Bucky and Kyndra had a pretty peaceful relationship once…until they got a pretty damn good surprise that changed their lives forever. With her culinary career taking off, Bucky decides to retire and stay at home with their twin boys but is the Winter Soldier ever really off duty even if he’s a dad?
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WC: 1.2k words Warnings:Fluffy fluff. A/N: The reader-character in this story is a male character who uses he/they pronouns.
“Okay, wait, wait,” Bucky stopped when he parked his car.
“What?” you frowned, smiling at him.
The exhibition was a big success, and he was right: all of your paintings were sold by the third-hour mark - something he had to credit, in part, to Tony, as he was the one who invited his millionaire friends and got you in contact with an agent earlier in the year. You were very happy now, and even found people who were interested in getting more paintings from you, and Bucky was hoping that his surprise could make you even happier.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, taking the blindfold from the glove compartment.
You giggled.
“Bucky, I literally live here,” you argued, although still closing your eyes. “I know exactly where we are going.”
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” he insisted.
What was there to spoil? Bucky wasn’t quite sure.
His plan, however, involved getting a blindfold, and he was going to use a blindfold.
After he had left home, Wanda had texted about doing some cute thing with the house and placing everything he needed around the living room, so that Bucky’s surprise could go as smoothly as possible, and he didn’t want to spoil anything.
“What are you trying to do?” you took your hand to your face, touching the fabric over your eyes, and he simply swaddled it away.
“Come on, it’s a surprise,” he insisted, pulling you out of the car.
You were grinning as Bucky guided you into your shared flat, and turned on the lights to find the food Wanda has prepared placed on hot plates, and a note on the fridge he suspected was to inform him about the dessert inside.
“Can I take this off now?” you asked, taking your hands up.
He looked around the room, completely thrown off of his rhythm when he realised he actually didn’t know where to start. Maybe with the food? You were hungry, right?
Or with the surprise? Cause you could be tired by the end of the night, so maybe it was vest to get all of the emotions in now?
“Yes, yes,” he confirmed, untying it as he looked around the room.
Where were the papers, again?
Did Wanda change their placements? Oh, no.
“What are you looking for?” you asked, confused.
Bucky raised a single finger, and then rushed to the little table in front of the couch, finding the folder where he’d put both his retirement papers and the documents from the farm.
“This!” he exclaimed, and then blushed when he realised you were watching him with raised eyebrows. “Let’s see down.”
You nodded, and sat down on the couch, waiting silently as Bucky tried to gather his thoughts and ideas.
Alright, he knew he should have a plan for this part of the surprise too. He had planned everything else, though, and thought that by the time he got to this, then he would either have everything planned out or knew what he was going to do!
Bucky fumbled with the file, unsure of what to say first to you.
Maybe tell you that he bought the farm?
No, no. First, you needed to know why he did that, right? First, you would need to know why he had gotten you the farm, right?
“Bucky?” you called.
He looked at you with wide eyes, and you smiled gently, reaching for him and taking his hand.
“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Whatever you have to tell me, I’m sure it is wonderful. It is alright if you stumble with your words, because I know your intentions are always the best.”
He exhaled and swallowed down, nodding to himself, a little less nervous now.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Alright.”
You watched him quietly and Bucky sat down, taking the first roll of papers and giving it to you, trying not to tremble.
“I spent the last six months doing this,” he gave you his retirement papers. “And I hate hiding things from you, but I just wanted to show you when everything was finished and we were ready and…”
“You’re retired?” you interrupted him, sounding completely shocked. “You have retired from SHIELD?”
He nodded, a little breathless, honestly feeling like he was just done running a damn marathon. Your face was unreadable, and suddenly, he was afraid. What if you didn’t approve of his decision? What if he had done something stupid?
“I have,” he confirmed. “I know we talked about it and I said I wouldn’t, but you said you wanted kids and I want kids,” he explained, trying not to speak too fast. “And then the twins, Wanda’s twins, they are so cute, and I just wish we could have our own twins, but Billy and Tommy have powerful parents, and we are not powerful, and our kids would be kids who need a safe environment! I don’t think we can raise kids here, and I don’t want to wait until…”
You took his face in his hand, and kissed his lips, shutting him up, and Bucky relaxed in your arms, falling into silence.
“Thank you,” you smiled.
Bucky grinned, panting a little, and bit his lower lip.
“And I bought the farm,” he told you. “The one with the strawberry field.”
Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened wide as you seemed to start processing it.
“You…” you stuttered, opening and closing your mouth. “We… Bucky!”
He waited for what you were going to say, and his eyes widened when you covered your mouth with a hand.
“Bucky!” you sniffed, about to cry. “You did all of that for me?”
“For us,” he whispered.
You smiled, and he reached for you, kissing the back of your hand and standing up.
“I also have something else,” he told you, ready for the last surprise.
Bucky always knew he was going to marry you at some point, and now he thought it was the best time to start it. He was ready to propose now.
Well, he would do it if he remembered where he put the ring.
“What are you looking for?” you asked, confused.
He hesitated, a little embarrassed, and bit his lower lips.
“Sorry, it’s… uh… it’s a ring,” he mumbled.
You raised your eyebrows, a little shocked, and he blushed when you stood up.
“I’m sorry,” he added quickly. “I don’t know where I put it, I’m sure I had it ready, and…”
“You can use mine,” you suggested gently.
Bucky froze, and stared at you.
“What?”
You put your hand in your pocket and pulled something from inside, biting your lower lip, and he could see how your eyes were a little watery as you showed him the velvet box, opening it with hopeful eyes.
“Here,” you opened it, and he could see a golden ring inside.
Bucky didn’t take it, though, and looked up at your face.
“I guess we both do,” he whispered.
You smiled and nodded, and Bucky reached for you, kissing your lips softly.
“I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours.
“I love you too,” you whispered. “Thank you, so much.”
