A Little Calm...

First Goodbye

1973 - James Blunt

One week later, Bucky leaves for his mission later that day. You're in his apartment helping him pack. He seems a little on edge about you being in his place, like he's trying to hide something. It does seem a little odd to you though. How pristine everything is. Bed perfectly made, not much furniture, barely any personalisation. You decide not to pry however, it's best he tells you anything else about himself from this moment on. You seem to have a bad habit of butting into his business when you haven't been invited.
This is the first time you've been in his apartment though. You're still in the honeymoon phase so the nights you've spent together have all been at your place.

Y/n
"This everything?"

You're standing over the neatly packed duffle bag on the bed as he closes the dresser behind you. He looks over your shoulder to see the full bag and wraps his arms round your waist from behind.

Bucky
"Wow! That's almost army grade neat."

You giggle as you trace circles on the back of his hands and turn your head to kiss his cheek.

Y/n
"What can I say? I aim to please."

You check your watch to see his flight leaves in a couple of hours and being the slight stress monster you are, you wriggle out of his grip and close up the bag.

Y/n
"Come on, your flight leaves soon."

He pulls you back and throws the bag on the floor.

Bucky
"We have loads of time. It's not commercial, remember? Military escort."

You turn around, still in his arms, and rest your hands on the sides of his neck.

Y/n
"All the more reason not to be late..."

You tap the end of his nose lightly, and walk over to grab his bag. Slightly disappointed but still smiling, he grabs your jackets off the bed and takes your hand as you both leave the apartment.