𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈𝐈

TW: Slight mentions of torture. (Very small)

[Look After You - The Fray]
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Beverly's POV

The house is absolutely amazing! We've been living in it for a month now, and even though not all of our furniture is arranged yet, it feels like home. The kitchen, the garden, and the master bedroom are complete, and today's mission was going to be starting in the living room, but Bucky had other plans. When we woke up this morning, Bucky told me to get dressed and ready to leave. I was hesitant, as we are nowhere near done with the house and he didn't tell me where we were going, but I trust him. So, I got changed into a summer, body-tight dress, in white with blue small flowers as the pattern, and my white trainers. It's a little short and completely different from what I was used to wearing in the 40s, but it's super hot today and I'm getting used to the modern fashion.

We left the house about an hour ago, the car ride full of singing and laughing with each other. Bucky drove us out of town and all the way to Brooklyn. We even stopped for lunch, parking the car in the fast-food car park, and eating our burgers and fries in the front seats. We sat together, cuddling up to the other before we drove out, telling stories from the 40s that we remember in Brooklyn. Eventually, Bucky drove out of the car park and down the busy streets. It looks like everyone is trying to beat the heat and going to the beach.

We finally make it to the destination, which I recognise as the park Steve, Bucky and I used to hang out in all the time. Bucky grabs my door, opens it for me and walks me into the entrance of the park. In his hands is a wicker basket, the lid slightly open and a red and white blanket falling out of it. We walk through the entrance, and towards the fountain in the middle of the park. Bucky places the basket on the grass, opens it, and unfolds the blanket, letting me sit on top of it. He sits next to me, our shoulders touching. Even though it is hot and Bucky is a human heater, I still really like the closeness.

"What are we doing here? There is a park back at home." I ask.

"We are going to have a picnic. And, the park back at home is loud and crowded. I thought we could come back down the Brooklyn, we were going to do it soon anyways."

He reaches into the basket, pulling out a few different coloured plastic tubs of food. He places them around us and begins to open them up. There are chocolate-covered strawberries, which if we don't eat them soon will defiantly melt. There are also sandwiches, chips, soda, and a fruit salad. Finally, he pulls out a bouquet of red roses, scattering the petals on the blanket. I smile at his antics, Bucky always being the most romantic out of the two of us. He always has been.

"This is beautiful. thank you, Bucky."

He reaches over and plants a kiss on my cheek, the kiss lingering for a while. He seems really nervous, which confuses me, but I let it go. It's probably just the heat doing its effect on him. Either way, I can't ignore the nervous ticks he is having. He keeps playing with the tips of his fingers or chewing excessively on the food, or his eyes will focus on me with a distant look. I have to keep pulling him back, and I really want to know what is going on in his mind, but I let him have his moments. If he wants to tell me, he will.