1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

24.

Morning arrives all too soon.

We stayed up all night together. At the first bird chirping to notify us of morning, we both groan, knowing our remaining time together is dwindling.

"Buck are you sure you don't want to sleep at all?" I ask, knowing he's been awake since the morning before.

"For the hundredth time, doll, no. I'll sleep on the train and then on the ship. I've got more important things to do..."

"Oh yea? Like what?" I shake my head.

He pulls me on top of him and happily admires the curves of my body uncovered before him basking in the sunrise. "Staring at you. Soaking in my last live show for quite some time... I would think between you and Howard you could come up with some gadget the ease the distance."

"Maybe we'll get there one day." I roll my eyes. "But until then, those photos you took will just have to do..."

"It sounds awful. Feel free to send more anytime." He chuckles. "In our house I want lots of windows, mostly in our room, I want to see the sunrise on you every morning. And be able to see the sunset too."

He brushes some curls from my sun soaked cheek as I keep my hands on my hips. "I'll add it to the criteria. Maybe we'll talk to Howard about getting something built..."

"That may be a conversation worth having." He nods. "I'd also like a window seat though... somewhere to have our coffee and breakfast... to watch the world run around..." he laughs then dramatically waving his hands around while widening his beautiful blue eyes with exaggeration. "...and to watch you grow more beautiful every second."

I roll my eyes. "You're too much." I chuckle and playfully shove his shoulder.

"Hardly. I've memorized every inch of your body for a reason..."

"Not possible." I shake my head.

He closes his eyes and keeps his left arm around my waist, then trailing his right down my side from my cheek. His finger lands midway down my ribs and he presses gently on the spot. "Then how about this beauty mark here?" He asks with his eyes still closed.

I lift his hand and see he is spot on to a beauty mark. "Lucky guess..."

He keeps his eyes closed and nods. He brings his hand down to an inch or two above my knee. "And then there's this scar..." he hums while tracing the scar tissue before moving back up to my shoulder and pointing out another beauty mark and verbally noting it. He continues successfully at this game for a few more points.

"Okay so you're really good at that..." I say in shock while laughing. "I didn't realize you pay that much attention to those things."

"I pay attention to everything you do. Whenever I'm having a hard time I think of all of those tiny little things and the adorable things you do that maybe you don't even realize." He smiles as he finally makes eye contact. "You will always start with your left foot, whether it's for socks or shoes or stockings or pants, it's always left first.

I know when you have a bad dream that you don't like waking me, so you just hold on extra tight to me. When you're really focused at work, you'll scrunch your eyebrows up and twirl your pencil until you get it. You'll read a good book start to finish in one sitting. When sparring you'd always hold out on me. You never give it your all, I see the frustration on your face when you hit me and I see you fight yourself on it, between putting up a fight and protecting me, not being able to hurt me. But I've seen you knock a bag clean off the chains."