#grayson barnes

She reluctantly did, her movements like that of a zombie.

“Are the kids alright? Is it Howlie business? Is it Becca?”

Bucky audible took in a deep breath. “Grayson and Owen were at the track after school…”

Oh, no.

Y/N knew exactly where this was going.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky.” Y/N sighed as she closed her eyes and put her face in her palm.

“Grayson was being his typical daredevil self and took a tight turn too fast. Then he hit the gas at the wrong point. He flew off his bike and landed on his shoulder. He broke his collarbone and his left arm.”

He said it all as quickly and as precisely as possible, like he was giving a report. He knew he had to give her the news as if he was ripping off a bandaid.

“Are you at the hospital right now?” She breathed.

“Yeah, he’ll be alright. He’s just a bit shaken, obviously.”

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” Y/N answered and hung up before giving her husband the chance to say anything.

Y/N was practically running into the emergency room.

Then Bucky was calling her name.

She turned to find him quickly walking to her.

As soon as he was within arm’s reach, she was burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her tightly to him.

“Owen and Amelia are sitting with him in a room right now,” he whispered into her hair. 

Y/N nodded. Then Bucky held her hand and led her to the room.

Grayson gave an unsure and reassuring smile to his mother as soon as he saw her.

“You chaotic, little shit,” Y/N pointed at him.

Grayson sunk deeper into the bed, scared of his mother’s wrath.

Amelia and Owen immediately tried to hide their smirks.

“You ever pull a stunt like this again and your ass won’t see any sort of vehicle for the rest of your life.”

Amelia and Owen’s amusement completely disappeared.

Grayson grimaced. “I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to scare you. Honest.”

“In fact, this whole family is taking a break from all bikes as of now,” Y/N added as she addressed the whole room.

The kids eyes all widened and then they looked to their dad.

Bucky rubbed his face, already expecting this reaction from Y/N.

“Don’t look at him as if he’s your savior!” Y/N added.

Bucky held up his hands in surrender, looking like a kicked puppy. 

“Until further notice, no one is riding any bikes. Got it?” Y/N warned.

“Yes, mom.” All three kids replied in unison.

A few minutes later, the doctor came in to talk to Y/N and also explain Grayson’s recovery with her and Bucky. Then he was discharged and they were free to go home.

The car ride home with the whole family was dead quiet. The only thing saving them from the awkwardness was the quiet music playing from the radio.

When they got into the house, Y/N held Grayson back and wrapped him in a tight hug and then kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry, mom.” He said quietly.

And everyone knew he meant it. Grayson was a mama’s boy through and through. He hated upsetting her.

“I know you are, baby.” She told him gently. “It’s been a long day. Why don’t you try to go to bed early, OK? You let us know if you need anything. Even if it’s the middle of the night. If you’re in pain, come get us.”

Grayson nodded and gave her another hug, being cautious of his injuries. “I love you, mom.”

“I love you, too.”

When Bucky and Y/N were alone in their master bedroom, Bucky felt like his wife was a ticking time bomb.

“OK. Why do I feel like I’m the one in trouble?” He finally pointed out as he sat on the foot of their bed and watched her move about the room as she changed into her pajamas.

“I don’t want to be this person, Bucky.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And what person is that?”

“The bad guy. The fun sucker. The Debbie Downer,” she snapped. “I know the other parents in town think I’m a bad mom for letting them run wild with those bikes. I know that! I try to let them be independent and do what they love. But as soon as I ask for a little break, they all look to you to bail them out.”

“Did I disagree with you back there?” Bucky challenged.

“Well, you’re not an idiot. But I know you. And your kids know you. And we all knew you thought I was being ridiculous with my demand.”

“Kids get hurt, doll. If it wasn’t this, it could’ve been anything that has nothing to do with their bikes.” He ran a hand down his beard. “Hell, Steve and I had our fair share of stupid injuries when we were kids.”

“Yeah, exactly! Because you and Becca and Steve fucking raised yourselves! Your mom was working a million jobs and being a single mom. You didn’t have any authority controlling you!”

She was pacing around the room now.

“Doll?” He asked softly.

His tone finally made her stop and look at him.

“Come here. Please?”

She glared at him, knowing her husband was about to use that Bucky Barnes charm.

But she did as he asked and walked up to him, stepping in between his knees.

As if she weighed nothing, Bucky pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him and her knees were resting on the bed.

“You were scared, doll. And you’re still scared.”

She nodded and buried her face in his neck.

Bucky rubbed her back and soothed her.

“It scared the shit out of me, too. Believe me, doll. When Clint called the shop and said he was taking Grayson to the hospital, I about had a heart attack.”

She pulled back to look at him. “How are you so good at hiding it then?”

“The military will do that to a guy. Plus all the shit I’ve seen with the Howlies. I’m just better at hiding it, Y/N.” He took in a deep breath. “The four of you are everything. If anything happened to you guys…” Bucky took another breath and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I can’t even think about it.”

He shook his head. “But I’d be a hypocrite if I took away the thing those kids loved most. I was even more reckless than they were at that age, I’m the leader of a biker club, I own my own shop. I’m the reason it’s become their life.”

“I don’t want to take that away from them either. I just don’t want to get another call…one that’s worst than a broken collarbone and arm,” she told him with a shaky voice.

“I know, doll.” Bucky kissed the corner of her mouth. “We’ll all take a break. And tomorrow I’ll have a serious talk with them about safety and idiot behavior. OK?”

She nodded.

“But if you really want to put a stop to it, I’ll support the decision.”

Y/N gasped. “You would do that?”

Bucky smirked. “I thought you learned by now that I’d do just about anything for you, Y/N.”

Her brow furrowed. “But those motorcycles are your life…”

He scoffed and shook his head. “No, they aren’t. The four of you are my life.”

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He’d sent a text to Y/N earlier, telling her how he’d become more and more irritated from work as the day went on.

She sent her support and promised she’d try to cheer him up when he got home.

Bucky immediately brought the conversation to more risqué suggestions, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

He also knew that a few minutes with his kids and he’d cheer up. Amelia would want to cuddle with him or the twins would show him their new model cars they built with so much enthusiasm that he wouldn’t be able to help but feel better.

When Bucky walked through the door, his shoulders immediately relaxed. He gave most of the credit to Y/N for making their house an oasis of comfort and warmth.

But then he noticed how oddly quiet the house was, which was a rarity with a 5-year-old daughter and 9-year-old, rambunctious twins.

“Doll?” He called out.

Suddenly Amelia came running to him, slamming into his legs with her tiny body.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky chuckled as he lifted her up to hold her.

She was already growing up so fast that he knew carrying her around could end at any moment – more from her not wanting him to than her becoming too big.

“Where is your pretty mama and your crazy brothers, huh?” He asked her after giving her cheek a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders.

“They told me to come get you,” she informed him.

“Oh, yeah? What for?”

Amelia giggled. “It’s a secret,” she whispered.

“A secret? Sounds like trouble.” But now Bucky was getting a little suspicious. “Is this hide and seek? Are you here to help me find them?”

Amelia giggled again and shook her head. “No, silly. Th-They told me to say…ummm…” She was now have trouble battling the short-term memory that came with being 5 years old.

“Told you to say what, babydoll?” He encouraged her softly.

She smiled, not seeming to care that she wasn’t doing a good job of giving him the message. “The backyard,” she laughed.

“I’m supposed to go to the backyard,” Bucky confirmed with a slow nod.

Then he kissed her head. “Alright. Let’s go to the backyard.”

Bucky assumed the twins had Y/N hostage, showing her everything about the new dirt bike he’d brought home for them just a few days ago. While Y/N didn’t know nor care much about the mechanics, like her sons and daughter, she humored them by nodding and oohing and aahing at the right parts.

As soon as they were close to the door that led out to the patio and backyard, Bucky was surprised he couldn’t hear the twins talking Y/N’s ear off. Also the lights were off, making it hard to see anything through the windows of the house.

When Bucky pulled the door open, he was met with the backyard lights turning on and a crowd screaming, “Surprise!”

On instinct alone, he turned his body a bit so Amelia was shielded. But he quickly recovered, steadying his breathing and realizing neither he nor his daughter were in any immediate danger.

The whole week of work, specifically today, had been so hectic and stressful that Bucky kept forgetting his birthday was just around the corner.

Now he was facing what looked to be every person he’d ever met in his life.

All of the Howlies were laughing and cheering at his arrival. Someone had already started up the music again. People were talking amongst themselves now that the surprise had been delivered.

Grayson and Owen came running out of the crowd, Y/N slowly walking behind them with a warm smile.

“Were you surprised, dad?” The twins both asked excitedly.

“Sure was,” he laughed as he mess up both of their hair.

“Did you spoil the surprise, Amelia?” Grayson asked his little sister, who was still in her dads arms. His eyes were filled with suspicion.

She glared and shook her head before nuzzling closer to her father.

“No, she didn’t ruin anything. She could be a spy,” Bucky defended.

Now Y/N had made her way to them.

“You,” he playfully glared at his wife. “Come here.” She laughed and stepped closer, earning a kiss from him. “You plan all this for me, troublemaker?”

She barely pulled away from his lips, “Maybe.”

“Thank you, doll. You didn’t have to do this.”

Y/N shrugged. “I was just a little worried after you told me how bad your day was going. I thought maybe this would be all be too much.”

“Of course not,” he assured her.

He moved her lips to his ear. “I’m sorry about the lights and screaming, I tried to tell them not to do it. But everyone was really committed already,” Y/N muttered to him so no one else could hear, proving that she caught how he’d reacted to the surprise.

He kissed her again. “It’s fine, Y/N.” 

Even after all these years, Bucky was still amazed at how well they could read each other.

Then Y/N grabbed Amelia from his arms. “Now, I’ll take this one, because you got a lot of people who want to wish you a happy birthday.”

As soon as Y/N stepped away and took the kids with her, Bucky was bombarded with people giving him hugs and saying hi.

All of the Howlies were there, along with their partners and kids. He spotted his mom and sister talking to Y/N’s family. Some of Y/N’s friends who had become Bucky’s friends were there too. It was like their usual Howlie gatherings – but magnified and with all the attention on Bucky.

He could’ve gone without the attention, but he enjoyed having all the important people in his life all in one place.

An hour later, he found Steve running the grill.

“Alright, punk, I know you were responsible for this too,” Bucky growled.

They’d just seen each other at the garage a few hours ago.

“I may have helped a bit,” Steve confessed through a mischievous smile.

“How’d you all keep it a secret? Especially, Sam – that idiot can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“I fucking heard that!” Sam shouted from over Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky laughed and gave Sam an unapologetic shrug.

“That wife of yours did most of the work. I felt like I was back in the military with the way she had everything organized and dished out jobs to all of us.”

Bucky laughed at that, picturing Y/N giving out orders to his biker gang.

Hours later, Y/N had put the kids to bed and the adults really got down to celebrating. 

She was starting to get worried with the amount of shots and drinks people were thrusting onto Bucky. The man could hold his alcohol, but he was still just a human.

“I’m going to end up carrying that man to bed, aren’t I?” Y/N asked Sam and Nat as they sat around a fire.

The three of them drew their attention to Thor and Clint who were shoving another shot onto Bucky.

“Make him find his own way to the couch,” Sam chuckled.

“This is why you’d make a bad boyfriend,” Nat smirked.

“What?” Sam yelled. “I’m a great boyfriend!”

“Yeah?” Nat asked. “Where’s your girlfriend now? Oh, yeah, you don’t have one…”

Lo and behold, Y/N did have to practically drag her drunk husband to their bedroom.

Some of the Howlies who were more sober offered to stay back and help clean up. Even when Y/N turned them down, they ignored her and started getting to work. She wouldn’t be surprised if she came downstairs tomorrow morning to find her house cleaner than it was before the party.

Bucky’s arm was around Y/N’s shoulder as she navigated him through their home.

“You’re the best wife anyone in the world could ever have,” Bucky slurred to her.

Y/N laughed, “I am?”

“Of course.”

“OK. Well, your wife needs some help on your end to get you up these stairs.”

And to his credit, he made it up them without requiring much of Y/N’s help.

When they got to his bedroom, he flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Y/N started unlacing his foots and taking off his jeans.

“Shirt to bed or no shirt?” She asked him.

“No shirt!”

She smiled at him. “Shorts or sleeping in just your briefs?”

“Briefs!”

Y/N nodded.

“Well, I was planning on ending the night with more fun. But I don’t think you’re exactly in the right state for that…” She teased him.

Bucky chuckled. “Probably for the best.”

He was currently fighting the spins. So, as much as he wanted to have sex with his beautiful and sexy wife, it probably wouldn’t end well for him.

Y/N went to take off her makeup, wash her face, and brush her teeth.

She found one of Bucky’s old t-shirts and threw it on, forgoing any type of short or pants.

“Come here, doll.” Bucky demanded, sounding far more sober than he should. 

“Are you gonna behave?” Y/N asked him as she pointed a finger at him.

“Yes, ma’am. I just want cuddles.” Then he smiled like a goof. “It’s my birthday, so I get what I want.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head at him, but did as he requested and climbed into bed with him. Bucky instantly pulled her on top of his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you for tonight,” he sighed and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice proving that he was just moments away from passing out.

“Love you too, Buck.”

And barely 30 seconds later, Y/N’s ears were filled with Bucky’s drunken snores.

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