White Cliffs Of Dover - Vera Lynn
Bucky stands, mouth slightly parted in awe as you walk out. His face is clean shaven and his hair gelled back. His uniform is perfectly ironed and his hat is tilted to the side slightly.
Y/n
"Well don't you look dashing. Is that what I think it is?"
He snaps out of his gawking to look down at his uniform, then back at you.
Bucky
"The one and only, circa 1939... y/n, I- you look..."
Y/n
"Sergeant Barnes, I do believe that's the second time I've rendered you speechless. I think there may be a habit forming."
You walk down the steps and stand in front of him, fixing his tie smugly.
Bucky
"I lied."
You look at him suspiciously.
Y/n
"About what?"
He smiles as he pulls his arms round from his back, revealing a velvet drawstring bag.
Bucky
"One last surprise."
You grin at him as he watches you open the bag and carefully pull out a gorgeous Pearl necklace that matches the earrings Alice gave you. He then takes it out of your fingers and you turn around, gently holding up you hair for him to put it on you. Delicately, he lays it on your clavicles and fastens it. You drop your hair back down and give him the first kiss of the evening, popping your foot involuntarily.
Bucky
"It was my mother's. I want you to have it."
Y/n
"It's beautiful, thank you. Do I get to know why we're dressed like this yet?"
He then turns to the side and loops his arm forward for you to take.
Bucky
"Why don't you follow me to find out darlin'?"
His Brooklyn accent is the thickest you've ever heard it, with a classical olden day edge. You giggle as you hook round his arm and pull him close before walking off into the night.
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