There was one thing to be talking about titles in the middle of a little pie-kissing, but Bucky’s sudden drop of that had Steve’s eyes widening halfway in the middle of ducking in to kiss him again. He paused, holding his breath, and drew back. Bucky wasn’t joking. He might be in a little bit of pain, but he was clear headed.

And that meant that he was being serious about wanting to marry him. Two weeks ago, the guy didn’t remember him. And now he was living every moment like it was his last. Steve should shut it down, but he’d learned not to take anything for granted. He wasn’t special. Anyone or anything could be taken from you at any moment.

He loved Bucky. Bucky loved him.

And while the church didn’t recognize it and there was no such thing as a government anymore, no legal proceedings to make it official, did they need them? No. “Husband does sound better. Are you proposing?” Leave it to Bucky to make the one thing that was meant to be romantic, totally not. Then again, everything else he’d been doing for days certainly made up for it.