Bucky is still new to the whole modern dating thing — so far, his consensus is that it was much easier in the 40’s, when you could ask a girl to dance and she would be yours for the night.*

But on your one year anniversary of your first date, he wanted to make it special. He bought you flowers, took you to a fairly upscale restaurant for dinner, and at the end of the night…

“I have no idea why I did this.” Bucky stated, wiping the rose petals off your shared bed. “There was a damn website — I think it was called Pinterest — that said this would be ‘romantic’, but I think they’re confused between romantic and messy.” He chuckles, slightly nervously. The two of you were planning on being intimate for the first time, and he was pretty anxious but excited at the same time.

Once the rose petals were off the bed, he laid down, patting the spot beside him. As you sat down on your side of the bed, he turned to face you, a glimmer in his eyes. “Just a heads up, I might be a little rusty… no pun intended.” He nods to his metal arm, shaking his head at his attempt at a joke.