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Bucky’s motorcycle came to a stop in the parking lot where Sam was waiting.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Bucky replied, swiftly closing the distance between them and leaning in for a kiss.
Sam melted into Bucky, bracing himself against his chest, where… something… moved? Not Bucky, but…
The something meowed.
“Oh my god.” Sam pushed away from Bucky, unzipping his motorcycle jacket, hoping somehow it wouldn’t be what he thought. “You brought your cat ?”
“She- I couldn’t find a sitter! I don’t know how long I’ll be out, I can’t just leave her!”
“I think you’re too attached to this cat.”
“I am not!”
“First you bring her to group therapy, now she’s coming on missions, what’s next, you marrying her?”
“She’s not my type.” Bucky said with a flat tone. “Besides, then I wouldn’t be able to marry you .” His eyes flicked to connect with Sam’s.
Sam sputtered. “I- marry me?”
“Don’t –” Bucky flushed, losing his usual deadpan confidence. “– Don’t act like you’re surprised . It’s been almost two years now. This isn’t- I’ve just been thinking about it.”
“Y’know,” Sam said, not looking him in the eye, “some people would say that’s moving a little fast.”
“Well, back in my day, two years was basically your whole life. I’m just a little old-fashioned, I guess.” Bucky hunched forward in his seat.
Sam glanced over at him. He almost- he did look nervous, after Sam had been so surprised by the idea of marriage. “...I’m not… not thinking about that stuff, y’know.”
Bucky looked back at him, making eye contact. “Well shit,” he chuckled, “good, ‘cause you had me scared for a minute there…”
They both kept looking at each other in the silence, neither sure what to say. Sam reached out and put his hand on Bucky’s, leaning over a little awkwardly between the car seats. That hand slowly moved up his metal arm, until Sam’s other hand joined it in holding Bucky’s face, pulling him in for a kiss.
They probably shouldn’t have been doing anything so distracting during a mission, but… they were always on a mission, it seemed like. Bucky didn’t seem too bothered by the unprofessional behavior, and neither did his cat sleeping in the backseat. In fact, Bucky seemed desperate. He always did, when they were like this.
Even when he was confident enough to bring up marriage, Bucky still seemed like every kiss they shared might be the last. Like this might all get taken away, so he had to squeeze every bit of love out of Sam while he still could. Thankfully, Sam wasn’t going to run out any time soon.
It was- noises. Bucky broke away from him, snapping his gaze out the window. “That’s our guy.”
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“No sudden movements, or my psychic vampire cat will eat you.” Bucky said, waving Alpine at the agent, entirely serious, despite the fact that Sam had the psychic vampire bird , thank you. The rest was simple. Drop the agent off at O.F.U., try not to lose them on the way there.
Meaning they had some time to talk. “So, if you’ve been thinking about proposing, and I’ve been thinking about proposing…” Sam paused, folding his arms. “Seems like there’s an implicit agreement in there, I dunno.”
Bucky let the silence linger. Maybe… maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He probably should’ve left that topic for later, when they were alone, and after he had more time to think…
“You’re right,” Bucky said, “but I don’t have a ring… here… and I was planning on something a little fancier.”
“You don’t have a ring here , but you have one lying around at home, don’t you.”
“...It’s in a box , not lying around , obviously!”
“But you have one.”
“Yeah.” Bucky said.
The silence lingered for a while.
“Y’know…” Bucky grinned, eyeing Sam. “if we get hitched, Alpine is our cat.”
“Jeez, I dunno if I wanna commit to owning a cat together…”
“ Scheisse , can you two get a room?” The Hydra agent burst out.
“Buddy,” Sam said. “You’re in
my
car. Maybe don’t commit crimes next time.”