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Bucky padded into the living room of their floor in the tower, a hand on his sweatpants to keep them from falling down. Steve sat in the couch with his sketching pad in his lap, his face scrunched up in the concentration Bucky had come used to seeing whenever Steve was drawing something.
“Hey,” he said and sat down in the couch, nudging Steve with a sock clad toe.
“What?” Steve sighed and looked up from the pad.
“You wanna get married? You know, now that it’s legal and all.”
Steve stared at him, his lips slightly parted as if about to say something, but he stayed quiet.
“Umm, Steve?” Bucky said, nudging Steve with his whole foot this time. “Are you okay?”
Steve shook himself and then frowned. “No, you’ve ruined everything now.”
“Uh, come again?” Bucky asked, honestly confused. How had he ruined everything by proposing they get married?
“I had this perfect, super romantic plan for proposing, and now you’ve ruined that! How am I supposed to get to do it when you just… do that?!”
Bucky blinked in confusion before leaning forward. “You’re upset, because I ruined your plan of proposing by proposing myself?”
“Yes!” Steve answered and threw his hands up in exasperation.
Bucky just looked at him for a moment more before surging forward into Steve’s lap, not caring about the art supplies there. “You big fucking dork,” he said and leaned in to kiss him. “You don’t have to do something big, this is enough. Just being allowed to marry you is enough, it always have been.”
“Don’t go sappy on me, Buck,” Steve said and rubbed his eyes. Bucky was absolutely sure he could hear a small sniff.
When they eventually calmed down they laid down on the couch, Steve with his back to the back of the couch with his arm securely around Bucky’s waist. Bucky had his head resting on Steve’s shoulder, his hands balling up Steve’s shirt.
“So, you never gave me an answer.”
“Do you really even have to ask, Buck? I’ve been ready to marry you since forever.”