Sunday Dinner
Bucky's smile was in place instantly. And as cheeky as ever. "I had to make sure I looked shined up like a new penny. And I brought something even though you said not to." He nodded toward the platter, before easing closer, being fresh as you please, though only teasingly so, he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"You look beautiful as ever, Doll." He whispered softly, to be sure only she heard him. "I had to compete." He chirped up when he leaned back. "Not the Tux I'm sure, but it's not bad, if I do say so myself."