I am aware of how it looks to him, but Tony doesn't know how he really is. Bucky was forced to do this stuff, it wasn't of his own free will. I wish he could understand that.
"Happy birthday Steve!" Bucky walks into the livingroom while putting his shirt on. I almost forgot today was July fourth. It's my birthday.
"So Buck, what are we doing today?"
"I figure we can go down to a diner and get breakfast first. Then we can come back and I'll make your cake. Once it gets dark we can go up to the roof of the apartments and watch some fireworks." He walks into the bedroom to grab something, "Oh and one more thing," he hands me a small package in red, white, and blue wrapping paper, "I love how you have a nickname for my nickname." We both laugh as I take the present. I sit down on the couch and open it, inside is a sketchpad and several ink pens.
"Your old sketchbook got ruined and you didn't have any ink pens." I stand up and hug him tightly.
We walk down to the nearest restaurant and both get blueberry pancakes with two eggs and five strips of bacon. Bucky turns the two eggs into eyes on the pancakes and then uses a piece of bacon as a smile. He then drowns the happy pancake in syrup.
"When did you become too mature to make pancake smilies?" Bucky asks and then picks up my two eggs and puts them on my pancake. I laugh and add the bacon mouth. After we are done with our food we walk home and stop at a market for plums. Bucky has been using them to get his memory back and he has most memories placed back together.
We return home and Bucky begins baking a vanilla cake. When the cake is done he ices it with red, white, and blue frosting.
"You're just making fun of me now aren't you?" I ask in joking voice.
"Maybe." He smirks.
It's not a very big cake so we are able to eat half of the cake in one night. When we are done we both put our plates in the sink and put away the cake. We wait for it to get darker so that someone will start shooting off fireworks. While we wait I begin to draw in the sketchbook. I start drawing the time Bucky and I went to watch Howard Stark's presentation of his flying car. You would think after seventy years it would be made, right?
It starts to get dark and we climb two floors up to get to the roof of the building. In the near distance we see fireworks light up the sky. Bucky smiles and sort of chuckles.
"What?" I ask in a cheery tone.
"I just remembered something."
"What did you remember?" He pulls my lips towards his and we gently kiss. "I love you." He says with a bright smile. "I love you too."
