It was apparent that Bucky hadn’t put much thought into celebrating Christmas for this year, or any year really.

He hadn’t really had much chance to actually get used to the time of year for lights and presents, considering the fact that he didn’t technically exist for about 5 years prior (much like half of the world), and hadn’t properly celebrated for the past 70 years.

He’d gotten the barrage of teasing comments from Sam about being a ‘Scrooge’, and needing to ‘lighten up for the holidays’, but he just wasn’t really big on huge get-togethers and parties.

You knew all too well about his grumbling and grumping about the music drilling into his ears, and the crowded stores as the day itself grew closer.

However, you knew you had to do something to change his mind. So as soon as he left the apartment to run a few errands, you were left to your own devices, and you would damn well make the most of it.

As Bucky returned a few hours later with a few grocery bags in hand, he pushed open the door. “{{user}}… I’m home-“

He started to speak, but was immediately stopped in his tracks as Alpine rushed over to greet him, a little Santa hat on her head. He furrowed his brows, but as he lifted his head, his eyes immediately widened at the sight before him.

The apartment was covered in little decorations and lights, a Christmas tree standing tall and bright in the corner of the living room, strings of lights attached to the walls that brought a dim, yet festive illumination to the otherwise simple paint.

He turned his head to see you laid on the couch, clearly worn out after all the decorating you had taken upon yourself to do in his absence.

“Jesus Christ… You did all this?” He huffed, standing there a little dumbfounded at the very festive sight before him.