His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Fifty Two

~Bucky's POV~

"Will you marry me?"

I shook my head, and started again.

"Will you marry me?"

I tried smiling, but I looked way too menacing.

"Will you... marry... me?"

Dramatic pauses definitely do not work in a proposal. Note taken.

"Will you-" I sighed, and snapped the box shut with finality, shoving my head into my hands. I'd planned nearly everything in my head, but was yet to put any of it into action. The proposal needed to be perfect because, to me, Amelie was perfect.

"Definitely the first one, it's got a nice ring to it. You had too much scary eyes in the second one."

I jumped, falling back onto the floor from my kneeling position. Steve stood, face stuck in a filthy grin as he looked down at me from the doorway. "Do you ever knock?" I mock glared at him, shoving the box into the drawer beside my bed.

"Only if it's important, which I didn't think this was... But I'm starting to feel like I've walked in on something."

"Oh really?"

I pushed the heel of my hands into my eyes, groaning at the realisation that I'd been caught red handed practicing proposing in my pyjamas in the middle of the day.

"Buck, is this serious?" Steve asked as he led the way back to the sofas.

I stared at him, "Do you think I would be practicing to a mirror if this was a joke?"

Steve's face split into the biggest smile as he leapt to his feet and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He squeezed hard, forcing the air from my lungs as he spun me around in a sharp circle.

"Who else knows?" He screeched into my ear when he finally put me back on my feet.

I stumbled a little, "I asked Peter for his blessing," I mumbled.

"So only me and Peter know?"

"Steve and Peter know what?" I jumped, shoving Steve away as Amelie placed her bag carefully onto the seat Steve had just vacated.

"That..." my mind suddenly went blank.

I stared at Steve, whose mouth fell open as he blandly waved an arm in the air. "I know... well, Peter and I know-"

"About the house!" I snapped my fingers, "they know we're going to the house viewing tomorrow."

Amelie frowned, obviously not believing us. "Everyone knows about the house."

Whilst I'd been ruining my body as I had drunk my sadness away, Amelie had spent the time wisely by finding the perfect house that Jake had avidly described to her. She'd told me quietly in bed a couple of nights ago that she'd arranged a viewing for the two of us, as she'd felt guilty keeping the secret from me. I felt a pang of my own guilt at the thought of lying to her now.

She eyed me suspiciously, "are you okay? You're acting a bit weird."

"Weird?" I pushed a breath through my lips and shook my head. "I'm not being weird."

Her face fell, but she decided not to argue with my lie, as she sniffed and turned away. Steve pointed to the lifts and snuck away as I followed Amelie to the kitchen.

"What's wrong doll?"

Silence.

"Darling, please talk to me. You're upset, what's happened?"