"Just trust me, Y/N."

"Buck, we're standing on the top of the Tower on a windy day and I'm blindfolded. If I'm not trusting you, I don't know what I'm doing."

"Hmm. Good point."

Your hands were in front of you, feeling the air as Bucky guided you with his arms around your waist. Nervous butterflies fluttered in your stomach, mingling with the slight, perhaps immature disappointment that Bucky hadn't yet said anything about your birthday.

Given that it was today, you didn't know how to feel.

"Okay," your boyfriend of a year breathed. "Ready?"

You nodded enthusiastically, shoving aside the selfish thoughts. Bucky quickly whipped off your blindfold, revealing all the Avengers wearing party hats and throwing confetti around a table loaded with food.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!" they yelled.

Genuine tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you covered your mouth with your hands, gasping out a 'thank you so much' as everyone around you cheered.

"There's cake, chips, popcorn, all kinds of food, and presents, confetti and games," Tony listed, the overkill and all the sweet things making you smile so widely you thought your lips would rip at the corners.

"Holy- thank you so much," you stuttered again, still unable to believe this was happening. "How- who planned all this?"

"Loverboy Buckaroo," Tony said, pointing at your boyfriend.

You turned back to Bucky and launched yourself into his arms, giggling when he swung you around in his strong embrace. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

He chuckled, bringing you gently back down so your feet touched the floor. "I know."

Overcome by affection and love, you took his face in your hands and kissed him. He kissed back, powerfully, you loved his assertiveness. His hands were sitting on your waist and yours roamed his chest. It was perfe-

"Would you kids ease off?" Tony complained. You groaned and pulled away, tempted to shove him off the roof of his own tower.

"For the record, Stark, I'm pretty sure that'll easily beat your present," you teased as you slipped your hand into Bucky's.

Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, and you stifled the urge to hug him and never let go. Goddamnit, I'm so lucky to have him.

You kissed him again, softer this time. "Thanks for this Bucky."

"Happy birthday, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too."

"WOULD YOU JUST EAT THE FUCKING CAKE?!"

"TONY!"

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