(So this is probably my most pointless fanfic that I've ever written I think? Haha. I'm not intending to build upon this one at all. I wrote this one for someone else after I got inspired by one of their videos on youtube so yeah haha...I hope you enjoy the story if this is your kind of thing. I know it's really silly romantic, fluffy and whimsical and I don't particularly feel like I'm good at writing Bucky even though I do have two Bucky fanfics up on my profile. I'm more comfortable writing Steve Rogers, Clint Barton or even Thor or Loki. But at least Bucky's not as hard to write as Spock hehe. Tell ya, sometimes trying to make that guy not too emotional yet not too uncaring can sometimes be a trip.)
"Good morning." Your eyes fluttered open at the feel of his fingers gently stroking down your shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your head.
You smiled, allowing your eyes slide shut again as his fingers began to stroke up your shoulder. "Morning Buck. Did you get enough sleep?" You asked, grabbing his hand to halt his ministrations and interlocking your fingers.
Bucky let out a soft chuckle that sounded more like a light exhale. "Always do with you." Squeezing your hand, he pulled it gently back and pressed it against his cheek.
You smiled again at the lightly scratchy feeling of his scruff against your skin. "Oh yeah?" Buck nodded. "Yup." Your smile widened and he pulled at your hand to tenderly press a kiss to your palm.
"Then...what do you call two days ago?" You asked, half in jest and half seriously.
You hear Bucky hum lowly before he responded, one eyebrow arched in thought as he leaned away, but maintained a gentle hold on your hand. "A hiccup." He finally shrugged and you chuckled. Opening your eyes, you carefully turned over so that you were facing him.
"Hi." Bucky greets with a chuckle of his own and you echo his greeting, giggling along with him and enjoying the mirth in his cool blue eyes. "Hi."
Although the nightmares still came sometimes, they were finally starting to be less frequent and you cherished every morning you woke up to Bucky smiling beside you instead of to his side of the bed being empty and finding him later shaking on the living room floor.
As if he could read your thoughts and agreed with them, Bucky leaned forward to kiss you again. This time on your lips. You gently push your hand against his chest.
"What do you want to do today, Honey?" You asked, tracing a shapeless pattern over the fabric of his t-shirt as you waited for him to respond to your question.
For once there was nothing of importance to do today. No mission. No troublemakers to keep an eye on. No therapy appointments even.
With a furrow of his brows, Bucky shrugged and reached to push some of your hair back away from your face. "I don't know...there's that new wing in the Captain America exhibit down at the museum. Maybe we can check that out." He suggested casually, continuing to play with your hair.
You nod at the idea, continuing to draw invisible pictures on Bucky's chest while he gently worked some tangles out of your hair.
"Sounds like fun. What time do they open again? You ask, twisting to try to see the clock.
"9:30." Bucky answered without missing a beat. You sigh and start to pull youself up from the warmth of covers. "Well then we should hurry." Bucky sat up as well and you offered him a humorous smirk.
"So we can beat the crowds." Mirroring your smirk, Bucky leaned forward to kiss you again only for you to whine and put your hand on his chest again.
"Bucky wait, I've got morning breath." Bucky's half hurt, half confused frown melts at your words and he chuckled, tucking his hand into the curve of your jaw to pull you close.
"So do I." He said matter of factly before finally closing the distance between you.
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Isaiah Bradley is an American Hero whose name went unknown for too long...
The air felt so still as you and Bucky stood side by side together, silently taking in everything in the new Isaiah Bradley wing at the Captain America Memorial Exhibit.
You felt your eyes water as you read the inscription on the stone dictating the basics of what happened to the first African-American Captain America. How Bradley was one of the few to survive inhumane testing of a replicated version of the super soldier serum and used his enhancement to save a bunch of POWs during the Korean War. His reward for his actions at the time was to have his name and actions erased from history complete with allowing his family to believe that he was dead.
How horrible...to think such darkness existed within the very history of Captain America. America's Golden Boy.
At least now that wrong was seemingly a little rectified by the information displayed in the exhibit along with a golden statue honoring the man who like Captain Steve Rogers before him and the Avengers after him, saved many lives at a deep personal cost.
"Sam actually brought Isaiah Bradley himself and his grandkid over here a few days ago to show them the wing right after it opened. I wish we could have seen their faces." Bucky finally murmured as they continued to look around at the Isaiah Bradley wing.
You nodded, swallowing gingerly as you took in everything around you. "I bet they were really happy." Squeezing his hand, you gently leaned your head against Bucky's shoulder, enjoying the comfort of being so close to him as you two stopped to admire an interactive panel that let you hear a narrator talk about the various parts of Isaiah Bradley's story at a touch of different buttons.
Nodding, Bucky tilted his own head down a bit so that it was resting against the top of yours. "Yeah..."
"Can we see your exhibit again?" You asked after another moment of contented silence had passed between you and Bucky picked his head up to give you a confused look.
"Why? You know they haven't updated it, Doll. You've seen it all before." He murmured and you shrugged. "I just like seeing the way you were back then...before Hydra messed you up." You said softly, looking up to meet his gaze.
"I also really like the way you look in your uniform."
Bucky sighed and reached to scratch his head through the top of his baseball cap. "Well...at least one good thing came out being repeatedly frozen for over a century..." Interlocking his fingers with yours, he lightly swung your arms as you began to walk towards the Howling Commandos side of the exhibit which was your personal favorite spot in the whole area.
Catching the meaningful look on his face, you sighed and stopped walking, pulling your hands up to press a kiss to Bucky's knuckles. "I still wish it never happened to you. I wish we could have met some other way."
A slightly moist, grateful smile appeared on the former Winter Soldier's face then and he pulled you in close to give you an appreciative hug.
"Hey it's okay, Doll...It wasn't your fault."
"It wasn't yours either." You answered back without missing a beat, allowing him to pull you in and wrapping your arms around his body in response to his embrace.
"Just like it wasn't Isaiah Bradley's fault..." You looked back up at him as he released you from the hug. The two of you gazed at each other briefly and affectionately for a moment before turning your attention over to the the howling commandos display where the usual narrator was retelling the epic tales of the Howling Commandos and how they helped Steve Rogers take down Hydra during World War II.
Bucky gave your hand a little squeeze as you listened the familiar narration begin from the speakers attached to the display board.
"I love you." He murmured leaning over so he was closer to your ear. "...You know?" You nodded. "I know. I love you too...so much." The last two words came out as a murmur as the digital screen changed pictures to show a large old photo of Bucky as he was during his Howling Commando years. Uniform and all.
You gave Bucky's hand a squeeze back as the narrator spoke of how Bucky was the most beloved friend of Steve Rogers and also only Commando to give his life in service. "Any chance I can convince you to wear something like that again?...For me?" You asked on a whim as you admired the sharpness of Bucky's brown army uniform from the Second World War.
Bucky gave you a weird look at your question before letting out an amused chuckle. "Well...I'd have to find something like that to wear first." He muttered, scrutinizing the image of his younger self on the screen.
You shrugged and let go of his hand so you could move to stand in front of him. "That's what the internet is for, Love." You say with a soft mischievous grin.
"Are you being serious?" Bucky asked, still not sure if you were really meant to find a World War II style soldier's uniform for him to wear or if you were just playing around as you sometimes did just to make him laugh for no reason.
But you nodded your head. "Deadly. Come oooon. It could be a fun date idea." You wheedle, grabbing his hand again for emphasis.
Bucky sighed and threw his head back in mild exasperation for a moment before straightening his posture and shooting you a mischievous grin of his own.
"I'll wear a uniform again one more time, if..." Here he paused before tapping the end of your nose in a playful manner. "If you'll wear a 1940s swing dress. I think you could really pull it off." He inclined his head to one side.
You raise an eyebrow at his suggestion, but then you slowly nod as you look down at the t-shirt and jeans you were wearing and tried to picture yourself in a swing dress. Maybe a deep blue one.
"Deal. If we can find them." You say, grinning back up at your boyfriend and Bucky grinned back. "I look forward to it, Doll." Grabbing your hand again, you returned to standing at his side before moving towards the next part of the exhibit.
Noticing as you decide to check out the little mini theater area next where a short interview with the late Peggy Carter was being shown, the growing number of people starting to arrive at the exhibit.