Love Beyond The Grave
Summary: Every couple will go through their first squabble. Your and Bucky's is a pretty interesting convo
You sat at the bar stool with your foot tucked under, in hand a mug of freshly brewed tea. Bucky, who sat next to you, leaned across the kitchen counter, his metal hand curled under his chin and his brows furrowed.
"You're serious about the tree thing?" Bucky narrowing his eyes as if you were pulling his leg
"Deadly," you say between sips "When I die, I want a fruit tree planted at my grave plot, preferably peach. That way, even when I'm gone, I can still feed you"
Bucky stares with a pout. "But I wanna be buried next to you"
"You can be. Right next to me. As tree number two"
Bucky pulls out his phone. "Says here fruit trees have to be at least twenty feet apart. That's too far. I'm not spending eternity twenty feet away from you."
You blink. "Okay, fair enough. So what do you propose oh wise one?"
"One grave plot," he says. "If we don't end up dying together like we hope, the first one goes in. The next one to die, we dig up the grave and plop them on top."
"Hmmm... I like that idea," you nod thoughtfully. "It's Morbid. Economical. But don't we have to be embalmed for that? I'm not completely sold on being pumped with persevative"
"Okay... what if we go back to the tree idea, but this time we could just cremate me and we could sprinkle my ashes around your tree," Bucky offers
"Cute," you nod. "But what if the wind blows your ashes too far? You'll end up nourishing someone else's tree"
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that happening", Bucky huffs "Now that I think about it, I don't think the cremation would be a good idea. What if I'm too salty and your tree dies? I don't want to ruin your tree"
"Or" you grin, "You could make the fruit even sweeter"
Bucky smiled at the sentiment, he leans on his elbow "We'll never know until it happens. Too risky. "
You grab your phone and start scrolling. “Okay, what about this—what if we become an art piece?”
Bucky looks horrified. “And what if the artist does a terrible job? I don’t wanna spend eternity looking ugly.”
“Alright, that’s fair.”
He perks up. “What about being turned into a diamond? If I go first, you wear me as a ring. Maybe I’ll even haunt it a little.”
“Awww,” you coo. “Then it’d be like you never left.” You pause, eyes lighting up. “Oh! And we can melt your arm for the band! It's settle call the lawyer, we're updating our will”
Sam snorts into his mug
Steve stares at the two of you
Natasha sips her coffee. "I think it's pretty cute"
------------------------- A/N: So this is the first fic I've ever done for Bucky. I actually want to write a multipart series. My plan for the series is to have a bunch of one-shots and for it to have an overarching plot
