Bucky and Y/N short stories

short story 11

I was sitting outside in the garden reading a book.
"Doll, look what I found," said Bucky, who just came up to me. He had a box in his hand. I put my book away and looked at him with a smile.

"Where did you get them now?" I asked with a smile.
"I kept cleaning out the boxes and I found them in one." he said with a smile and sat down next to me on the bench.
"You didn't have to do that, Buck." I said quietly.
"I know, doll." he said smiling.
He opens the box. The first thing to be seen inside were our homemade sparklers.
"Can you still remember that?" he asked happily.
I nodded. "How could I not?" I said with a laugh.

"We pissed everyone off with that and torched the ceiling."
"And the whole lawn." he said, laughing.
"Yesss."
"Are we just going to burn the lawn again?" he asked.
"Yesss."
"And the ceiling."
"Yesss."
"Cool and our hair." he said.
"No." I said in a panic.
Bucky laughed and I had to laugh with him.
"We're not doing this so it's clear. Because I like to keep the house and everything." I said seriously.
He nodded and smiled.
"This is where we grow old and our kids grow up, doll." Bucky said with a smile and took me in his arms.