Chapter Text
"Will you marry me?"
The words had tumbled out of James' mouth before he could stop them. He felt a deep burn of regret; not that he had asked Stephanie to marry him, but the way he had.
He didn't have a ring, and he wasn't on one knee. Hell, even that wasn't good enough for his Steph. But instead, the words had slipped their way out while his head lay on her lap, her fingers messing with his hair in the way she knew made him sleepy.
He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, opening his mouth to say something (anything, really, to make her forget he'd opened his mouth) but was quickly overcome with the familiarity of her lips on his.
He lost himself in the soft flavor of the honey from her tea, until he felt the splash of a tear on his cheek, and his blonde haired, blue eyes angel let out a sniffly giggle.
"Of course I'll marry you, Bucky."
His breath left him in an instant, and the only thing he could seem to say was that he didn't have a ring for her.
"Shush," She said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. And she made him, with those honey-soft lips of hers.