You told them to give you three days. On the third day, you'd call the one who you had chosen. It would be hard, but you needed some time to think completely to yourself. And after much deliberation, you'd decided that the man you couldn't live without was the one you'd choose.

That man was absolutely Bucky Barnes.

There's a quiet knock on your door. Bucky stands outside, very nervous and jittery. "I know you were supposed to call, but I had to come see you. One last time, if that be the case." He looks up to you, seeing the phone in your hand. On it, you had his number dialled, and moments later, his cell rings.

"I was just about to call you," you reply, a smile forming on your lips. "I can't live without you, Bucky. I know that now. You're not just a childhood lover. You're my soul mate."

Bucky's face changes drastically from nervous pain to joyful happiness. He rushes up to you, wrapping you up in his arms, pushing the both of you back into your small house. "Thank you," he says between kisses. "God, thank you. I won't let you down, [Y/n]. I swear to God I won't."

You can't help but smile as he picks you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom. He lays you down, then slides in beside you. "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Barnes?" You raise an eyebrow as he hovers over your body.

He smirks, leaning in feverishly close, his body heat brushing onto you. "Don't get your mind all dirty. I just wanna kiss you. Is that against the law?" He continues peppering you with kisses.

A giggle escapes your lips, your hands playing in his hair. "No, but it should be."

TO BE CONTINUED...