BIRTHDAY ✓

MARCH 10

Bucky wakes up today and there's no note next to his door. His heart hurts, wondering why there wasn't a letter slid under his door today, but then he realizes.

Today is his birthday. Would his admirer finally show themself?

Rushing back to his closet, he throws on some outfit and flies to his bathroom to do his morning business. Within 5 minutes he is throwing his door open and all but sprinting down the hallway to the kitchen, listening for anyone who could be up before him.

It was 0600, of course. No one had ever been up before him unless it was for a mission.

He stops at the last door - Sam's bedroom - feet glued to the floor as he hears someone humming in the kitchen, the smell of strawberries flooding his senses. Within a minute, he finally comes to himself, literally flying to the kitchen.

And he sees you at the counter, hovering over the sink. He thinks his heart stopped beating.

"I make breakfast on the weekends." He blurts like an idiot, making you jump and spin around looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh," you let out, laughing slightly as your cheeks flush. "I'm not actually making breakfast, so, y'know, not stealing your super important job."

You turn around to the stove, picking something up and turning back to Bucky, putting the plate down in front of him.

It was a birthday cake.

Bucky's eyes start to water, coming closer to the counter and standing on the other side of you.

"Happy birthday," you say softly, eyes shy and looking at him through your lashes.

"It's you, isn't it?" Bucky stops breathing, and he thinks his heart stops, too. He stares at you as your eyes widen softly, before you smile, and he swears it brightens up the room even if you aren't smiling big.

"Yes," you whisper, blush coating your cheekbones as you look down to the cake. "But if you don't feel the same, it's okay."

Bucky stutters, eyes widening as he stares at you with a look not even he could figure out what it meant.

"What - what do you mean, I don't feel the same? Are you crazy?"

You look up to him, eyes cautious, but before you could say a word, Bucky is by your side, scooping your face into his hands and slamming a kiss onto your lips. You gasp, allowing him to shove his tongue in your mouth, which you laugh at.

"Of course I feel the same," Bucky breathes out when he finally pulls away from your lips, staring at them like he was an addict - and he was addicted to you, before, now, and forever. "I wanted it to be you, I hoped, but I didn't want to ask in case I was wrong."

"Well," you say, laughing and turning your head in his hands so you could place a kiss to his palm. "I was going to bring the cake to your room but it feels kinda stupid now."

"No," he rushes out, pulling your face back so your eyes locked with his. "Never stupid. This is amazing. Thank you."

You could hear it in the words, and you knew that the thank you meant more than just the cake.

"I don't know if it's too early, or if I shouldn't say it, but I love you, Bucky Barnes."

'It's absolutely the perfect time for me to say I love you too."