Till the End of the Line: Our Future | Stucky Fanfic

Chapter One

A/N: Welcome back readers! I know this a bit short, but this is just something to tide you all over while I finish a few other projects. I'll be posting shorter chapters hopefully more frequently this go around since I'm not entirely ready to say goodbye to these two. Anyway, I'll add something below at the end of the chapter. Enjoy!! - Jo x

2019

Bucky pulls away with a shocked laugh. "Of course I'll marry you, Steve," he says, eyes watering. "What kind of question is that?"

Steve grins as he pulls out the small box from his pocket. "It wasn't a question."

"Touche," Bucky laughs. He pulls Steve in for a kiss, searing and passionate as the day they confessed their love in that hospital room all those years ago.

They pull away from one another, foreheads touching as they catch their breath. "I love you so fucking much, Bucky," Steve whispers, lips brushing against Bucky's.

Bucky grins. "I love you, too, Stevie. Ain't ever stopped."

Steve opens his box and shows the two handmade Italian rings from all those years ago. They've been resized and polished, with a sliver of cursive on the outside engraved into the precious metal. "What do you think?"

"Our wedding bands?" Bucky picks them up. "Did you...?"

"'Till the end of the line' has always been our saying, Buck. Ain't a better way to say 'I love you' than that." Steve scratches at his head. "And I figured since we've already done the small, intimate wedding thing the first go around, we'd do something a bit bigger this time."

Bucky shakes his head. He holds up the bigger ring.

Steve takes it from him and gently slides it onto Bucky's metal ring finger. It fits perfectly. "I got the measurements from Tony," Steve admits, blushing.

"You planned all this in like a week?" Bucky asks, tugging Steve back in for another kiss.

"Little bit," Steve says.

Bucky hums. "Thank you, Stevie."

"Anything for you, Buck."

~*~*~*~

"So, what's next?" Bucky asks, swinging their hands in between them.

Steve tugs the brim of his hat lower and smiles. "I was thinking we hit up Coney Island but I think I just want to have a more relaxing night instead. Get food and just talk."

Bucky smiles. "I like that, Stevie."

They made their way to a small Italian restaurant Steve had found when he first defrosted. They're quiet most of the walk and the first few minutes after they sit down. It's not until after they order that Bucky starts to talk.

"So, how are we going about this?" Bucky leans back, crossing his arms.

Steve rests his chin in his hand and shrugs. "I'm still trying to figure out what's the best strategy. There's a lot of moving parts, like our engagement, the wedding itself, coming out, and just our future. We've got a lot to talk about."

Bucky looks around. They're in the corner, hidden in the dark by the dim lighting and the natural shadows of the walls. It's not crowded, but the staff linger nearby in case they're needed. He turns back to Steve. "No time like the present. First things first, do we go public?"

"I'd like to," Steve says, spare hand fiddling with his fork.

"Okay, but how?"

Steve leans back, hand in his hair. "I have no idea, Buck. Whatever we do, it needs to be controlled and in our terms." He gnaws at his lip for a second, the corner perking up. "But I also want to do something that'll shut down any speculation and-" Steve sits up. "Do you plan on cutting your hair soon?"