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When Bucky made his way back to the room, you and Clint were both passed surrounded by leftover pizza and calzone. He crossed to his side of the bed and shook Clint's shoulder.
Clint blinked his eyes and sat up. “You're relieved, Barton,” Bucky said quietly.
Clint nodded and climbed off the bed. Bucky picked up the takeout boxes and walked over to set them on the coffee table.
“I can't believe she's sleeping again,” he remarked as he looked back at you. “I guess that's normal, though, right?” He looked at Clint with raised eyebrows.
Clint narrowed his eyes and was clearly going to reply he didn't know what Bucky meant, but he was cut off.
“I know she's pregnant,” Bucky stated. “I figured it out- well, actually I guess Steve figured it out.”
Clint sighed, a serious look on his face. “Listen, man, I know she's your wife and I can't tell you what to do, but I'm asking you; don't try to confront her. Let her come to you.”
“I know. I will,” Bucky replied. He watched you peacefully sleep for a moment before turning to face Clint.
“Thank you,” Bucky said. “I know I don't always act like it, but it means a lot to me that you look out for her.”
“I'll always look out for her, Barnes,” Clint said with a clap to Bucky's shoulder. “That's what dads do. You might even find out for yourself. I guess we'll see.”
Clint patted him on the shoulder once more and left.
Bucky decided not to wake you and instead went to take a shower. He had just stepped under the water when he heard the creak of the door being opened. You came into view and sat on the countertop opposite the shower stall.
“Is Steve still mad at you?” You asked. You noticed his ring was sitting next to the sink and you picked it up, turning it over in your hands.
“No, he's over it,” Bucky answered as he ducked his head under the water. He ran his hands through his hair. It was getting longer again.
“That's good,” you absently replied as you ran your fingers over the surface of his ring. There were cracks and divots in the metal, a straight up chunk taken out of one part. “What the hell happened to your ring?”
“My guess is it can't stand up to the beating my vibranium arm takes, unfortunately,” he replied. “Maybe I can have a vibranium one made, or maybe Shuri can design a modification for my arm that incorporates a ring.”
“That's a good idea,” you mindlessly replied. But you were barely listening because he was rubbing soap all over his naked, god-like frame as you watched and it was destroying your ability to form thoughts.
You slid from the counter and stood in front of the shower door. Bucky turned to look at you, popping an eyebrow. You bit your lip as you watched him.
“Doll?” He asked.
You grabbed your T-shirt and pulled it off, shedding your shorts and panties just as quickly. Bucky followed your movements as you opened the door and stepped in beside him. You stepped closer and wound your arms around his neck. He set his hands on your hips. You gave him a sultry smile, looking at him through your lashes.
“You looked lonely,” you purred.
Bucky cracked a crooked smile. “Good thing you're here to keep me company, then, huh?”
You hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of his jaw. His grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you closer, flush against him. You moved to bury your face in the crook of his neck and his hands slid around to the small of your back. Bucky leaned his head against yours and you heard him asking Friday to play music.
A familiar soft tune floated quietly through the air. Bucky started swaying the two of you gently as the water continued to cascade over your bodies. You turned to lay your head on his shoulder, quietly singing along with the song.
“I don't tell you enough how much I love the sound of your voice,” Bucky said.
You smiled against his skin with a muted laugh. “That's a good line, Buck. I don't think you've used that one before.” You picked your head up to look at him again with a knowing grin. “But, you do know I'm your wife which means you don't have to feed me lines to get laid anymore, right?”
Bucky dropped his mouth open, a look of mock-hurt on his face. “Feed you lines? That hurts, baby,” he gave you an exaggerated pout, which made you laugh.
“I've seen you do it. Don't deny it,” you insisted.
Bucky grinned before he bent his knees, slid his hands to the backs of your thighs, and lifted you to rest on his hips. Your legs wound around him and he pressed your back to the tiles.
“Alright,” he yielded. “Maybe I've been known to use a line here or there.”
You smirked as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “I'm not saying they didn't work.”
“Either way that wasn't a line,” he reiterated. He bent his neck to kiss along the side of yours.
You softly moaned when his lips met the crook of your neck and you dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He laid his tongue against your skin and licked a line down to your collarbone and back which made you whine and you rolled your hips against his.
“Maybe it wasn't, but the result is the same, apparently,” you mused. You moaned again when you felt his hand between your bodies, stroking you and lightly rubbing your clit.
Bucky just groaned as you reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him strong strokes as you tried to encourage him toward your entrance. He moved his hand back to your thigh and pushed his hips forward, sliding into you with ease as you moaned his name.
He paused and rested his forehead against yours. “We fit so perfect, doll, like we were made for each other,” he whispered. “God, I can't believe how much time we wasted when we could have had this.”
He emphasized his words with a sharp thrust of his hips and you let out a strangled cry.
“Believe me, I think we've been making up for lost time,” you replied.
But he was too distracted by the feel of your walls squeezing him as he continued to rail you against the wall to respond. You moaned and whined, grabbing at his hair as he thrust you into the tiles.
“I want you, doll. No matter what,” he rasped, as his pace began to stutter. “You know that, baby, don't you?”
You couldn't barely get enough breath with the way he was relentlessly pounding you, but you managed to open your eyes and meet his. His face was so pleading, begging you to believe him.
You moved your hands from his hair to cage his face. “I know, Buck.”
He smiled and then his thrusts got impossibly harder and a moment later you were unraveling, screaming his name as it echoed against the tiled walls. He wasn't far behind.
He held you close, breathing deeply, tangled together for what felt like a lifetime, before finally setting you back on your feet.
You smiled at him before wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your cheek to his chest. You felt his arms enveloping your shoulders and his chin resting on your head.
“Goddamnit, I love you, Bucky Barnes,” you giggled.
“I love you, too, YN Barnes,” he breathed.
You stayed there for a long time just holding each other, taking a beat to appreciate what you had found when you sat on the brink of chaos.
You eventually told Bucky you were getting water logged and you both got out. As you wrapped yourself in a towel, your eyes landed on his ring on the vanity again and you had an idea. You picked it up and headed out to your dresser and started searching through boxes and drawers.
“What're you looking for?” Bucky asked, coming to stand by you as he wrapped a towel around his hips.
“This,” you replied, turning back to him. You held out your hand to show a long braided silver chain.
You unclasped the chain and threaded it through his ring. You coupled the clasp again and held it out to him. “Until we can get something that holds up better in battle,” you suggested.
Bucky gave you a soft smile. He reached out and took the chain, but to your surprise, he held it open and slipped it over your head.
“How ‘bout you hang on to it for me, doll,” he countered. “We're going to Wakanda in a couple weeks anyway, to start testing that procedure to remove Vision’s stone. I'll talk to Shuri then.”
“Alright,” you agreed. You absently ran your fingers over the ring as it hung at your chest.
You tilted your head and offered a little half grin. “I think we should just spend the rest of the day in bed. Just you and me.”
Bucky gave you a cocky grin. “Just you and me? You don't wanna invite Clint or Sam, make it a party?”
You snorted. “I know you and Sam have some great chemistry,” you teased and Bucky scrunched his face up in disgust. You laughed and ran your hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders.
“Oh yeah, what about you and Clint? Maybe this whole daddy/daughter thing is just code for some kinky shit,” he teased back as he grabbed your waist and pulled you toward him.
You really snorted at that, plunking your head against his chest as laughter overtook you.
“Buck, that's just plain horrifying,” you breathed through giggles.
“So is the thought of me and Sam, so it serves you right,” he retorted. “But I think just you and me for the rest of the day is a great idea.”
You couldn't have known that would be the last night you shared before the world as you knew it was erased.
***
…3 days later…
You stared at the ramp as it dropped to the ground, unsure if you could compel yourself to walk forward. Across the field you could see the white farm house. You thought about those inside, waiting for news. This was not the news you wanted to give. You felt weighted, heavy, burdened, and you began to doubt that you could lift your own feet. You heard footfalls and felt an equally heavy presence stop at your side.
“How are we supposed to tell them?” You asked as you stared at the house in the distance.
“The same way we've done everything else; together,” Steve replied.