No Meanie's Allowed

“DUDE!” You swear again. “You would’ve fucking loved her!! That’s it. This is why God put me on this green earth. To introduce you, one James Buchannan Barnes, to the Hollywood royalty that was Audrey Hepburn!”

Sam sniggers, standing by the kitchen counter.

“You're gonna like this dame, Buck. She was classy.”

“THE EPITOME OF CLASS!” you exclaim loudly, fiddling with the tv remote.

Putting on the TV, you turn around and give Bucky a long hard look.

“It’s alright, I forgive you. I’ll still marry you.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. There you go being extra sweet on him again.

“Especially since I’m about to fix this mess. We’re not leaving this apartment until we’ve binged at least three of her movies.”

Bucky looks at Sam, startled, who just shrugs.

“You walked right into that one, my man. Good luck!”

Bucky had known you ever since his run-ins with the Avengers began. But the two of you became fast friends once he saw how much you had helped Steve settle into the modern world. 

You were selfless in a way that surprised him, always watching out for the others on your team. And you were kind to a degree that was almost overwhelming. 

It’s why Bucky had found himself opening up to you the most besides Steve. Your frequent visits to Wakanda to check on him also helped. He knew you weren’t a fan of airborne transports and still you’d visit him every few weeks to keep him company once he was brought out of cryo freeze. You supported him as he slowly integrated himself into Wakandan society which Shuri insisted was mandatory for his recovery.

And every so often the two of you would just walk hand in hand, rambling aimlessly through the Wakandan bazaars, eating new food and marveling at the world. Steve was on the run so he couldn’t make it out there as frequently but whenever he did, all of you would get up to no good, “going to town” as you liked to call it and those moments of rukkus helped Bucky come back to himself little by little. You became one of his closest friends because of that and he relied even more heavily on you once Steve chose to leave.

“Hey, doll-”

“Buck!!”

You hug him tightly. You’re at one of Stark Industries galas and Sam had insisted you all had to attend to show a united front or whatever.

“I thought you might ditch me,” you pout at him, signaling the barkeep to get a drink for him.

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Believe me, I tried.”

“At least we’ve got each other,” you nudge him in the shoulder and make a face when it's metal you hit.

“Ow,” you complain mockingly, eliciting a laugh from him, the crows feet around his eyes wrinkling up with amusement.

“Watch yourself, doll.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a tin man,” you grumble while taking another sip.

Bucky brings his own drink to his lips, smirking.

You look marvelous in a little red number. Bucky knows you’re not always comfortable wearing revealing clothes so you must be in a good mood tonight. Then he realizes the gala is a fundraiser and smiles. 

You’re going to play the sex appeal card with patrons and he smirks to himself.

“What are you smiling at, old man?” you ask.

“No reason,” he replies, continuing to smile.

You smack him once across the back of the head and put down your drink.

“Well, time to bring out the big guns,” you say, adjusting the straps of your dress so that a little more of your breasts is on display.

Bucky almost spits out his drink and you laugh.

“Prude,” you say, flipping him off, and disappear into the crowd.

Sometimes, you let his words fool you. In those cozy moments when it’s just the two of you, bickering and flirting, you imagine he means it and let yourself dream there’s a future where Bucky is really yours and there’s a happily ever after where you grow old together. Which is why you always keep the ring on your person. You’ve never lied to him about what you want. You’ll marry him someday.

It’s Sam’s birthday and you’re all in his hometown, celebrating with his family and neighbours. He decided to have a barbeque party and now you’re stuffed full with smoked meat. However, you’re on cake cutting duty so you dutifully cut small slices of the Cap Shield replica, making sure every adult and child has a slice. Once you're done, you sigh in relief and sit down by one of the benches.

“You did a good job,” Bucky appears in your periphery, sitting down next to you.

He nudges your elbow and points to his wares.

A cold beer and a slice of cake.

“Saved you some.”

“You’re an angel,” you smile happily, kissing him on the cheek.

Taking a bite of the caramel crunch sponge you moan loud at how sweet it is.

“You keep this up and I’m gonna marry you one of these days…..just giving you fair warning.” 

Bucky chuckles at your words.

“You know I didn’t bake this cake you’re enjoying so much, right?” 

“But you saved me a slice!” you insist, chewing over another bite. “And you helped me set up all the chairs and decorations! I couldn’t have done it myself.”

“Well, I try to be as “handy” as possible,” he wiggles his vibranium fingers and you howl with laughter at his joke.

Bucky loves these little moments with just the two of you.

Tonight’s the night. 

To say that you’re nervous would be an understatement. It’s another gala hosted by Stark Industries and you’re dressed in a striking shade of midnight blue. This time it was Pepper who requested you all show up so you knew it would be a classy affair.  

What better place to propose to the love of your life?

Fidgeting, you wait for Bucky to show up in the alcove by the gardens outside. A secluded spot. You had motioned to him while he was talking to a few important looking military men but he’d caught your eye and nodded.

You sigh loudly.

“What’s got you all a flutter, doll?”

His voice sends another bead of perspiration rolling down your back and you grimace before turning around.

He looks breathtaking. Wearing all black, you wonder how he can ever underestimate himself. He’s been through so much and yet he’s right here, standing before you, and you can’t take this for granted. It’s now or never.

“Can you put down the beer?” you ask him in a low voice.

His brow furrows but he places the uncapped bottles he’d brought on a nearby ledge.

“Is everything alright, doll. Did somebody say something to you?”

“No, no,” you assure him breathless, then inhale deeply to ground yourself.

“Look Bucky, I- I’ve thought about this long and hard and wanted to do it for the longest time. But I was unsure how you’d react.”

“You're scaring me, doll.”

He tries to move forward, to place his hand on yours but you gesture him to stay. He obeys.

“You-you’re here. Despite all the obstacles and the fact that you’re over a hundred years old, you’re here with me now. And that is very special for me. And I'm hoping to keep you by my side for as long as possible.”

You get down on one knee and hear Bucky’s sharp intake of breath. But you don't falter.

Holding up a black box with a vibranium ring fashioned in a forge in Wakanda, you smile up at him hopefully, eyes watering.

“This is just a promise ring, I swear I’m not trying to force your hand or get engaged if that’s not what you want. I just hope this could be our future…together. So, Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes……. I would like to be yours if you’d have me.”

You bite your lip, waiting for his reply but it never comes. 

Bucky stares at you dumbfounded and at his lack of response your smile falls and your body trembles.

“Say something, Buck,” you whisper and it breaks him out of a trance.

“Doll…I can’t. I’ve never imagined it like this.”

You shiver against the night air and rise to your feet slowly, eyes never leaving his.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re friends….aren’t we?”

“Of course…I was just hoping we could be something more.”

“I-I’ve never imagined that for us, doll. This is kind of sudden.”

“Oh, alright,” you look away, eyes watering.

“Hey look,” he beseeches you, a hand held out. “I’m sorry I don't know what I'm supposed to do here.”

“It’s okay, it’s fine, you’re fine,” you tell him, voice trembling as you gather the skirt of your dress in your hands. “I just gotta go, alright?”

You run out of there before he can stop you.

“What did you do?”

Bucky swears. He should've known the nosy bastard would know about this.

“She proposed to me! What was I supposed to do?”

“I swear to God if you hurt her-”

“I hurt her? She came at me with all these questions I- ugh! How could she do this out of the blue?!”

Sam laughs in disbelief.

“Out of the blue? The woman has been in love with you for years, she literally tells you every chance she gets she wants to marry you!”

“I thought that was friendly banter,” Bucky exclaims.

“You thought-?! Wow, man, that’s a new low!”

Sam glares at him sternly.

“Look here, you better set this right. That’s one of your friends if nothing else. Your best friend!”

But you avoid Bucky like the plague. You return his original texts saying you need space and then stop all correspondence. Bucky realises just how involved you are in his life when he has to go without your voice in his ear for weeks and he’s resorted to begging Sam for updates on how you’re doing. 

Sam assures him you’re not talking much to him either and you’re staying with Pepper while you take a break from missions and sort your life out.

But really, it's a break from him, and Bucky knows that. Not that he can do much about it.

The mission isn’t simple but Bucky has done ones much harder. Some remnants of Hydra still threaten the world every now and then and this is no different. Except they’re a little outnumbered. Even though he prefers working solo he still misses having more than just Sam for support. He misses Steve. He misses you.

His earphone crackles to life. 

“Got back up, incoming for you on the next floor, White Wolf.”

Bucky frowns in wonder but as the elevator doors split open, a grin almost breaks out across his face; you’re here.

You haven’t deserted him entirely. You always said you had his back and here you are.

“Hey Buck,” you smile at him softly.

Your hair is shorter than he remembers, and you look tired and hunched in somehow but Bucky is happy to finally be in the same room as you.

“Hey, doll.”

It’s on the tip of his tongue that he missed you but you speak up before he can.

“Pepper lent me some tech.” You show him the silver arc reactor gloves you have on. “Tony left us some toys to play with, I guess.”

Bucky whistles. 

“Impressive.”

You smirk, before detailing the situation on the floors above. There’s a whole slew of Hydra thugs in the warehouse and they’re planning on shipping a huge cargo of alien weaponry to incite civil war in an African country that will eventually lead them to getting their hands on a huge store of vibranium.

The plan is to find the cargo and thwart their shipment. Easy peasy.

Things are not going well.

Two floors up, you guys had to split up. A couple minutes later and now you’re all on an airborne platform and Hydra’s newest recruit has joined the mix; John Walker.

Bucky and Sam are stuck fighting off various guards and what seem to be mutants while you try to take on the super soldier alone.

“I have to say I didn’t miss your face, Walker,” you taunt him, throwing punch after punch, which he easily blocks. 

You’re trying to hold him off from getting access to a USB chip you guys found upstairs that has sensitive political information that Hydra needs.

“Could say the same for you, sweetheart,” he throws back in your face.

A sudden kick lands on your stomach, sending you flying a few feet away.

“Ow,” you grunt as blood fills your mouth and your shoulder seems to crack against the concrete.

Being high up in the air is throwing you off kilter and you barely find balance again before Walker is upon you.

“Hand over the chip now, and I’ll leave your face intact, little girl,” he tells you, making you frown.

“Ewww,” you exclaim, blasting at him with the arc reactor. 

The distance he falls is enough to give you a moment’s reprieve and you lean on your knees as you suck in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m right behind you, I swear,” Sam’s voice comes through the earbud and you nod as you cast him a look; he’s fighting three guys at the same time while Bucky is pounding through another five.

Even with your abilities and gadgets you guys are at a severe disadvantage.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you, sweetheart,” you hear Walker spit as he makes a run for you.

You tangle with him for a couple minutes but it’s obvious how easily he overwhelms you, finally tearing one of the metal gloves right off your arm, scratching it raw.

Surprise colors both your features as it takes a moment for the pain to register and you scream as Walker snarls and lifts you off your feet.

“Give it to me now!”

“Never!” you choke back at him through tears and almost don’t feel the punch that lands against your cheek, ears ringing as numbness settles over the injured muscle.

The look in his eyes tells you he’ll take what he wants whatever way necessary so you do the last thing you can think of: if the information doesn’t exist, Walker can’t get his hands on it, can he?

“Friday, launch Bye Bye Birdie,” you grit with firm resolve, and blood between your teeth.

“What?” Walker stutters dumbfounded before you place your open metal palm over your abdomen where the chip is in a safety compartment.

A huge laser pulse blasts both of you off your feet and you black out.

You can hear shouting, dismembered voices drifting around you as your vision swims.

“What did you do?! What did you DO!?!”

From afar, you watch John Walker walk backwards to the edge of the platform, disbelief etched on his face before he turns and jumps off with his own shield. 

You can see other Hydra agents retreating as well and then something cold and wet cradling your head.

“What did you do, doll,” a voice whispers next to you and your eyes find Bucky’s honey coloured gaze as tears spill from his eyes. You raise a hand to brush them off and it knocks the breath out of you.

You can hear Sam in the background instructing someone for medical aid and saying your name, telling you to hold on but you can only focus on Bucky. 

You feel as though you’ll lose him again if you don’t.

“Don’t cry,” you beg him, voice so thin and raspy, that you almost don't recognise it. “I love you, Buck.”

Bucky chokes over a fresh onslaught of tears as he holds you close, his warmth seeping through your body, making you feel lightheaded.

“Just stay with me, please.”

You whimper as dull pain floods through your body.

“Don’t you die on me, doll!”

“Hey, hey James, I love you! You gotta know it's alright….”

“I…love..you…,” you remind him as the light and his tear-streaked face fade from your vision a final time.

He hasn’t eaten in days. Hasn’t showered in weeks.

He goes through the motions of waking up and going to sleep but nothing really registers with him, only the image of light blasting and your prone, tattered body lying on the concrete.

The mission was a success, they said. But only through your loss.

Sam has been trying to help him, he knows. Getting him to eat, forcing him to go to meetings and be around other people. He gets mad at Sam and shouts at him, even though he sees the dark bags that haunt his friend’s eyes. But he doesn’t know what to do with all this pain that you’ve left him with. Where does it go?

Pepper and Sam think it’ll be good for him to see your face again. And he’s too desperate to berate them.

Pepper has sent over a whole lot of data containing surveillance footage of you, both from missions and from around the Avengers tower where you lived. He’s spent hours perusing it, at first just going over your face, not able to make out anything you were saying, overwhelmed to feel you around him again.

Then he puts on audios where he finds them, your voice soothing over the hole in his chest in a way nothing else would.

And every time you say his name, his ears perk up. He realizes for the first time just how much you talk about him even when he’s not in the room. He was a part of you and he never even noticed.

A healthy and whole Steve Rogers joins you on a couch as you both watch Star Wars and share popcorn. You're yammering away about various characters and how they tie in into the larger Star Wars universe. Steve makes fun of you for being a nerd and you chuck a handful of popcorn at him, at which he opens his mouth and snaps it up mid air. He gives you the finger at which you fall off the couch, your laughter ringing in Bucky's ears.

Shuri grips your hand as the two of you shoulder past patrons through a streetside bazaar on Wakanda, Steve recording you all on a camcorder. You guys break through the crowd and Bucky stares at his own one armed form haggling with a fruit vendor. A smile breaks across your face, your eyes lighting up when you spot him, and Steve zooms in on the expression before focusing on Bucky again.

“When did you know?”

“Hmm?”

Bucky doesn’t immediately recognise the counter Steve is sitting at. You’re moving around the kitchen sifting through bowls and ingredients.

“When did you know you want to marry him?”

You pause and offer him a smile.

“The third time I came to visit after he woke up. You know where I found him?”

Steve shakes his head, taking a sip.

“He was showing these kids how to properly milk a goat.”

Steve laughs with you.

“One sleeve tied away and he still did it just right. Like he was having the time of his life. And the way those kids marveled at him!”

“I just want that,” you finish quietly, a soft smile gracing your lips as you whisk together some cream.

“He’d be lucky to have that with you,” Steve assures you with a bright smile of his own.

You hum. “Maybe.”

“What about you,” you ask him

“What about me?” Steve asks

“You don’t think you’re too old to find that sort of thing again, do you?” you ask him gently.

Steve sighs. “Think I might be.”

You cover his hand with your own as you both look at each other with a strange look of hope and heartbreak before new voices break through the door on the side, making you move again.

Ayo steps inside, followed by a Bucky who has his hair tied back and smiles shyly at you.

Bucky watches a tear roll down the face of his reflection on the screen.

It takes a while but he finds it in Friday’s cam footage.

Where you were the night you proposed to him.

He watches you get ready in your room and even through the video screen it’s obvious that you’re stressed about something.

There’s a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you yell as Sam enters, himself dressed and ready for the gala.

“How you holding up?'' he asks you softly.

“A little nervous,” you tell him, chuckling. “If I drank at all, I’d be so drunk right now!”

Sam laughs at your joke and hugs you.

“You’re looking damn fine, I think it’ll be alright.”

You gulp audibly.

“You think so?”

Sam takes your hand in his and runs a finger over your knuckles.

“I sure hope so, kid.”

With a kiss to your cheek, he leaves and you breathe out nervously.

Walking over to your bedside drawer, you take something out of the top drawer; a black box Bucky recognises all too well.

You sit on your bed, box open, vibranium band glinting in the light and look up at the roof with a sigh.

“Hey Stevie,” you whisper and close your eyes before opening them up again.

“Well, I’m gonna do it.” You look down at the ring.

“Wish you were here, but at least I know I have your blessing. Makes this shit a whole lot fucking easier.”

“Oh sorry,” you look up with a smile. “I meant fudging easier. Shouldn’t have said that!”

You laugh to yourself before squaring your shoulders.

“Okay, okay, wish me luck. Either I’m gonna win this or I’m gonna walk it off.”

You shake out your shoulders as if preparing for a fight and then get up and leave. 

As you reach the doorway, you turn around with an apologetic look on your face.

“Oh, Friday?” you call out.

“Yes, Miss,” comes the reply.

“When I leave, could you put the lights out, please?

“Yes, Miss.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

The video freezes as Bucky’s fingers hover over the keyboard, sobs racking his entire body as he breaks.

a/n: I forgot how long it was, oops! If you braved this though.....l might have a surprise for you in the future. Thank you for reading.

Bucky breathes through his nose and stretches as his body wakes up.

The bed is unusually warm and it rouses him from his deep, troubled slumber.

He turns over with a sigh and comes face to face with you.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you smile at him.

Bucky stares, stunned, as you lean forward and press your lips to his.

Your warm breath, the taste of cinnamon and musk…

It feels too real to be a dream.

Bucky draws back.

“What’s going on?”

Concern flashes across your face before you recover and your smile returns.

“What do you mean, hon?”

“Hon?!”

Bucky’s cluelessness worries you and you sit up in bed.

“Is everything alright, Buck,” you ask, holding up the blanket to cover your flimsily clothed form.

“Did you have a nightmare again?”

“I always have nightmares,” Bucky whispers and your face softens.

You reach out a hand and smooth away the hair that falls into his eyes and get out of bed.

“Wait here,” you tell him and pull on a robe as you leave the room.

Bucky looks around, confused.

It’s definitely his room at the tower but something is different. It looks more…lived in and both his and your clothes litter the space. There’s flowers and books and drawings on the desk.

He sits up in bed, still freaking out when you return, water and plums in hand.

You set them before him.

“Here, eat a little, I know it helps you,” you tell him kindly, sitting down next to him again but he immediately slides out of the bed, startling you.

“What the hell is this? What’s going on?”

“Buck?!” you question, unsure what to do or say.

Before he can answer, there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you call out and a blonde head appears at the door.

“You guys better be decent this time!”

Steve.

You roll your eyes as you usher him inside.

“We’re just fine, Captain,” you tease him, pulling your robe tighter around you and Steve nods at Bucky.

“I wouldn’t call that decent,” he points at Bucky, who’s only clad in a pair of boxers.

Bucky grumbles and looks around for a shirt which Steve throws his way with a chuckle.

“We’ve got-” he begins but Bucky cuts him off.

“Alright, what are you doing here?”

“Well I was about to tell you-”

“No, how the heck are you alive?”

You and Steve look at each other in worry.

“How are either of you alive?”

“Well, barely,” you quip and Steve huffs.

He puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and it’s warm and real.

“I think you just had a nightmare, bud. It’s okay, we’re still here.”

“No, I didn’t,” he insists.

He sees the concern etched on both your faces and stops.

“Maybe we should call Shuri and Ayo,” you propose gently but Bucky frowns and walks away from you.

“What were you doing in my room?” he asks you and watches Steve raise his eyebrows.

“Umm, sleeping?” you reply quizzically.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why in my room?”

“Don’t you mean our room? Where else is a wife supposed to sleep?”

“You’re my wife?” Bucky looks at you as if you’ve grown eight heads.

“Yes, Bucky,” you can’t help the smile that slips onto your face.

He thinks of a trick question. If this is some kind of illusion, you shouldn’t have a reply.

“When did I propose to you?”

Your smile grows.

“I proposed to you. On your birthday, last year.”

You move towards the desk and lift a navy scrapbook off the surface.

“See?” You tell him gently, opening up a few pages and showing him the photographs inside.

Indeed, there you are, dressed in a midnight blue gown, a crowned veil sitting in your hair. And Bucky is wearing a matching navy jacket, his left sleeve absent to show off his metal limb.

There’s pictures of him carrying you, of you both dancing, you dancing with Steve and many more.

As his fingers trace one of the photographs, your smile widens still.

“You get more handsome every day,” you tell him, covering his hand with yours, hoping to see the crows feet at the corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement.

But instead, he frowns and drops your hand.

“Where’s Sam?” He asks, frowning, looking between the hurt on your face and the confusion on Steve’s.

“I wanna talk to Sam, where is he? Where’s my phone,” his pitch gets higher as he freaks out and Steve holds out a placating hand towards him.

Bucky watches as tears flood your eyes but you turn away from him, sniffing.

You fish through a pair of jeans and find a phone which you hand to Steve.

“Here you go, it’s alright, bud,” Steve tells him, holding out the phone towards him.

It unlocks as Bucky swipes with his thumb and he goes into his contacts to search for Sam’s name.

He finds it under ‘Wilson’, with a bird emoji next to it, and presses call.

They all seem to wait with bated breath as the phone rings.

“Yo, metal man.”

Sam’s voice fills his ear and he exhales.

“What the hell is going on man?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks from the other end and Bucky lowers his voice a little as he turns away from you and Steve.

“What I mean is, Steve and Y/N are in my room!”

He hears Sam draw a long sigh.

“What did they do this time?”

“What?’

“Look, I can’t keep being the middleman in this prank war you guys got going on-”

Bucky looks around as Sam rambles on.

He sees Steve looking at him, worry stretched clear as day across his face. And he sees you. Turned away from him, eyes cast down, hands shaking as you wait for his call to end.

And he realizes he’s the odd one out.

“-you feel me, man?”

Sam’s voice rings in his ears.

He remembers the moment the life drained out of your body as you lay in his arms.

And yet here you are now. Warm and still somehow in love with him.

The way he’s in love with you too, has been now for a long time…

He hangs up the call without saying goodbye.

“You mind giving us the room, Steve,” he says, eyes trained on your shivering form. “I’d like to talk to my wife in private.”

Steve smiles lightly but throws his hands in the air, muttering something about getting no respect around this house.

You look up at Bucky in surprise and relief, eyes hopeful.

Bucky makes a beeline for you and falls to his knees, hugging your waist to his face.

“I missed you so much, doll,” he breathes out shakily.

“I know, baby,” you tell him and the pet name feels so right. “It was just a bad dream. I’m here now.”

“Yes you are,” he whispers and suddenly stands up, smashing his lips to yours, desperate to taste you.

You respond immediately as if the two of you have been kissing your whole lives.

Lips and teeth clash as you both hang on to each other, Bucky’s hands grasping at every inch of your exposed skin as you hang onto the front of his shirt for dear life.

You both break apart for air.

“Such a good girl,” Bucky moans, hands sliding under your bottom and lifting you up.

You yelp and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, moaning yourself when his lips find purchase on your pulse, tongue lapping and sucking at the soft skin of your throat.

You rut against his hard abs and wetness seeps through your panties.

“Somebody’s needy,” Bucky chuckles and you whine, sliding the robe off your body and pulling his shirt off his head.

“Want you,” you pout.

“You have me,” Bucky tells you, forehead resting against yours. “For as long as you want me, you have me.”

He kisses you again, this time slow and tender as if afraid you’ll disappear again.

Your fingers rake gently through the soft locks of his hair before you pull on them and nudge against the hardness poking at your thighs.

“Need you now,” you whisper, looking into his eyes and Bucky feels as though he could combust with emotion.

He lowers you down carefully to the bed and removes your camisole and panties, groaning at the sight of your body before him.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes out, hands tracing the skin under your breasts.

Your face flushes but you grin up at him.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what,” he teases, hands going lower and you laugh breathily.

“You’re such a sap- oh!”

You gasp as his fingers brush against your sensitive clit, and Bucky begins to rub circles against the soft tissue as you squirm beneath him.

“Bucky,” you beg and he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it softly, his spit causing it to stiffen.

“I’m gonna make you feel so loved,” he whispers against your skin, kissing down your belly before back up again and then sucking on your other nipple.

“You’re gonna want nothing more,” he says, pushing a finger into your squelching heat and you both moan at the sensations you feel, Bucky rutting into the mattress in search of some friction against his own throbbing member.

“Gonna think of nothing else,” he kisses the spot behind your ear, which has you arching up into him as his fingers pump you fast and hard, hitting the perfect spot each time.

“Just you,” you whine loudly, agreeing with him, desperate to please him.

He chuckles and removes his fingers making you frown but you immediately grab at his shoulders when you feel his hardness brush your entrance.

Bucky pauses and takes a deep breath.

“I love you. I need you to know, alright?”

You smile brightly up at him, hair splayed out around you, sweat coating your breasts and Bucky thinks he’s found heaven on earth.

“I love you too, Sergeant James Barnes,” you reassure him with a peck to his lips.

He’s not sure what god answered his prayers but Bucky sends up a little thank you as he finds his home between your legs.

You both lie exhausted after rounds of lovemaking. Once Bucky had filled you up with his seed about four times (twice from behind), you had begged to suck him off to clean him up and he found he was unable to resist you when you looked at him with those wide eyes and the pouting lips, naked to boot.

“Do you remember when I spilled my drink on you?” you ask him as you both stare at the ceiling, lying comfortably in each other’s embrace, and Bucky hums.

“I was so nervous. Got on my knees there and then before I could do anything else stupid,” you say, turning over, still smiling at him.

“You still said yes,” you poke the dimple in his cheek and he chuckles.

“I’d be a fool not to,'' he replies, hoping the heaviness in his heart doesn’t come through.

But you’ve always been in tune with his feelings even if you don’t always know the cause.

“It’s going to be alright, Buck. We’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“About earlier,” you remind him, softly shoving his shoulder.

Bucky is about to tell you it’s fine but you cut him off.

“Steve’s probably already called Wakanda.”

“He can’t do that without asking!”

You look at him with a deadpan smirk.

“Honey, it’s Steve.”

He laughs at your comment.

“It's Steve.”

You chuckle and then sigh, turning around in his arms to lie on your side, fitting snugly into his body.

“Let’s get a nap, alright?”

“Anything you want, doll.”

You giggle and turn to peck him on the cheek again before closing your eyes.

“Oh wait!” you exclaim, remembering something. “Friday, can you please put out the lights-”

“FRIDAY, DON'T!”

Bucky shouts out and you look at him, startled.

He shrugs and pulls his arms around you tighter.

“I just wanna look at you,” he confesses softly.

You snort and your body heaves against his as you laugh.

“You truly are a sap, Sergeant,” you roll your eyes before settling down again.

“Just dim the lights, Friday,” you call out as the light in the room fades, only a low fluorescent cloak remaining.

Bucky breathes in the scent of you and closes his eyes, your warmth seeping into his skin, reminding him you’re truly there and this time you’re real.

He’s never letting you go again.

a/n: Thank you for reading. Please like, comment or share if you like it, it might give me motivation to start writing again. <3