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Still thinking about Bucky taking one look at 40+ year old, drop dead gorgeous mother of two, runs a fishing business in her comfy clothes Sarah Wilson and deciding he must flirt with her at every opportunity. I love that for her. Sarah Wilson deserves the world and Bucky is ready to give it.
Heâs going to do her laundry. Heâs going to jar her honey. Heâs going to do school runs. Heâs going to do food runs. Heâs going to take her dancing. Heâs going to haul her catch. Heâs going to give her massages. Heâs going to make that midnight run to the store to get whatever she wants. Sheâs five seconds away from being wined and dined and look at her, sheâs feeling it.
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It takes a while for Bucky to understand Sarah. To realize the love she gives, so easily, as casually as passing the peas at dinner, is his for the taking whether he deserves it or not.
And, looking back at his life, at the things he's done for Uncle Sam, he can't say he deserves it.
But he doesn't have it in himself to say anything other than "That sounds amazing" when Sarah tells him she's making his favorite for dinner. He'll eat every bite of crawfish ĂŠtouffĂŠe she prepared for him and remind himself that the food is given freely. The love behind the food is given freely. It's okay for him to take it from her.
It's okay to take her hand, let her pull him down the hall and to her bedroom. To pull her close and kiss the soft smile from her lips, even though his hands are stained with blood that will never truly wash away.
It's even okay for him to take her love and give back in equal measure; because he wants to, not because she expects it from him.
This is giving me front porch vibes. Realizing what you have and that you might not have gotten it.
Nothing earth shattering here, just a simple au. Buckyâs still a veteran dealing with some lingering issues from his military service, heâs just not, yâknow. The Winter Solider.
Him and Sam served together, and he met his sister the first time he came to visit Sam after they got back. Sarah knocked him on his ass. They didnât date right away, partly Bucky doesnât want to get his ass beat by his best friend, but mostly because he knew he couldnât be what she needed. So they flirted when they could get away with it and he and Sam took the boys out for the day so she could have a few hours to herself and when he left he hugged her and kissed her cheek and told her he hoped heâd see her again.
Then he took his ass home and found a therapist and started gardening and cooking and got a job and did the fucking work, in case he ever got the chance. A couple years later heâs between jobs and Sam invites him back down because heâs got a bunch of work to do on the boat, and Bucky tells himself the whole drive down that he doesnât have any expectations, that heâs just happy for the chance to see her again.
But he walks through the door and the way she looks at him makes him feel like maybe heâll melt right the floor, and Sam gives him so much shit for freezing and staring at her instead of hugging him that he blushes bright red and they all laugh. Sheâs even more beautiful than he remembers, and her smile makes him feel like maybe he can make peace with everything heâs been through if it brought him here. He tries not to flirt, but he plays with the boys and he bakes the focaccia his neighbor taught him to make, and he helps Sam with the boat, and he tries not to let his mind run away with the possibilities.
After two days, she finds him out on the porch and sits down next to him and asks him what heâs waiting for. Theyâve been together ever since, and every time he sits on that porch he makes himself pause, take a minute to remember and to be grateful such an incredible woman looked back when he smiled at her. Their life isnât perfect, but heâs spent every day since she leaned in and kissed him trying to make her happy.
She catches him staring at the sunset which she brings him a cup of tea one night after dinner. âWhat are you thinking about?â she asks, and he smiles up at his beautiful girl and tells her honestly, âyou.â
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She was so smooth, fluid and sexy with it and immediately I wanted to see Sarah Wilson get hooked into the rhythms she heard down the hall from a sip and paint class her girlfriend snared her into.
On break to check in with Cass and AJ goofing off at home with Sam and Bucky, she'd drifted closer to the music. She watched riveted by the choreographer and the way she controlled her body to the beat. Sarah was beyond intrigued, wanting to exude that same confidence and allure. She didn't know when she'd get the time to do it, but she wanted to be that woman badly enough to at least give it a go.
She was able to make a few of the classes in the beginning to get the basics of movements and vital stretches to strengthen her core and control. Then she found the instructor was more than happy to record the classes fer Sarah so she could follow along at home.
Their father's old office that became their mother's den after he passed sat unused after she too was gone. When Bucky had started coming round more, she'd offered to clean it up and turn to a guest room fer him, but though he was often in tow when Sam came home, he disappeared shortly after, visits lasting no longer than 3 days. Plus, he was never idle long in his visits. He spent so much time with Sam and the boys, volunteering for homework duty and shopping with the way they both were growing, repairs around the house. He was constantly in motion it seemed.
Sometimes she could coax him out to the porch and get him to plant his butt in the swing with her as they listened to the symphony of a warm Delacroix night. They'd sip on some chilled sweet tea or lemonade, maybe even a beer in companionable silence. Sometimes she hummed a wordless tune, other times he'd name the creatures he could hear contributing to their nighttime concert, enthralled by the wildlife facts she knew, which she'd obviously passed down to Cass.
Anywhos, back to the office. Sarah enlisted her ever energetic sons to help with the cleaning out of it and when Bucky was in town, she'd make some time to snag him and thrift shop pieces to go in the new studio she was making for self. She also insisted on finding a sofa bed so if Bucky ever needed a bit more privacy, the option would be available.
Now she's got this restored space with pieces of her parents unearthed and adding so much peace into it. She uses it daily for stretches, even buying additional yoga mats fer Cass and AJ so those two could learn to channel some of that energy and release it. She'd noticed getting them together fer a cooldown session after homework, chores, dinner, showers and right before bed helped them sleep longer. It was nice something she set out to have fer herself still benefitted her family.
It'd been weeks of her following along with the class. She'd even began to record herself, putting both recordings on the mounted tv in a split screen AJ showed her how to do. This way she could compare with Nessi on technique as well as her most recent vid to her past ones to see the improvement.
It was one day she'd had the whole house to herself and prep for the weekend rush at the restaurant had been taken care of early. So she set to do a dress rehearsal recording in the outfit in the above video. And it'd be just her luck that Bucky, who wasn't due in until tomorrow, showed up early and used the key he'd been given when his knocks had gone unanswered but he could hear music from inside.
He was unprepared for the sight of her beautiful body in motion with more of it exposed than ever before and he gladly drank up every second of it. He knew of her classes, she'd gushed about how much she enjoyed them and what he'd imagined was nothing compared to the reality. She was glorious, powerful and incredibly sexy standing still. Moving to the musuc the way she was only doubled her desirability. He's unsure how long he'd watched from the door but the music winding down let him know he should make his presence known without coming off like an entire creep.
Bucky backed out of the doorway and out of the shot he was yet unaware he'd been very visible in, making it to the door backwards as familiar as he was with the Wilson's home. Quietly he reopened it, closing it harder to be heard over the music still pumping throughout the house and in his veins with the memory of her dancing.
"Anybody home? It's me, Bucky." He threw in to his schtick, moving to place his bag by the couch in its usual spot before ambling towards the kitchen and the cold glass of water his overthirsty ass was in desperate need of.
The music paused abruptly, Sarah letting out a quiet "Shit" in a rushed, somewhat frantic voice. "I'm in the studio, Bucky. It's just me, the boys are at their cousin's house until tomorrow afternoon." Her response was partially muffled as she bounced around the room, Bucky imagining her changing from her dance number. He was fighting a losing battle to try and forget how she looked in it, trying not to visualize her fully out of it. Bucky sucked back his second glass of ice cold water.
When she appeared around the corner in a pair of cutoff shorts stopping just above her knees and a plaid sleeveless pullover, she was wearing a matching flustered look, shy, almost guilty and he was aching to know what thoughts she'd had before joining him to put that look on her face.
Instead, he slid a cool glass of water to her across the island before sipping on his third. He watched her gulp half the glass down, truly inspired by the up and down of her throat as she swallowed. Bucky didn't know if he'd survive this visit without meeting up with Carlos and the hungry local fishes Sam threatened to introduce him to if he flirted with Sarah. Sam wouldn't even need to be a mind reader, just have eyes to see Bucky was already a goner.
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Thinking of Sam braiding Sarah's hair throughout their lives: when they were teens, before Sarah's date, during a stormy night, after their parents' death, the night before her engagement. They won't admit it to each other but it's a gesture that brings comfort to both of them.
Crashing through windows was actually Bucky's least favorite part of being a superhero. Sure, there had been the decades of torture, the body mutilation, the loss of autonomy. Sure, every three months, someone tried to sue him for using their car as a bullet stopper, and every six months, the government tried to put a leash on him. But crashing through windows at least once every fight was really really really annoying.
He could barely get a full breath in from the impact of landing on his back, and his ribs ached as he stood. Glass tinkled prettily as it fell off of him.
Behind him, someone dropped something metal.
He whirled around, sure it was a civilian and not a threat, ready to offer assistance. Instead, the words died in his throat because the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen was standing in front of him, staring at him. Then at the warm, toasted things on the ground. Then back at him.
Bucky leaned against a half wall, cocking a hip out and sprawling a little bit. He shoved his hand through his hair to get it out of his face. More glass fell from it. "Hi," he greeted with a grin. "I'm Bucky."
"I know who you are," the woman agreed. She looked unimpressed and a little annoyed, which Bucky totally understood. He'd been annoyed too until he turned around. "Aren't you supposed to be out there?" she added, waving a hand to the street.
The sounds of the fight came back all at once and Bucky very much wished he hadn't broken the window getting in here. This would be better without the noise.
"Uh, yeah sorry for dropping in like this. It just, yâknow, smelled so good." He gestured at the pastries on the floor. Wait, should he be helping clean them up?
She raised an eyebrow. "You're on fire," she said drily.
"Thank you. I'm kind of out of practice but--"
"No, you're literally on fire. Look at your jacket."
Bucky looked down and then jumped a little to find his tac vest had a gaping hole, which was simmering away at the sides. He quickly patted it out. It hurt one hand more than the other. âThat doesnât actually happen as often as you think,â he explained lamely.
She raised her eyebrow higher and Bucky felt his heart sink even further into the happy, soft spot his chest had become. âBut all the rest of this is normal?â She gestured to him and then the window.
âWellâŚyeah. But not usually the same window twice. Hey, my friendâs from down here. I know a couple of the localâŚconâŚtractors⌠You probably do too,â he decided sheepishly.
âWho in the world do you know down here?â
âWell, you know, Captain America is kind of my best friend,â he bragged. âHe likes to think heâs a big deal around here.â
Finally, a small smile broke out across her face and Bucky felt all reason leave his head. The battle was forgotten. Said best friend was forgotten. The simmering jacket, dripping wounds, all forgotten. If she just kept smiling at him, all secretive, just between the two of them, heâd never complain about anything again in his life. Except, maybe, not being able to see it every second of the day.
âYeah? What else do you think about him?â she asked with amusement.
And that was a loaded question. Because Bucky could talk about Sam all day, the good and the bad. But this poor, beautiful woman probably didnât care about the way he drank milk straight from the carton. And itâs not like Sam was around to hear, so he could be a little complimentary. âWell, donât tell him, but heâs pretty cool. Heâd deserve the attention. But if you tell him, his headâll get too big and he wonât be able to fly, so, yâknow, just between us.â
âJust between us, hm? Would that make me an honorary superhero?â
âIf you let me buy some of these pastries off of you, it definitely would.â
âRight now? In the middle ofââ A well timed explosion rained bits of robot down on a field or marsh or something a little ways down the road. âSam said you had a sweet tooth.â
âYeah,â Bucky agreed. He did. And the food down here was better than almost anything else heâd had. Not that, again, he was going to tell Sam that. Wait, Sam? âWait, what?â
Concurrently
Sarah had not meant to stay in the shop while there was superhero nonsense happening outside. It was just... there were only two minutes left on the last batch of beignets in the oil. She just wanted to pull them out, turn off the stove, and get out the back door.
And she had finished them. She'd just put them on a pan and turned to set the pan on the last cooling rack in the kitchen when something came crashing through the beautiful bay windows of the dining room.
A tangle of sprawling limbs and dark clothes rolled to a stop with a shower of glass in the middle of her cafe as a giant robot stomped away outside. The man got to his feet slowly, shaking off the remains of her window from his shoulders. She spent too long trying to figure out which one he was, so that the heat of the pan scorched through the oven mitt and she dropped it in shock. The man turned around with as much shock in his expression.
And thenâand Sarah didnât think it was proud to notice thisâhis gaze softened and his eyes got wide for a whole different reason. It made something warm and satisfied bloom in her belly.
âHi,â he said, leaning against one of the decorative half walls sheâd left up during the rennovation. âIâm Bucky.â
She knew this. Sheâd put it together when the gash in his jacket had revealed a metal arm on his left side. Bucky was one of the ones always tailing after Sam. He was a familiar name in her brotherâs stories. âI know who you are,â she said. âArenât you supposed to be out there?â
They both looked at the street again. A car went flying down the way and took out a line of robot-things. They looked like Rock âEm/Sock âEms, which had been annoyingly funny at first. More annoying than funny now.
"Uh, yeah sorry for dropping in like this. It just, yâknow, smelled so good." He waved his hand at the beignets on the ground. They had smelled so good. She hated this superhero/super bad guy nonsense.
It was kind of hurting her chest in a sad and angry way to keep looking at the perfect ruined beignets, so she looked at him again. Sam had a couple of pictures of the other hero, but he was more handsome in person. When he wasnât scowling and making a rude gesture at a camera, or passed out on a cargo jet. Those were a lot of Samâs pictures of him.
Then she jumped a little as she noticed flames sprout and die at his chest. âYouâre on fire,â she said. Sheâd started to reach down for the towel sheâd had when she realized he was grinning and lounging instead of doing something about it.
âThank you. I'm kind of out of practice but--" he started to say, all confidence and charm.
Actually, he could put out his own flames. "No, you're literally on fire. Look at your jacket."
He looked down at himselfâand, again, Sarah didnât think it was proud to notice he seemed reluctant to look awayâthen balked and began to pat himself ember-less again. âSorry, that doesnât happen as often as youâd think.â
Sarah thought about the jets in Samâs wings. Sheâd used to tease him that he was scorching his ass clean off, but heâd never actually caught on fire. âBut the rest of this is normal?â she pointed out, gesturing behind him.
Bucky followed her point and shrugged. âWellâŚyeah. But not usually the same window twice.â Then he seemed to get distracted, and pivoted quickly. âHey, my friendâs from down here. I know a couple of the localâŚconâŚtractorsâŚâ He slowed down until he was practically wringing a hat that wasnât actually in his hands. âYou probably do too,â he finished.
Then, because heâd crashed through her window and was doing a not fantastic job of either flirting or keeping his eyes to himself, she decided to push her luck a little. âWho in the world do you know down here?âÂ
âWell, you know, Captain America is kind of my best friend,â he bragged. âHe likes to think heâs a big deal around here.â
Sarah couldnât stop her smile. She was so going to lay into Sam for not showing her off. She bet Bucky knew what the boys looked like. Sam was always bragging on them. But Bucky definitely didnât know her. âYeah? What else do you think about him?â she asked.
âWell, donât tell him, but heâs pretty cool. Heâd deserve the attention. But if you tell him, his headâll get too big and he wonât be able to fly, so, yâknow, just between us.â
âJust between us, hm? Would that make me a honorary superhero?â she teased.
âIf you let me buy some of these pastries off of you, it definitely would.â And, for some reason, he was looking at the beignets on the floor instead of anything in the display shelf, which she was probably going to have to scrap anyway after all of this.
âRight now? In the middle ofââ At that exact moment something exploded outside and she ducked away on instinct. She was blaming her distraction on the fact that she said, âSam said you had a sweet tooth.â
âYeah,â Bucky agreed airly. Then she watched her words catch up in real time. âWait, what?â
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