Where Do We Go?
"I'm going to do it." Bucky announced one day.
"Do what?" Sam said, mouth full of a sub.
"I'm going to propose."
"Thank god. You know how hard it is to keep that specific secret from Steve?"
"I can imagine, fanboy."
Sam frowned then rolled his eyes. Bucky had been wanting to propose to Steve for decades. But life always got in the way. First, it was being young, stupid and in the twenties. Then, it was trying to make ends meet. Then Sarah happened. Then the war and the serum and Azzano. The fall. Hydra. And so on. But maybe now, Bucky can do it. They're going to have two pups together. Bucky wasn't a mindless assassin or under Hydra anymore. He was an Avenger now. He'd follow Steve to Hell and back. He has done it their whole lives and now, he's able to do it again.
"Bucky!" Sam called out.
"Jesus Christ, what?" Bucky jolted.
"I called your name like ten times, fool."
"What do you want? I'm trying to eat."
"I asked how you were going to propose."
"Oh."
Bucky thought. He wanted to do it the way he was going to when Steve was pregnant with Sarah. Although, thinking about it now, proposing during sex seems like a young, stupid kid's dream. Also, Steve may not appreciate it.
"I will have to think more on it." Bucky cleared his throat.
"You were going to do it during sex, weren't you?" Sam arched an eyebrow.
"...No."
"Who the hell does that?"
"We were young and it seemed like a good idea at the time!"
"STILL."
"I mean we were kinda young when Steve got pregnant with Sarah."
"And?"
"When you're young, you do lots of stupid stuff that sounds like a good idea."
"I imagine even back then, Steve would not have been amused."
"How would you do it then, Wilson?"
Sam thought for a moment. Then he smiled.
"His birthday is coming up, isn't it?" Sam smirked.
Bucky's eyes widened. "Yes, it is."