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|Our Last Summer|

Another musical inspired oneshot, this one being 'Our Last Summer' by ABBA. Hope you enjoy it :).

Warning(s): 40s Bucky, sad, mentions death

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"Y/N, it's time to go!" Bucky called out from outside your window.

You managed to stuff the last item into your suitcase before closing it up. Bucky had invited you for a getaway to his family's lakehouse for the weekend. It wasn't anything fancy, but any chance to spend time with your charming boyfriend was taken without hesitation.

As you walked out of your home, Bucky met you with a grin, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He met you halfway, taking your suitcase.

"You know, I can put my own suitcase in the car," you joked.

Bucky threw the bag into the trunk of the car. He then turned his focus towards you with a smile, "I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I let you do that, now would I, doll?"

You giggled at the pet name. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Bucky reciprocated by wrapping his arms around your waist. You look up at him and smile, "Well, I guess not."

He chuckles, pulling you into a kiss. The warm July breeze brushed against your face, the sun beating down on you. Bucky cupped your face before pulling away, "Let's get going, doll. There's a lake waiting for us with our names on it."

Excitedly, you ran to the passenger side of Bucky's car. Not before Bucky could step in front of you and open the door to let you in.

You smile at his gesture, "Thank you, James."

You noticed a blush growing on his cheeks while he attempted to keep a cool demeanour. Bucky wasn't a big fan of people calling him by his first name, but he always seemed so flustered when you would use it on occasion.

Bucky shut the passenger side door and jogged over to the driver's side. Quickly buckling in, you two made your way to the lakehouse. The breeze streamed into the car through the open windows. The wind danced in your hair as you sang along to whatever played on the radio. You heard Bucky chuckle, placing his hand on your thigh.

After about an hour of driving, Bucky turned onto a dirt road. Your eyes immediately beelined to the lake set in front of you. Your smile grew as the car drove closer to the lakehouse.

When he parked the car, Bucky didn't even get the chance to open the door for you. You had already rushed out of your seat and to the trunk of the car, antsy to get to the lake.

"We have to go swimming!" You chirped, watching Bucky laugh as he got out of the car.

Key in hand, Bucky went to unlock the trunk but paused. A mischievous look grew on his face, "You have to give me a kiss first.

"Bucky," you whined, "Let me get my bag, so I can get my swimsuit."

He pretended not to hear you as leaned against the trunk of the car, "The only way to unlock the trunk is if my doll gives me a kiss."

You rolled your eyes and kissed his lips. You felt his grin grow wider as he pulled you in, knowing you fell victim to his charms.

You pulled away, giving Bucky a playfully annoyed look, "You are the same flirt that took me dancing when we first met."

"Because that's who fell in love with, dollface," Bucky smirked.

You shook your head, slightly flustered. Bucky finally unlocked the trunk and you reached for your suitcase. Your hand was swatted away by Bucky, who grabbed the handle and carried your things. You laughed as you followed him into the lakehouse.