#missunionjack

breath catches , his throat rough from scolding her for backing away from a mission . guilt settles somewhere inside of him . he despises yelling at her, it’s one of the few things he hates about his position. she deserves a boyfriend who’s job isn’t to reprimand her . chocolate eyes slip shut for a moment. peggy ? peggy deserves the world and it has been so hard to feel like he’s what she deserves. that he can give her the world. how can he when he can’t even walk on his own anymore ? 

he moves from his own chair to kneel in front of her, his crutch laying at his side . hands pulls hers from her face, a pair of brown eyes trying to catch her own. “ peggy -” a pause, deep breath taken and released. “ - i never meant to berate you. you know i would never. ” 

Oh yes absolutely go on the boat, it was magic!

at time he wonders if he made the right choice by coming back, if he had been certain the little girl had his mother’s eyes but then peggy looks at him with her deep brown eyes and steve knows that he did. he would move the heavens to be with her . in a way, he already had . there was no future for him in the future . never felt like he belonged in such a place . he spent years missing peggy. to finally return to her, having her be his wife , it’s a fairytale come true. 

steve always wanted children . growing up he didn’t think he would be given the chance. what dame wanted a husband who could die from the yearly cold ? then he got big and strong and he had her . visions of a life together, of small kids under foot. then he went under and woke up in the future to the knowledge the world went one without him. 

but he came back. he came back for her .

the way his hand feels in hers, the glint in her eye as she looks back at him . how could he deny her . arm tugs her to his chest, ocean blue eyes looking down at her with musch love he feels like he could burst at the seems. “ with you, my love -” he starts before pressing a kiss to the spot behind her ear  “ - i’m up for any challenge .” 

chocolate eyes are rolling in the back of his head . it has been so long since someone touched him in this way . after bastone,  the idea of having someone else see the myriad of scars at the base of his stump filled him with anxiety . no one needs to see the mess his body has become . but peggy has a way of breaking down his walls. first, she destroyed the wall around his heart and now the one of fear that still resides in him . 

THE FIRST THING STEVE DOES WHEN HE MOVES SOMEWHERE NEW IS FIND A CHURCH. his religion is very important to him and the best way to become apart of a community . he attends service, watches as the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life play piano in the corner but doesn’t say anything. he attends donuts and coffee afterwards and makes a few new friends, but he doesn’t get the courage to speak to the woman until a month after moving . 

a coffee cup in his hand, a shy smile on his face, he makes his way over to her . it takes him less than two seconds to notice the fact that her left hand is bare - not that’s his only goal - but it was something on his mind. he’s always wanted the whole settle down, get married, have a few kids . 

but he’s young. and he doesn’t even know her name yet. 

Maybe it’s the holidays or the fact that every morning seeing your displays bring a smile to my face… or the fact that you sample and test even the worst of my creations, but I’m feeling sentimental and I wanted you to know if I haven’t said it already— I’m so very grateful to know you and have you in my life.

Last year my Christmas wish was for someone I could call a friend as it’s been lonely since I moved over here. You have been an answered prayer Bucky, a friend and more, and you bring me so much joy.

Next night out, drinks are on me.

Bring both your left feet 😂

I’ll make sure there’s snacks in my purse to soak everything up when we get ahead of ourselves.

Never change. ♥️

-P x

Bucky finds the note slipped into that morning's bag of croissants he'd picked up on the way to his shop. Bakeries and florists did not have the luxury of closing for Christmas --- too many people in need of last minute gifts, and something to take back to their families --- though Bucky had started a little later, stopping by for a Christmas morning breakfast at his sister's house.

He reads Peggy's note as he munches on a croissant, hearing the words off the page in her voice. They bring a smile to his face, and a warmth to his chest. It seemed they had both found each other in times of need, become a support first by the proximity of their shops, and then as friends.

He sends her a text during the first ten minutes that he doesn't have a customer in the shop.