“I don’t care, dad! I will marry Bucky!” You yelled as you slammed the door to tour house shut. You took a deep breath to calm down, but your heart was pumping adrenaline through your veins like crazy. This might have been the worst fight you’ve been in with your parents - ever. You spun around on your heels, looking right into a pair of steel blue eyes. Bucky stood a few feet away, leaning against his motorcycle. His arms were crossed in front of his broad chest and an amused smile played around his lips. “Feeling rebellious today, doll?” He asked.

You strutted towards him, your chin raised. “It’s not an empty threat.” You said, your tone missing the usual uncertainty regarding this topic. “I don’t care what they say. If they would really love me, they would support my decision.” You said, grabbing the spare helmet from Bucky. As you looked at him again, his amused expression was gone. He slowly realized that you were serious. “You want to do it?” He asked, causing you to chuckle. You didn’t get the chance to make him speechless often. “Yes, Bucky. Let’s run away and get married.” You said with a mischievous grin on your lips as you got on your tiptoes and pressed your lips on his.