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The next several days were more or less a blur. There was shopping for dresses and suits and suddenly the common room became a staging area for the upcoming event. Peter came up to stay for a few days. Tony, true to his word, had taken care of all the details and said all you had to do was get dressed and show up.
Stephen brought back your car and told Steve the same thing he had told you. Everything that could be done was being done. Now we just had to stay prepared and wait. Tony and Bruce were still working on a way to separate Vision from the stone. Bucky suggested they contact the Wakandans. Tony decided once the wedding was over, that would be the next step.
You were in the kitchen, dodging boxes and floral arrangements, once again trying to make yourself an Americano, frayed nerves be damned. Tomorrow was the big day. You stared at the kettle taking a moment to breathe and zone out.
“You okay?” Stephen was standing on the other side of the kitchen island.
You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled. “I'm fine. Just thinking about what still needs to be accomplished.”
Stephen took a seat on a stool and watched you pour the water into your espresso then round the island and sit next to him.
“What brings you up here again? Did Steve call you in?” You asked, sipping at your mug.
“I'm helping with transportation for tomorrow,” he replied, lifting his hand and wiggling his fingers around his sling ring. “Seemed much more practical than multiple quinjets and transcontinental flights.”
You stared at him wide-eyed. “I didn't ask you to do that- did I? This week has been a complete blur.”
Stephen tilted his head with a small smile. “No, your fiance asked. Even thanked me… and smiled, well, more like didn't glower, but still.”
“Stephen, that's- I can't thank you enough. Really. I'm really glad you'll be there. I would have understood if you had decided not to come,” you told him, offering a genuine smile of appreciation.
Stephen reached out and put a hand on your arm. “I'm just glad you're happy. I mean that. Just be happy with him, for as long as you can,” you saw his eyes get watery and watched as he swallowed and cleared his throat.
You set down your mug and put a hand on top of his, wishing you could make him feel better and knowing that was beyond your grasp. “I'm still sorry you ended up hurt. I want to see you happy too.”
Stephen smiled and you thought you saw him blink back tears, but he quickly recovered. He pulled his hand away and stood. “I am happy, don't worry. I'll be fine.”
You didn't know if he was lying, but you smiled nonetheless, and turned on the stool to see Peter coming in the room.
“Hi, bug,” you said. “Time to go?”
“I'm gonna help Dr Strange get the rest of this stuff over to the- I don't know what to call it, site? Venue? Unmarked place where we're having a wedding?” Peter replied. “Well, anyway, we're taking this,” he gestured to the various boxes and things around you. “And I think the rest of the guys will come over in a bit.”
“Okay, well, I'll say goodnight, then,” you said, standing and pulling Peter into a bear hug. “See you tomorrow, bug. I love you.”
“Love you too, auntie,” Peter said, squeezing you back. “I'll make sure Uncle Bucky gets there in one piece.”
You laughed. Peter bounced off to pick up an object that should be too heavy for his frame, and stepped through the portal that Stephen had opened at the other end of the room.
You turned back to Stephen as he was also picking up a box and heading to the portal.
“Please do me a favor and look after him,” you called to Stephen. “Bucky's got enough to think about tonight. I know I shouldn't worry, but I do.”
Stephen nodded and smiled. “I'm sure he'll be fine, but, yes, I'll keep an eye on him.” Stephen stepped through the portal and it closed.
You headed back to your room and found Bucky shoving things into a duffel. You crossed the room and sat on the couch, curling up and sipping at your coffee.
“Is that going to be enough for a whole week?” You eyed the bag skeptically.
Bucky shrugged continuing around the room grabbing objects and clothing and tossing them in the bag. “I'm sure it's fine,” he replied.
You watched him throw a toothbrush in and then zip up the bag. He stood back, hands on his hips and took a breath.
“Guess that's it,” he declared. “Steve and Sam are probably waiting for me,” he cocked his head, watching you from across the room. “But they can wait a bit longer.”
He stalked over to you, kneeling on the couch and took your mug, setting it on the coffee table. Grabbing your waist, he pressed you back, guiding your body to lay on the cushion, and he hovered above you. You giggled when his stubble tickled your neck and his lips ghosted across your skin.
“Bucky…” you breathed, trying to wriggle out from under him.
He smiled against your throat, laying his lips on you and slowly kissing upward. He paused when he reached your lips, pulling back to look at you with dark eyes and a crooked grin. “Did you need somethin’, doll?”
He grinned wider when you tried to respond, but he silenced you with a deep, slow kiss. You tried to stifle the quiet whimper that crossed your lips when he pulled away. You heard him let out a dark chuckle.
You put your palms on his chest, pressing gently. “Not tonight, Buck,” you said, pushing harder on his chest.
Bucky looked down at you, sticking his lip out just a little, a sad look in his eyes. “You were serious about that?”
You just laughed, sitting up and reaching over to cup his face in your hands. “You can live for one night. I've seen you go much longer,” you replied, giving him a knowing smirk. You pulled his face closer and kissed him, soft and sweet.
Bucky grabbed your hips and put you in his lap. “That was before.” He ran his hands up your spine and you involuntarily shivered.
“Before, what, Buck? Before you managed to charm the girl next door so getting laid was constantly and easily accessible?” You giggled at the offended look on his face. “I think going without will do us some good. Makes you appreciate what you have.”
Bucky just shook his head, clearly disagreeing. “I do appreciate it, I can show you how much I appreciate it,” he offered, pressing his hips up into yours making you gasp.
“Tomorrow,” you reiterated, standing your ground and climbing off of him. “Tomorrow you can appreciate me all night long,” you promised. You stood from the couch and he followed. You rocked onto the balls of your feet and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
He sighed, defeated, and pulled you close. “Goodnight, love,” he whispered before pressing a reverent kiss to your lips. “I'm gonna hold you to that promise.”
“Oh, I don't doubt it,” you replied, patting his chest. “Now, get out of here. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, but grabbed his bag and headed to the door. He paused and turned to give you one more smile.
“I love you,” he said as he stepped through the door.
“I love you, too,” you replied as he left.
You sighed once he was gone. You realized you were hardly ever without him, even before you had gotten together, and it was eerily quiet. You had Friday play some music and got to work packing your own bag.
Your phone dinged and you checked it. Peter sent a pic of all the guys around a big campfire. You smiled and replied that you were happy to see he was enjoying himself.
“Knock, knock,” Natasha said, standing in the doorway. “You all packed?” She asked as she watched you zip up your suitcase.
“Yep,” you replied. You turned and sat on the bed with a sigh. “Now to get a nice long night of restless tossing and turning.” You gave her a nervous smile.
“Well, we can't have that,” Kate said, poking her head through the door next to Nat.
“Come on,” Natasha beckoned you toward them.
You followed them back into the common area where Wanda was lining up shots on the island. She smiled when you sat down and slid one over to you.
“Guys, I don't want to be hungover for my wedding,” you cautioned. “Oof, Clint would have a field day with that.”
“We're not going overboard, just a little so you relax and get some sleep tonight,” Natasha assured you.
Natasha raised her shot glass and the rest of you followed suit. “Here's to you and Barnes. Thank you for volunteering to put up with him so the rest of us don't have to.”
Natasha snickered and Wanda gave her an unimpressed look. Kate just looked confused.
“We're happy for you,” Wanda said with a warm smile.
“To forever with your best friend,” Kate said.
You all agreed and threw back your shots. Kate made a face and there was collective laughter.
Wanda refilled everyone's glasses and you knocked back the second shot.
“Ugh, why am I so nervous?” You slumped back in your chair. “It doesn't really make sense. We already spend all our time together. We have for years. Does wearing a ring suddenly make everything different?”
Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile. “In some ways, and in others, no. It's hard to know until you get there.”
“Were you nervous?” You asked her, watching her face become thoughtful. “Not really, but that's not a fair assessment. We kinda just sat on the couch one day and decided. I conjured us some rings and that was it. There was no time for nerves.”
“Not that I can relate, but I can imagine that if it was my wedding, I would definitely be super nervous,” Kate offered. “It's a big deal. It's normal. It's definitely not an indication that you're making the wrong decision, if that's what you're worrying about.”
You tilted your head thoughtfully. “No, I don't think that's what's happening. I haven't really felt any doubts about it. I guess it's probably just the whole ‘all eyes on you’ thing. Being the center of attention. I don't love it.”
Wanda reached out and squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Just keep your eyes on James. Let everything else fade away.”
“Good advice,” you agreed with a smile. “Just hope my legs don't give out on my way to him.”
“Clint will hold you up, don't worry,” Nat said, patting your shoulder.
***
The morning arrived quickly and you were thankful to realize you had indeed managed to sleep. The girls woke you with laughter and mimosas. You were ushered about, everyone getting ready while music played and food and drinks circulated. The Barton clan arrived, as did Vision and the twins. The morning flew by and suddenly it was time.
Stephen opened a portal in the living room for everyone who was left. You stood in the kitchen and watched as Laura and Vision ushered all the kids through the sparking gateway. Kate, Wanda, and Natasha stood at the threshold.
Kate waved to you before stepping forward and you could just see Peter's arm extending for her to take before she disappeared, not before you saw the beaming smile on her face.
Wanda gave a reassuring smile before stepping forward to meet Sam.
Natasha blew you a kiss with a wink. You saw Steve's arm extend through the portal and she grabbed it, stepping through.
You took some deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. You could hear your pulse in your ears. Clint put a hand on your upper arm and you turned to him. He saw the look in your eyes and immediately took both your hands.
“Breathe, Kes. Just breathe, okay?” He made sure you were looking at him and gave you a soft, calming smile. “Everything's going to be okay. Just hang on to me and keep your eyes on him, alright?”
You took deep slow breaths, nodding. “Okay,” you straightened. “I'm ready.” You stepped over to the portal, careful to stay out of view. Clint stood beside you, offering his arm and you linked it with yours. You smiled at him and nodded.
You both turned, stepping through the portal and onto the grass on the other side. You were vaguely aware that Stephen closed it behind you.
But you couldn't think about anything but the pair of brilliant blue eyes fixated on you as you slowly walked forward. You weren't sure that you were consciously moving, just trusting Clint to keep guiding you on. The look on Bucky's face knocked the wind out of you. No one had ever looked at you like that before; like you were starlight and he was awestruck.
Besides that, he looked breathtaking. Sam did a good job with the suit, deep blue and velvet trimmed. It certainly brought out his eyes. He looked impossibly handsome and it further stole the air from your lungs.
And just like that you were standing in front of him. You watched him try to discreetly wipe a tear from his eye and you fought to keep your own eyes dry. Clint let go of your arm, pulling you in for a crushing hug which you gladly returned. He placed a kiss to the side of your head. “Love you, Kes.”
“Love you too, Hawk,” you echoed as he let go.
Clint turned to Bucky, taking his hand and pulling him in for a bro hug. “Remember; you fuck up, you're fertilizer,” he whispered before letting go and moving to sit with his family.
Bucky took your hand. “You look incredible, doll,” he whispered as he kissed your hand.
“So do you, handsome,” you replied with a quiet giggle.
“Alright, well, we all know why we're here,” Tony addressed the crowd.
There was hushed laughter. You fought the urge to turn and look at the crowd. Bucky squeezed your hand and you looked at him instead. His showstopping smile pulled you in and kept you grounded. You smiled back.
“They might regret asking me to officiate,” Tony continued. “But here goes…”
The rest of the ceremony was an absolute blur. You kept your eyes on Bucky, repeated after Tony when he asked, and slid a ring on Bucky's vibranium hand.
Then Bucky was wrapping his arms around your waist, dipping you to the side, and sealing his lips to yours in a strong, slow kiss. The crowd erupted in clapping and cheers. He slowly pulled away, smiling at you, as he lifted you back to stand at his side.
“Folks, it's my honor to present, Mr and Mrs Barnes!” Tony declared.
You and Bucky practically ran back up the aisle, your wedding party on your heels as your friends and family continued to clap and cheer for you.
***
Hours passed as pictures were taken and people were greeted and laughter and hugs were given and received. The sun was setting. The dozens of soft lights were lit and people moved about, chatting and eating and drinking.
You were at the bar, enjoying a moment of quiet, when you felt a hand slide across your lower back. You smiled, sipping your drink.
“You better be my husband, or you may not have a hand by the end of the night,” you cautioned whomever was behind you without turning around.
You felt lips at your ears, a soft brush, and a kiss.
“It's a good thing I'm your husband, then,” Bucky replied. You could feel him grin against your ear at the word.
You turned to face him and he cocked his head, a lopsided grin on his lips, his eyes, were, dare you say, just a little glassy? You narrowed your eyes just a bit.
“Thor’s been sharing again?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“He's generous like that,” Bucky replied with a wry smile. “They're calling for our dance, doll.”
Bucky held out his hand and you took it, following him to the dance floor. The sunset was lighting up the mountains in an alpenglow. You focused on the scenery while Bucky swayed and spun you.
“Today was perfect,” you breathed, resting your cheek against his.
“It sure was, baby,” Bucky agreed.
The music was coming to an end. Bucky twirled you around and then dipped you, just like he had at the ceremony, slanting his lips over yours. You wove your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and he held you there for a moment before pulling you upright.
Everyone was clapping again. You heard Sam whistle and rolled your eyes. The DJ announced that the dancefloor was open and it was shortly filled with people. You sauntered back to your table, deciding it was time to ditch your shoes.
You took a beat to just watch what was happening as you set your shoes on Bucky's chair and sipped at your drink. Sam was at the bar with Bruce and Thor. Bruce looked uncomfortable, as always, and you watched Thor clap him on the back. Steve was being led out to the dance floor by Natasha, where Wanda and her boys were already dancing, as were Cooper and Laura, which you found adorable. You watched with a grin as Kate ran over to Peter and yanked him to his feet and into the fray. Peter stiffly swayed her back and forth and she must have said something to make him laugh because he relaxed a little.
Then your view was being blocked by a body. You looked up and grinned.
“How ‘bout it, Kes, you gonna dance with your old man?” Clint held out a hand toward you expectantly.
You laughed and took his hand, getting to your feet and letting him lead you back to the dancefloor.
“You're not really old enough to be my father, Hawk,” you teased.
“Close enough, kid,” he replied as he held you tight and moved you across the floor.
“You look beautiful. I hope he's told you that at least once,” Clint raised an eyebrow.
“He has,” you affirmed. You gave Clint a soft smile. “He's a good man and he loves me, Clint. You know that, right?”
Clint laughed and spun you around.
“Of course I do, Kes,” he replied, shaking his head. “Otherwise, there's no way I woulda let you marry him. It's my job to bust his balls and make sure he stays in line. That's what dads do for their kids,” he said with a snarky grin. “I just hope he's not expecting things from you that you're not willing to give.”
“We talked about it. He knows I don't want to have kids. I made sure we were on the same page. I wouldn't have let him do this if I didn't think we agreed,” you assured him.
Clint nodded and looked a bit relieved. “I just want you to be happy, kid. That's all that matters.”
“I am, Clint, don't worry.” You rested your head on his shoulder and let the song play out.
The night slowly wound down. You danced with your nephew and you and Peter both shed a couple tears. Steve swept you off your feet, literally, and you got the distinct feeling that he was proving a point, most likely to Bucky, that he was just as good a dancer as his friend. Tony took his turn, checking on you, much like Clint had. You danced with your bride's maids and with the kids and there was lots of laughter and pictures.
Bucky found you back at your seat again. He picked up your shoes and took his seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You turned to look at him.
“I think it's time for us to go,” you suggested.
Bucky grinned. “I thought you'd never ask, doll.”
He stood, offering his hand, which you took. You ran around bidding goodnight to your friends and family. You hugged the kids and thanked them for sharing this special day with you. You hugged Peter and asked him to please get a ride back to the city with Kate tomorrow so he didn't have to worry about getting up early to catch trains. He was only too happy to oblige. Clint gave you one last kiss on the forehead, reminding you that home was always with him and his family no matter what, before releasing you back to your new husband.
You and Bucky walked hand in hand away from the crowd where Stephen was waiting to open a portal for you. You stepped over and embraced him.
“Thank you, Stephen,” you said as you pulled away. “This would have been very difficult to pull off without. We're truly grateful.”
Bucky nodded, offering his hand. Which Stephen shook.
“She's right, Strange. Thanks,” Bucky said.
“I'm glad I could be a part of this. Congratulations,” Stephen replied before motioning a circle and opening the gateway for you.
You gave him one last smile as you and Bucky stepped through and it closed behind you.
***
You found yourselves in a large, dimly lit room. On the far wall was an enormous bed and to your right, large French doors that lead to a stone patio. Beyond thin, short trees you could see rolling ocean waves illuminated by moonlight.
Bucky was moving toward a dresser, shedding his suit jacket and setting it down. You set your shoes by a closet door and started for the doors to the patio.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” You asked him as you pulled the doors open. You were hit by the salty breeze, warm and inviting as the sound of the waves beckoned you closer.
“Nope,” Bucky replied as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“Me neither, but I'm guessing the Mediterranean,” you said, attempting to step outside, but Bucky wasn't letting you move.
“We can find out in the morning,” Bucky breathed against your ear. “Right now, you've got a promise to keep.”
Without another word of warning, Bucky lifted you into his arms. He walked you back to the bed, tossing you down. You bounced just a little when you landed, causing you to giggle. You sat up on your elbows, your pulse rising as you watched him grab the hem of your dress, rucking up the skirt. His hands traced your legs, pausing to caress the soft skin of your inner thigh and you sighed.
“If you're planning on getting this off by lifting it over my head, I'm afraid that won't work,” you warned.
He backed up to give you space when you stood. His eyes were already dark and his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip when you gave him a wicked grin and spun around. You pulled your hair out of the way, showing the row of buttons that lined the back of your dress. You looked back over your shoulder at him, that same wicked grin on your lips. You saw him set his jaw, annoyance clearly coloring his face.
“Better get to work, Soldier,” you teased with a chuckle.
He hooked his fingers into the v-shaped edge of your dress. “If you insist, doll,” he growled.
He gave a quick, sharp tug and the dress was ripped down the middle, buttons flying and clattering across multiple surfaces.
“That is not what I meant and you know it, Bucky!” You cried.
He just chuckled as he pushed the remains of the fabric off your body and it fell to the floor. Anything witty he might have said next died on his lips when he saw what you were wearing underneath.
You weren't typically one for lingerie, but you had decided, since it was your wedding night, he deserved something special. His eyes raked over your frame, taking in the deep blue lace covered bustier and matching panties. You slowly turned around and he was practically drooling.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed as he drank you in. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
He crashed his lips to yours, kissing you hard as his hands ran slow and dragging up your sides. He let his fingers glide over the satin and toy with the lace. His tongue slid into your mouth, tangling with yours and pulling a moan from you. You felt his hand cradling your breasts over the fabric. Your hands found his shirt and you tried to start undoing the buttons, but it was hard with the way he was kissing you dizzy.
Bucky's lips detached from you and he rested his forehead against yours while you breathed for a moment. He saw you fumbling with his shirt and smirked.
“Here, let me help you with that, doll,” he said as he grabbed the shirt and tore it open. More buttons scattered throughout the room.
You bit your lip, eyes falling half lidded. “I wanna scold you, but, fuck, if it's not the hottest thing in the universe when you do that.” You laid your hands on his bare chest, running them up to his shoulders and shoving the fabric off to land on the floor.
You moaned when he attached his lips to your neck, marking the skin with his teeth and tongue. His mouth continued to work over your neck and throat, encouraging moans and whimpers from your lips. Your hands clawed at this chest, nails leaving red marks. He lifted his head with a deep groan when you sucked a deep red mark into his chest just below the seam on his left shoulder.
His fingers dug into your hips pulling you against him, hard and you felt his erection straining against the confines of his pants. You let your fingertips ghost across his skin, over his sculpted abdomen, until they met with his belt and you unbuckled it. You felt his fingers hooking into your panties as he stared into your eyes and you put a hand on his to still him. He gave you a questioning look.
“Tonight you're going first, love,” you whispered as you undid his pants and pushed them off his hips along with his briefs. He stepped out and kicked them aside.
You held his eyes as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him. He looked like he was holding his breath as he watched you slowly take his cock in your hand and run your tongue along the underside, swirling it when you reached the tip. Bucky let out a low, deep growl when your mouth closed around him, hands tangling in your hair.
“Baby, that feels so good,” he rasped as you took him deeper, sucking and caressing with your tongue.
His hands in your hair tugged when he hit the back of your throat and you hummed against him, making him groan. You bobbed your head on his shaft as he held your head and his hips bucked into you gently. You continued sucking and swirling your tongue and you heard him panting above you.
“Ahh, baby, don't stop, I'm gonna come,” he warned and you bobbed faster, letting him hold your head and guide you.
You sucked hard against him and he came, spurting down your throat. You worked him through his orgasm until he pulled you back and you released him with a pop. You smiled up at him through your lashes, biting your lip.
“Fuck, you're gonna kill me with that look, doll,” Bucky drawled.
You smiled wider and winked and he growled. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to your feet. “Now it's your turn, baby,” he whispered before claiming your lips and stepping forward to force you down on the bed. He leaned down with you as you laid back, kissing you fiercely as you went.
Once you were on your back, he stood up again and admired the view. The lust-blown look in your eyes, your kiss-bitten lips, the way your chest heaved against the bustier as you struggled to catch your breath. He would never get enough of you, he was sure of it.
Bucky kneeled down beside the bed between your legs. He gripped below your knees, pulling you a bit closer to the edge. You propped yourself up on your elbows watching him about to hook his fingers into the band of your panties. He caught your eye and you smirked, biting your lip again.
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What, baby?”
You grinned wider and let your knees fall open, baring your wet pussy to his view. You watched feeling triumphant as his jaw slacked and his nostrils flared.
“Crotchless panties, fuck, baby, I told you, you're gonna kill me,” he practically whined before immediately diving his tongue into you.
You fell back against the bed, writhing, as he ate you like a man starved. He grabbed your ankles and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. His tongue assaulted your clit, sucking and swirling. You were practically screaming his name, pressing your pussy into his face, thighs clamping around his head. A few moments more, and you came with a vengeance, grabbing his hair and holding on for dear life as he worked you through the high and back down.
When he finally lifted his head, stubble glistening, you were practically seeing stars. You watched, breathless and boneless, as he rose from the floor, keeping your legs over his shoulders. You watched him crawl over you, forcing your legs higher, until you were folded in half. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging your entrance and each soft brush of the head made you whimper.
He dipped his head to kiss along the top of your breasts and slowly pressed his cock into you. You moaned low and deep as he slowly filled you up, your hands fisting the blanket beneath you.
Bucky groaned as he watched the beautiful way your lips parted and you let out loud moans of his name when he entered you. He squeezed his eyes shut when he bottomed out, biting down hard on his lip to keep from coming when another beautiful moan rolled off your lips.
“I'll never get tired of those noises, doll,” he breathed, pulling you in for a sloppy open mouthed kiss. He sucked on your tongue as he pulled back to thrust into you again, swallowing the cry that rose in your throat. He began to thrust steadily into you, watching as your head fell back and eyes squeezed shut.
Strings of incoherent thoughts left your lips along with chants of his name and your hands came up to grip his biceps. Your nails bit into his skin, and he growled. He sat back, snaking his arms underneath your body and pulling you flush to his chest, before picking up his pace, pounding into you so hard you thought you might split in half.
Little cries of ‘uh, uh’ left your lips as he hit your spot with each thrust and he was fighting hard to stay in control. Finally, his next thrust sent you soaring with a guttural scream of his name and he tumbled right behind you, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
Bucky collapsed on top of you for a moment, kissing you hard, before rolling to lay on his back beside you. You turned to him, laughing at the look of complete bliss on his face.
“Were you trying to fuck your way into my soul, make sure that last name sticks?” You asked with a devilish smile.
Bucky turned to look at you, that damn smile that had you weak in the knees from the moment you met him plastered across his face. His hand reached out and cupped your jaw. “The name’s yours now, love. Too late to take it back.”
You just rolled your eyes and laughed. His hand dropped to trace the lace along the top of your bustier.
“I take it the lingerie was a good idea?” You asked, though the answer was obvious.