“God, i couldn’t tell you how long it’s been since i’ve done something like this.” Bucky grinned, taking in the sight of the large hall - filled to the brim with all kinds of vintage furniture and memorabilia. The soft sounds of jazz from a nearby record player filled the space and set a calming, and quite frankly romantic tone across the room.

The local town hall had organised a sort of dress-up party; 40s and 50s themed for people to dance and have drinks. As much as you wanted to keep it from Bucky and surprise him on the day, you knew he wasn’t one for secrets. Telling him was a great idea, as it turned out - the man immediately beaming at the idea and going out to get you and him outfits. He’d gotten hold of his old army uniform from the 40s, and you had a beautiful patterned vintage dress, dolled up in the makeup worn of the times.

He had one of his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as you took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink for you and himself. “You look gorgeous tonight, doll.” Bucky murmured softly to you, reaching out to gently grasp your hand in his, the pet name sipping out naturally, as it always did.