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“No more sex this morning. You almost killed me last night! You tut. “You made me cum so often I blanked out.”

“I fucked you to sleep just like you asked me to do,” he chuckles as you try to push him away. You press your hands against his shoulders, grunting as the super soldier won’t budge. “I know you loved it, pretty girl.”

“Bucky, we don’t have time. Tony and Steve want us to join the meeting. It’s important to them,” Bucky grumbles but crawls back up your body to cage you with his strong arms. He hovers over you and softly pecks your lips. “Baby…no.”

“We can have a bath before work, right? Let me help you relax after the rough night you just had.”

The bastard smirks.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Barnes?” you mirror his smirk.

“I’ll run you a bath, carry you into the bathroom, and help you relax,” he declares. “Just lie here, wait for me to come back and look sexy.”

“Hmm…I’m tempted to say yes,” he chuckles. “What else can you offer me?”

“A nice massage,” Bucky purrs. “Give me a few minutes and you’ll feel like in heaven…” He pecks your lips before leaving the bed. “Just wait here, baby doll.”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” you watch Bucky walk toward the bathroom. “You’ve got a nice back and ass.”

Bucky shakes his naked ass. “I know you love my ass, Y/N,” he’s making you chuckle as he looks over his shoulder to give you a wink. “But we cannot waste more time. We must attend this important meeting.”

“We could discuss your cute ass in the meeting too,” you bite your index finger. “I’d like to discuss it.”

While Bucky prepares the bubble bath and lights candles, you stretch your body, smiling as you remember the last night. “Damn, he’s going to be the death of me.”

“No you will be the death of me, doll,” you squeak as Bucky suddenly stands next to you. You should be used to his stealth skills, but you are still amazed by his skills. “Come here, baby.”

Bucky easily picks you up in bridal style, flashing you a smile. “I hope you are not planning on getting me dirty after we had a bath.”

He chuckles.

“We will see.”

“It was the best investment to buy this bathtub,” you moan loudly as Bucky runs the loofah over your body. You lean back against Bucky’s chest and enjoy the warm water and his body pressed against yours.

“Best investment ever,” he agrees. “We should stay in here all day. What do you think?”

“I changed my mind,” you turn around to kneel between Bucky’s spread legs. “Maybe we can tell Tony to change the appointment for the meeting.”

You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck. “Does taking the day off and staying in the bathtub include getting you dirty?”

He grins.

“We will see…”

 One afternoon, you came into the living room where Bucky and Alpine were taking a nap on the couch. The cat was in a ball on your boyfriend’s chest, both looking so sweet and peaceful. You took a picture of them before giving them both a kiss on the top of the head, feeling guilty as they both woke up.

 “I’m sorry, my darlings. You can go back to sleep now,” you cooed.

 They both gave you a sleepy look before stretching at the same time.

 “Do you want lunch now?” you asked.

 “Mm, I could eat,” Bucky shrugged.

 Alpine gave a sleepy little meow. You couldn’t help but smile at them.

 “Do you need any help?” Bucky asked, from the couch.

 He had been so busy lately that the poor man was exhausted.

 “I’ve got it, baby. You rest up with Alpine,” you smiled.

 Alpine didn’t really need a rest but she brought Bucky happiness and that was enough for you. As you made lunch, you occasionally looked in on the two of them. Bucky was gently patting Alpine’s soft fur and speaking to her.

 “Isn’t Y/N great, Alpine? We’re so spoilt, yes we are,” he cooed.

 The cat looked quite content on his lap. A funny thought entered your head. You imagined a world where the roles were reversed. Alpine as an elegant woman with silky white hair and Bucky as a scrappy tabby cat that she found on the street. Perhaps he lost his arm in an accident and needed it replaced… Would you fit into this little world? Would you be Alpine’s partner or would you be a cat like Bucky? The thought made you giggle out loud.

 “Something funny, doll?” Bucky called from the couch.

 “It’s nothing. Just thinking something silly,” you replied, bringing his lunch to him, with something for Alpine.

 “I like silly things…”

 You smiled and shook your head.

 “I was just thinking… you and Alpine are so similar; it would be funny if the roles were reversed…”

 Bucky blinked in surprise.

 “Alpine and I… are not that similar…” he slowly stated.

 “Oh, yeah?” you grinned, tickling the spot under his chin.

 Bucky started purring just like Alpine would, making you giggle.

 “See? Alpine likes this too,” you grinned.

 “That doesn’t prove anything,” Bucky pouted.

 “It’s one thing. You also have the same judgemental stare…”

 “I don’t have a judgemental stare,” he huffed.

 “Yeah, you do, hon. Remember that thing Sam suggested?”

 “Well, that was just stupid,” Bucky huffed, turning his nose up.

 “There it is… I swear I saw Alpine give me the same look when I tripped and fell over my shoelaces the other day.”

 Bucky looked at Alpine who gazed back at him in return. Could this cat really be his feline equivalent? The evidence sure was stacking up…

 “You also both have beautiful blue eyes, you both walk that strut…”

 “There’s something else that we share in common,” Bucky stated.

 “And what’s that?”

 “We both love you,” he softly smiled.

 “Aww… I love you both too,” you smiled back.

 Alpine meowed in agreement. She may not have really understood the words you were saying but she felt the love. You gave her a kiss and kissed Bucky’s cheek too.

 “You know that thing they say about pets and their owners…”

 “That they become identical after a while?” Bucky asked.

 “Exactly. It’s not a bad thing. It just means you share a special bond…”

 “I guess we do,” Bucky mused, picking up a piece of string for Alpine to play with.

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue.

Bucky exhales deeply, and Steve tries to be patient, he really does, but he’s been so hungry and Bucky is right there. He gets greedy and licks up the head of Bucky’s cock, his tongue dipping into the slit, and he groans victoriously as he comes away with the smallest bit of precome.

He yelps when Bucky roughly yanks his head back by the hair.

“I’m not in the mood today for you to misbehave,” Bucky growls, shifting as he finally takes his blood-splattered jacket off. He throws it on the ground beside Steve, followed by the torn t-shirt, leaning back against the couch with his glorious chest on display. “Do you understand?”

Steve pulls back just enough to nod obediently. Bucky’s had a rough mission, Steve knows that. Aside from the blood and miscellaneous flesh-looking bits stuck to him, there’s a scratch up his side that’s probably healing and Bucky has a deep scowl on. His muscles are taut with tension and his eyes are nearly murderous. Steve vows to fix that — he knows he’s the only one who can fix that, who can make Bucky’s body relax again and coax a smile back onto his face.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky makes a content noise. “Good kitten, now come here.” Bucky slides his pants and briefs down further, letting Steve watch, and salivate, as he reveals his toned thighs — thighs that Steve wants to ride at any given time.

Steve returns back to his rightful place between Bucky’s legs, eyes pleading for the next command. He’s been waiting so long for Bucky to come home.

“I need to unwind,” Bucky tells him plainly, reaching for the remote.

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whining, to keep from begging for Bucky’s attention.

He stays painfully still on his hands and knees as the sounds of the TV fill the room, eyes drawn to Bucky’s half-hard cock laying on his hip. He swallows his pooling saliva, heart hammering in his chest. Please, please, please —

“Give me your mouth.” Even though Bucky’s murmuring, quiet, it sends a shiver down his spine, the command heavy in the air.

He opens wide, chin on the couch between Bucky’s legs. The anticipation makes his eyes sparkle, wondering if Bucky will simply make Steve suck on his balls, or if he’ll immediately drive himself down Steve’s throat.

Bucky scoots forward an inch, feeding Steve his cock slowly, but surely.

Steve has to relax his throat, to take Bucky in even if he’s not actually hard yet – oh. Steve understands now. He lets Bucky all the way in, and seals his lips around the base, keeping still.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos, running his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve melts into the touch, eyes fluttering as his head begins to feel pleasantly light at the light praise. He loves being good for Bucky.

Bucky shifts from time to time, sometimes to get more comfortable on the couch, sometimes it’s a roll of his hips, but Steve stays put. The sound of the television drones in the background, and he has no idea how long he stays like that, his knees sore and his jaw aching, but he can feel Bucky’s cock beginning to fill. Steve feels like he’s doing his job, if he can feel Bucky growing inside his mouth.

Without warning, Bucky takes Steve’s head roughly in his hands, moving Steve up and down his hardened cock now. Steve can’t help the desperate groan as Bucky takes complete control over him, using his mouth like nothing more than a toy, even though he gags immediately.

Steve likes being taken by surprise, he never knows — and he never wants to know — what Bucky’s going to do next.

After he sputters at the initial push, he groans with every thrust of Bucky’s hot cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

The hardest part is not touching. He mentally berates himself for not asking for permission before. Curling his hands into fists against the carpet, he takes the full onslaught of Bucky having his way with him.

He’s apparently not fast enough — not limp enough because Bucky huffs, fingers bruising against his neck before he stops altogether.

Steve whines before he can help it — no, please don’t stop —

It’s cut off abruptly by the loud crack of Bucky’s palm against his cheek. Steve knows he fucked up, because Bucky pulls out completely, and no matter how hard Steve sucks, he knows he won’t get Bucky back.

Not until Bucky says so. If Bucky says so.

He gets a backhand across the other cheek this time. “Don’t fucking whine at me.”

Steve gulps nervously, staring up at Bucky’s cold, hard eyes. He goes to apologize, but he doesn’t have permission to speak, so he bows his head instead, to show how sorry he is, hoping Bucky will have mercy on him.

Bucky sighs, like a parent fed up with their child. “Last chance, kitty. Don’t make me stop again.”

Steve nods enthusiastically, licking his lips, opening his mouth wide again as he looks up at shining eyes. He tries to convey how much he cherishes this second chance, how he won’t fuck it up.

Bucky spreads his legs again, and Steve’s breath shortens, eyes fixated on the considerable length, thick, flushed and shining with Steve’s very own spit.

He’s grabbed by the strands of his hair, Bucky’s other hand – his metal hand – wraps around Steve’s neck underneath. Steve’s eyes roll in the back of his head before Bucky even gets all the way down, welcoming the heavy, bitter warmth on his tongue again.

Bucky hits the back of his throat in one swift motion and Steve fights his body’s natural reaction to gag, his stomach tensing up, eyes watering. He doesn’t make a sound though, his face scrunching with the effort of keeping his mouth open for Bucky to use.

“You can take it,” Bucky reminds him. “So take it.”

He can, he knows that much, but not without considerable effort. Steve’s entire body clenches up at the command and despite the burning sensation in his abs and the spasm of his muscles, he lets Bucky guide him wherever necessary for his pleasure. It builds and builds, until Bucky’s fucking into Steve’s mouth with abandon.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby –”

Steve preens under the praise, humming happily around Bucky’s cock that’s ravaging his throat. He chokes when Bucky’s fingers flex under his jaw, the metal plates faintly clicking into place – a reminder of how dangerous it can be. How easily Bucky could cut off his airway like this – and how Steve would simply let him. He heaves again, desperate for air as he tries to suck in a deep breath through his nose, saliva making a downright mess down his chin and atop Bucky’s balls.

“I said take it,” Bucky growls, somehow managing to lodge himself further, and Steve nearly loses it. He can’t stop the muffled gag, the strangled gasp of air as Bucky’s fingers tighten even more. Lightheaded, pleasantly floating, he takes a deep breath through his nose while his throat convulses around Bucky’s dick.

“God, look at you, so fucking pretty when you cry,” Bucky moans as he goes to stand, getting even more leverage. His muscles flex with each slam of his hips, balls slapping against Steve’s dripping chin. “S’this all for me? Huh, pretty? Cryin’ ‘cause you’re chokin’ on my cock?”

Steve isn’t sure what the sound he makes can even be classified as, but it’s needy and high-pitched, and he wants to scream yes, yes, yes – but it’s cut off by Bucky’s massive length as he utters one more command.

“Swallow.”

Steve doubles his efforts, swallowing around Bucky like he’s trying suck it out of him. He knows Bucky likes the sensation of his throat closing in, constricting around him, so he pushes past any discomfort to do just that, trying to be the perfect vice grip.

He loves this part – where he’s barely got enough oxygen, and yet all he wants is more, more of Bucky’s come, of Bucky’s praise, of the beautiful look on Bucky’s face when he shoots down Steve’s throat. Steve greedily gulps it all down, even as it dribbles out of the corners of his mouth, swallowing everything Bucky gives him like it’s his last meal on earth.

Bucky groans, long and echoing in the room, and Steve blinks his eyes open, looking up at him. His vision is blurry with tears as he pants for air, but he swallows one last time and opens his mouth, tongue out, to show Bucky that he’s done good.

Bucky smirks down at Steve before his features soften for a moment, brushing a tear away. “Okay?”

Steve nods eagerly, and Bucky’s face morphs back into something sinister, his devilish tongue licking Steve’s tear off his thumb before giving Steve’s face a few gentle slaps. “Good boy. Now into bed, where I’m gonna ruin your tight little hole.”

“God damn it!”  Sam winced at Bucky’s exclamation, and also at the way the door bounced off the wall behind him, as he stormed into their room at the new Avengers compound.

“C’mon, Buck. It wasn’t that bad.”

Bucky just let out a grunt and stabbed his knife down into the table. Sam was glad they were here in upstate New York and not at home. Bucky continued to huff as he practically tore his tac jacket off, dropping it on the floor, before striding over to the small fridge in the kitchen area. Pulling the door open, practically yanking it off its hinges - wouldn’t be the first time- he grabbed the carton of juice and brought it to his lips, gulping down the tart liquid and wiping the excess off with the back of his hand. 

Sam, still in his suit, minus the wing pack - ‘cos that shit was heavy - stood, watching.

“I almost fucked up, Sam.”

Bucky moved to the couch and dropped down onto it, elbows resting on his knees and arms dangling between his spread thighs.

“I almost got those civilians killed. Fuck! There were kids in that group, and they almost…”

He dropped his head into his hands, and Sam could tell his mind was going a mile a minute, reliving that horrifying moment over and over. Sam knew Bucky well, knew him well before they got together. Knew that without some kind of intervention he’d get stuck in a spiral of self-doubt and self-destruction. An episode like this hadn’t happened in a while, not since the change in their relationship and Sam was musing over the best way to deal with it. He had a thought, wasn’t sure how it would go, but just maybe…

Shutting the door to their room, he leant the Shield up against the wall, out of the way, before walking over to Bucky.

“Bucky, Sugar, it’s alright. Almost isn’t did. You saved them, baby. They’re all okay.”

Bucky lifted his head and worried at the nails on his right hand with his teeth. Emotions were swirling in the grey depths of his eyes. Sam dropped to a crouch in front of him, taking hold of both his hands, the difference in temperature between them both familiar and odd at the same time.

“You need to get out of your head. I’ve got a plan to help, but I need you to agree. You trust me?”

Bucky’s lips twitched in a small, albeit brief smile.

“Always trust you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a tender kiss to Bucky’s brow, and tightened his grip on the hands in his own.

“You got a colour for me then. Baby?”

He saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, realisation hitting him, and then a flush started to make its way up the supersoldier’s neck.

“Green, Sammy. I want you to help me.”

“I know. I know. Always so good for me, when I ask.”

Sam leant forwards and kissed him, trying to put all his love and reassurance into it, and taking Bucky’s hurt and vulnerability. It didn’t last too long; Sam had further plans, but it lasted enough to send Bucky just a little bit sweet. Sam pulled Bucky to his feet and then turned around.

“Help me out of my suit, Buck. Nice and steady. No need to rush. Then when you’re done, you’re gonna strip off, tidy the clothes, including your tac jacket over there, back into their proper places and then come and join me in the bathroom, okay?”

No reply. Sam rolled his eyes to himself. Bucky had probably nodded.

“I need words, sweetheart. You gonna do what I’ve asked?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Bucky’s voice was soft and low. That was the voice of James Buchanan Barnes, as opposed to Sgt. Barnes. Sam loved that it was mainly reserved for him, this gentler, sweeter persona. It sent a frisson of warmth up his spine.

Bucky’s hands came to Sam’s back, slowly working the zipper, dragging it down to where it stopped at the swell of Sam’s ass. The only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing and that particular metallic sound of metal teeth unmeshing from each other. Bucky moved round to Sam’s front and eased the suit over Sam’s shoulders in turn, pulling the vibranium fabric off of each toned and muscular arm. Despite the ease of the task, he was putting all his concentration into it, being as delicate and reverent as possible.

When both of Sam’s arms were free, Bucky dropped to his knees so he could push the suit lower, sliding it off Sam’s backside and down his strong thighs. A quick pause, so he could remove Sam’s shoes, and then the suit was over each of Sam’s feet, leaving him only dressed in his long suit undershorts and tight fitting tee. 

Bucky looked up from his position on the floor, and Sam felt his heart jump and heat suffuse his body.

“Help with the rest of it, Buck, then you can tidy up while I get the shower ready.” Sam’s voice was husky, and his heart started to race as Bucky nodded again (Sam let him off this time) and curled his fingers, those fingers that could touch so gently or maim so violently, around the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down.

His blue-grey eyes lingered momentarily on Sam’s cock, which was sporting a half chub, before he stood and pulled Sam’s tee up and over his head, rendering him naked.

“Thank you, Buck.” Sam cupped his boyfriend’s cheek, feeling the scruff tickle his palm, and aware of how Bucky leant into him. 

“Being so good for me, baby. I’ll see you in a few moments. Don’t take too long. We need to get washed up.”

Sam turned away and strode through to the bathroom, a sway to his hips. His Bucky radar let him know he was being stared at, as he went. It wasn’t the ‘murder’ stare though. No, this was the ‘lust’ stare; Sam was familiar with the feeling of both by now.

He left the door to the bathroom ajar as he turned on the shower. There were various jets and heads, and Sam was more than thankful for them, given the state of his muscles after this latest fight. He needed to relax as much as Bucky did and he hoped his plan would allow that for both of them.

Bucky appeared on silent feet. Sam was used to that by now, and luckily, because he was expecting it this time, it didn’t make him jump. 

“Arm off, Buck. I’ll help you clean it properly later.”  

He grasped Bucky’s left arm, to take the weight and stop it from falling to the floor when released, and Bucky brought his right arm up to type in the disengage code. A whirl and a series of fast clicks and vibranium came free from Bucky’s shoulder joint.

Sam placed the prosthetic on the bench and turned back, with a soft smile on his face. He held out his hand, and Bucky placed his right into it, allowing Sam to pull him underneath the spray. Both of them let out moans as the hot water pummelled at their bruises and knots. For a moment, Sam just stood there, Bucky in his arms, as the water caressed them, and cut out the outside world, but as much as he might like to, they couldn’t stay like that forever.  

Easing back, Sam directed Bucky to turn, before plucking the correct shampoo from the shower caddy; he’d accidently used his shampoo on Bucky’s hair once, and it hadn’t gone well. Sam lathered some up in his hands, before setting to massaging Bucky’s scalp, humming a Marvin Gaye tune as he went. Bucky’s body relaxed slightly, making Sam smile. With Bucky’s chestnut locks all soaped up, Sam grabbed the washcloth and shower gel, and started to work on cleansing Bucky’s body. 

When he got to the angry mass of scar tissue on Bucky’s left shoulder he stopped briefly.

“Hard or soft, Sugar?”

Sometimes Bucky needed the shit pummelled out of his shoulder, and sometimes he could barely stand for it to be touched. It was better for both of them if Sam checked each time.

“Hard,” came the choked out reply, and Sam pressed a kiss to the juncture of Bucky’s shoulder and neck before digging into the solid flesh.

Bucky’s head dropped forwards and his right hand closed tight into a fist before reopening again.

“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

“Mmm-hmm. Feels good, Sammy.”

After spending a few minutes working the muscles, Sam turned Bucky so that one of the side jets continued to press into that spot. He then set to work cleaning the rest of Bucky’s war weary body. 

He displayed his love without words, soaping and stroking and rinsing, pressing kisses to the larger scars that littered the canvas of Bucky’s skin. Each kiss was an ‘I love you’, a ‘you are wanted’, and by the time Sam got to Bucky’s feet, and looked back up, he was almost certain there were tears in Bucky’s eyes. 

He rose back up, tilting Bucky’s head back and rinsing out the shampoo bubbles, before applying a small amount of conditioner to the ends. He kissed Bucky’s wet, closed eyelids and then gave his own hair and body a wash. The last thing was to wash out Bucky’s conditioner before shutting off the shower and wrapping Bucky in a large, warm towel.

“Still green, baby?”

“Of course, Sammy.”

“Come on then.” 

Towel around their waists, Sam led Bucky back to the lounge. He sat down on the sofa, splayed his legs, causing his towel to fall to the sides, and turned on the TV. Bucky, sensing he was supposed to be doing something, but not sure what, looked down at him, expectantly, his right hand toying with the edge of his towel.

“Kneel down, Sugar. Get yourself all comfortable and rest your head on my thigh.”

Bucky shuffled forwards, moving down as Sam said, and shifted his head, including damp hair, on Sam’s warm skin. Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s head, a gentle weight to help Bucky relax.

“Colour?”

“Still green, Sam.”

“Okay. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and keep me warm while I watch some TV. Don’t suck. You just gotta keep it all nice and warm, alright? Sound good, baby?”

Bucky met Sam’s gaze and let out a small whine.

“Good boy. In your own time, Buck. You can get me hard first if you want to.”

Sam settled back against the cushions and started to surf through the channels, searching for something mind numbing, and trying to ignore his sweet boyfriend between his legs; a near impossible task.

Bucky’s warm breath fanned against the sensitive skin of Sam’s thighs and balls. His cock stirred in anticipation, coming back to the half chub it had had before their shower. Then, Bucky’s hand moved, coming up to take hold of Sam, firmly but gently. Sam’s eyelids fluttered at the familiar touch and he let out a small sigh. This was going to be… well… hard.

Only a few touches later and Sam was fully erect. Bucky lent further forward and gave him a few kitten licks, trying to cover Sam in saliva to make it easier to get as much as possible in his mouth. Sam tried desperately to pay attention to what Abi Shuto was telling Gibbs about the latest naval officer death, as Bucky swallowed him down and then stilled, head resting on Sam’s inner thigh and the breath from his nose tickling the trimmed patch of hair on Sam’s lower abdomen.

Sam stroked Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through the damp locks that were trying to curl slightly as they dried and relaxed into the feeling of Bucky’s mouth around him. Bucky’s always warm body pressed against him, the sound of the two of them breathing the only thing accompanying the television. He was aware that, gradually, Bucky’s breathing slowed, that he was resting more against Sam’s leg than holding himself up. Bucky’s eyes were shut and some drool was escaping, dampening Sam’s balls, but he couldn’t complain. Bucky might not be asleep, but he was quiet and relaxed. Escaping the demons that plagued him, for at least a short time.

The episode finished and another one played, and Sam finally realised they’d been there about an hour. He moved his hand to Bucky’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the prominent bone, rousing his lover back to reality.

“Hey, Jamie, baby, you good?”

Bucky pulled himself off Sam’s cock, that was back to the half chub stage, and blinked, sleepily. He looked so delicate and sweet, a thousand miles away from the deadly assassin the world thought him to be. Sam took the edge of his towel and wiped at the edges of Bucky’s mouth to remove the bits of drool.

Bucky swallowed heavily.

“Mmm good, Sammy. Sleepy.”

“I know, baby. So good for me. So pretty and sweet.”

Bucky flushed again and Sam felt that familiar thrill ripple through him. He didn’t often get the urge to dom Bucky, but, hell, the man was just so beautiful when he went all submissive; when he allowed himself to be cared for. This was the first time, though, that they’d done something like this, and it felt good. The plan to get Bucky out of his head had worked.

Bucky blinked again, and yawned, looking for all the world like a sleepy kitten, and Sam decided it was probably time for bed.

“Come on, Sugar, let’s get to bed and sleep. If we wake up hungry in a few hours, we’ll sort ourselves out then.

They walked through to the bedroom, hand in hand, discarding their towels to deal with later. Sam helped Bucky into some sleep shorts, grabbed some for himself, steered his sleepy boyfriend into the bed and then climbed in himself.

Bucky cuddled right up to his side, arm thrown over Sam’s waist and holding on tight.

“Love you, Sammy.”

Sam dropped a kiss to the top of his head.

“Love you too, Jamie-baby.”

Now you were happily together seven months later, celebrating your first Christmas together, and your daughter was ecstatic. She wanted to buy gifts for Bucky and his kids. So you took her into the city and she picked out a present for each, and you helped wrap them with her that night.

On Christmas Day, everyone opened their gifts. Then your daughter came out of her room, pulling a cardboard box with the presents she had bought for Bucky and his kids. She handed them to each of them, saying she was happy to have them with her and you for Christmas. Bucky’s children got toys to go with their playsets they had, and with them being younger than your daughter, thought they were the best toys ever. For Bucky, your daughter hesitated to give him the small wrapped box. You gave her an encouraging smile and nodded, telling her silently that it will be okay.

Bucky took the small box from her and gave her his signature kilowatt smile that won you over all those months ago. He opened it gingerly, assuming that the gift could be fragile. And it was. When he removed the last bit of paper and opened the box, he smiled, eyes squinting as he chuckled softly. He was looking at a picture of him and your daughter you had taken two months ago when you all went hiking. He had her lifted above his head, both smiling as the trees behind lost their leaves.

“Do you like it?” she asked softly, her hands pulling at the hem of her sweater. “I love that picture. It was one of the happiest days I ever had.