Bucky always enjoyed the quiet walks with you. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined as you took in the sights of the typical Brooklyn streets.

On one of your solo routes around the city, you’d come across an old vintage record store, the first person coming to mind being none other than your 40s music-loving boyfriend.

He was a little confused by the sudden direction change, but it quickly shifted to mild surprise when you’d brought him into the quiet building, his eyes lighting up at all the old records.

“Oh, damn..” He murmured, turning back to you with a quirked eyebrow. “How’d you come about this place?” He asked, a little lopsided smile curling at his lips at how thoughtful it was on your part to think of him.