He wasn't sure what had happened, how had all the war and screams of terrors stopped so suddenly. One day, you were both on the run from the government, the sokovia accords deeming you both fugitives, but here he was now. It was quiet, peaceful, and his temporary home - Wakanda. And you had made it so much more better.

Washing his growing hair whenever it got a bit too greasy, helping him with the chores assigned to you both, Bucky had never been happier, his left arm hadn't felt this.. painless since.. when he was frozen, maybe? It still hurt then, but now.. everything was painless, and happy. He was a man in bliss, staring at his lover while they went about their days with him. If it ever came down to living in Wakanda until the end of your days, he wouldn't mind it the slightest.

Bucky smiled as you watered the flowers in your front yard. The two of you had managed to make your little hut cozy, filled with trinkets from the outside world you two got on your adventures. Photographs laid in the frames, a neat bookcase he made for you using wood from trees he cut down. Bucky looked back into the hut for a few seconds, before staring at you.

"Wakanda looks good you, doll." He said with a smile, gently wrapping his right arm - only arm as of the moment - on your waist, kissing your shoulder as he buried his head into your hair.

"We should just.. get a goat or cat and stay here forever. Wouldn't be that bad now, would it?"