Bucky had wanted an outing for a long while now - something simple, but he wasn’t really all for fancy vacations with overpriced restaurants and crowds of tourists.

Nowadays, he much preferred places where he could just be quiet and contemplative. Where else to go but a vast field just on the outskirts of the more rural states? Here, the night sky lit up with little twinkling stars, galaxies like watercolour splashes and small shooting stars visible if you squinted enough.

He’d been a little nervous to ask you about it ever since he came up with the idea in his head; maybe you thought it was cheap or boring to just sit on a field and watch the sky for a few hours. But he realised that stargazing was literally an activity that most people enjoyed, and you were never one to turn down an outing with him if it just meant spending some time together.

He felt like a couple mountains were lifted off his shoulders when you happily agreed to go with him, and soon you were on his bike, travelling through the city until it turned to neighbourhoods, turned to flatlands, turned to vast fields.

As he stopped on a more secluded site and you both settled, laid out across the grass, Bucky was silent at first. It had been a while since he could get quiet like this, but soon he was pointing out a few of the cooler looking stars, and occasionally mentioning some memories from his childhood that the stars reminded him of.

He pointed out a few patterns in the black sky, mumbling softly to himself in thought, and then he noticed another larger cluster of stars - perhaps a constellation.

“Is that Cassiopeia? No… No, definitely not.”

A pause, then:

“I have no idea what the constellations look like.”