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"What the fuck did you give her, Steve?" The blonde had the decency to blush at Bucky's anger, trying to focus his eyes on their girl on the playground.

Yes, the playground. Yes, with the multitude of children with their parents. Y/N had lost all sense of responsibility on her date out with her boys, and with Bucky gone out to find a nearby bathroom, she fiddled her way into having Steve let her get whatever she wanted.

He was a dead man as soon as Bucky left and Y/N took advantage of every bit of his weakness.

"I thought sugar rush was a placebo?" Steve protested weakly, scratching his beard. The brunette ran his hands through his short, fluffy hair roughly, trying his hardest to not pull it out by the roots in frustration. Y/N was conversing with some of the kids, handing them cookies and dragging them to the climbing wall. By her normal self she was difficult to control, with her petulant, child-like behavior and stubborness (both in bed and out), but sugar-high Y/N was a different species. Completely and wholly, her energy after consuming four cups of coffee and the container of sugar (”Really, Steve? That’s not even healthy, how’d she trick you into that?”) radiated through the air like an electric shock, spreading her infectious laughter and buoyancy to everyone who met her. “And it’s not like she’s doing anything that bad, babe, it’s just some cookies she’d handing out to the kids. You see, she’s being kind, not nearly as bad as last time.”

“If you’re comparing this to the last time she got this much sugar in her, you’re setting the bar really fucking low, Stevie,” Bucky nearly growled. He watched and Y/N ran around some more, grimacing when she fell face first into the sand box. “You’ve gotta fix this now, Steve, she’s gonna piss off all the parents and neither of us know how to talk to other adults.”

With a exasperated sigh, he took in what he facing and waltzed over to his girlfriend who was brushing sand off her tongue. She didn’t notice that he was behind her until it was too late, her comical attempts at scrambling away from him completely useless.

“Okay, sweetness, time to go now, show’s all over, honey.” Steve slapped Y/N’s ass and without leaving room for her to protest, he lifted her whole body over his left shoulder, leaving her squealing in anger. Such a scary sight.

“No, I was having fun, Buck never lets me have fun.” She whined into his back. “And Stevie, your shoulder is impaling my fucking stomach. Damn you and your fucking workouts, I hate your muscles.” She continued to groan and moan about being dragged out of the park, waving goodbye every so often when a little kid called her name. She really did fit right in with them.

Bucky trailed behind his two dumbasses with a faint grin. Both of them were in for a big fucking ass-whooping when they got home, but he’d let them enjoy the fun for now.

“You love his muscles, babydoll, both of us do.” He caught up to them in a slow jog. Steve turned his head to meet Bucky’s eye, leaning in for a small peck on the lips. It would’ve turned into something more and they both wanted it to, but then there was Y/N, pounding on Steve’s back with one fist and pinching his ass with the other. 

“If you’re gonna fuckin’ make out, as least let your girlfriend in on it too. Greedy ass hoes.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep. Your muscles screamed in pain with every word you wrote in your full notebook, eyes threatening to shut with every passing moment. Yawns passed through your lips one after the other, and both you and Bucky took notice at your tiredness. The only reason you weren’t in bed sleeping on his chest at the moment was the fact that your body also wouldn’t let you. You promised Sam that you would take notes on the last UN meeting because he missed it, but you zoned out so bad that you had to get the recording to mark everything down efficiently. Your mind raced awake with worry and stress and there was no possibility of moving out of the chair anytime soon. No freaking way.

“Dolly?” Bucky whispered from the end behind you. The only thing he got in response was a low hum. “You coming to bed soon? It’s almost one in the mornin’, darling, you’d do better with some rest.”

Your head nearly hit the desk with how low it hung to the surface and you swiveled around in the leather chair to meet your boyfriend’s puppy dog gaze. You nearly groaned out loud with the sight you were met with. Bucky’s chest was bare, muscular and warm and probably feeling like a damn pillow, and suddenly Sam’s request wasn’t so important anymore....

You hit the arm of the chair, grunting in annoyance when you snapped yourself out of it. You promised Sam. “Sorry, Buck, I need to finish this, there’s still another hour left of the recording and we haven’t even gotten to the panel yet.”

The turn around in your seat made you completely miss Bucky’s quick movements, and before you knew it, he was grabbing you and tossing you on the bed. Before a protest could reach your tongue, he threw a pillow at you, further pressing you down into the matress and- oh, it did feel really nice on your sore back. “No, no, no, you have been at this since dinner finished up, and you only got back from Tanzania this morning. You’re going to rest, if only for a few minutes.”

Bucky stood over you with his arms crossed over his chest, the metal one gleaming in the dim lamplight. There was zero use in arguing with the brickhouse of a man. With a passing sigh, you leaned up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing him onto the bed with you under his weight. A gentle breath slowly left your lips, and you realized just how nice it felt to have his body pressing down on yours for the first time in a very long week.

“Fine, but only for a few minutes.” You grumbled against his throat.

Bucky hummed against your hair, pressing a soft kiss to it as he watched your eyes flutter shut into a blissful sleep. “Of course, darling, only a few minutes.”

He’d end up finishing the notes for you anyway.

“Doll, are you cold? Take my jacket, you’re just shivering.” Bucky fretted about your health and happiness on the seat to the right of yours. He was sat in the middle of you on the commercial flight to Kyoto, right next to an old lady who hadn’t moved in the thirty minutes you waited for the plane to take off. Maybe she was dead.

Oh shit, that just made that dreadful feeling in your gut even worse.

You shrugged off Bucky’s leather jacket from where he tried to place it over your shoulders and attempted to still your shaking hands. It probably would have been a good idea to tell Bucky about your fear of flying earlier, but wouldn’t that just be inconsiderate to his experiences? Your boyfriend had fought in fucking World War II and lived more than one hundred years, not to mention the fact that he was an Avenger. And you? You worked as a preschool teacher with a backstory of a stable income and sheltered childhood. It was laughable how different the two of you were.

Still, it as near impossible to stop your racing heart that was threatening to leap out of your chest, and blood roared in your ears with the scent of that airplane air invading your nostrils. You hadn’t been on a plane in, what, ten years? Maybe even more, but you had steeled your nerves weeks beforehand when Bucky told you he’d scored tickets out to Japan, somewhere you’d always wanted to go. Interesting how having to actually be on the plane slipped your mind, and you scolded yourself internally for your lack of preparation, because now you were next to your supersoldier boyfriend who was wondering why the hell you look like you were going to pass out.

The plane jerked. You screamed.

There were no sounds for what seemed like minutes and your view was just a block of white fuzziness. You didn’t hear Bucky’s callings or the flight attendant asking you if you were okay, nor did you feel his hands resting on your forearms. All you knew in your mind was that you were in danger, and hot tears began to spill down your cheeks with your silent whimpers. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, not that you cared in the moment anyways, but by the time your vision came around, the whole plane seemed to have its eyes on you and you wanted to scream. Bucky saw the imminent fear in your eyes, how you cowered in your seat and how your chest rapidly heaved. He glared at everyone over your seats, his icy cold stare immediately finding everyone else minding their own business. 

When he was satisfied with what he saw, he pulled your head into his chest, resting his lips on your hairline. “What happened there, bub, are you okay?”

You sniffled into his shirt, trying to not let your tears stain the thin material. “I feel like a piece of shit,” you whispered, “I’m scared of traveling, it’s so fucking dumb. I always feel like the apartment’s gonna get robbed, or I’m gonna die outta state, or the plane’ll crash and we’ll all have to live Lord of the Flies style.” 

Bucky laughed at your joke, kissing your head with a grin. Yeah, you had gotten James Barnes to read Lord of the Flies. Call him whipped, but he’d drop anything and everything for you.

“That’s not dumb at all, doll, I just wish you would’ve told me before. I don’t wanna go if it doesn’t make you feel good.”

“No, no, I wanna go to Japan, it’s just,” you struggled to come up with words, “I hate the journey, but love the destination. Pretty much the opposite of that old proverb.”

He chuckled along with you, and your heart felt a little lighter when you smiled. “Gotta agree with you, sometimes the journey fucking sucks ass. But really, we don’t have to go if you’re feeling anxious, doll, I just wanna be wherever you’re happy and safe.”

“I wanna go,” he eyes you wearily, “I promise. Just- could you call Wanda to check up the apartment every few days?”

“Of course, bub, whatever you want.” He kissed your head one more time before whipping out his phone and texting the redhead. You grabbed his vibranium arm and he caught your eyes with a smile. You were happy when you were with him.

You were always safe, too.

Sam hadn’t commented when Y/N woke him up to a blowjob. He was a little too busy moaning like a pornstar and trying not to come in seconds, but her wake up present was certainly far from unwelcome. Then came the balloons and cake for breakfast in bed, leading to two solid rounds of sex that were both invigorating and exhausting all the same. Then he walked out ass-naked to the bathroom, only to be greeted by his sister, her nephews, and his brother-in-law all singing happy birthday to him, until they realized his state of undress. The mood was a bit ruined after his nephews saw his naked body and while he was more than happy to see them, Cass and A.J. were probably scarred for life.

But when he was fully dressed in his evergreen henley and ready to celebrate with his family and girlfriend, he was in for the biggest surprise of his life. The apartment he shared with his girlfriend was normally organized. It was the only way Y/N would be able to function without worry, and their simplistic system of living made sure that both of them were comfortable. Their walls were painted a simple dove grey, only few framed photos of friends and graduations pinned to the walls in chestnut wood borders. Their furniture was color-coordinated and all the same material, same metal, same brand, just so everything was matching. Sam had lived in messy chaos his whole life, and it took a while to get used to Y/N’s cleansliness and chores, but he grew used to it with ease. 

So it was worrisome, more than troubling, to see his living room in complete disarray, green and purple streamers dangling from every inch of the ceiling and confetti littering the floor. The table was set with a hot pink tablecloth, rainbow plates and cutlery lining every side of it. He could appreciate the whole aesthetic of the celebration, but it was so incredibly far off Y/N’s normal one. The strangest thing about the setup, however, was probably the fourteen children milling around the cramped space, grabbing drinks out of his fridge and setting up instruments in an arranged arch in front of the television. There was no question, it was the whole ass Baton Rouge Youth Orchestra. 

“Hey, man, are you Sam Wilson?” A short kid, probably around ten or eleven years old, dressed up in a tuxedo tapped on his shoulder from behind, and Sam had to fight the urge to not scream.

Calming his nerves, he answered despite the fact that his confused heart wastrying to run out of his ribcage. “Yeah, um, yes, that’s me. On another note, could you possibly tell me what the hell is going on right now?”

“Happy birthday, Sammy!” Y/N and Bucky ran to him the kitchen, huge smiles on their faces. The brunette man immediately pulled him into a noogie with a nearly inaudible I deserve this and his girlfriend started to press kisses all over his face. The pair of them made quick eye contact with a mischeivious twinkle in their eyes, right before yelling, “Surprise!”

Pushing Bucky away from him with a punch to his gut (”Oh fuck you, Wilson,”), he glanced around the room again. It was just a fever dream to him. Hepinched his forearm just to make sure, and when he realized he wasn’t he faced his smiling girlfriend with wide, crazed eyes. “Hey, baby,” Sam whispered, “can I talk to you real quick?”

Y/N hummed, showing no hint to her emotion but a raised brow as she straightened a little girl’s tie (seriously, where the hell were they coming from?). She trailed behind him to the couch where she stood over him, staring down into his deep brown, very, very confused eyes. “What’s all this? There’s a group of kids- oh my God, did you kidnap them?”

She chuckled leaning down to press a kiss to his adorable expression, which would be describes as nothing other than “lost puppy”. “It’s your birthday, you wanted to celebrate, didn’t you? I mean, I got the orchestra from up north to play the Rocky score, because you love it so much, and I brought up Sarah and Buck, and your nephews are gonna take you out to paintball later-” A thought seemed to intrude her rambling, and he could visibly see the moment when. “Oh no, do you not like it? Because I can call the whole thing off, I’ll tell the kids you had a heart attack or something because this is your day, we can just go out with-”

“No, no, honey, that’s not necessary, don’t worry. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate,” he gestured to the entire table setup and live band, “this, but why’d you do so much? You would hate getting anything this extravagant for yourself, you’ve told me yourself, but here you are kidnapping kids from the city and ruining your monochrome aesthetic.”

“Well, I may not like big events or lots of people or a wholeass symphony playing the Rocky original picture score,” he laughed, “but I do love you a lot.” Sam circled his arms around her waist and she repositioned herself to straddle him. “I’m not sure if I show my emotions correctly all the time, Sammy, and I just wanted to show you that I do pay attention to you, and I care about you more than anything else in the world. I’m just not sure how to portray my love in the best way.”

“You don’t have to do all this to show me that you love me, baby,” he cooed. His finger inched its way under her chin, lifting her face up so that he could see her shy eyes and little grin. “I can tell everyday, with your little alarms that you set for me to wake up to, and when you make that good kind of pizza- what is it called again?”

“It’s just pizza with three types of cheese, babe, it doesn’t have a special name.” Y/N chuckled with an eye roll.

“Well, whatever it is,” Sam nudged his nose into hers, making her give him that wide grin he fell in love with, “I already know you love me, you never have to prove it with anything. And no arguments, but I love you twice as much, if not more. Thank you for everything, baby, I truly love it all.”

The ochestra had finished setting up, the players tuning their instruments while A.J. and Cass watched in amazement. Sarah and Bucky held onto each other dearly, watching the whole room with a look of satisfaction on their faces. Sam was home, he had his family, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and an entire orchestra playing the Rocky soundtrack.