Captain, Sergeant, and Agent

Soda Pop Love [Pre-war/1940s! Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: Bucky has a perfect girl on his arm. So fizzy, so sweet, so full of love and adoration.

Warning(s): None

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Fizzy giggles.

Sweet kisses.

Carbonated love on a warm summer night.

She makes him so happy, in that bright orange dress. It makes him think of the orange soda milkshake they'd shared at the diner down the street on their first date.

He'd first met her at the jazz club, all sad and alone, he knew she was different. The way she danced all dazed and clumsy, the way her eyes lit up when he offered a hand, and the way she got all flustered when she'd take a wrong step. It feels like it was so long ago but it's been just a short two months.

Her kisses were heaven for his aching heart. The way he feels them feather soft on his neck laying on his bed on a hot summer night, moving back to his kiss swollen lips. She tastes like mint and red cream soda, his favorite flavors. He doesn't care about the stains of her matching apricot lipstick that he'll have to wash off in the morning. It's her. And that's all that matters. She giggles as he gives her lighter kisses.

The fizz of giggles in his ears makes him feel like he's on fire with the flames pumping right through his bloodstream. They're adorable, so utterly light on her tounge.

Bucky gets a steady job on the docks during the day and eventually saves up enough money. He gets an apartment. It's small and cozy, just like she wanted. He got her a ring to put on her finger. The tiny velvet box in his plam, Bucky gets down on his knee and give a clumsy speech about his favorite moments. The ring is gold adorned with her favorite gemstone. Just her size- a perfect fit. He's got her for life now. Nothing's gonna ever change that.

He got his orders. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. He has to tell her somehow, but he doesn't want to be the reason she stops fizzing. He can feel the breath leave her as he finally gets back home to tell her.

Her bubbly tears running down like condensation on a cold pop bottle.

It's all tender kisses and bruised thighs that night. Fingerprints still felt deep underneath her skin as he takes his time, showing her just how much he loves her in the most intimate of ways.

Savoring each other's touches and taking their time. Faded whimpers and swallowed moans, heated kisses and the soft touches of calloused hands on her skin. It's simple and blissful. Not paying attention to anything else in the entire world but themselves. Their world was in that room and that room alone.

He has Steve draw a picture of her like she's a Coca-Cola girl on the pin-up posters. Her short cherry red dress and his favorite garter set. Candy apple lipstick and long eyelashes to complete it. It's beautiful, just like her.

He also takes a small photo that fits in his breast pocket to show the other recruits when the conversation arises. He paid good money for a proper picture to be done. He suprised her by kissing her full on the lips. The perfect shot of a perfect moment. It was taken on their last date to Coney Island, just few short weeks ago. They had gotten cotton candy and rode the cyclone. Her hair was tossled in the most beautiful way.

He gets to the station with her where Steve is already waiting, trying not to cry himself. Bucky leans down, giving Steve a bone crushing hug. "I'll miss you punk." He mutters, giving a sad smile to his best friend. "Jerk." Steve sniffles.

Bucky turns to her, his best girl. He leans down and captures her lips in a kiss. He wants to remember the taste of mint and red cream soda. Her plum lipstick stains his lips. He's definitely whipped like the topping on that orange soda milkshake.

Steve grabbes a camera. "Say cheese!" He yells, Bucky grabing her waist and her pecking his cheek. "Here, Buck." Steve hands the photo over. "You take it. I have mine." She murmurs, showing him a picture from just a few months ago on the dance floor in the jazz club where they first met. He was dancing on his own, letting his girl rest her feet. It seems to be taken when he had got to the end of a turn.

Bucky turns, his train almost fully boarded. "I gotta go now doll. You take care of Steve and keep him out of trouble." She sniffles. "Hey, you're always gonna be my soda pop girl. No need to cry." He kisses away her tears. "I'll be right back before you know it. I love you. I've got you and Steve and Ma and Becca and all these people waiting for me. I'm sure as hell gonna get back home. I promise." Bucky get on the platform, giving a salute with his signature grin.

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back!" He calls out to Steve. "How can I?!" He shouts. "You're taking all the stupid with you!"

Tears form in his eyes when he has to board the train and go off to basic training. He sees Steve comforting her as he leaves. He catches a glimpse of the purple shade on his cheek. Now he has a girl to brag about to his fellow soldiers. No, a wife.

His soda pop girl all all her fizzy giggles.

With all her sweet syrup kisses.

Her carbonated love on a warm summer night.

His one and only soda pop girl.