On Command ~ Sequel to Lost Heros

Doesn't Add Up

~~*Flashback*~~

I was sitting on my bed when Bucky walked in with a smile that could brighten this entire room. I smiled back at him regardless of the disgusting feeling that festered inside me.
Instantly his lips were on mine. It was a short kiss. A romantic one.

His eyes beamed with excitement as he discussed our dinner plans. Yet still, he was looking at me differently.

It was a look that made everything so much worse. . .

~~*End*~~

And now I sit on the same bed. I feel almost stuck to it.
I'm wearing the most elegant outfit I've worn since the night Bucky told me he loved me. Even at my worst I tried to look my best for him.

Because that's why I'm doing all of this. . . For him.

I'm not stupid. I know what the question is. Under any other circumstances I would've been shouting for joy but this is just cruel. I want to truly cry but as selfish as it sounds, it'll ruin my makeup and a woman can't crush a man's heart looking like a mess.

I get up slowly and make my way out.

*Bucky's P.O.V*

The ring felt like it weighed a ton in my jacket pocket but I couldn't stop grasping it, thinking it would somehow float away.
I looked at the scenery around me. I couldn't exactly have rented a table at some fancy restaurant seeing as we're all wanted fugitives so with a little help I managed to set something up next to the window with the nicest view of outside.
Actually, a little help is an understatement. Steve had basically set up the table with flowers that I'm sure had once been part of some beautiful painting. An entire floor level was basically cleared after some heavy persisting and I don't even want to know where or how Natasha managed to find this ring.
Opening the box to look at it, my mind kept racing on whether she would even like it or not. It was a modest ring. A simple diamond on a silver band.
After several runs on that lap, my mind ran to other places. Mostly on the baby.

     What if she didn't tell me about him(or her) because she doesn't want me to be a part of his(or her) life. I looked at my left hand. I'd done a lot of things that I've regretted for so many years. I haven't exactly been the best person. But despite those thoughts I knew that this was another chance to start over. A chance to be a better person. Once again Claire Doyle has saved my life.

Then I saw her walk in. The delicate sound of her heels growing closer as I saw a smile creep on her face at the sight of everything.
She looked so beautiful and hopefully soon she would be mine forever.

"This isn't all for me, is it?" She asked coyly as I pulled the chair out for her. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting back down.
"Actually, it's for Steve but since he didn't show up I guess you'll have to do," I joked suddenly nervous of all of my actions.
"This is beautiful, Bucky. Thank you," she said grasping my hand softly. "I thought after everything that's happened, we should have an actual date night," I said tracing her knuckles with my thumb. She laughed harmoniously, "It has been a while, hasn't it?"
"Too long darlin'."

One Hour Later

Everything was going great. It seemed like for the first time in a while everything was back to how it was. She sat across from me, looking as dazzling as ever, and I felt like she was back to me.
All the food was cleared, all the jokes told, and there was just one more thing to do. By now the ring in my pocket was almost burning a whole through it.