“Love, I’m so sorry.” Bucky said, repeating himself for the tenth time now. “It’s okay.” You insisted with a chuckle on your lips. It was almost adorable how guilty he felt. You two were standing in front of one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. It was fully booked; and Bucky had made a reservation for the 14th of March, not February. You heard your stomach growl but quickly tried to smile like nothing happened. “And now you’re starving because of me!” He said, shaking his head. He had tried to bribe the staff that worked here, then he tried to intimate them with his signature brooding glare. Afterwards, the two of you had been escorted out of the restaurant.

Bucky was chewing on his lower lip. It was your first Valentine’s Day together and he wanted to make it special. While you didn’t really care that much, it was enough to simply spent time with him, his brain was working full time to find an alternative right now. “Come with me.” He said, taking your hand and dragging you out on the street again.

You had no idea how he had managed it to make it happen, but twenty minutes later, you checked in into one of the nicest hotels you’ve ever seen. You didn’t care about your fancy outfit anymore when you dropped on the bed that felt as soft as a cloud. “Oh, this is perfect.” You said with a sigh. Bucky grinned, he was revealed to see you this happy. “Almost.” He said, before someone knocked at your door. You sat up, wondering who that might be. Bucky opened the door and quickly came back with to pizza boxes. “Now it’s perfect.” He said, putting down the pizzas on the bed and leaning in to give you a well deserved kiss.