1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

19.

We don't tell anyone about the engagement for a few days, wanting to keep the excitement private even just for a short while.

We plan to be wed this coming fall, the last Saturday of September 1942.

With Howard on his normal winter trip to Los Angeles, avoiding work and the impending cold, it made it so I had less to hide.

As we arrive in the training room, I string my necklace through my ring, then clasping it back up around my neck.

We begin to spar quickly when he tries to sneak up on me.

"Do you plan to tell Steve tonight?" I ask as I dodge his movements.

"Do you plan on telling Peg?" He counters then ducking from my strike at his shoulder.

We both stare at one another for a moment, neither leaving a striking position. "Quit going easy on me. How am I supposed to learn?" I scold.

"I'm not going to beat up my fiancée." He rolls his eyes. "I'm not that guy."

"As if you could." I taunt.

He bites his lower lip in thought before quickly making multiple strikes towards me in a shadow boxing manner, so not to cause any real harm. Then sweeping my feet out from under me towards him with his own foot and catching my waist. "I taught you everything you know." He smirks as I remain in his hold as if we'd been dancing and he elegantly dipped me.

"I let you have that." I scoff, whether that's true or not he need not know.

He pulls me back to a standing position and kisses me softly. "I'm sure." He says in a condescending tone before pecking my forehead. "Let's get back to it before we head home for the day."

"Seriously though, do you plan on telling Steve?" I ask as we resume our squared up stance.

"I'm not sure. He's my best friend, I have to tell him, but I don't want him feeling bad. Especially considering we plan on moving after the wedding. I don't want him to feel left out, discarded." He explains sombrely.

"As if we're looking for a big house with extra rooms for any reason other than Steve Rogers." I chuckle.

"Maybe he wants to be a live in nanny." Bucky plays foolish.

I roll my eyes. "I don't doubt for a moment he'd do anything for your child."

"Ours." He corrects with a smile. "Our child."

I blush at the thought. "I can't imagine you quietly creating a child. Poor Steve will be traumatized." I tease to deflect.

"Because you're so quiet." He fires back sarcastically with a smirk.

I square back up to him and begin sparring again until he's drained and we're sitting on the mats in exhaustion.

"You've gotten really good." He praises. "Especially without using your powers."

"I've got a fairly good teacher." I hum.

We sit in comfortable silence for some time, rehydrating and him recharging. I begin jumping rope, my speed increasing quickly, not affecting my stamina. This continues for a few minutes until I slow to a stop as he watches me dizzily. I practice moving objects around the room smoothly, multiple things at once.

"Let's go home, ya show off." He rolls his eyes. We go change and head home, taking a quick shower together after having worked up a sweat. "I'll tell him tonight." He says over the sound of the water.