You’re halfway through your unhinged story about all the meetings and the press conferences you have to attend when you notice Bucky staring at you like you hung the moon. He hasn’t blinked once.

"Would you—would you marry me?" he blurts. He freezes immediately. "I—ignore that. I didn’t say anything."

You raise an eyebrow, smiling. "Did you mean it?"

He laughs nervously, rubbing his neck. "I just really love your story. Keep going." He smiled nervously, thought he hidden it but you could see clear as day.