Word count: 248
Type: feels?
Warning: death
Reader + 40's bucky barnes
Italic means flashback

"Doll, trust me. This is all gonna work out for us."

He ran with fingers through your hair as you breathed in the scent of his cologne. You could feel your shoulder getting slightly damp, but you didn't move from his grasp.

"Baby, please don't go."

He began to choke on his own words, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I'll be back for you, trust me."

You looked into his sweet ocean eyes
"I trust you, promise me. Promise me you'll come back to me. Let's finally get married, my moms been bugging me about it."

He scanned your face and a small chuckle
"I promise. I promise to come back to you, my dearest Y/N"

Your embrace tightened as your tears began to dry up. He let go and gave a short but sweet kiss before walking away.

Your smile was glowing as you waited at the front door for your fiancés arrival. you waited, and waited. Until finally a knock at the door came, you jumped out of the kitchen chair and opened the door with a huge smile.

Your expression changed as you noticed your soon to be husband was not there. instead it was the postal service. You grabbed the envelope and read it.

We are sorry to inform to you that James Buchanan Barnes, and Steve Grant Rogers died in action of battle.

"...he broke his promise."