Bucky Barnes had never been this nervous in his entire life. Not when he was drafted, not when Hydra caught him. Because he never cared about his own life so much as he cares about sharing it with you - for the rest of his life.

A few days before, Natasha suddenly has the great idea to get her nails done, asking you to come with her. What a coincidence.

While he has definitely arrived in the modern world by now, some things were better in the fourties’ - like the grand gesture of a proposal. He buys a new suit for the occasion. Combs his hair back. Puts on his most expensive cologne.

He tells you to be ready at a certain time and to wear something nice. When you step outside, a car waits for you. You don’t get any information where you’re going or what is happening. A dinner? A concert? You expect everything - but this.

The proposal is private and quiet, he doesn’t want an audience for something so sacred. There are candles and flowers everywhere.

He waits on a rooftop, overlooking the whole city. A warm summer breeze greets you when you step out of the elevator, your heart threatens to explode when your eyes land on him. He smiles warmly and reaches out his hand for you - before he sinks down on one knee and pulls out the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

He prepares a speech, but forgets everything in the second he lays eyes on you. So he improvises and lets his heart speak. He tells you what you mean to him, how you change his world for the better - every single day. He tells you so many wonderful things that you’re already a crying mess before he even asks the question.

“Doll…”, he says gently, looking up at you with a warm smile. His eyes are full of love. “Will you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?”