#human fic

June

You’re not full to burst, but it’s obvious now. Georgie’s growing. He’s healthy and strong and active. He keeps you up, but you don’t mind. Being with him in the quiet of dark mornings is better than struggling through nightmares.

You don’t have many anymore, but they still come. You’re surrounded on all sides and outnumbered - but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your boys are the world to you.

Sarge is too big to sleep in the bed now, but that’s okay. As long as you keep the bedroom door open, he sleeps soundly on the couch, stretching out his incredibly long legs and huge torso. With the door open, he feels comfortable coming in whenever you stir. He licks your hand to remind you he’s there for you, then he puts his face against your growing belly and sniffs like he’s communicating with Georgie.

Despite having a rather large Queen bed, Bucky insists on sleeping right up against you. Even with the body pillow meant to support your belly, he’s got a leg wrapped around yours at all times. He’s been like this since March, and you don’t have the heart (or really, the want) to deny him. Even when you’re back hurts and you’re sweating and just need some space, you can’t not be touching him.

You feel Georgie kick and pull Bucky’s hand to the spot. You know he’s asleep, but he wakes easily. He doesn’t mind. He’s told you he doesn’t want to miss any of it; if you’re awake and can tell him something’s happening, you do it.

Georgie’s kicks double with Bucky’s warm hand on you. You bite your lip so your chuckles don’t make too much noise. It’s still a dark, quiet morning, and it feels wrong to fill it with full volume voices.

“He loves you,” you whisper just as Bucky’s eyes open. “He’s gonna be a daddy’s boy. I can feel it.” You reach for Bucky’s hand and squeeze your fingers between his. Georgie kicks again.

“After all the time I’ve been waiting for him? He better,” Bucky mumbles, sleep still lining his words.

You laugh. Bucky’s been making a lot of old man jokes lately, especially when it comes to the fact that he’s technically over a hundred and just now having a baby. But you know he only feels old because of what he’s been through, not because of the time he’s spent alive. You reply the same way, if in different words.

“He knows. I think he knows it all already.”

You know one day you’ll have to sit down and explain to Georgie who the Winter Soldier was. You know he won’t come out of your womb with that knowledge already programmed in his brain. You know it’ll break his heart, and it’ll break Bucky’s to have to tell him… But it’s not like you won’t have your own trauma to share. You’ll have to explain, eventually, that you helped maintain the Soldier. Most importantly, you’ll explain that neither of you had a choice in the matter, and that the right to choose would always be something Georgie would have.

Still, it warms your heart and eases Bucky’s insecurities about fatherhood to think that Georgie already knows. Like, if he knows all of it and still loves Bucky that much, there’s nothing for Bucky to worry about. If someone pure and untouched by HYDRA could not only be made by him, but could show that kind of unconditional love for him, then he’s had to have done something right along the way.

Honestly, you feel the same way. If you can make something as perfect as George is and, after everything you’d already been through with him, still have him? You’d call that a success.

July

There are no more threats. Of course, the Avengers still find work, and intergalactic threats might loom, but there’s nothing coming for you anymore. You and Bucky move into a house - a real house, not a large one, but it’s still your home - with all the security Tony Stark could afford.

You often wonder why Tony cares so much. You know about Bucky and Howard and Maria. You know how hard that was for Tony to live with, knowing Steve, his friend, had known without saying anything. You know it took too long for Tony to deal with the knowledge, how long it took for Tony to trust Bucky enough to let him train with the team. How much longer it took before Bucky was an Avenger himself. You know things are sometimes still tense between them.

But when you ask Tony, in the rare quiet moment you get alone with him while Bucky and Steve are getting dinner for the team, he sighs and stares at the floor around you. His brows raise after a minute, crinkling his forehead and showing, for just a second, his age.

“Therapy, really,” he mumbles. “I learned how to look at people complexly. I didn’t ever do that before...before Pepper, i guess. But after the Accords… I realized that I wasn’t seeing Bucky, you know? Just the Soldier. Just what HYDRA wanted me to see.”

You rub your belly gently, listening intently. Tony doesn’t owe you this explanation. Not all of it. But you’re glad that he’s giving it.

“When I tore that arm off him, I saw something in his eyes… I dunno.”

You know what he’s saying. You sit a little straighter - as much as you can, with your stomach heavier and rounder than ever before. “Something...human?” you ask.

His eyes lift to yours and he stares, then nods slowly. “Yeah. Human. Like, I wasn’t looking at an assassin. And I took that to therapy with me. I kept thinking, That isn’t the thing that killed my mom. I know he was, but… But really, it was HYDRA.” He looks around you in silence then, like he’s not sure what else to say. But he’s Tony Stark. He always has something. “I went and re-read about the shit Nazis did in their hospitals during the War. I remembered things Steve told me about finding Bucky and…”

Georgie kicks, and quickly, without even thinking about it, you bring Tony’s hand to the spot so he can feel, too. You’re so used to doing it with Bucky that it doesn’t even feel weird with anyone else. Tony freezes, watching your belly shift below your thin shirt.

“Oh that’s so weird,” he says.

You laugh, because really, a baby kicking is not the weirdest thing Tony has ever seen. Tony keeps his hand where you’ve placed it as Georgie continues like he’s playing soccer from the womb, and you watch as the stress and lines fade from his face.

“My job with them was to keep him pliable. I wasn’t supposed to be showing him bits of his past. I was just supposed to...entertain him, I guess. Maybe, to some extent, they thought he’d develop feelings for me, then they could use me against him however they liked. I didn’t know any better. I knew what they were making him do - I had his file, I knew everything. But whenever they were done with him for the day, when they locked him up and sent me to do my job, I’d see those eyes. Human eyes.”

You get choked up, and you don’t know if it’s because of what you’re saying or hormones, but it doesn’t matter. Tony has his eyes focused on you again. Human eyes. Eyes not so different from yours or Bucky’s or Steve’s or anyone else’s - except for maybe Vision, for the simple fact that he isn’t human.

But you go on. “So whenever I could, I brought him pictures. He never really spoke to me - maybe he wasn’t allowed to, I don’t know that much. But every so often, I’d see a little hint that he might remember his mother or sister. I came in one night while he was asleep - I was supposed to wake him up, but I heard him muttering numbers. Sixteen of them. I wrote them down and realized they were his and his father’s service numbers.”

Georgie kicks, softer now, as if trying to make sure you’re okay. You nod and bite your lip.

“You think he remembered?” Tony whispers, like there’s anyone else in the room.

You shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not. I think they were both in the file. Even if he wasn’t recalling information from decades before, he knew there was a reason I was showing him the pieces of a person he didn’t recognize anymore. I don’t know if I was helping or hurting him, but he’s said that what I did for him made him realize HYDRA was lying to him about his identity.”

“He did say he’d gotten out because of you,” Tony says. “A million times. Everytime I questioned why you were here, actually.”

You don’t even flinch. You came straight from the same organization that had killed Tony’s parents. Of course he didn’t want to trust you at first.

“That’s why he spent months disappearing all over Europe for you, isn’t it? To get you out?”

Georgie kicks again as you nod. “After Triskelion, I was sent on a team to track him down and bring him back but I knew I wasn’t going to. I led them in the wrong directions for months, but then he found us. I got him out instead of bringing him in. I made the decision to run before I’d even known it, and all because I finally got to see who he really was. Mostly.”

Tony pauses, examining you closely. After a minute, he pulls his hand back and tells you, “You got guts, kid. Big ones. And if you and Cyborg aren’t the ones to take out HYDRA yourselves, that one will be.” He points to your belly just as dinner arrives.

August

After everything your body’s been through, your OBGYN suggests a cesarean. Maybe it’s not any less stress on your body, but it doesn’t involve pushing. Surgery. In and out, with Bucky right next to you the whole time. You’re dazed and hazy through the procedure, but you know when George is delivered by the scream he lets out the second he breathes oxygen on his own for the first time. It’s a purely blissful sound to your ears.

You barely remember seeing him for the first time. You’re so tired, ready for a nap and your dog. You get the former once the doctor says George is healthy.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam finished painting the nursery in your new home a week before George was born, so when you get home, it’s ready for him. The walls are a pale yellow, like the center of fresh baked rolls. You can see Steve’s touches all around; little Pooh Bears and Pigglets, Tiggers and Eeyores, Kangas and Roos are painted on each wall. The crib and rocker Bucky built are white to match the trim around the walls and the dresser and changing table. There’s even a large dog bed with a Winnie the Pooh cover on it by one wall for Sarge, which you’re slightly skeptical about, but you’re willing to give it a try.

You haven’t had a minute to get a good look at the nursery until now, but the second you step inside, you’re already crying. Bucky comes in with George in his arms, cooing nonsense at him softly. It only makes you cry harder. You grip the edge of the crib to steady yourself because everything is overwhelming and beautiful and you just can’t believe it’s all yours.

Bucky lays George down in the crib gently, lifting the side and locking it before he turns to you. “Babydoll,” he says, his voice quiet and concerned. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “Nothing at all,” you say, sobbing as he wraps his arms around you. Arms that just held your baby, arms that, just a few months ago, he was scared would frighten the baby.

George is only a few days old, but you already know his favorite place in the world is right up against his daddy’s chest, one warm and one cold arm holding him. You’d be jealous if you didn’t think Bucky absolutely deserved the attention.

“Everything is perfect, Buck. Except,” you say as you stare at an almost entirely blank section of the wall. There’s no furniture in the corner between Sarge’s bed and George’s closet.

“Except?” Bucyk asks. He leans back and wipes tears from your cheeks, looking at you with eyes that match George’s.

Human eyes. Barnes eyes. Eyes you’ve loved and believed in for years now; eyes that will always remind you of the strength your family is built on.

“He needs a bookcase,” you whisper, nodding to the empty corner.

Bucky turns to see the space, never removing his hands from your back. He nods too, letting out a little breathy chuckle. “So he does. I’ll get on it tomorrow.”

It’s almost a year later before you and Bucky get a week alone. Neither of you mind; your life as parents, as a married couple with a baby is enough to distract and fulfill you during that time.

Georgie is the light of both your lives.  He’s one of the happiest babies you’ve ever seen. Bucky says he gets it from you, but you’re not entirely convinced. You think he simply has amazing parents who love him unconditionally. He’s got a daddy who would pull the sun out of the sky for him and a mommy who’d move the stars if he asked. And an entire team of superheroes that would easily kick the ass of anyone who dared lay a malevolent hand anywhere near him.

And it’s that team - specifically Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Steve - who suggest Bucky and you take a week off and go on a belated honeymoon. Sam and Steve have come around often enough to know the basics of childcare - Steve’s Georgie’s godfather, after all, and Sam’s been sent over by his wife, Adrienne, to learn for their own future. And Natasha’s been a part of Clint’s children’s lives since they were born. Plus, they all agree to take the week off as well, leaving the world-saving to Tony, Bruce, Thor, Rhodey, Wanda, and new recruits who might be ready for battle.

So you and Bucky feel comfortable taking the time away from the baby. Mostly. Everyone leaving for the week boards a quinjet together, flies out to Clint’s off-the-grid home, and settles in. Georgie clings to Steve, especially as you and Bucky say goodbye, and cries rather quietly for a one-year-old. The last thing you see is Laura wiping Georgie’s cheeks and cooing to distract him.

You’re a little on edge as you, Bucky, Rhodey, and Tony board the quinjet again. Tony makes a few casual, if guarded, quips about lovebirds and alone time as he takes off. You and Bucky both ignore him, knowing the flight will take a while. Thankfully, Rhodey steps in and tells his friend to shut up and fly.

You’re not surprised that Tony Stark owns his own island in the Caribbean. You’re a little surprised that it’s called Carter Island, but once Tony and Rhodey take off for Manhattan again, Bucky tells you what he knows about Steve’s girl from the 40’s - that she was kind of a badass, that she was the one that went against orders and convinced Tony’s dad to fly Steve out to the base where Bucky and the Commandos had been held, essentially that she was at least part of the reason Bucky was even still alive.

You haven’t been on the island more than a few hours before you decide it’s one of your favorite places in the world. It’s beautiful - the weather is warm and the water is clear and the Stark staff is all accommodating and casual - but more than that, it’s named after Peggy Carter.

Other than the staff, you and Bucky are the only ones on the island. There are a series of cabins in the center of the landmass, all fully furnished and technologically advanced, like Tony’s been planning a team getaway or something. You and Bucky take the one that faces West, because you know you’ll only be able to sleep in for a week and the last thing you want is the sun waking you up every morning prematurely.

You sleep for thirteen hours. You both passed out before dinnertime the first night on the island, exhausted from jetlag, parenting, and seeing what you could of Carter Island before you settled in. And when you wake up, the sun is so bright that it fills the room even though it’s still leaning toward the East.

As he usually is, Bucky’s laying on his stomach with his Vibranium arm strung across your midsection. He’s snoring lightly, his breath falling on your shoulder in even bursts. He’s hardly ever this peaceful, so you drink in the quiet serenity of the cabin, of your sleeping husband and whatever dreams he’s having. They have to be dreams - he’s not fitful at all, and you might even classify the turned-up corner of his mouth as a small smile if you’re being particular.

For just a minute, you wonder why Georgie hasn’t woken you up yet. But then you remember that he’s not here, and you sigh a little sadly. You’re on your honeymoon - quite possibly the only vacation you’ll get with Bucky alone for the next eighteen years - and Georgie is in the best hands you can think of. You shouldn’t miss him that much. Not yet.

Still, you turn over and check your phone. Of course the island has perfect cell reception, regardless of carrier. Of course. You unlock the device and see you have a handful of texts. Your heart skips once, but when you open the messages, you relax. They’re all pictures.

Georgie with Nathaniel, playing with toy animals. Georgie with Laura and Nat, coloring at the kitchen table while Clint and Sam are cooking behind them. Adrienne, who’s bigger than you were when you’d been as far along as she is because she’s having twins, is sitting on the couch with Georgie and Sam standing next to her, all doing what looks like the left-leg-in motion of the Hokey Pokey. And your favorite - what you think will definitely be Bucky’s favorite when he wakes up - is a short video of Steve cradling a sleepy-but-fighting-it Georgie, bouncing gently from his knees as he sings the Winnie the Pooh theme song. It all brings tears to your eyes, but that video makes them fall and forces an excited little sob from your throat.

“What’s wrong babydoll?” you hear a groggy voice call. Bucky’s metal fingers flex on your side, and you shift around to show him everything. When you get to the video, he’s in the same situation - tears falling from his gorgeous eyes, his cheeks huge and pink, his smile wider than you’ve ever seen it. “How’d we end up with such a perfect little boy?” he asks.

You put the phone down on the bed and place your palms on the sides of his face. Without answering, you lean in and kiss the trails his tears have left. His arms - both of them now - wrap all the way around you, and your overwhelmed with the feelings of security, safety, and adoration. All the things you’ve associated with Bucky for what feels like so long that you can’t really remember a time when you didn’t feel them.

You lift your lips from his skin, but Bucky doesn’t let you go and you don’t want him to. You’re almost completely fine spending this first full day on vacation in bed, just soaking in the comfort and love and protection Bucky’s giving you.

“We made him, Buck,” you whisper, watching his eyes, because they’ve always been the tether between your humanity and his. “That perfect little boy came from you and me.”

His sigh is shaky and his eyes are watery again. You push your fingers through his hair, gently brushing out any knots from his pillow, and feel him shiver. His eyes close as he kisses you, and yours follow.

You don’t know if you ever really believed in soulmates, but you can’t help but feel that you and Bucky were meant to find one another. After everything - after HYDRA and helping one another escape, after traversing Europe and falling for one another and healing and growing together, after doing the family thing all backwards and not caring in the least about it - how could you not believe that some higher power in the universe had been pushing you together from the start? How could Georgie be anything other than proof of that push?

When Bucky pulls away, he only goes far enough to trace your jaw with more kisses. He goes along one side, comes back around, then finishes in the center at your chin, all before settling back on the pillow with a loud, content sigh. “I love you so much,” he says, his eyes slowly opening on your face again.

Your left hand on his right cheek presses in so he can feel the metal band of your wedding ring. You’re so full of joy and love, and you only just woke up. “I’d say I love you more, but I’m pretty sure that’d just end in a fight,” you joke.

“You’re damn right ‘bout that,” he says, chuckling and smiling so wide that his eyes crinkle.

Breakfast is easy and quiet, and then you spend most of the snorkeling. You briefly think you must’ve learned to swim in your past life, the one you still can’t remember, because it comes as naturally to you as breathing. You love the feel of the water on your skin, cooling the sun’s rays as you search for sea creatures.

Around dinner time, you FaceTime with Steve for a bit. Georgie grips the phone in his tiny hands as she sits in Steve’s lap and gurgles at you, mostly. He laughs and calls for Bucky, clapping whenever Bucky asks him how someone else in the Barton household is doing. You both tell him again and again how much you love and miss him, and just before Steve hangs up, you see Georgie slump back against his chest comfortably, a lot like how you slump against Bucky at the end of a long day.

For the first time in what feels like a long time, you and Bucky make slow, intimate, careful love to one another that night. You don’t have to rush - there’s no baby that’ll wake you up before the sun comes up, no missions to think about, no exhaustion left on your body. Just love and tenderness.

The week passes by in soft and heated kisses, gentle and bruising-passionate touches, fun indoors and out, sun and moon. For the first time...ever, you and Bucky are allowed to be together with no interruptions, no stress or worries. You don’t want the feeling to go away, but you know it has to.

You miss Georgie. As much as you love having Bucky to yourself, you miss your little happy boy. You both do, so as the week comes to a close and you pack your bags to go home, you and Bucky share an excited surge of energy. It’s odd to think, you consider, but you’re excited to go home, to be back in your normal routine and life with your boys and Sarge.

“Babydoll,” Bucky says as he shuts his suitcase. You look up from yours when he wraps his arms around you from behind, trailing kisses from your neck to your shoulder. “Next time we come here, Georgie’s coming with us. He’d love the beach.”

You nod with a sigh. “Sounds perfect.”

3 YEARS LATER

Georgie plays on the floor of the compound’s living room while you wait. You’re nervous, but just enough to make your leg jump in an annoying rhythm. You need Bucky to come back, but that’s not even what you’re nervous about. Any minute now, he’ll walk through the door and Georgie will run to him and you’ll follow with Sarge at your side and then…

You can’t tell him here, with everyone around. But you want to, because the thought of waiting even more until you get home only makes you more nervous.

“FRIDAY?” you ask, watching as Georgie pushes his toy car around the floor, making wet noises meant to mimic an engine.

“Yes, Mrs. Barnes?”

“How far?” You bite your lip.

“Only a few minutes now,” she responds. “They’re about to dock.”

You breathe heavily and shut your eyes.

“Daddy’s home?” Georgie asks. His car’s stopped, which you can only tell by the lack of plastic wheel sounds. You feel when he comes over to you and puts his hands on your knees.

You nod and look at him with a smile. “Yeah buddy, Daddy’s home. Soon.” You push his dark hair away from his face and wonder, yet again, how he looks so much like Bucky. If your husband looked a few years younger than he did, people might actually think he and George were brothers. “Remember what we talked about?”

He nods. “We gotta secret, but we can’t tell ‘til we get home.”

You nod, too, knowing that this is the best way. “You’re such a good listener,” you tell him, then you lean forward and kiss his forehead.

He goes back to playing for a few minutes, and you go back to bouncing your legs. Before too long, thankfully, the elevator sounds, and you sigh loudly. You wonder briefly why FRIDAY didn’t warn you that they were home, finally, but you don’t think too hard about it.

Georgie rushes to the elevator and gets scooped into Steve’s arms with a loud laugh. You make your way over with a smile and shake your head as Georgie says, “Uncle Steve, you’re stinky!”

“Always am, bud,” he says with a chuckle. “Looks like you kept Sarge and momma safe. Good job!” They high five before Steve hands Georgie off to Bucky.

Immediately, your heart skips when you see George’s hands go to Bucky’s face. “Daddy, mommy and me have a secret!”

Bucky doesn’t respond at first. He looks at you, then back to Georgie and asks, “Oh yeah? What is it?”

Sarge pads over and sniffs Bucky’s boots before Georgie answers, “Gotta wait ‘til we get home!”

You breathe in relief, even though you’d only gone over the plan a few minutes ago. Bucky looks back at you and pets Sarge between his pointed ears.

“Am I gonna like this surprise?” he asks, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Hope so,” you say, moving right up to his side. You share a quick kiss before smiling at one another, and then as a group, you say goodbye to the rest of the team and head home. Sarge takes up most of the back seat of the car, though he’s bent awkwardly to make room for Georgie’s car seat. You and Bucky hold hands the entire drive home.

When everything settles for the night, you and Bucky cuddle up on the couch while Georgie and Sarge play together.

“So what’s all this about a secret?” Bucky asks, running his fingers along your shoulder.

You bite your lip quickly, knowing now is the time. “So the other day, I had my physical while Georgie was at school.” You pause for dramatic effect, but Bucky’s face goes into worry the longer you make him wait. You smile and say, “I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.”

There are obvious ways to tell him that come to mind, but they don’t feel right. You decide to grip his metal hand, the one that’s around your shoulders, and bring it in front of you. You position his palm against your belly and lace your fingers between his.

Nothing happens at first. You don’t blame him - he’s probably exhausted from the mission, and nothing moves within, so there isn’t much for him to go off of except the smile on your face and your hand holding his to you. But after a few seconds, he catches on.

“R-really?” he asks, like he can’t believe what you’re trying to tell him.

You nod. “Really.”

In a flash, Bucky throws himself over you, pressing your back into the seat cushions. He kisses you, slow and deep, and you laugh through it at his enthusiasm.

You have to break away sooner than you expect, when Georgie comes over and asks, “Mommy, are you okay?!”

Bucky laughs with you as you nod and turn your attention to your son.

“Yes, buddy, thanks for checking up on me,” you tell him. “I was just telling Daddy the secret.”

“Can I know now?” Georgie asks, his eyes widening as he looks at you and Bucky, his whole head swiveling.

You laugh again as Bucky sits up. He pulls Georgie into his lap, and you reposition yourself next to them again.

“Buddy, Mommy’s gonna have a baby,” Bucky says with so much joy and elation in his tone that you can’t help but beam too. “You’re gonna be a big brother!”

Georgie looks at you, and when you nod, his little face turns into the happiest expression you think you’ve ever seen. He tries to stand up, but falters. Bucky catches him, but he still manages to fall against you and wrap his tiny arms around your neck. You hold onto him like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever had - which he is, though soon enough he’ll be one of the most precious things you’ve ever had.

“When?” he asks as he sits in your lap.

You and Bucky exchange a curious glance, then laugh once again. You kiss Georgie’s forehead, and when you’re calm enough, you tell him, “Not for a few months, buddy. But soon enough.”

He frowns a little at first, but apparently decides he can wait. “That’s okay,” he tells you. “I have Sarge until then. I hope you have a baby girl, mommy.”

At the sound of his name, Sarge comes and sits on his haunches, staring at the three of you expectantly. Bucky pets him while you tilt your head at Georgie.

“Why do you want a girl, buddy?” you ask, simply curious of what’s going through his head.

Georgie shrugs. “Me and Daddy and Sarge are all boys. You should get a girl,” he says like it’s the most sensible thing he’s ever thought.

And maybe it is. You melt at his words, smile at him, and hold him tight to you again. “That’s so nice of you, buddy. I’m kind of hoping for a girl, too.”

“You are?” Bucky asks. He’s got on the same curious glance Georgie gave you a bit ago, and when you nod, he shrugs. “I can get used to the idea.”

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The only things they let me keep are the money and my file. Everything else - my clothes, any electronics or weapons I’d managed to keep - was thrown out, burned, and forgotten about. And at this point, I was were more than willing to get rid of it all - except for the file.

Files. This all started with files. Bucky’s file appealed to my better half. The mission files made it easy for me to plan ahead and avoid running into him when all they wanted was for me to bring him back. The memory of his file was what made me run with him - and then leave him. And my file was what brought him back to me.

I’m scared HYDRA knows. I’m scared that they’ll find me, that they’ll find him. I’m the key and I know it. My brain feels like mush in my head and I can’t figure out who I am. And if I’m the key and I’m vulnerable…

Bucky says to stop thinking about them. They’re in the past. He got out, he’s better, he can fight for himself and for me if he has to… I don’t want him to have to. He says the Avengers will help. Eventually. I don’t think they will, nor do I think they should. I’ve done nothing for them but give them intel, and barely any at that. If they know too much, they’re vulnerable, too.

I’m taking a breath. The best place to start this is to say that Steve gave me this notebook. He said to call him Steve, and even managed to smile at me. He’s the only one besides Bucky that shows me kindness. I don’t blame the rest of them, but figuring out who I am might be easier if I don’t have to worry about being locked up if I say the wrong thing.

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It was Steve’s idea to have a St. Patrick’s Day wedding. My dress was done, so we did it. Bucky and I are married now - I can’t even stop smiling about it. Sarge walked me down the aisle, although I guess I walked him, but that’s not the point. He had to be a part of the ceremony. He’s our first child, after all.

And our second, George Joseph Barnes, is due in August. We decided to go with Bucky’s dad and Steve’s dad’s names, but I’m looking forward to calling him Georgie. I’m so excited to meet him, to hold his hands and look at him, not as Bean, but as a human being. A part of me and a part of Bucky all wrapped into one little body, one little person.

I never close these passages like this but: For now, I have to go sleep next to my husband. My soulmate. My Bucky.

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Thanksgiving with the Avengers family is a whole event. Everyone’s partners are around, all the kids are around, even Sarge was allowed this year. He was big and loud and obnoxious, but Tony seems to love him. A lot. Definitely more than he likes me and Bucky.

Today Bucky and I are taking it easy. I don’t even plan on getting out of pajamas. Sarge certainly has no intentions of getting off the couch today.

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