Bucky and I spent the day in New York City, walking through Central Park, getting pizza, and blending into the sea of tourists in Time Square.

I had so much fun, it was impossible not to smile up at the gorgeous man next to me, holding my hand with his gloved one as we watched the sunset turn the sky above us orange and purple from our spot on one of the boulders in Central Park.

At one point, this city was his home.

It was different now, seventy or so years later, but it was still where he was from. And he actually wanted to show me around. It was definitely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done.

I smiled as I leaned into him, threading my other hand through his as it draped over my shoulder and hugged me closer.

We talked as we watched the sun go down, about the distant memories coming back to him lately, the phone number on the fridge and Game of Thrones, before sitting together in comfortable silence.

Being around someone like this had never been easy for me, but with Bucky, everything just flowed so naturally between us.

In the month since I met him, Bucky has charmed his way into my life and into my heart without even trying, interesting past and all.

I couldn't be happier.


I was tired by the time we got back to the car, so I caved and let Bucky drive. He laughed when I whined about my legs feeling like jello.

I assume he's driven before, because he was great at it. He even leaned over to check my seatbelt before we pulled out of the public parking garage.

Instead of putting in the radio, Bucky asked me to sing.

I usually hum or sing absent mindedly, but at night when we watch tv together, Bucky mutes the commercials and asks me to sing anything to him. I usually just sing whatever comes to mind, but it makes my heart swell with pride every time.

I smiled over at him in the drivers seat as I laced my fingers with his on the center console and closed my eyes as I began.

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,

You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,

May you never take one single breath for granted,

GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed...

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,

Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,

Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance...,

I hope you dance... I hope you dance..."


I fell asleep halfway home with my forehead against the window, after finishing that song and doing a few more Bucky hadn't heard yet; Landslide by Stevie Nicks, So This Is Love from Cinderella, Evan Rachel Wood's version of Blackbird, Mikhael Paskalev's Brother, which always reminds me Ryan, Once Upon A December from my favorite princess movie of all time Anastasia, A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope and The Rains of Castamere, to which Bucky hummed along with as he drove down the highway back to DC.

Bucky carried me inside from the car when we got home, half asleep from the long drive as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I heard the door to the house shut behind us, the sound of my purse being set on the floor, and a few moments later, he was laying me down on the bed.

I opened my eyes, seeing his room instead I mine. I smiled and let him pull my shoes off and then my jeans.

I groggily sat up and stripped out of my blouse, tossing it on the floor beside the bed with a huff and a groan.

Bucky chuckled lightly as he slid under the covers next to me in only his boxers, and after my bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, I cuddled up into his arms.

"Caroline?" He whispered as I snuggled into his warm embrace under the blankets, tilting my head up from its place on his chest to look at him.

"Hmm?" I answered sleepily, my hand coming up to cup his cheek, his scruffy short dark facial hair starting to come in, making him even sexier in my book.

"I don't know how people say this nowadays," he started with an anxious sigh, before his eyes met mine, the intense blue filled with reluctance and hesitation, and he added just above a whisper, "But, will you be my girl?"

"I love you, Bucky," I said with a smile before I kissed him softly, "But I'm already you're girl. You couldn't pry me off of you with a crowbar, babe."