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| Rained Out |

Not sure how to introduce this one, so enjoy!

Warning(s): Romantic Bucky, implied sexual activities at the end

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You let out a sigh as you watched the rain pour over the city through the window in the common area. You typically didn't mind the rain, you actually found it quite soothing. But today was supposed to be the first date you and Bucky had been in on since he got back from his three-month-long mission. Being in a relationship with an Avenger was difficult, especially with the long stretches of time when he'd be away, but you loved him so much that it was worth it. You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed though. Bucky would always go above and beyond on dates, even in subtle ways, to make them as memorable as your first together. While you didn't mind being at home, you did enjoy your nights out. 

The cars in the streets below, sloshing through puddles, brought you back to your rainy reality. The dark clouds showed no signs of stopping the falling rain. You felt two arms wrap themselves around your waist, one cooler than the other. After tensing out of instinctual habit, you recognized Bucky's familiar embrace and eased into, leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, doll," he sighed, placing his chin on your shoulder. "I was really excited to get out with you tonight."

You smiled empathetically, "I know, and so was I. But it's really not your fault, Buck." You turned your head slightly and reached over your shoulder, placing your hand on his cheek. Bucky offered a small smile and but his eyes were searching your face.

"Penny for your thoughts, Sergeant?"

With a smirk, Bucky took your hand from his face and spun you around, turning you towards him. You erupted into laughter as your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands finding themself back on your waist.

"I think I have a way to make it up to you," Bucky said, placing a kiss on your lips. You playfully lean back and take a look at him with an inquiring look. Bucky's smile grew as you could tell the final pieces of his plan were coming together in his mind. He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Get dressed in something nice, I'll pick you up in two hours."

You raised your eyebrows, "Wait, you're serious? Where are we going?"

"Can't ruin the surprise, doll. I'll see you later." Placing another kiss on your lips, Bucky walked off to make a miracle happen in two hours.

You look over your appearance as you watch the two-hour mark drawing closer. You wore the dress you had bought for the date you had planned with Bucky tonight. You could've worn it on your next date night, but it was too stunning for you to pass up. It fit your body damn near perfectly, the colour matching your skin tone beautifully. You weren't one to dress up very often, but when you did, you made it worthwhile.

You heard a soft knock at your door. Knowing it was Bucky, a burst of butterflies began to flutter in your stomach. How did this 106-year-old man have such an effect on you? Even after all this time together, Bucky still has you as smitten as you were when you first started dating.

You take in your appearance one last time and walked over to your door. Before opening it, you let out a nervous breath that you didn't even realize you were holding. Upon opening the door, there in the doorway stood a well-dressed Bucky. He wore dress pants and a blue dress shirt, complimenting his gorgeous eyes. He was looking down at his feet before you opened the door. Bucky's attention was quickly placed on your appearance. His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes trying to take in every inch of you.