I Need to Tell You Something...

Part 16

*Imagine that Sebastian was wearing casual 40's clothing and that the photo was taken on a camera from the 40's*

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You woke up with Bucky clutching you to his chest. If I may add, he was shirtless. You moved your head so that you could kiss him. He had been asleep, so it took a few moments before he kissed you back, but even then, it was a soft kiss. He yawned and opened his eyes. He silently stared at your face. You just lay there staring back at him.

"Good morning." He said huskily. You smiled.

"Good morning, Bucky." He yawned again and loosened his grip on you. You both sat up. "Did you sleep better during the rest of the night?" He smiled over at you.

"Yeah. You helped me...doll." He added the last part hesitantly, as though he were trying to test the word out. He was in one of his better moods. The day was starting out fine.

"I'm glad to hear it. Are you excited for today?" He sat for a moment, trying to remember what was planned for the day, then his face lit up.

"Yeah, it should be swell." He scooted over to you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before getting up and walking over to the closet. You laughed as you watched him try to pick out an outfit. He turned back towards you. "The sooner you get up, the sooner we can go."

"Pardon me, Mr. Barnes! I didn't realize that you were so excited to leave early!" You saw his face light up when he heard you call him "Mr. Barnes." It had been a joke between the two of you when you were first married.

"Well, Mrs. Barnes, I am, so please get ready." You smiled and got out of bed. You pulled a (F/C) dress out of the closet. It looked like one you had owned back in the 40's. That's the reason you had bought it.

"Say, that dress looks an awful lot like the one that you wore to Carrie Teller's Christmas party in '42." You turned to face Bucky.

"So you can remember that, but you can't remember if you call me 'doll' or not? You really need to get your priorities in line." You joked. His face looked a little sad. "Bucky, I was only foolin'. I love you, flip-flopped priorities and all." He smiled and continued buttoning the shirt that he was putting on.

After you got dressed and ready, you went into the nursery to get James up. You got him dressed and got his diaper bag ready. You pushed him out of the nursery in his stroller.

"Bucky, would you mind carrying this bag for me?" You handed him the diaper bag, and he took it. "Are we ready?" Bucky nodded his head, and the three if you left the floor.

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It was 9 a.m. when the three of you arrived in Brooklyn. You had borrowed one of Tony's cars, much to Jarvis' disapproval.

"Where do you want to go first?" Asked Bucky.

"Well, I'm kinda hungry,and I could go for a cup of coffee. Want to see if the Silver Platter Diner is still in business?" He nodded his head and drive west. He soon pulled up in front of an old diner, which, much to the two of yours pleasure, was still in business. Bucky parked the car, and you got James who was in his carrier.

When you got inside, you asked if you could sit in the middle booth of the five that were up against the window. The hostess let you, so you and Bucky sat down in the booth, the booth which you two had sat in every time you had come before. You sat James' carrier down in the booth next to you.

"It's good to see that the old place is still here." Said Bucky, glancing around at the familiar surroundings.

"Yeah. We do have a lot of memories together here, don't we?" He laughed and looked back at you.

"You could say that. I asked you to be my girl here, I first kissed you here, and I proposed here. It's just a small place for us. I mean, I can think of a place that was more important between us." You looked puzzled.

"You know, back at the apartment. The bedroom..." You could feel yourself turning redder than a tomato.

"James Buchanan Barnes!" You whisper screamed at him and look around to make sure that no one was staring. He just chucked and took your hand in his. "Our son is sitting right here!"

"You and I both know that he won't remember, let alone comprehend what I just said." You glared at Bucky. He just gave you a close match to what was his old smirk. You laughed and looked down at James.

"I think that your daddy is feeling better." James smiled up at you. You looked over at Bucky who was looking across the table at James.

"It's a little hard to believe that our infant son is 70 years old."

"I know what you mean. He'll be almost 90 when he's in high school. He will definitely always be the oldest in his classes." Bucky laughed. A waitress then walked over and took your orders.

"Where do you want to go when we finish here?" Asked Bucky.

"I was kind of hoping we could find the apartment. I would love to see what it looks like now."

"I doubt that, if there is someone living there, that they will let us barge in on their home."

"It's important to me, Buck. I have a really good reason for wanting to go back. Please trust me." He stared at you for a couple seconds before sighing.

"Fine. We'll go try to find the apartment." You smiled at Bucky and squeezed his hand.

"Thank you."

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Sorry it's a short chapter! I wasn't even planning on writing at all tonight! I did, though! So yeah! Don't forget to give me some feedback, please and thank you! I love you all!!!!

~Peggy ❤💚💙