You, me and Vegas

Part 10

Warning- fluff, fun and trying to figure out.

The days were ticking away, the deadline for their annulment drawing closer. Bucky tried not to think about it too much, but it was impossible to ignore the looming date entirely.

Peach, on the other hand, seemed determined to make the most out of the time they had left together. She was cheerful, her usual self, but Bucky noticed small things - a slight edge in her smile, a hint of sadness in her eyes when she thought he wasn't looking.

Each passing day felt heavier than the last. Bucky found himself watching her more closely, studying the way she moved, the way she talked, the expressions that crossed her face. He was storing these moments away, a strange sense of nostalgia already setting in.

Peach would lay in bed at nights, staring up at the ceiling. She had been having trouble sleeping, her mind refusing to switch off. One thought kept circling around and around in her head. Why did she care so much about Bucky?

Sure, he was handsome, and he was nice, and he made her laugh, but there was something else there, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She tossed and turned, trying to analyze her feelings, figure out where this sudden attachment to Bucky had come from.

It was a day before their annulment date. Peach walked over to Bucky, holding a small gift box in her hands. She had a grin on her face, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I got you something," she announced, holding up the box.

Bucky, who had been sitting on the couch, looked up in surprise. "You got me something?" he repeated, already reaching out to take the box from her.

Peach nodded, practically bouncing on her toes as she waited for him to open the box. She had been planning this gift for a while, and she was eager to see his reaction.

Bucky, a little amused by her excitement, opened the box with a curious expression. Inside, he found a collection of his favorite candy bars, neatly arranged and tied with a red ribbon.

Bucky carefully pulled out the contents of the box. His eyes widened when he saw what was hidden underneath the candy bars - a new camera.

He looked up at Peach, his surprise evident. "You remembered," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Peach smiled, her expression turning a little smug. "Of course I remembered," she replied, feeling pleased. "You've talked about your love for photography a lot. I figured you could use an upgrade."

Bucky's fingers ran lightly over the camera, his expression thoughtful. He was silent for a moment, then he looked up at her again, his gaze holding hers.

"Thank you," he said, his voice softer. He held her gaze for a moment longer, a silent conversation passing between them. He wasn't just thanking her for the gift; he was thanking her for the thought, for the fact that she'd listened to him, remembered something so tiny yet so important to him. For making him feel seen, cared for.

Peach felt a warm glow spreading in her chest at his words. She had been worried that the gift might be too much, too personal. But seeing the look on his face, the sincere appreciation in his eyes, told her she'd made the right decision.

Bucky carefully set the camera back in its box, handling it with almost reverent care. "This is...I really don't know what to say, Peach," he admitted, his voice slightly gruff. "It's perfect."

"You need to try it out," Peach insisted, gesturing towards the camera. "Go on, give it a shot."

Bucky chuckled at her insistence. "Now?" he asked, still holding the box. "You want me to take a picture right now?"