at each other. It felt like time had stopped around the two of you and it felt like a fairy tale. Bucky, ever so hesitant, gently grab a hold of your hands before kissing the inside of your palms.

“Thank you.” He licked his lips

“Do you...maybe want to be my date for this spring’s day festival and run away with me?” Bucky asked. He titled his head. He reminded you of a small pup. You grinned, kissing his knuckles.

“Yes, I would love to run away with you and be your date for the spring days festival Buck,” leaning upon your tippy-toes, you kissed his cheek. Bucky’s face burned with a blush of his own; brighter than a poppy

“Alrighty then, it’s a date” giving you his signature smirk.

“But first~ let’s get our jobs done before Steve comes down here and scolds us for not doing the flower arrangement” playfully punching his shoulders. He didn’t feel the pain. Even When he fully knows that they’re also an avenger, they were like a teddy bear, soft and gentle.

“Alright, let’s do that before grandpa comes down here” Bucky mocked. “Hey, you’re a grandpa as well!” You smirked. Bucky rolled his eyes. He did not want to be reminded about him and Steve being nineties year old's whom were born in the forties.

Bucky had lifted you over his shoulder, walking over towards the boxes of flowers.

“Hey! It’s true!—oh hey, you have a better ass than Steve’s….What! It’s true, although I prefer your thighs though” You squealed when Bucky playfully slapped your ass.

Having enough, Bucky put you down to your feet. Already opening a box of flowers to replace the building's empty spaces.

Maybe helping out during the Spring days festival ain’t so bad after all. Maybe he should start doing more spring and doing flower arrangements cleaning if it meant you and him can have moments like these. After all, you said yes to have a date with him later tonight. And Bucky was so excited to looking forward to it.

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