A quiet march morning. The snow has melted, but it's not warm enough to take off your jacket yet.

He's lying in bed, his blue eyes slightly narrowed as James gently brushes soft strands of hair away from your face. His gaze softens as your heart beats louder.

He can't believe that he's been waking up with you every morning for years, making you breakfast, giving you a morning kiss and all his love. A velvet ring box, safely hidden in the closet, pops up in his memories.

Bucky smiles, stroking your cheek.

"Please, be my meaning..."