You had been married to Bucky for a few years and had just moved into a new house. It was an old building with a lot of the previous owners' belongings in it, including an old piano. Most of the stuff there wasn't really anything you wanted so the two of you made your way through it and either donated it or threw away anything that couldn't be salvaged, leaving only the piano to be surrounded with your own belongings.

It wasn't a practical item, seen as you didn't know how to play but you liked it so were glad to let it take up the place in the house. Once it was fully decorated, you had invited your friends over including Bucky's best friend Steve who enlightened you on something you didn't know about your husband's past. Although Bucky tried to be honest with you, he did tend to keep quite closed off about his past and didn't tell you much about his life before HYDRA or during for that matter, so it didn't surprise you when Steve told you that he had actually been fond of playing the piano and was quite good at it.

You waited until it was just you and your husband before you brought up the topic.

"Why don't you play something?" You smiled, looping your arms up around his neck.

"Pardon?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"On the piano," you added. "I heard that you used to be pretty good at it."

He let out a sigh of announce knowing that it was Steve who had told you, seen as no one else knew about it.

"I've not played in decades; I wouldn't know where to start."

You jutted out your lower lip into a rather pathetic pout for your husband, hoping that would help sway him in your direction.

"Please play the piano," you begged.

"No."

"Just once."

Your eyelashes fluttered as you tried to use everything you could to beg him to play, wanting to have access to this small glimmer of his past.

"You're not allowed to talk to Steve anymore," he frowned, moving to sit down at the piano. "I'm not going to be any good, so I don't know why you want me to play."

He hesitated for a moment before he started to play. There were a few extra notes, or one missed every once in a while but overall it was amazing to listen to.

"Is that enough?" Bucky asked.

You shook your head. "Now that I know you can so beautifully play the piano, you're going to have to play it for me more often."

He rolled his eyes knowing it was a mistake to agree to keep the piano.

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Written by Charlotte.