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When Steve had initially found out about a movie theater you can go to in your car he was over the moon.
When he was a kid he could barely go to the movie theater at all, scraping together pennies to go see The Wizard of Oz just one more time. But he did love the movies; all the bright colors, the acting, the orchestra playing at the beginning, it was truly amazing. So of course when Bucky asked if Steve wanted to go to the drive in he said yes.
They didn’t even care what they were going to see, just happy to have the experience. When the two pulled into the outdoor theater in their pickup truck Bucky had borrowed from Stark for the occasion, Steve was practically vibrating in his seat, he was so excited.
“I don’t even think I’ve been to the movies since I went on ice, Buck! And you can watch it from your car , this is just. It’s just so cool.” Steve calmed himself for a moment. “Sorry, I’ve probably been talking your ear off the whole time” he chuckled a bit at his own child-like enthusiasm.
Bucky smiled at Steve as they backed into a space, the flatbed in the direction of the screen. “Don’t be. Seeing you happy makes me happy. I’ll go get the snacks and the little speaker thing.” he pecked Steve’s cheek and set off for the concessions stand.
The former assassin couldn’t keep the dumb grin off his face as he approached the stand, still basking in the glow of his wonderfully adorable husband. He may or may not have freaked the poor ship attendant out a bit, but that’s okay. Anything for Steve.
As Bucky walked back to the car the previews had already begun playing and Steve could be seen from afar watching the screen intently. Quickly tossing the snacks in the back of the truck and pulling out his phone, Bucky snapped a pictures a few feet from the car, happy to have nice photos of his husband who was currently pretending he didn’t see the camera for the sake of the photos.
“C’mon, let’s lay the blankets out,” Bucky kissed Steve’s cheek once again and grabbed the blankets from the backseat. He bundled a few up into a makeshift pillow and lauded the rest out for the both of them to lie on. As soon as he was done Steve flopped down onto the flatbed, immediately groaning in pain from the harsh metal.
Bucky laughed. “Yeah maybe don’t throw yourself onto a metal vehicle?” Steve flipped him off. “Love you too, honey.”
Bucky sat down next to Steve like a normal human being and wrapped an arm around the other man, cuddling him close. Steve huffed, wriggling around until he got comfortable practically in Bucky’s lap, his legs thrown over the man’s legs and his arms drawn up to his chest.
They stayed comfortable like that as the movie played in the background, occasionally exchanging sweet kisses and snarky comments about the film, and it was enough. The perfect kind of relaxing night that brings in nothing but good feelings.
For Steve, things like this had always been exciting. Considering the fact that he missed 70 years worth of living it was to be expected, but it wasn’t any less adorable to Bucky. If the man was being honest, he was barely watching the movie at all, content to just see the pleased look on Steve’s face the whole night. The two ended up staying for a second movie, being both too lazy to get up and having way too much fun to leave. And neither of them wouldn’t have it any other way. And so what if the drive-in staff had to personally escort them out, they were national icons. National icons that happened to plan extensive date nights at the drive-in every week from then on.