Ama

“A blessing?” Clint looks over, piloting the jet. 

“T’Challa asked, and as his God Father, how can I say no?” I smile at my brother. 

“Is it a Wakanda thing?” Barney wonders, with a crinkled brow. 

“It is.” Buck joins us, speaking softly with our tiny bundle laid in the crook of his arm. 

“We really need to talk about how you picked two dudes to be his God Fathers, and neither are your brothers.” Clint sighs. 

“You’re already the super cool, way too fun, trouble making uncles.” I point out. 

Both my brother’s heads tip as they think this over. 

“Barney’s going to teach him how to break and enter, Clint’s going to pass down the dramatics.” Buck grins. 

“Hey!” They scoff together. 

“Where’s the lie?” I look at them. 

“It’s still rude.” Clint mutters. 

“His dads a criminal too.” Barney grumbles, looking away. 

I grin winking at Buck. He chuckles looking down at our son he’s refused to put down. Pretty much since he was born. 

“Yeah, such a criminal, the man won’t even let his son sleep in his seat.” I snort. 

“They say its dangerous for him to sleep in the car seat.” His blue eyes snap up to me, disgruntled at being called out. 

‘You had Boy Genius put sensors in the car seat!” I laugh loudly. 

“I know what I did.” He mutters, irritated with me.  

“We’ve arrived.” Clint announces. “Leave that man alone, Bits. Besides if Buck puts him down, I called dibs.” Clint glances over grinning at me. 

“Suckers, all of you, suckers.” I shake my head, grinning as we land. “Besides you’ll have to get through Ayo and Okoye, for dibs.” I cackle at the cuss words coming from my brothers. 

The jet landing slowly lowers, Buck takes my hand, in step with me as we decedent. 

T’Challa, Ayo, Okoye, and Shuri are waiting for us. 

“Y/N!” Shuri squeals, rushing to me. 

“That’s a welcome.” I grin, squeezing her tightly as she hugs me. 

“I must be the first one to hold him.” She pleads. 

“Oh no.” I laugh, looking up. She turns to see. T’Challa is grinning, holding the baby already. 

“T’Challa! You cheated!” She scoffs, stomping towards her brother to get a look. 

“I am his God Father.” T’Challa chuckles, grinning at his sister. 

“Not the only one.” Sam joins us, grinning. 

“Sammi!” I throw my arms around him. 

“No way you had a baby a month ago, you look amazing.” He praises, kissing the side of my head. 

“She doesn’t believe me when I say that.” Buck sighs, shaking his head. 

“You have to say it; I gave you that.” I jester towards our son. 

“White wolf, fatherhood looks good on you.” Ayo hugs Bucky. 

“Yes, you can hold him next.” Bucky laughs, hugging her back. 

“Yes!” She pulls back grinning. 

I slap a hand over my mouth laughing.  

“So, what’s a blessing?” Barney asks as T’Challa passes the baby to Ayo, who coo’s, actually coos. Okoye is baby talking, and I’m stuck in shock watching them. Two of the most lethal women I’ve ever met, cooing at my son. 

“A blessing from Wakanda. His father is a citizen here, making him one as well. The God Son of the King of Wakanda. Now the Wakanda people must bless him.” He grins, putting a handout for me. 

“He’ll be a citizen here too?” It comes out a soft whisper, as I stare at him. 

“Of course, he will always be safe here.” T’Challa smiles at me, leading me away. Following him, I glance back at Bucky, who’s got the same smile on his face. 

“Where are we going?” I wonder looking back. T’Challa sighs. 

“Shuri called dibs on you.” He explains. 

My eyes snap over to her. 

“American doctors are fools. I refuse to believe you’re fine till I see it for myself.” She nods matter of fact like. 

“I’m fine, just a little baby fat.” I laugh. 

“No, she has a point.” Buck agrees. 

“Yeah, let’s do that first.” Barney nods. 

“Can she check the baby too?” Clint wonders. 

“Yes!” Shuri shouts excitedly.  

“I told her she couldn’t unless one of you asked or brought it up first.” T’Challa explains. 

“Could this, possibly tell us, you know if he’s,” I cut my glance to Bucky. 

Shuri grins. “Of course I can.” 

“It might give us an idea of what’s to come.” I look at Buck. 

“That could help. Can Barton brain damage be passed down?” Buck grins. 

“No but the hearing could.” Okoye looks up from the baby she is now holding. 

“Oh.” Buck and I exchange a look. 

“Baby first.” We both blurt out at the same time. 

Shuri laughs, nodding, skipping ahead, towards her lab. 

“Thank you.” I squeeze T’Challa’s hand. 

“No, thank you. It’s a highest of honor you trust me with your child.” He smiles at me. 

“All you did for my husband, for us, how could I not, knowing you and your best would bring the world down for him.” I smile. 

“I fear for the first bully he has. Those two will not hesitate to hurt someone.” He whispers as we watch Ayo and Okoye coo over the baby, Ayo chatting with Buck.  

“Who could pick on him, his dad is White Wolf, his God fathers are Black Panther and Captain America. He’s going to be the coolest kid in school.” I grin. 

“Yes, I’ll come for show and tell as well.” He winks at me. 

“Like there was any doubt you wouldn’t.” I roll my eyes. Together we laugh softly. 

We stand in the lab as Shuri works on her hologram, our son wiggling on the table, his eyes on the pretty colors above him. 

His arms wrap around me, tucking me into him. His chin tips, bringing his mouth close to my ear. 

“I haven’t told you thank you enough.” He kisses my cheek. 

“For what?” Tipping my head to look over at him. 

“For him, for this life. I got everything I never thought I would, the day you slipped into that apartment window.” He grins at me. 

I grin back. “Oh, we were just babies then.” I glance over at our son. 

“Now we have one.” He kisses the side of my head. “God, I hope he’s just like you.” He chuckles softly. 

“Goofy, stubborn, and really likes food?” I grin at our son who coos on the table. 

“Completely selfless, deep loving, forgiving, and all your little dances you do when you’re excited.” He chuckles into my hair. 

“That can’t be.” I mutter softly, still staring past the girls in front of me. 

“Are you two not?” Wanda lifts a brow at me. 

Pressing my lips together I glance away.  

“Not what I needed to know.” Barney groans pulling away from me. 

“We could get you to a doctor.” Ayo nods. 

“I have a portable lab in my bag. I just need a drop of your blood.” Shuri holds up the messenger bag hanging across her body. 

“I thought your brother told you to leave that in the hotel.” Okoye sighs at her. 

“He says lots of things, I don’t hear.” Shuri grins. 

Ayo and Okoye roll their eyes at her. 

“Let’s take this somewhere more private.” Wanda ushers us away. “Go away.” She hisses at Barney as both warriors take a side of me, leading me out the large room. 

Sitting on a sofa, in a Sitting room. More than likely used for private meetings or conversations. 

“Ready?” Shuri grins, holding my finger and a needle.  

“Fine.” I squeeze my eyes closed. A sharp poke and wraps a tissue around my fingertip.  

“How long will it take?” I wonder, holding the wrapped finger. 

“Only a few moments.” She nods, tapping at the screen. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you ladies.” T’Challa enters the room. 

“GET OUT!” The five us yell at him. He panics backing out with fear on his face. Wanda snaps her fingers, and the doors slam shut. 

----

He stands with Sam, looking about the room, unable to find her.  T’Challa joins them, shaking his head. 

“Women are absolutely terrifying.” He takes a sip from his drink. 

“What?” He looks over. 

“Don’t you have a female army?” Sam smirks. 

“Yes well, my warriors, sister and your witch and wife, together are far more terrifying.” He shakes his head, sipping again. 

“What are the five of them doing together?” Bucky wonders. 

“I have no idea; I found them huddled up in a Sitting Room. They screamed for me to get out.” He explains, looking confused. 

“You really can keep a secret.” Barney joins them. He holds out a whiskey glass to Bucky.  

“What are you talking about?” He wonders, taking the glass from his brother. 

“Come on, I know. Bits and the girls were talking about it when I brought her a drink.” Barney grins, clicking his glass against Buck’s. 

“Again, what are you talking about?” Bucky blinks at him. 

“Barton’s get weirder and weirder.” Sam shakes his head. 

“Come on, I know.” Barney nods excitedly, grinning just the same. 

The three of them exchange a confused look, before looking at Barney again. 

“That Bit‘s pregnant.” He stares at them. 

“Who’s what?” Sam blanches. 

“Ohhhhh, now I get it.” T’Challa nods. 

“Bits? Like my wife?” Bucky stares at Barney. 

“Well yeah, that’s the only Bits we have.” Barney blinks at him. “Wait, did you not know?” He swallows hard. “Oh man she’s going to use me as target practice.” He winces. 

“Where were they?” He grabs T’Challa’s arm. 

“Back Sitting Room.” T’Challa nods, leading the way. Sam follows with Barney cringing but following. 

Throwing open the door, the five look up in surprise. 

“Up to something ladies?” Sam grins. 

“Get out.” Wanda orders. 

“Not a chance, Red.” Bucky smirks at her. “My wife, nothing’s keeping me away.” He cuts his eyes to his wife. Sitting on the couch, looking a little shell shocked. 

“I thought I told you to leave your lab in the hotel.” T’Challa sighs at his sister. 

“It’s a good thing I didn’t listen to you. It was needed.” She sasses back. 

“For what?” Bucky watches his wife. 

“Oh boy.” She lets out a long breath. 

“You tell your brother before me?” He gives her a look when her eyes snap up to him. 

“Barney!” The five women yell. 

Barney cringes, shuffling back. “I fucked up! I thought he knew! I got excited!” He defends himself. 

“Like a puppy with a hard on.” Okoye rolls her eyes. 

“It’s true?” Sam blanches. 

“Just confirmed.” Shuri grins, turning the set up around and letting Buck see. 

“You’re pregnant.” He stares at the screen. 

“This marriage just got a little more interesting.” She laughs softly. 

“I thought you couldn’t have kids.” Sam stares at Buck. 

“That’s not exactly true.” Shuri waves him off. “It’s just not easy.”  

Everyone stares at her for a moment. 

“I test everything, don’t look at me like that.” She scoffs. 

“Ayo can we have a talk. T’Challa too.” Sam waves them out of the room. 

“Since Buck knows, I’m going to tell Clint. He’ll be pissed if he cries in front of other people.” Barney slowly backs out of the room, following the others. 

“Shuri, we should go find Peter. You can flash off your portable thing here.” Wanda nods, Shuri packs up, hurrying away with her. 

“A baby.” He nods, watching his wife. 

“We haven’t talked about this in a while.” She brings wide, blue eyes up to him again. 

“Nothings changed.” He shrugs. 

“Bucky, everything’s changed. We just started working things out with our marriage. Are we seriously ready to add a baby into this now?” Worry in her blue eyes. 

“We are better than before. Yes, there are things to work out still. But as long as we keep seeing Raynor, till she’s sick of us. Neither of us are willing to give up this marriage, no matter what comes along, baby included.” He assures his wife, putting out a hand to her. She places her hand in his, letting him pull her up. Tucking her against him. 

“It’s a hell of a timing.” She points out, looking up at him. 

“Perfect timing, we’ll move you back home when we return to New York.” He grins. 

“Now I see what you mean perfect timing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this seems planned.” She laughs softly. 

“Nah, all the best things were never planned. Meeting you, marrying you, knocking you up.” He leans down kissing her quickly, as she laughs. 

“You’re ridiculous.” She shakes her head. She sighs softly; disappointment darkens her eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” His knuckle tips her chin up. 

“I only just got back to working. Now I’ll have to step down again, for who knows how long.” Disappointment in her tone. 

He nods slowly. 

“I’ll take your place. When you’re ready to go back, I’ll step down and stay home with the little one.” She stares at him for a moment. “We’ll have Sam find you something, safer for the time being.”  

“You think we can make that work?” She wonders, hope lights up her eyes. 

“Anything you want.” He nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

She sighs softly. “I guess we should let Sam know.”  

“Not to interrupt,” Sam is standing in the doorway. 

“Hey, we were just saying we would need to talk to you.” Buck shifts facing his friend. 

“Before that, let me speak.” Sam steps into the room. “I know this job is important to you Y/N, I can only imagine asking you to give it up. Till you’re ready to step down and announce your pregnancy.” He smiles at us. “We know you will have to announce why you’re stepping down from my side. T’Challa has lent us Ayo, to keep you safe just in case.” He shrugs.  

“I’m going to step in when she steps down.” Bucky nods. 

Sam’s brow lifts. “You just want to get the band back together.” A grin on his face. 

“I might kill him.” Buck looks down at his wife who is giggling to herself. 

“A weekend together?” Raynor smiles at us. 

“Well, it’s work, but we thought we’d make more of it.” I shrug. 

“Work?” She lifts a brow at us. 

“Captain America, has been invited to the Presidential Welcoming Gala for Wakanda.” I smirk at Bucky. 

“Didn’t you have a hand in this?” She looks to James. 

“Yes, I’ve been working with Sam and T’Challa, as I am considered a citizen of Wakanda, and the U.S.” James nods. 

“And how has stepping into work been for your wife?” She nods slowly as she writes on the pad of paper in her lap. 

“Good, we’ve been communicating a lot more. Sometimes we argue still, but we work it out.” He nods, looking at me for assurance. 

“We do. We’ve been discussing me moving back home. As a trial run for perhaps settling things.” I admit. 

“That’s a big step; it’s only been less than a year.” She looks to me. 

“It has, about ten months at this time. But in all of this, I realized something along the way.” Shrugging a shoulder. 

“What’s that?”  

“That nothing, will keep me from fighting for my marriage. That at the end of the day, he’s still my best friend, and we’re still learning to be married together. It’s a learning experience for the both of us. This time around we’re getting to know the real us. All the dark and ugly pieces, we overlooked in the beginning.”  

She nods softly. “That’s a really good way to look at it. You’ve both come a very long way, since James crashed into my office mid session.”  

I snort into my hand. 

“Again, sorry about that.” He mumbles, looking away. She smirks at me when he isn’t looking. Pressing my lips together, I glance away from them both. 

——— 

Pausing as I gather my clutch, I swallow hard at the nausea rushing through me. James is suddenly at my side. 

“What’s wrong?” He looks me over with worry. 

“Just a little nauseous, I think I’m nervous.” I laugh softly, waving it off. The feeling fading as quickly as it came. 

“You’ll do amazing. I’ve seen you in action.” He winks at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“Fair enough, you did watch me shove an arrow into a man’s ear.” I smirk at him. He winks at me, his hand slipping to the small of my back. Ushering me towards the door. 

Sam sat excitedly across from us, him and Bucky talking about the event. I shift in my seat, that feeling coming back, deep in my belly. My mouth waters, reaching forward I snatch Sam’s water bottle from his hand, taking a few swallows. 

“Y/N?” 

“Baby?”  

They’re staring at me. 

“Sorry.” I swallow, handing it back. 

“Nervous?” Buck asks softly. 

“Upset stomach.” I wonder. Unsure.  

“I told you, grill cheese at two in the morning isn’t a good idea.” Bucky shakes his head. 

“Really? Grill cheese?” Sam looks at me confused. 

“I was dreaming about it.” I huff at him. 

“You Barton’s are just weird.” Sam shakes his head. 

“They just really like food.” Bucky chuckles, his hand slipping slowly up and down my back. 

I shrug, unable to deny his comment. I lean into my husband, he chuckles. 

“Water for you when we get there.” Sam hands me the rest of his bottle. 

“Probably for best. But I’m kind of hungry.” I admit. 

“Barton’s.” They both snort. 

I shrug, they weren’t wrong. 

“Like Clint when he had food poisoning, his hunger never went away.” Sam shakes his head. 

“It was like watching someone throw up in reverse.” Buck groans. 

“Chili cheese fries.” I nod, looking up at my husband. 

“Really?” He laughs. 

“Need, not want. Must have. I’ll cry if they aren’t in my hands by the end of the night.” I assure him. 

“Of all the woman in the world, you married the female version of your best friend.” Sam shakes his head, grinning. 

“It’s a better version of him.” Buck grins at Sam. 

--------

“Okoye.” I squeal hurrying over to hug her. She grins, wrapping me in a hug. 

“You look marvelous.” She pulls away holding me at arms length. 

“I went on a bender of making my husband jealous.” I grin at her. She laughs, letting go of me. 

“It suits you well.” She nods, approving. 

“I’d rather we don’t do it again.” Bucky joins us, kissing her cheek. 

“Make smarter choices next time. Or you’ll face the Dora Milaje next.” She gives him a cold, cutting look over. 

“I should have called her first.” I nod, looking at James. 

He swallows. “There will not be a next time.” He assures us. 

“You’ll call me personally, if there is.” She looks me over. 

“First call.” I nod, we grin at one another. 

“I see T’Challa, I’m going to walk away while I still can.” James nods. Leaning in he kisses the side of my head. “Have some ginger ale.” He mumbles before leaving us. 

“Y/N!” Shuri is rushing towards me.  

“Shuri!” I squeal, wrapping my arms around her, we rock side to side for a moment. Wanda joins at a slower pace. 

“Hello love.” She winks at me. 

“Hi babe.” I wink back. 

“Talk about stunning.” Wanda looks me over slowly when Shuri peels herself from me. 

I picked a long sleeve black dress, with a V neck front, it slit up both sides. 

“You’re practically spilling from it.” Shuri smirks, eyeing my chest. 

“I know I don’t know why.” I tug the front of my dress up a little more. 

“You seem to have quiet the glow about you.” Okoye smirks at me. 

“That’s probably cause I’ve been trying to not throw up, I’m so damn nervous.” My hand lands on my stomach.  

“Did you not shove an arrow into a man’s ear?” Shuri blinks at me. 

“I heard through the soft palette of his chin.” Wanda adds. 

“Been busy, Agent?” Okoye smirks at me. 

“They’re not wrong, but I’m not normally in front of the flashing lights. I work in the dark, and unknown.” My nose crinkles. 

“I’m sure that’s not all you’re doing in the dark.” Ayo is suddenly slowly circling me. 

“Oh. Ayo, that’s not, excuse me.” I flounder. 

“Oh.” Okoye tips her head, watching me as well. Ayo stops next to her, both watching me. 

“Um, what?” I flick my glance around them. 

“Oh.” Shuri’s brow jumps. 

“Hey, Buck said to bring this to you.” Barney joins us, holding out a glass of ginger ale. He looks around slowly, at the woman watching me. “What’s going on?” He glances at me. 

“We’re waiting for your sister to realize she’s pregnant.” Wanda smirks, tipping her glass at me, before she downs it. 

“What?” Barney looks at me. “You are?!” Excitement lights up his face. 

“Let me ask you something.” He settles back on the couch, watching me. 

“Okay.” I nod, setting my container down on the coffee table. 

“Why do you keep letting Torres touch you?” Blue eyes cut up me, pressing his lips together. 

Running a hand through my hair, I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. Locking eyes with him, watching him take me in, that possessiveness flickering in the depth of his eyes. 

“Why does it bother you, James?” I lift a brow, cocky attitude as I watch him. 

“If he wasn’t Captain America’s pet, I’d pull a brain washed moment and kill him.” He stares at me. 

Glancing away from him, I smirk, dragging my bottom lip in. Looking back at him as my tongue shapes my bottom lip, pushing the tip of it into the back of my top teeth. 

Like a predator watches its prey, he tracks my tongue, my mouth. 

“Good, remember that. Like I found you with your girlfriend.” Cutting my eyes up him. 

He leans in suddenly, something flickering in the depth of his eyes, something unstable. 

“Call her my girlfriend again and we’re going to test out new levels of this marriage.” He warns me in a tone that leaves me with goosebumps and a shiver running down my spine. 

Rolling my eyes I get up, grabbing the bags and leftovers, I head into the kitchen. Shoving the trash into the bin, I start covering the containers. 

“I’m just saying, you know, if your little,” I turn, his right hand wraps around my neck. Tipping my head back, a small gasp escapes me. His body pressed up against mine, pushing me into the counter. 

“I warned you.” He smirks down at me. 

Licking my lips, eyes locked with his, a delicious warmth curls in me, down to my toes. 

“You really shouldn’t cut me off before I was finished.” I sass with a smirk. 

Pushing more into me, his hips against mine. 

“You really want to finish that thought?” His brow cocks up at me.  We watch one another, daring the other. 

Slipping my hand up his chest, I fist his T-shirt, tugging him in slightly. 

“If your little girlfriend,” Buck’s grip tightens “ambushes me again, you’ll be helping me bury her body.” I warn him with a smirk on my lips. 

It’s the dark little chuckle from him before he licks his lips, looking me over slowly. 

“You should let me finish before you react.” I point out. 

His free hand curls around one side of my hip, digging his fingers into my flesh. Holding me to him. 

“Doll, we’re going to finish what you started alright.” His mouth drops to mine, feverish, demanding, possessive. His right hand flexes against my neck, as his hips rolling into mine, telling me just how excited he is by this. Only exciting me even more with his own. 

Dragging his mouth from mine, his mouth hovers near my ear. His right hand pushes up, tipping my chin even more, forcing me to look even more up at him. His breath warm in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine with his words. 

“You flash back to John, and you’ll see how dark I can be.” He growls out a warning to me. 

“Oops.” I smirk up at him. His hand slips from my neck, threading his fingers into my hair, grasping hard. 

“It’ll be the last you do, baby.” Tugging me in by the hair, dropping his mouth against mine. 

——— 

Slipping on a pair of black underwear from my drawer, I notice the fingerprints decorating my hips. Shifting in the mirror above the dresser, I tip my head, taking them in. 

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Buck is leaning on the door frame of the walk-in closet. Turning to look at him, he takes me in. “Mm, I’m sorry.” He sighs, eyes on my hips. 

“Sorry?” I blink at him, tipping my head again. 

“They should heal in a few days.” He shakes his head. 

“Take that back, right now.” I stare at him, reaching for my sweats resting on the dresser. 

“Take what back?” He blinks at me. 

“What you said.” I step into them, pulling them up. 

“The healing thing?” His brow connects. 

“No.” Twisting my hair up into a messy bun. 

“Sorry?” He wonders. 

“Yes, don’t do it again.” I sass, hurrying to skip past him, heading into the bedroom again. 

“Don’t say sorry again?” He follows me as I slip back into bed. He grabs the large tray, bringing it over to the bed. 

“Exactly. Oh, you made the potatoes I love.” I squeal, picking at them with my fingers. 

“Use a fork, you heathen.” He sighs, settling down on the bed with me. I pop a potato in my mouth, with my fingers, sassing him. He shakes his head. 

“Baby,” he sighs. 

“I don’t need your apologies; I don’t want them either. I didn’t complain or ask you to stop. So, your guilt isn’t welcome here.” I retort, not looking up from my food. 

“You’re a little fucked up, huh?” He grins when I look up. Popping another potato in my mouth with my fingers, I smirk at him. 

“I’m a Barton by blood, baby. There was never a chance I wouldn’t be.” I wink at him. 

“Guess this time around, we could really get to know each other.” He picks up a glass of orange juice, taking a sip. 

“I really like food.” I grin at him, biting into a piece of bacon. 

“I knew that first time around.” He snorts. I take his orange juice, taking a large drink from it. 

“Everything tastes better when it’s my husbands.” I grin at him. He sighs, shaking his head at me. 

“I knew I wanted to marry you, when I found you, bloodied, broken and barely standing, next to Steve. Thanos’ army before you, and you were ready to go right back to war.” He nods slowly, taking the orange juice back. 

I stare at him for a moment. 

“I knew I’d never want anyone else, during the fight in Wakanda. Those things took me to the ground. I was on the loosing end. You rip it’s jaw off, before pulling me up off the ground.” I nod slowly. “Every time I turned you were there, till the end.” I swallow hard. 

“That was my biggest worry, leaving you behind.” He admits. 

“I knew I picked the right person. I knew I married the best person, when you went after John, you and Sam, watching you take him down. I knew I couldn’t have married a better person.” I hand over the other half of my bacon. He tips his head, taking the rest, he chews. 

“I wanted to kill him.” He admits. My head snaps over, staring at my husband. “It was Sam who kept me from going too far.” 

“I didn’t know that.” I breath. 

The car ride quiet. Staring out the window, watching the city pass by. His hand slips over my thigh, reaching for my hands tangled together in my lap.  

“Baby?” He asks softly in the silence of the car.  

“Hmm?” I glance over. He laces his fingers with mine. 

“What’s going through your head?” He watches me with knowing blue eyes. 

I stare at him. Taking him in. 

Remembering the way, I fell in love with him and the way his blue eyes shined when he was looking at me. 

The way I loved him, even when he was triggered and dangerous.  

Nobody ever made me feel as safe as he did when he was next to me.  

When we got married, I thought I would burst and die right there, when I walked down the aisle to him. 

I will love him till my last breath, with everything in me, till the last day. Nothing would ever change the way I love him, how badly I will forever need him. 

“I need to ask you something,” I swallow, glancing away. 

“Ask me anything.” He nods. 

Licking my lips, I press them together. I take a breath, sighing. 

“Do you love her?” It comes out a whisper. 

His brow comes in slightly, watching me with wonder in his eyes. 

“No, not even in the slightest. I don’t love her, I don’t need her, I’ve never craved her. I could live a long happy life without her.” His thumb brushes slowly over my knuckles. 

“How do I believe that?” My voice shakes, cracking with emotion. 

“I’ll prove it, show you everyday.” He assures me. 

“You always say, you waited a hundred years for me.” I brush away a stray tear with the back of my hand. “What if it wasn’t me you were waiting for? What if it was her?” Swallowing the thick emotion choking me up. 

He sighs, letting go of my hand, his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me towards him. Tucking me against him, wrapping his arms around me. 

“I waited a hundred years for you. Only you. You’re the only one to touch the dark parts of me. My love for you is so deep, so threaded in me, even the Winter Solider knew it. I couldn’t kill you, but I could almost kill my best friend.” He speaks softly, resting his cheek against the top of my head. 

“She touched parts of him too.” I sob into his chest. 

“In a very, manipulative, brain washed way of trying to protect you from me.” He sighs, kissing the top of my head. 

“We’ve arrived.” The drive announces. 

“I’ll go up with you, we can keep talking.” James nods. Pulling away from him, I shake my head.  

“I think I need to think things over, on my own. To understand and figure out if I can believe you or not.” I sigh, wiping at my cheeks.  

He nods slowly, against his will. 

Reaching for the door, he grabs my hand, stopping me. Looking back at him, his other hand cups my jaw. 

“In another hundred years, I will still crave you, still need you, like a lifeline. Without you, there is nothing good about me. Nothing and nobody will ever compete with the way I love you, the depth that I love you too. So deeply, brain washed, I still saw love in you.” He brushes his thumb down my cheek, swiping at a tear. 

I nod softly, swallowing. 

“Call me, I’ll answer no matter what, even if you just want to yell at me.” He assures me. 

“I will.” I nod.  

He leans in kissing me softly, slipping into deeply. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine. 

“Goodnight.” I sigh, opening the door, this time he lets me slip out. 

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I pace around the living room of the hotel, running a hand through my hair. Changed into sweats and a tank top. Mauling the evening over. A text lights up my phone on the coffee table. I snatch it up, reading it over. 

“I’m killing her.” I mutter, snatching up my keys, shoving my feet into sneakers. I’m storming out of the hotel room and towards the elevator. 

I step off the elevator, slamming my fist against the door, rattling it in the frame. It opens a moment later. 

“Babe?” His head tips watching me. 

“Where is she?” I storm into the apartment, shoving my husband to the side. 

“Who?” There’s humor in his voice, as he shuts the door behind us. 

“The blonde!” I spin on my heels, staring at him. 

He presses his lips together, watching me with raised brows. 

“Nobody is here.” He shrugs. 

“I know a blonde was here.” I snap, pointing a finger down at the kitchen floor. 

Buck tips his head, watching me for a moment. 

“I had takeout delivered.” He nods towards the living room. I shift to look; indeed, two bags sit on the coffee table. 

“Umm,” I shift, licking my lips, embarrassment flooding me “I, was the delivery girl blonde?” I cringe, nose crinkling up. 

“I have no idea.” He shrugs, chuckling. 

I scrap a hand over my face. Licking my lips, I shift, moving towards the door again. “I should go.”  

“Hey,” his hand slips around my waist, turning me towards him “stay, I messed up and got our regular order, I couldn’t remember what I get on my own. Stay, have dinner with me, we can talk more.” He pleads. 

“How did you end up ordering our regular?” I can’t help the smile. 

“I panicked. She was asking me if I wanted our usual. I didn’t know how to tell her you weren’t here.” He sighs, a small smile on his lips. 

“Fair enough.” I nod slowly, he takes my keys and phone, pushing them on the island in the kitchen. He takes my hand leading me into the living room. 

Together we sit down on the couch, he starts unpacking the bags, I suddenly laugh. 

“What?” He looks over at me. 

“You’re a hundred and nine years old and you panicked ordering take out.” I snort as he hands me my order. 

“You paid the doorman to watch me, you don’t get to laugh at me.” He settles me with a look, brows raised. 

I gap at him. “How did you know?!”  

“He watches me very closely now.” He chuckles. 

There’s a crowd outside where the cars pull up. A walk up, each side filled with press and gawkers. Buck slips out before putting his hand out for me. Stepping out, I glance around, before stepping aside and allowing Sam out. 

Following Sam up the walk, he stops to answer a few questions. Happily smiling as he talks. Someone steps up, too quickly and too close. Side stepping my hand comes out at chest level. 

The man stops, glancing down at me, he chuckles, smirking as he looks me over. 

“Cute, could almost be threatening.” He nods.  

“Step back.” Keeping my tone set, unwavering. 

“Yeah, when I’m done talking to the third Captain America.” He snorts. 

“Second.” I correct him. 

“Huh?” His brow pulls in. 

“Walker was never Captain America. He was a puppet. Wilson, is Steve Rogers pick.” I reply in a simple tone. “Now step back.” My tone giving a slight bite. 

“You look familiar. Now why is that?” He squints at me. 

“She said step back.” Buck is suddenly at my back. 

This seems to please the man before me. 

“James Barnes. My, my, my.” He grins smugly. “Wasn’t I just writing about your scandal of cheating on your wife?” He chuckles. 

“Wow you’ve been slapped down to the gossip column, glad to know what trash is spreading lies.” Buck lets out an airy, irritated laugh. 

“Now I know how I know you.” He looks back to me. “You’re the deceived wife.” He grins. 

“You don’t know me.” Staring back at him. 

“You know they never stop. Once they start cheating, they don’t stop.” He leans in chuckling. I fake a soft laugh, pulling back, my fist connects with his ribs. When he stoops, gasping for breath, I grab the front of his jacket, holding tight. 

“Before you utter a word of my marriage, you should find out just who I am. What I am capable of. I’m cute, but I’m far more deadly than you could fathom.” I whisper softly to him. I shove my fist harder into the same spot. “You’ll never see it coming. I can hit a bullseye from a thousand yards.” I pat him on the chest, smiling at him.  

Bucky chuckles, his hand on the small of my back as we follow Sam into the building. 

Torres is hurrying toward us. He whispers in Sam’s ear. They both look over nervously at me. 

“What? I maybe cracked his rib. It wasn’t that bad.” I roll my eyes. Bucky chuckles. 

“Hand over the bracelet.” Sam outs his hand out. 

“What? Why?” I gap at him. 

“Y/N,” he wiggles his fingers at me, palm up. With an annoyed sigh I pull off my bracelet and slap it into his hand. He tucks it into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“What in the fuck is this about?” I scoff annoyed. 

Sam swallows hard and Torres shifts stepping to the side, he glances back. My eyes follow, landing on the blonde dressed in loose, black silk dress.  

Sucking in a breath, I squeeze my eyes closed and clench my jaw. 

“Why is she here?” Buck growls. 

“She’s security and a translator for the Russian prince.” Torres explains. 

“I need to make a phone call.” I snarl walking away, pulling my phone from my clutch. Hitting call, I reach the far side of the room. 

“Raynor.” She answers. 

“How likely is my marriage to work if I’m in jail, on possible life?” I bite out. 

It’s quiet for a moment. 

“There’s a high chance of it working out if we keep a regular appointment.”  

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I mutter. 

“What happened?” She asks. 

“His whore is at the event for the Congressman.” I grumble, glaring at Bucky as he approaches.  

“And James is with you.” She adds. 

“He just joined me.” Irritation in my voice.  

“I’d like to speak to him.” With a sigh I hand the phone to James. 

“Raynor?” He chuckles. He nods, watching me. “I have no intentions of letting that happen.” He smirks at me.  

He’s quiet as he listens for a moment. He nods again. “I understand, nothing is going to change, I’m set on my choices, and regret is an everyday situation. I’d rather fight for her everyday than accept defeat.”  

My mouth puckers, slowly pressing my lips together.  

“I understand and I only plan to be beside my wife, that’s what a good date and husband is supposed to do.” He nods and with a moment later they hang up. He hands me my phone back. Pressing a hard kiss to my lips. 

“How about a drink.” He chuckles ushering me towards the bar. 

“Ayo says I’m not supposed to drink” I point out with a small smile. 

“Our secret than.” He winks at me. 

It’s hard to focus on anything when someone is watching your every move. I excuse myself from the conversation I’ve missed most of. 

“Are you okay?” Buck follows me. 

“Don’t mind me. I’m just going to run to the restroom.” I tip my head back allowing him to kiss me before parting from him.  

Touching up my lipstick I exit the bathroom. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I reach the double doors to the main room, holding the event. Stopping in the doorway, I watch. 

Finding James, he’s laughing with Sam speaking to some ambassador from Greece. I can’t help but smile watching him. Even after all we’ve been through, he’s still my husband, still my best friend at the end of the day. The person I can’t imagine my life without. 

The last few months being, the test of time for us, for our marriage. The longest we have been apart from one another without cryo or war. Parts of me were still angry, still hurt, but he’s really stepped up, trying his hardest to prove he wants this, our marriage to work out. 

My eyes drift, finding her. It’s the look on her face that makes my breath stop. Watching her, watch James. 

The longing in her eyes. 

She’s in love with him. 

I stare at her, watching my husband, with a look I never wanted to see another woman have for him. 

“Y/N?” Torres joins me, touching my elbow. I jump, startled by him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckles. 

“Torres, look at her.” I grab his wrist. Not pulling my eyes away from her. 

“Her? Why?” He asks confused. 

“The look on her face. What do you see in her eyes?” I ask, swallowing hard. 

“Holy shit.” He breathes. “She’s in love with him.” 

“My husband's mistress is in love with him.” I nod. 

“Baby?” My eyes snap over, finding James joining us.  

“Shit.” It comes out airy, closer to a whisper. 

“You okay?” He watches me with winter blue eyes, I always swore could see my soul.  

“Headache.” I lie, letting out a held breath.  

“Do you want to go?” He puts his hand out for mine. I hate that I take it instantly. 

Did he love her too? 

Was she supposed to be his great love? 

The one he waited a hundred years for. 

He leads me towards Sam. They speak in a hushed tone. I stand chewing the inside of my cheek, withdrawn from their conversation. 

“Come on, I’ll take you back to the hotel.” Buck slips his hand to the small of my back. His finger slowly brushing over my exposed skin. 

I let him lead me out without a word, unsure if he’s supposed to stay or go. What if he is in love with her? 

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