It was always interesting seeing Bucky mad. He never really showed anger towards you, not you two didn't go without any fights, but he always kept his composure . Bucky rarely raised his voice at you, not that you've haven’t overheard him yelling at his “business associates” over the phone. He never raised a hand to you, even though he’s come home to you with bruised knuckles.
But this particular mad: his jaw was clenched, the hand that rested on his thigh held the fabric of the couch in his fist .Usually when you’re cuddling up to him, all the tension in his body would evaporate. Not this time.
Your day with Bucky wasn’t great.
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, went wrong. Bucky’s been planning your anniversary for months. All he needed from you was to show up and look beautiful, as you always do.
What he didn't need was for the weather channel to be wrong, ruining your blowout with the rain. Your curls reverted back to their natural state, running two hours of blow drying and fussing with your hair. Bucky thought you still looked beautiful.
What he didn't need was for the florist to be out of your favorite flowers and your favorite bagel spot ( which is in another city) to be closed the day of your anniversary. And that set the theme for the entire day.
What he did not need was your favorite restaurant to double-book your table on the rooftop. When the hostess told him they had accidentally double-booked, Bucky looked like he wanted to explode. Honestly, he did.
“I need to speak to your manager,” he huffed. The poor hostess scrambled away like a mouse, leaving your boyfriend fuming.
Part of you thinks he’s going a little overboard, considering this was a mistake you could easily made yourself. But you know he wanted today to be perfect for you. That's how he wants everything to be for you.
“Bucky,” you grabbed his shoulder so he could face you, “ Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Light-”
“It was an innocent mistake, Jamie. Imagine if I was the hostess and some rich, billionaire loser had nothing better to do than yell at me?”, you stated, knowing you had him there.
Bucky cracked a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, “Are you calling me a loser, light?”
“You are a loser if you berate that poor hostess even more! Besides, if you take someone else’s table you could ruin their anniversary.”
Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “ What do you wanna do then, light?”, deep down he felt guilty, knowing he had unleashed his anger about not this particular mistake, but of all of today’s mishaps on the poor hostess.
“Go somewhere else,” you smiled. “There are hundreds of restaurants in New York, I’m sure one of them has an open table.”
After the manager profusely apologized for the error, Bucky slipped a hundred-dollar bill to the hostess and grumbled, “Don’t let it happen again.”
Usually all it took was a snap of his fingers and his command and anything Bucky wanted was his (and by proxy, you). But even criminal kingpin’s are victims of circumstance, sometimes.
You turned to look at Bucky and pinched his cheek. “ Is something wrong, Bucky?”
He shrugged, Bucky’s eyes not leaving the movie playing in front of him. He’s pouting.
“ I had a great day,” you pondered, “ I had a burger from Margarita’s and….”
“It was supposed to be perfect!,” he said, slightly raising his voice. “ All of fucking days there are suddenly no more flowers or-”
“Jamie,” you touched his chest, snapping him out of his rage. “It’s not a big deal,” you giggled.
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You think this is funny, light?”
“I know today didn’t go according to plan, but I’m just happy that we spent the day together. I mean, thanks to the heavens, my boss let me have a day off.”
If he hadn’t, Bucky would have ‘suggested’ to him to let you have the day off. .
“Even though I didn't get any flowers, any bagels, or dinner on a rooftop, I think I’d rather have none of that than my hair getting ruined. It took me two hours to blow dry my hair!”
Bucky let out a chuckle. “I just wanted it to be perfect,” he reiterated somberly.
“It was perfect.” You know Bucky would move mountains to make you happy. Today proved that very fact. “ But I got to spend the day with you. How can I be sad about that?”
Damn, could you be any more perfect? Everything went to shit, yet you still look at him like he handed you the moon on a silver platter.
“I’m gonna’ get water,” you stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.
“It’s actually kinda funny how everything went south today,” you shouted, grabbing a bottle of water from the shelf.
“How’s that, light?”
“Because I thought you were going to propose.” Bucky stayed quiet.
“I mean, hello, you told me to do my hair, do my nails, you told me to dress up really nice,” you rambled, “when you tell someone to get all dolled up and you have an extravagant day planned, it’s a classic sign that you’re proposing.”
You plopped next to Bucky, “ Which means you don't have the element of s-” You looked at him, holding a ring box with a beautiful princess cut diamond with a solitaire gold band in the middle. Were your hands sweaty or was that the condensation from the water bottle?
Bucky adjusted himself so he can face you with a soft smile on his lips. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. “ I can’t imagine waking up everyday and not having you by my side. You’re the light of my life. You make every one of my dark days better with your presence. I want to be there with you when you have your good, bad, and dark days.”
Bucky thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. If it did, he would hand it to you. “Will you marry me?”
Tears were flowing down your face like a waterfall. You wanted to break out into song and dance, jump off of a building without any fear, you wanted this. You wanted him.
You nodded, swiping your tears, “ Yes! I’ll marry you!” You smashed your lips on top of his, as if not another moment could be wasted. Bucky kissed you back with just as much vigor, but pulled away. “ Let me put the ring on you, Light!” he exclaimed.
He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your ring finger. It was a perfect fit. “ I can’t wait to marry you, Jamie.”
“ I can’t wait till you’re my wife, light.”