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The first thing you did when you got to your apartment was find pants. As hot as it was to wear Bucky's clothes, you knew the boxers were too big and you didn't want to hang out on the couch and accidentally give others a show. You kept his shirt though. It was comfy and smelled like him.
The second thing you did was text Clint and tell him that Steve was about to ask Natasha to move in with him and suggest that he text her. Natasha was a trained spy. She probably already knew what Steve was planning. Clint knew better than anyone how self sabotaging she could be. She needed to hear him tell her it would be okay. A moment later Clint replied that he was calling her now and you felt better.
You made your way back to your kitchen and rummaged through your fridge and cupboards to see what you could quickly make. You were growing increasingly aware that your stomach was growling. You pulled out several ingredients and set them on the counter, grabbing pans and cutting boards and such.
“Friday, call Peter,” you called to the ever present AI. A moment later a holographic video feed popped up over your kitchen island and Peter's grinning face appeared.
“Hey, auntie!” He greeted you, waving, wearing the same big smile he always gave you.
“Hi, bug,” you replied smiling back before your attention turned back to your chopping. “What are you up to?”
“It's Star Wars marathon night. Ned’s here,” he said, turning the phone so you could see Ned sitting next to him.
“Hi, Agent YLN,” Ned said with a wave. You waved back.
“Hi, Ned. Where you at in the marathon?”
Peter flipped the camera so you could see the TV screen. Movie scenes were flashing in front of you.
You vaguely heard Friday ask if she should allow Sergeant Barnes entry and you replied that she should.
“... Yeah, but Ewoks are ridiculous!” You heard Ned say in the background of the video.
“Maybe, but it's still my favorite,” Peter replied.
You smiled a little sadly to yourself because you knew why. “It was my brother's favorite,” you said softly and you saw the look on Ned’s face soften too.
You saw Peter smile, his vision clouded with nostalgia for a moment. “Yeah, it was my uncle's favorite, and now it's my favorite,” he said proudly. “So back off!” He playfully elbowed his friend.
You noticed Bucky had come into the kitchen and was standing at the stove, flipping the chicken in the pan. You chatted with the boys for a few moments more before they seemed to notice him.
“Oh, hey! Sergeant Barnes!” Ned said enthusiastically, waving again. “Wait, isn't it like after midnight? What're you doing in Pete's aunt's-” he started thinking out loud and you couldn't help but quirk a smile.
“Nah, it's cool. They're best friends. He's there, like half the time when I call, or visit,” Peter assured him. “It's not what it looks like…” Peter trailed off as he watched the sheepish grin on your face grow and then saw Bucky come up behind you to wrap his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder.
“Uh, auntie?... What's…” Peter started to question. But Bucky cut him off with an answer.
“I asked her to marry me, kid. And, surprisingly, she said yes,” Bucky explained, grinning and placing a kiss to your shoulder.
“Woah, really?!,” Peter exclaimed.
“Yeah, bug, really,” you affirmed.
Peter looked shocked for a moment then grinned wildly.
“That's amazing!!” He all but shouted.
He and Ned began a string of congratulations, talking over each other and laughing. You laughed too and thanked them, glad that Peter was so happy about it. You weren't sure how he would react.
“Anyway, Tony is throwing us an engagement party tomorrow night. I wanted to make sure I got to tell you before he did. You're welcome too, Ned, of course,” you informed them.
The boys whooped. “Yeah, Mr Stark throws the best parties!” Peter declared.
You just laughed and shook your head. “Okay, I'll let you guys go. Night, Ned. Night, bug, love you!”
Ned waved goodbye.
“Night, auntie, love you too! Oh, and goodnight… uncle Sergeant Barnes?” Peter ventured with a raised eyebrow.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Just call me Bucky, kid. Night,” and with that, Bucky snapped his palm closed and disconnected the video call.
Bucky pulled you tighter against him. You looked over your shoulder at him and he smiled.
“That went well?” He remarked but still seemed a bit uncertain. He didn't know Peter very well. He couldn't know if maybe he was being polite but was actually worried. Then he had a thought.
“Should I have asked for his blessing, since he's your only family?” He wondered out loud.
You laughed, trying not to be insulted, and pulled out of his grip to start plating up the food you had made. You shook your head at him, continuing to serve dinner and clean up dishes.
“No, Barnes, you did not need to ask my teenage nephew for his blessing to marry me,” you said, trying not to sound too snarky or even defensive. You knew this was just a remnant of a bygone era that he sometimes couldn't leave behind.
“Sorry, love, I didn't mean anything by that. It was a thought that just slipped out,” he apologized and took the plate of food you handed him, but grabbed your hand before you could turn away, his eyes searching yours for a read on what you were really thinking.
You smiled at him, making sure he saw you weren't upset. “I know, Buck, don't worry. It's just a silly notion that I would need someone's permission to make decisions for my life. But I know that's how it used to be done and I don't blame you for it.”
He nodded and let go of your arm. You gestured for him to follow you to the table so you could eat. You sat and ate in silence for a few moments before Bucky spoke up.
“This is great, doll, what is it?” He asked.
“Paprikash. Wanda used to make it all the time and she taught me- shit! Wanda!” You stopped eating and put your hands to your forehead with a grimace. “I don't want her to hear it from someone else, but it's way too late to call her. I don't want to wake up the twins.”
“Just send her a text,” Bucky offered as he continued shoveling down his dinner. He was clearly very hungry.
You rolled your eyes with a groan. “You cannot text one of your closest friends to tell them you got engaged. That is not a text message thing!” You protested and Bucky just shrugged.
“If anyone I know wasn't already in this building, I would text them,” he stated. But then something occurred to him. “I can text Vision, if you want?” He suggested with a raise of his eyebrow.
You were about to protest and double down on sharing important, life altering information in person or at least via video call, not text, but you stopped, your face contorting for a moment as you contemplated. You sat back and furrowed your brow, staring at your plate.
“Actually, yeah,” you finally replied.
“Oh, really?” He said, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “You want me to text him?”
You nodded, having had an idea.
“Yes!” You said, enthusiastically. “You text Vision and tell him and ask him to have Wanda call me if she's still awake. Oh, that's actually a great idea,” you said mostly to yourself.
You heard Bucky chuckle, but his phone was in his hand. “I guess sharing important, life altering information via text is acceptable after all.”
“I guess it can be… for guys anyway,” you conceded and he laughed.
“Whatever you say, doll.”
No sooner had he sent the message, then Friday was telling you that you had an incoming call from Ms Maximoff. You told her to put it through and Wanda's face appeared hovering above the empty end of the table.
“Oh, good, he finally asked you. It was getting to be impossible not to say something. I just stopped calling like three weeks ago because I was afraid I would let something slip,” Wanda launched into a speech without evening saying hello.
You stared at her speechless for a moment before you could form a reply. “I'm sorry-what? You knew he was going to ask me to marry him? How? He didn't even know!”
She snickered, her head rolling back just a little and nose wrinkling. She held up her hand, red energy lacing around her fingers.
You dropped your jaw. “Wanda! You did not read his mind!” You exclaimed in total shock. You glanced at Bucky who was watching her and looked a bit irritated.
“She better say no or I might not be nice about it,” Bucky said, setting his jaw, but you noticed he had a blush creeping up his neck.
Wanda put up her hands defensively. “Not on purpose!” She swore. “I promise you, I don't do it without permission… but,” she began, giving Bucky a knowing smirk, “sometimes people's minds are so loud that I can't help but overhear, so to speak.”
You watched as a look of understanding settled over Bucky's face. Then you watched as that blush crept all the way up his neck, into his ears and across his face. He reached up and ran his metal hand across it and his eyes flicked to Wanda's floating holographic head.
“It was that night, wasn't it,” he more stated than asked.
Wanda tilted her head a little, a look of sympathy but also the tiniest hint of a smirk on her face. “Yeah, I'm afraid so,” she confirmed. “I heard you like you had basically shouted it from the rooftop. It was rolling off you in waves and I couldn't ignore it, Barnes, I'm sorry. But the moment you realized you were madly in love with her, you kept picturing that ring in your head and I knew it was only a matter of time.”
You were just looking back and forth between the two of them, dumbfounded. You really shouldn't have been surprised. You always kind of assumed Wanda “saw” things, ethereally, that she just ignored or kept to herself all the time, but it didn't occur to you how hard that probably was to live with.
“Well, we appreciate you keeping it to yourself and letting us two idiots figure it out on our own,” you told her with a small smile.
Wanda just gave you a warm grin. You told her about Tony's insistence on throwing a party and she said they wouldn't miss it. She told you how happy she was and Vision popped into view after a while to give you and Bucky his heartfelt congratulations as well. You were just about to hang up, when two smaller heads came into view. Apparently, one of them had woken up, and heard his parents talking, so they had both come to investigate.
“Boys, what are you doing up?!” Wanda asked. “I better go get them back to bed. We'll see you tomorrow-” she started to say goodbye, but the twins interrupted.
“Wait, we want to say goodnight too,” Billy whined and Tommy seconded the request. Their heads became the focus of the screen, both grinning and waving.
“Goodnight, boys!” You waved back. “Listen to your mom.”
They giggled and were gone. Wanda and Vision said goodnight and they were gone too.
Bucky had gotten up to clean and put food away. When you joined him back at the counter, he was closing the fridge and staring at a photo that was hanging from a magnetic bottle opener. You knew the photo. It gave you a small pang of sadness to watch him examine it.
“That was our last trip together,” you said in a hushed tone.
Bucky looked back at you, seeing the sadness in your smile. He felt his heart clench seeing you like that and he wished he could take that feeling away from you.
“You guys look really happy. Where were you?” He asked, gesturing to the lake and mountains in the photo.
“The Cascades, Washington,” you answered, staring back at the picture and thinking about that day. “That lake was a really long ways up. We trained that year so we could do it, deal with the elevation gain without getting sick. It was worth every moment. I'll never forget how beautiful it was. Peter and my brother swam in the glacial water. Too cold for me.”
“I'm sorry I never got to know him. I know how much he meant to you. I wish I could have met him,” Bucky said, taking your hand. He gave it a squeeze and it helped clear the mist from your head. You blinked a little and smiled warmly at him.
“I do too,” you agreed. “But I know he would be glad I'm not alone.”
“You'll never be alone, baby. I promise,” he replied and pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin and running a soothing hand down your back. You sighed and burrowed into his chest, letting his scent ground you. A moment later, Friday interrupted.
“Agent YLN, Sergeant Barnes; Captain Rogers is requesting you join him in the downstairs common area.”
“Thanks, Friday. On our way,” you replied.
“Alright, better go,” you said, pulling back and kissing the tip of Bucky's nose. You took his hand and both of you headed out of your apartment.
***
You opted to enter the common area on your floor instead of taking the elevator. You headed to the end of the hallway and went through the double glass doors, putting you on the middle floor of the common area.
It was an open space that ran through three residence floors, the lowest level being Natasha's apartment as well as Clint's, though he didn't use it much, the second floor being you and Sam across the hall, and the top floor being Steve and Bucky. Each floor had alternating mezzanine areas with comfortable places to relax and various things to do, like games and fireplaces and bookshelves. The bottom level was a communal kitchen and living space. Stairways wound through the levels connecting them. You could stand at any level and look down into the large conversation pit below. Each connected floor had an entrance to their respective mezzanine from the residence hallway.
You and Bucky entered as quietly as possible and snuck to the edge to stare down at Steve and Natasha below. They were sitting at the dining table. There were candles all over and several bouquets of flowers too. Steve was kneeling in front of Natasha's chair, but you couldn't quite hear what he was saying. As you both watched, grinning, Sam came in behind you. You felt him nudge your arm and leaned in so he could keep his voice down.
“The funny thing is, I think he was planning on doing this tonight anyway, so I don't think we really spoiled anything by telling him the team knew,” he shared, which actually made you feel better about your unbelievable slip of the tongue earlier.
“Thanks, Sammy,” you replied and put your head on his shoulder gently in gratitude.
“Anytime, Kes,” he said.
“Hey! Only Hawkeye gets to call me that,” You said sternly, picking your head up and elbowing him a little more sharply. Sam suppressed a snicker.
“Guys,” Bucky whispered to both of you, jerking his head back to Steve and Natasha and you and Sam looked back to see Steve standing and Natasha jumping into his arms. You grinned and prepared to descend the stairs, but Sam grabbed your arm and handed you some kind of canister, reaching behind you to give another one to Bucky. You gave him a questioning look.
“On three,” Sam said, holding his canister in front of him, aimed upward, gesturing to you two to do the same. You both compiled, now realizing what you were holding.
“1…2…,” he mouthed in silent countdown. “...3!”
All three of you squeezed your canisters in unison. There was a loud pop and then gold confetti was flying through the air and filtering to the first level.
Steve and Natasha whipped around and looked up at you smiling and laughing.
“Congratulations!” You yelled, jumping up and down with excitement.
“Yeah, congrats, you two,” Sam seconded.
You, Sam, and Bucky hopped down the stairs and took turns engulfing the couple in embraces. Everyone continued to share words of excitement and congratulations. Bucky clapped his oldest friend on the back, hard, and drew a hearty laugh. Natasha was beaming and you giggled as you pulled confetti out of each other's hair. You heard another, louder, pop and looked back to see Sam was opening a bottle of champagne and then you all had glasses in your hands and were taking seats around the conversation pit.
Steve sat down and Natasha curled into his side. They really looked perfect together. Bucky sat opposite of them and before you could sit yourself, he was yanking you down into his lap. Sam rolled his eyes as he passed you and sat on the other side of the sofa, giving you a purposefully wide berth.
“Buck, come on, we don't need to make anyone uncomfortable,” you protested. You squirmed against his grip, which was less than normal, since one hand was holding his glass of champagne. You used this to your advantage and pressed and wiggled until you were seated next to him on the couch, your back pressed to his side and his arm around your waist, instead of on his lap.
“Aw, no fair,” he pouted.
You patted his thigh and chuckled. “You'll survive, Soldier.”
Sam raised his glass, signaling that he wanted to say something. Everyone turned toward him, their own glasses poised.
“Steve, I'm so glad you finally got your head out of your ass-” Sam began, but Natasha interjected.
“Now, now, Sam, you know Captain America doesn't like that kind of talk,” she chuckled, eyeing Steve with a wry grin.
Steve rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his face with a groan, though it certainly had a playful undertone. “I changed my mind, my offer is rescinded,” Steve said, and, to everyone's surprise, he straight up tickled Natasha, causing everyone to burst out laughing.
“As I was saying!” Sam spoke up again. Everyone quieted down and gave him their attention once more. “Steve, I'm truly happy for you. You guys are good for each other. Also, Natasha,” he gestured toward her with his glass, “He's your problem now, so good luck!”
Everyone laughed again. Steve shook his head and muttered under his breath that Sam was an idiot.
“To Captain America and Black Widow!” Sam announced, raising his glass. The rest of you mirrored his gesture and sipped your champagne.
“I gotta say one thing, though, Bucky” Sam said once the glass left his lips. He raised his eyebrow. “I am glad they'll be on your floor and not mine.”
Everyone laughed anew and Steve turned very red. Natasha looked up at him waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Bucky laughed so hard, his arm around your waist was practically squeezing the air from your lungs.
“Buck!” You whined, gasping a little. “Baby, I can't breathe.” You wiggled against his hold, still laughing.
He gave a very quiet yelp and eased his grip noticeably. “I'm sorry, love,” he apologized. The look on his face was so worried, that you had to stifle a laugh.
“It's okay,” you assured him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Not a big deal. It's just if you want me to live long enough to actually marry you, I need to keep breathing,” you teased, placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Aww,” Natasha practically squealed, and everyone else chuckled.
“Ya know, we're all forgetting,” Steve began, drawing the attention of the room. “I'm not the only one who finally got my head out of my ass today.” He gestured toward you and Bucky with his glass. “To these crazy idiots in love.”
Everyone cheered in congrats. You turned to look up at Bucky as you rested against his side and he quickly ducked down to steal a kiss, winking as he pulled away.
“Actually, come to think of it, I'm glad all’a y'all are gonna be on the same floor,” Sam remarked, giving you all pointed looks over his glass as he drank. “You supersoldiers’ll make the whole damn floor shake.”
You gave him an unamused look. “Who says we won't be at place, Sammy,” you replied, purposely irritating.
“Now we will, for sure, just to make you uncomfortable,” Bucky replied with a wicked grin.
“I need a refill,” Sam groaned. Downing his glass he bounced off the couch toward the kitchen.
You smiled as you watched Steve staring at Natasha, trailing his fingers along her arm. He looked at her like she was the only person in the universe. You were so happy they had found each other because clearly they were made for each other.
Sam was coming around to refill glasses and set the champagne bottle on the coffee table before sitting back down. Before conversation could resume, Friday interrupted.
“Agent YLN, Mr Stark wanted me to inform you that your ring has been returned to your residence.”
“Thank you, Friday,” you replied
Bucky tapped your side. “Sit up, babe,” he said, standing when you did as instructed. “I'll be right back.”
Bucky turned and left, heading up the stairs. You watched him disappear before speaking up.
“Friday, add Sergeant Barnes’ biometrics to my apartment entry, please,” you spoke to the AI
“Certainly, Agent YLN,” Friday replied.
Natasha looked at you quizzically as she sipped her drink.
“I'm pretty sure I know where he's going,” you answered her unspoken question.
“That was fast with your ring, especially since it's the middle of the night,” Steve remarked.
“Yeah, I kind of think when Tony said he had a ‘guy’ it was really just him,” you giggled. It was incredibly sweet that he cared enough to do that for you.
“Hey, how did he ask you?” Natasha asked.
You instantly choked a bit on your drink, trying not to cough too much. You were very aware that heat was creeping up your neck and your face was probably beet red.
“Everyone's gonna wanna hear the story, especially tomorrow night. I wanna know first,” she looked at you intently and giggled as she saw you blushing deeply. “Oooh,” she replied, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I take it this is not an appropriate story for sharing.”
“Well, that's not good,” Sam remarked with a laugh. “Nat’s right, everyone is going to ask about it at the party… oh, geez, what're you gonna tell your nephew when he asks?” Sam was straight up cackling now.
You groaned, running your hand down your face. You had not really thought about that yet and suddenly you wanted to murder Bucky for asking you to marry him when he was balls deep inside you.
Everyone around you laughed just a little.
“Fine, you can tell me later,” Nat said, winking at you.
“No, cause then you're gonna tell him!” You cried, gesturing at the man wrapped around her.
“Buck's gonna tell me anyway,” Steve said with a shrug.
“So I'm the only one that doesn't get to know??” Sam whined.
You turned to give him a very pointed look. “Do you really want to know that much detail about our “activities”?”
Sam visibly shuddered in disgust. “Nope, nevermind. That's already more than I needed to hear,” he said, downing his drink once more.
“I'll just have to come up with some version of the story that doesn't make me blush,” you commented.
But before anyone could reply, a voice called from the upper level and drew everyone's attention.
“YN YLN!!!” Bucky shouted, looking down at you. Everyone's eyes shot up to look at him, and the next thing you knew, he's climbing up to balance on the railing.
“... Bucky, what're you-” but before you could finish your sentence, he catapulted off the rail, landing on one knee in front of you with a thud. His left arm was bracing him, head bent toward the floor. He lifted his head up to look straight at you, with that smile that took your breath away, a mischievous grin on his lips.
“Will you marry me?” Bucky asked. He held out his arms and opened the ring box in front of you again, like he had earlier.
You burst out laughing, but swung your legs off the couch, so you were sitting up to face him. Sam was rolling his eyes and laughing. Steve and Natasha both chuckled a little, but we're staring at the two of you with affection.
“Didn't I already say yes?!” You giggled, letting him put your ring back on your finger, the correct one this time. You looked down at it, grinning at the fact that it fit perfectly now.
He stood up, grabbing your face and planting a strong kiss to your lips before you could protest. “Yeah, but I figured this would make for a better story, or at least one we could actually tell people,” he said quickly, giving you a wink.
“Yeah, good thinking, pal,” Steve chimed in. “She already told us the proposal story wasn't exactly PG.”
You felt yourself blushing again, and downed your champagne, pouring another glass on its heels.
“Well, she wasn't wrong,” Bucky confirmed, cocking an eyebrow at Steve as he sat back on the couch. He caught you admiring your ring and he grinned, hooking his arm around your waist and lifting you into his lap, ignoring your protests.
“Too bad, sweetheart. You took the ring, that gives me the right to pull you into my lap whenever I want,” he concluded, nuzzling into your neck and tickling you with his stubble. You wanted to disagree, but you couldn't do anything but laugh and squirm.
“Alright, all you lovebirds, this has been swell, but I'm calling it a night,” Sam announced and got up and headed out, exchanging goodnights with everyone.
The four of you chatted for a while longer, polishing off the second bottle of champagne, before the lateness of the hour caught up to you.
Natasha sat up and stretched. “Well, whaddya say, Cap, take me home?” She gave Steve a suggestive look with hooded eyes and you stifled a laugh when you watched him swallow and nod in silence.
You exchanged your goodbyes and watched as they exited through the glass doors into the hallway. You let yourself chuckle when you noticed Steve picked Natasha up and carried her bridal style into the elevator.
You turned your attention back to the man whose lap you sat in. “Alright, Soldier, our turn,” you said, trying to stand, but his grip tightened. You turned over your shoulder to give him a look. “Bucky, it's late, we should go to bed.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed against your shoulder. He pressed his lips to your neck, placing soft, slow kisses to your skin and you shuddered. You reached behind you, gripping the back of his neck firmly.
“If you want to keep that up, you better take me to bed,” you whispered against his scalp, tugging at his hair.
“Mmm, yes, ma’am,” he replied, his tone darkening, and then he was standing, taking you with him. In one motion, you were once again hoisted over his shoulder and he was climbing the stairs.
You let out an exasperated huff. “Barnes, I can walk, you know.”
“And I can carry you,” he responded matter of fact.
Before you could respond, you were walking into his apartment and he let you back on your own feet. You stretched a bit and yawned, suddenly realizing how tired and heavy your limbs felt. You found yourself wishing he had carried you all the way to bed. Looking up, you saw Bucky coming back toward you -when had he left?- and then he was handing you a glass of water. You gave him a smile and reached out for the glass, but you wobbled a bit.
“Easy, baby,” he cautioned. He gripped your waist to keep you steady.
Using both hands, you managed to drink a few good gulps of the water. He took the glass back and set it down on the stand behind him. You were going to head to his bedroom but he saw you falter and his grip on your waist tightened.
“And that's why I carried you, love,” he chuckled. He hooked his free arm under your knees and picked you up again, cradling you against his body this time.
“I'm fine, Barnes,” you huffed, but you latched your arms around his neck nonetheless.
He let out a breathy chuckle as he walked you both to his bedroom. “So it's back to ‘Barnes’ now, hmm?”
“Well, I don't know what else to call you. You practically come every time I say your name,” you replied with a laugh and your head rolled back a bit further than you intended. It felt far too heavy. “It's a very specific kink, not that I'm complaining.”
Bucky chuckled again. He was setting you down on the bed, sitting up. You moved with the intention of lying down and nearly fell backwards.
“Woah, hang on, sweetheart,” he said, gently guiding you back to sit up again. “You'll die of heatstroke wearing that many layers. As you’ve told me many times, I'm a human furnace, remember?”
He dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing the waistband of your pants and guiding you to lift your butt so he could slide them off. You gave him a very sultry look.
“Yeah, I think that's just an excuse to get me out of my clothes,” you suggested. He gave a half grin, standing to throw your pants over a chair and going to his dresser. He came back a moment later with a t-shirt.
“Would you rather I didn't try to get your clothes off?” He gave you a mischievous grin and gestured for you to put your arms up. You did so. He pulled the henley you were wearing over your head.
You looked up at him, starting to forget what you were talking about. You smiled. “Well, you succeeded. Now what?”
Bucky just laughed at you and then he was tugging the t-shirt over your head. “Now, doll, we go to sleep,” he replied, placing a kiss to your head and then he was guiding you backwards to lay on a pillow.
You whined a little in protest. “That's not fair. You can't undress me and then just tell me to go to bed,” you complained, but your eyes were already closing and before he could even respond you were asleep.
Bucky grinned down at your sleeping form. For a moment, it struck him how you were laying in his bed, half naked, sound asleep, how he was going to crawl in bed next to you and hold you close, and he still couldn't believe it was real. Half of him still expected to wake up from a dream.
He walked back out to retrieve your water, grabbed some ibuprofen from the cabinet in the bathroom, and set them both on your nightstand. He grabbed the wastebasket and set it on the floor on your side of the bed, just in case.
He quickly stripped down to his briefs and then he was sliding into bed next to you. He laid on his side and was about to reach over and pull you into him, when you rolled over and curled yourself into his chest. He smiled down at you, as you sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to him.
He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, draping his arm over you. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered.
“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled into his chest.