𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕝𝕪𝕟 | Bucky Barnes⁽¹⁾

03 | Our Own Story

November 1938 - Brooklyn

Bucky held the cab door open for Ella as she stepped out. The trio had gotten a cab which took Steve home first before continuing on to Ella's apartment.

As Ella was unlocking the front door, Bucky stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, his chin resting on her left shoulder. Once the door was open, he gently pushed her inside, making her laugh softly as they made their way through the main room to the small kitchenette in the corner.

"I'll make dinner," Ella said.

As she reached up to the cabinet to find something to cook, Bucky caught her wrist and pulled her to turn around in his arms. "Nope. Dinner is all me tonight."

"You sure?" Ella asked.

"Birthday girls don't make dinner," Bucky proclaimed in a serious tone. "Go wash up, and I will call you when it's ready."

She held her hands up and backed away from his embrace. "Yes, sir."

Bucky's cheeks went red at the small smile she gave him before she went into the bedroom. He found himself just staring at the doorway for a few seconds, debating whether or not to follow her. He somehow caught himself and shook his head, clearing his throat as he focussed on making dinner.

He cooked them a spaghetti bolognaise, and they sat across from each other at the small table in the corner to eat. The radio was on in the background, quietly playing some slow jazz songs as they talked about the day they'd had. The lights over their heads were on low, and there were a few candles lit around the living room to create a calming, romantic ambience.

Ella sat back in her chair after clearing her plate. "That was great. Who woulda' thought James Barnes was such a good chef."

"Glad you liked it," Bucky chuckled. "Now, you wait right there, and I'll go get your present."

"The Coney Island tickets weren't the present?" Ella asked as he jogged into the bedroom.

"Nope!" he called back. "Well, they were half of it. This was the main one."

He came back out of the room with his hands behind his back. He walked across to where Ella was still sat at the table, and he crouched down beside her. With a shy smile, Bucky brought his hands around to his front, holding out Ella's present for her to take. It was a small rectangle, a little heavy, and it was wrapped in brown paper. A long piece of gold ribbon was wrapped around it, with a bow tied on the front.

She giggled softly as she carefully unwrapped it, Bucky's hands rested on her knees and drawing circles with his thumbs as he watched her face light up. She unwrapped the paper to find a new journal. The cover was a dark navy leather effect materiel, and a band of the same colour wrapped around the book to keep it closed. The pages inside were blank, a slightly off-white colour.

"This is beautiful," Ella smiled.

"Thought you could write our story in it one day," Bucky blushed red, a smile gracing his features.

"Thank you," Ella whispered, leaning down and capturing Bucky's lips with hers in a soft kiss. "I love it."

Bucky's smile only grew wider as he kissed her again. His hands moved up her thighs to her hips as he stood up, pulling her up with him. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to her level.

They ended up walking backwards until Bucky felt the backs of his legs hit the couch cushion, and he sat down, tugging on Ella's waist. She sat down with him, straddling his thighs as their kiss barely broke apart.