Bucky had planned to do this multiple times already, but had always cancelled last minute. You didn’t want to pressure him, you told him that you would be there for him when he was ready. And apparently, he was today.

He had parked his car on the small parking lot next to the graveyard and opened the umbrella for both of you. You linked arms with him as you walked onto the graveyard in silence. You knew that Bucky was a master of keeping a straight pokerface, but you also felt how much his arm was trembling. You squeezed his arm, trying to show your support to him somehow, but you knew that he wouldn’t want to talk about it now.

Your eyes wandered over the different gravestones, reading their names and the dates they were born and died. Until you suddenly bumped into Bucky, who had stopped walking, his eyes directed to the gravestones in front of him. Your eyes followed his, reading the name. Rebecca Mary Barnes Born 11th of March 1920 Deceased 12th of December 1949