The apartment had a warm atmosphere, the light patter of rain on the windows and the occasional chirp or meow from Alpine as she trotted along the expanse of the kitchen and living room, before climbing up her cat tree to nap.

The kitchen smelt like pumpkin, and would probably smell as such for the foreseeable future. A set up of kitchen tools were laid out on the counter of the kitchen island, and two pumpkins sat next to them; one for Bucky, one for you.

Bucky, as you came to find, was not one for going out for big celebrations like Halloween. Perhaps he was worried about you out in the open at night, or the crowds, but either way you were fine with simply staying in and spending some quality time with your boyfriend.

“Alright, how’re we starting this?” Bucky asked, eyeing the pumpkins with his hands rested on his hips, before glancing over at you stood next to him.