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Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Fighting, angst, fluff, implied PTSD, trust issues, cussing
Summary: It's you and Bucky's one year anniversary, and Bucky has some doubts about your feelings. Based on the song by Lana Del Rey.
Author's Note: I didn't have time to edit this because I wanted to get it out to you guys, so sorry if there are any errors.
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Do you want me, or do you not?
I heard one thing, now I'm hearing another
Today was the day. You and Bucky had officially been dating for a year. One year of happiness, despite many setbacks. You're not going to lie, Bucky's line of work scared the hell out of you. You were afraid of the Winter Soldier, but then you realized he wasn't the Winter Soldier. He was Bucky Barnes.
Bucky was afraid of this relationship. Afraid of the weight it held in his life. He never said it out loud, only in his eyes. When he said he loved you there was fear written across his features. Not because he didn't mean it, but for fear that you wouldn't say it back.
At one point you thought that Bucky didn't want to be in a relationship with you, that he just wanted to love you. But then you came back to your senses and realized one very important thing: that just because something was hard for a person it didn't mean they didn't want it.
Happiness is a butterfly
Try to catch it like every night
You were in your Volkswagen beetle, singing loudly to a song from the 30s with Bucky next to you. One hand on the steering wheel, the other outside the window. You belted out another verse as you look across to see Bucky singing his heart out, which causes you to burst out into a fit of giggles.
"What?" He asks, hearing the noise and turning around to face you.
"Nothing, you were just singing loudly." You say through another chuckle. Bucky leans and presses a kiss to your temple, and you wondered why you had ever doubted that he wanted to be in this relationship.
You were driving to a field, in the middle of nowhere. It was pretty funny, you were driving past hundreds of fields, all to get to one field. Trespassing laws are messing with your head.
It took another 15 minutes to reach your destination, and once you did... Well, it was less than you imagined. There was trash all over the ground, and it smelled of urine and alcohol. Your best guess was that some teenagers threw a party, as there was a long since abandoned grey truck with a keg shoved behind the steering wheel.
"Fuck." You mutter under your breath, kicking an empty beer bottle with your footing. After you kicked it, your realize you stubbed your toe, and let out another "fuck."
"You okay doll?" Bucky asks, walking over to you.
"This place is literal garbage." Bucky walks over to you, setting down the picnic basket and engulfing you in his large frame.
"It might not be all garbage. It's probably not all garbage..." He looks over his shoulder, squinting to see something. "Half a mile."
Bucky entwines his hand in yours and begins to walk towards the direction he pointed. The sun was beating down, so you pulled out a sun-hat from the bag you were carrying that was full of blankets.
"Do you have one of those for me?" Bucky asks with a chuckle. You take off the hat and plop it onto Bucky's head.
I just wanna dance with you
