The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 12)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bullet wounds, pain, kinda angsty, then cut, then angsty, them cute again, pretty good since it’s been a while.

A/N: I KNOW the last part left a cliff hanger and then I didn’t write for this series for months. I know. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. But I promise the wait was worth it (hopefully). Also this is the Imani face claim I chose because I think I’m gonna make her a more prominent character. Anyway, I hope you guys like it like I do, and I promise you’ll continue to slowly see things trickle out from this blog. Love you all!!! ❤️

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Masterlist

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    You first quickly make your way to Sam, immediately checking his vitals. “Steve, I need you to keep James awake.” As Steve goes to do his assignment, you find a low, even heartbeat and slow, steady breathing from Sam, as if he was asleep. Next you remove the tape from the towels to lift them up one at a time, visually inspecting both wounds. The one on his side was a deep graze. It doesn’t look like it hit his ribs, glad that is one less bullet you have to worry about. Next you examine his leg, less enthused about this wound. It was in the outside region of his upper leg, so the femoral artery wasn’t a concern, but there was no exit wound.

    "Hey, Buck. Y/N needs you to stay awake, okay bud.“ Steve starts to to shake Bucky gently. You turn to look at him as you go to reach for the first aid kit. The look on his side profile was filled with worry and as much as you could sympathize with, you had a task to attend to.

    "Steve, I know you don’t want to hurt him, but you have to wake him up. Try a bit harder for me, and if that doesn’t work, your gonna need to do a sternum rub, okay?” Your stare on Steve was intense as you waited for affirmation. He was shocked at your commanding tone but quickly nods and goes back to waking Bucky. You place your focus back onto Sam as you pull on your gloves, removing the towel from his side first and the small piece of gauze that covered the gash. You grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the table and pour it on a fresh, folded piece of gauze. “I’m so sorry, Sam.” You mumble, quickly bringing the gauze to the wound. The intensity of the burning was enough to wake Sam and cause him to swiftly kick you away. You groan at the impact as Sam beings to apologize profusely.

    "I’m so sorry. *Wince* I didn’t know it was you*wince* Fuck everything hurts.“ You calm him down and hand him a pillow for the couch, then begun to slowly bring the gauze back in.

    "It’s fine. But you’re gonna want to bite this hard because I’ve got to clean that wound.” You allow him to ready himself, watching as he places the corner of the pillow in his mouth, then being to count down without getting to zero. Right as you placed the gauze there’s a knock at the door. “It’s open, Mani.” You call, trying to keep Sam from squirming too much. She enters and looks around at the grim site before her.

    "Well, I-uh-wow-“ You continue to wipe around the wound with the gauze a bit more before starting to secure a fresh piece of gauze to it, sneaking glances back at your stupified friend.

    "I know, I’ll explain later. Right now I need you to channel your previous life as an ER nurse and help Steve with Bucky.” You turn back to Sam, scanning his face for signs of fainting, which is expected with the pain he was most likely feeling. “Steve, Imani. Imani, Steve.” You nudge your head toward your friend as you start on cleaning Sam’s leg wound.

    "Hi.“ Is all Steve could muster to the woman next to him now. Her wide, deep brown eyes quickly scanned Steve’s face, lingering on his own ocean blue eyes before finally speaking. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a moment but first lets help James. And, uh, nice to meet you… finally.” She lifts the towel that now stuck to Bucky by the crusted over blood. It was a deep gash, no sign of a bullet entrance. “Steve, can you hand me gloves,  a piece of gauze, and the alcohol, please?” Steve nods and hastily does what the woman asks. He watches as Imani expertly pulls on her gloves, the pulls surrounding fabric from around his wound. “Steve, he may be asleep now, but when I put this on him, you are possibly the only person that can keep him restrained. And just, be prepared. He’s gonna be in a lot of pain.” She proceeds to pour a heavy dose of alcohol on to the gauze and presses it to the wound, earning increasingly jerking flinches from Bucky. She then begins to gently wipe the wound, the burn to the exposed muscle, fully waking him up and causing Steve to put his whole weight into him.

    “Come on buddy, I know it burns, but Miss Imani here needs to clean you up. Now stay…still…” Steve groans pushing Buck’s shoulders into the chair.

    “Hey, we need to get them somewhere that can remove these bullets.” You say focusing on your task at hand. Sam winces as you begin to secure a clean piece of gauze to his second wound. “Not the hospital though.” Steve watches as Imani animatedly flips her head back around, finishing wiping around Bucky’s wound before getting a fresh gauze. 

    “Well, we could try to get them to the compound quickly. I know Bruce is there for the next couple of weeks. He can help. I can drive.” Steve relaxes his grip on Bucky when he realized that his whinces have become less dramatic, possibly due to the pain being so sever at first that it numbed at this point.

    “Compound? The one upstate that you told me about?” Imani turns to ask you, securing down one side of medical tape before pulling out another one. She watches you nod then turns back to secure the second piece of tape. “If that’s the case we’re taking my car.” She looked over at Steve and his shocked, confused expression. “It’s a Mustang. You can still drive, but if the broken down Beetle is your’s, it would take forever for us to get there.” A small grin grows on Steve’s face as he lets out a small chuckle before helping you stand Sam up to take him and Bucky to Imani’s car.

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    Imani was right about her car being quicker, because with Steve driving rather than it taking 2 and a half hours, Steve somehow shaved an hour off the time, though the ride seemed a bit longer due to Buck and Sam’s bickering on who was hurting most and who did what before they both passed out. So there you sat next to Bucky, looking at the picture Peter sent you of him and Louise, Louise in one of his shirts as a form of pajama, as a form of check up, every once in a while, looking up to watch Imani fix Steve up, unknowing of the awe-filled– and possibly lust filled– gaze he laid upon her. You just grinned and looked back down at your phone, backing out of the photo and scrolling through the texts between you and Peter. You knew he was part of the team, so you felt like it wouldn’t hurt to let him know what’s going on. As you started reading you felt a shift underneath your hand that grasped Bucky’s, prompting you to look his way.

    “Hey. How are you feeling?” You gently place a hand on his face and glance up and down his body, examining him.

    “Simultaneously high and in pain.” He groans out a chuckle and attempts to sit up, Stopped by his now suttured and covered wound.

    “Yeah, probably shouldn’t sit up to quick. Bruce, uh, had to remove a bullet fragments from your wound and then sew you up. Luckily, they was very superficial so it didn’t take much effort at all.” Bucky nods at your words and keeps a loving gaze on you, and as relieved as you were for him to finally be awake, you couldn’t helped but feel irked about the whole situation. “James, what happened?”

    “Would you accept mission gone wrong?” He charms, but your contemplating frown still stuck to your face, this skepticism stemming from when Steve told you the same thing. “Okay, we may have mistepped a bit but we’re okay.”

    “James, Sam is in surgery. Sure, they’re both luckily minor injuries considering the bullet that was in his thigh may have missed his femoral artery, but it was still dangerous nonetheless.” You still held on to Bucky’s hand, your thumb nervously rubbing his fingers. “Was this a S.H.I.EL.D. thing or…?” You now looked between Steve and Bucky, who’s eyes began to grow wide, giving you indication of the answer. “You guys got into this trouble all on your own, huh?”

    “Umm, I think Steve said he wanted to give me a tour of the compound. Right, Steve?” Imani grabs Steve’s hand and motions her head to the door, then leans in to whisper in his ear. “You do not want her anger towards James to jump onto you. Get out while you still can.”

    “But it was-” Imani yanks Steve’s arm and drags him out before he could further incriminate himself. “The mission was my idea.” He looks down at Mani, eyes as pitiful as a guilty child. “I need to apologize.”

    “You can do so later, when she calms down.” She places a hand on Steve’s elbow that was closest to the door. “I think right now she’s more scared than mad. Give her time. Show me around. And, uh, maybe we could get a drink?” She suggests, remembering the large wall of liquor behind a bar in the main room. She gets a hint of a grin and a nod from Steve before he finally leads her away from the room.

    Back in the room, your face seemed to be in a long term scowl as Bucky tries to explain the situation. “Listen, it was something that S.H.I.E.L.D couldn’t have known or else it would’ve gotten more people hurt than necessary. I honestly can’t tell you anymore than that. It could put you in danger.” You remove your hand from his, swiftly avoiding Bucky’s attempt to retrieve your hand again and stand from your seat to begin pacing.

    “So how often do you oh so willingly run toward the danger without being provoked?” You stop and look at Bucky, who now seemed equally as angry as you. “Don’t look at me like that.”

    “Do you know what my job entails? I’m not a rodeo clown. I work to keep the world safe. To keep you and Louise safe.” Bucky’s volume increased with his words.

    “Don’t you think I know that! That’s one of the reasons why I love you, damnit. But it seems that the danger seems to follow you. And what if it follows you when you have Lou,… and I’m not there?” You sigh and walk back to the chair, plopping down. “Bucky, I’m not mad, not completely mad at least, I’m scared. If something happened to you, or something happened while you were watching Lou and I couldn’t get there in time, I-I would die. I wouldn’t know what to do.” Your voice cracks and a tear falls from your eye, which Bucky quickly turns to wipe away, wincing when he realizes he’s still in the hospital bed for a reason.

    “I understand, and I promise to be more careful and think before following Steve into the fire again. I guess it’s just weird to know that I have a girl with a daughter who both expect me to be alive enough to come home. But if anything were to happen and you weren’t there, they would have to kill me to lay a finger on Louise, okay? And I’m hard to kill.” You nod and laugh through your now ceasing sobs. 

    “Okay” He takes your hand and gently presses it to his lips, knowing that it would be more painful if he were to try to kiss you at the moment. You catch on and lean over to give him a long, sweet peck on the lips, at this point relieved that he was still here with you. When you pull back your brain rewinds Bucky’s words. Follow Steve, huh? You stand from your chair again. “I’ll be right back.” You exit the infirmary like room and quickly head to the main room where you, unsurprisingly, found Steve and Imani flirting at the bar in the back of the room. “You.” You point to Steve and then point in front of you, to which he followed the silent instructions to come stand in front of you.

    “So, uh, Buck told you.” He nervously rubs the back of the neck, gaze directed downward into your eyes. 

    “Kinda. But I wanted to hear it from you.” Your eyebrows were raised as you crossed your arms.

    “I-uh-was the one who proposed the mission.” He flinched when you motioned to hit his arm but continued when you pulled back. “It was-or at least seemed like- a small threat that, if it grew, would be big trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D in the future if it wasn’t taken care of right now. I didn’t know it would be such trouble.” This was the moment you took to thud him in the abdomen, seemingly hard enough to get a reaction that was most likely due to some bruised ribs. 

    “That’s fine. But can we please try to be more careful next time. I was supposed to be off tonight and tomorrow but it looks like I’ll be taking care of some people.” You turn on your heel and head back to the room Bucky was laid up in, hearing indistinct conversation going on between Steve and Mani as you walked away.

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    “Don’t think I don’t remember the PAIN you put me through when I woke up.” Sam bitches from his wheelchair that was parked next to the large couch in the main room. You sat at the end closest to Sam with Bucky’s head in your lap, stroking his free roaming hair, scratching his scalp every once in a while.

    “Me putting you through that pain is what kept you alive without having an infection. So you should be thanking me.” You flip your head to look at Sam, smug grin on your face. 

    “I appreciate it, doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.” Sam mumbles, earning a smack on his arm from you.

    Over at the bar was Imani, Steve and Bruce. Steve, who was behind the bar was having an obviously engaging conversation with Imani, who was sitting at the bar listening, highly interested. Bruce sat next to Imani, but had his attention on your conversation with Sam. 

    “She’s right. If it wasn’t for her and Ms. Jefferson, your’s and Barnes’ injuries would be worse. Especially if you were to stick with your original plan of waiting it out through the night, one of you idiots would be dead so…” He takes a sip of the water that sat in front of him and looks over his glasses at Sam.

    “Man, shut up.” Was all Sam could retaliate, making those that were listening laugh.

    “Thank you again for coming to help. And letting me drive that car of your’s.” Steve was leaning on his crossed arms that were on the bar. 

    “Well, I’m glad Y/N called me to come help, or else I wouldn’t have finally met you.” She takes a sip of the Screwdriver Steve made her, the second of the drinks he has made for the beautiful woman he was so lucky to have met today-or yesterday since it was now 4:00 in the morning. “Y/N has told me a bit about you.”

    “Like what?” His heart rate increases slightly at not knowing what Imani was about to say.

    “Well, that you’re great with Lou. She said that you weren’t to bad looking, which frankly I agree.” Her voice trailed with those last words which made Steve laugh a heavenly chuckle. “And that you seemed extremely trustworthy.” His chest puffed with that last comment which emboldened him to finally make his move.

     “She should’ve added in there that I would very much like to take her very beautiful, very charming best friend on a date sometime soon. Tomorrow at 7, maybe?” He moves Imani’s now empty glass from in front of her and places a glass of water.

    “Smooth, but this glass of water should really be for you, since you seem so thirsty.” She takes a sip, turning her eyes toward the couch where you and Sam seemed to frantically turn back around as if you guys weren’t listening in to the conversation. “It’s your lucky day. I don’t have a shift tomorrow.” She take out her phone from her pocket, taps a few times on it then hands it to Steve. ”Put your number in.” He does as she tells him and then hands it back to her. She then sends a quick text with her name and address. 

    “I did not expect this to go so well.” Steve says a bit under his breath as he looks at the text that came through to his phone.

    “This is not fair.” Sam sighs, then turns his attention back to you. “Can you please hook me up one of your friends? Please? I promise I’ll be good.”

    You laugh at his pleas, then sit and think about it. After a few seconds Imani chimes in. “What about Sherry? That Cardio intern?” You gleefully clap at the suggestion then turn back to Sam.

    “Yes, Sherry! She adorable, maybe a year younger than Mani and I. Short brownskin with a lot of hair. She graduated top of her class at UPenn. She’s only a little shy. Ugh, you’ll love her.”

    “Fine, thank you. Now I don’t feel so left out now.” Sam fidgets with the wheels of his chair, seeming to be trying to get used to it.

    “Good, no one wants that.” You chuckle, scratching Bucky’s scalp again, happy knowing that everything is okay now.

Part 13

The Man with the Metal Arm (Part 13)

Here’sPart 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9Part 10Part 11 Part 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cute, slightly suggestive, mention of ex, plot thickens

A/N: Heeyyyy, how y'all doin?? I know it’s been more than a while since I have written, and I apolagize for that. School, as always, got me all the way fucked up, luckily summer courses have started which are shorter and (for me) all online soooo. Also my 21st b-day is coming so you know I’m excited for that. Anyway, I started writing this like half way through TFATWS bc Bucky with personality was good inspiration. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy. Love you all!❤️❤️

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A couple weeks later you find yourself moving around your place, picking up dishes here, wiping off a surface there, moving to the music of your 60s Playlist that played to the lone earphone in your right ear. Louise was taking a nap in her room and has been since 4 that afternoon. It was now 6 pm. Were you gonna regret it later when all she’ll want to do is play or watch a movie or dance to music at 11 pm? Possibly. But right now all you know is that the house was quiet, everyone you know and love are safe, and tomorrow was one of the few Saturdays you had off and all you were planning to do was watch TV in either the comfy pajamas you own or in your underwear. You still had to choose, and maybe you could just have Peter watch Lou. If so you should text him now. Your thoughts began to drift, wondering if May would be there to help Peter, wondering if you could plan some sort of day out with her and Imani soon, but the thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when you hear a knock at the door. You quickly move over to look out the peephole, swiftly pulling back to open the door when you see that it’s Bucky.

“Hey, how are you doing today?” Bucky chuckles as you jump into his arms, squeezing his neck in a tight hug. “Woah there, we just talked last night.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t had affectionate contact, or any physical contact for that matter, from the man that I love for 3 weeks. I’m touch starved, you can’t blame me.” You speak into his neck, taking hefty sniffs of the cologne you love so much and rubbing your face on his few day old stubble. Bucky continues to hold onto your clinging body as he takes a few steps inside your place to close the door.

“Fine, I guess. Where’s Louise?” Bucky sets you down and lightly pulls at a few coils that stuck out of your pulled back puff as you continue to rub at the stubble that adorned his face and study his tired eyes. He always looked tired, even if he had a full night’s sleep.

“Taking a nap.” He cocks an eyebrow at your word with unsaid concern. “I know she’ll be up all night, but I’ve gotten so much done.” You whine, gesturing to the kitchen. That doesn’t stop Bucky from looking around the entrance and the living room, which is currently slightly cluttered with Lou’s toys and coloring apparatuses. “I know, I’m not working as fast as I should be, I may have taken a couple short naps here and there.” Bucky just sighs and gives you a lingering peck on the forehead before moving around you to start picking up toys.

“What are you doing for dinner?” Bucky stands and turns to look at you, stretching and groaning as he does.

“I ordered pizza.” You smile, rubbing his jaw as you head back to the kitchen.

Right as Bucky closed the door after accepting the pizza from the delivery person, almost as if it was staged, a small voice came from the door of Lou’s room.

“Do we get pi- BUCKY!” The little girl with her hair still askew, sprints to Bucky and clings onto his right leg.

“Woah there, Puff. Let me set this down first.” You watch through the pass-through from the kitchen as Bucky limps over to the living room table. “What is it with you and your mom and clinging to me today.” A squealing giggle is earned from his comment before he finally sets the pizza down, swiftly picking up Lou in return and swinging her around.

“Is Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam coming, too?” Lou runs her little hands through Bucky’s hair as Bucky’s eyes met yours before he made a choice decision.

“Uh, no. I thought it could just be you, me and your mom.” Lou’s hands stop what they’re doing and Bucky watches as tears well up in her eyes. The next moment consisted of a hard toddler yank to Bucky’s hair, that had you running in to pull her off of him and setting her on the ground.

“What in the world, was that?” Your voice was stern, but it wasn’t a yell, and it definitely held your four year old’s attention.

“I want to see Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve.” Lou inexpertly crosses her arms and scrunches her face. The attitude doesn’t go fully unchecked when you change your stance to match hers, shifting your weight to one side and crossing your arms, but instead your face sported a cocked eyebrow.

“Fix your tone, little girl.” Silence rests between the two of you, with Bucky standing off to the side, not knowing what to do. “Now,” you squat down at first to meet your daughter’s eyeline, but when your knees begin to fail on you, you go for a straight kneel before you continue. “I know you like when Steve and Sam come around. They are a lot of fun aren’t they?” Your question receives a small head nod which allows you to continue. “Your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam love you very much, but they can’t always be here. I will see if they can come over soon, but you cannot do this again. When you want something, you ask nicely, and if you can’t have what you want right now, what you just did is a no-no. Now apologize to Bucky for pulling his hair.”

“Sorry Bucky.” Lou’s voice trembles as she walks over to Bucky. He picks her up onto his hip and hugs her close after using his unoccupied hand to help you up off the ground.

“Hey, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m fine.” Bucky’s calm voice soothes her before the crying even starts.

“Hey, let me take her. Can you go get some plates?” Bucky nods and hands Louise off, but fluffs her hair once before he goes to get the plates. “I love you, babygirl. So much.” You bring her close to kiss and take a whiff of her scent that honestly hasn’t changed since she was born. “You want some pizza?” Lou nods lightly so you set her down on the couch and head back the kitchen to get everyone something to drink, right as Bucky comes back with the plates. “Show Bucky what piece you want.”

A couple hours later, two empty pizza boxes laid empty on the table and a tired four year old layed asleep with her head on Bucky’s thigh and her feet occasionally kicking you. “Thirteen hours of labor and this is the thanks I get.” You grumble under your breath after receiving one last kick before standing up to clean the dinner dishes. You take one last look at Bucky and his loving gaze on your daughter before heading back to the kitchen. As you put the cups in the sink you laugh at the devious thankfulness you have for your daughter’s temper tantrum and crying earlier because that never fails to knock her out and hopefully her circadian rhythm will take over.

“I’m gonna go put her down.” You jump out of your thoughts when you hear Bucky’s voice behind you at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just, in my head.” You shake the water off your hands and turn around. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead and put her down, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Uh, do you want me to wrap her hair?” He gently adjusts her on his hip, freezing when she shifted in her sleep.

“Nah, not necessary. It might wake her up, and I don’t want her to wake up. I might regret this choice later but right now, I don’t care.” You finish your spiel with your lightly bubble covered hand against the counter behind you. Bucky just slowly nods and heads back to your daughter’s bedroom.

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself in your room, quietly making out with your boyfriend. He sat on the foot of your bed, hands gripping your ass as your tongues fervently danced together. Once the moment to come up for air came, you took that opportunity to push Bucky back onto the bed, and then sent a welcomed attack on his lips that had him pulling you closer than what would be considered humanly possible. After some time, his lips moved down to your neck, the scratch of his facial hair sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Ah, James…” The words quietly drip from your mouth, and the vibration from his chuckled response causes you to moan quietly.

“Oh, it’s James now. Okay.” His right hand begin to trail up and down your torso, gently lifting your shirt until its finally up over your head. He flips the two of you over and sits back on his heels to get a look at you. “Say my name again. Please.” His voice is deep, sultry, and you watch as he slowly gets up from the bed and move to the foot of the bed, lightly griping your leggings.

“James.” Your words start Bucky’s removal of you pants, hooded eyes keeping your gaze on his, but after a few seconds the removal stops.

“Again.” You do as told and he continues, slowly pulling at leggings with help from you shimmying. This repeating continued until your pants are finally off, but a small detail that Bucky didn’t pay attention to was how your words began to slur together and fade off, and how your shimmies became less vigorous, so by the time Bucky had removed his own shirt and pants, all he saw when he looked up was you asleep, head fallen to the side and a small amount of drool already escaping from your mouth. “She did seem pretty tired.” Bucky goes into the top right drawer of dresser to get one of your big night shirts then reaching into the adjacent drawer filled with his own items that he brings over whenever he stays the night for a pair of pajama pants. He pulls on your night shirt for you and tries his best to tie on your scarf before finally climbing into bed next to you, pulling you into his body before finally falling asleep.

Lou’s little feet pad along the wooden floor, first to your side of the bed to attempt to wake you up, but when the effort led to a fruitless reward, she moves over to where Bucky was laying.

"Bucky.” Lou begins to shake at his back which was currently facing her direction, and once she sees him stir slightly she continues. “Bucky, wake up Bucky.” She climbs into the bed and sits on her tucked under legs and starts to play with his hair again. He got a rather drastic hair cut a week ago, and she’s just been trying to familiarize herself with the style. The light touch of her fingers and the sing-songy way say repeated his name eventually had him awake enough to flip over and look at her.

“What’s up, Puff?” He wraps an arm around her as she pushes the Rouge hairs on his forehead out of his face.

“I’m hungry.” Her focus still on Bucky’s forehead.

“What time is it?” Bucky tries his hardest to stall fully getting out of bed, but deep down he knew it was a frivolous effort.

“Time for breakfast.” She now begins to lightly tap out a beat on Bucky’s head, so he answers quickly to get it to stop.

“Okay, okay. Go turn on something for us to watch. I’ll be out there in a second.” The child immediately leaped of the bed and ran to the living room, giving Bucky room to look at his phone on his night stand for the time. 6:00 am. He slowly makes his way out of the bed, pulling on his shirt that was still sprawled out on the floor and heads out to the kitchen to start breakfast, but not before giving you a light peck on the forehead.

Your internal alarm clock had you stretching and reaching for your phone at 8:45 am. It just so happened that as you scrolled through your notifications, eyeing texts from Imani and Sherry about their dates with Steve and Sam respectively, you nose catches a whiff a heavenly smelling breakfast, and the equally heavenly sound of both Louise’s and Bucky’s laughter from outside your bedroom door. So after going through and responding to said texts, you get up and pull some shorts on under your nightshirt and head out to the kitchen.

“Hi, mommy! Me and Bucky are making breakfast.” Lou’s little head pops out from around Bucky’s torso. “He let me pour the waffle dough.”

“It’s called batter, Puff.” Bucky turns his head to smile at you. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You walk over and lightly kiss his lips then look over his shoulder to see the waffle iron closed and steaming. “Be careful, baby.” You feel your child’s, now daunting, curls, and watch them bounce as she nods to display that she was listening.

“Hey, we should go on a date tonight.” You blink from behind the refrigerator door, watching as Bucky unknowingly lifts Lou off of the step stool and moves the waffle iron next to the sink but back toward the backsplash.

“Uh… okay. Where did this come from?” You grab orange juice from the fridge and close the door, reaching in the upper cabinets to grab cups.

“It would be a redo of our first date.” You totally forgot the night was cut short due to Louise being sick. The part of the date that had occurred was nice, and having him there to help you was also great, but it did suck that a whole portion of the night had to be cut.

“Oh yeah. Well, uhh, if you have something in mind, I just have to see if I can get someone to babysit at such short notice.” You finally sit down at the table with your plate filled with a waffle, a couple pieces of bacon and some eggs.

“Well, I can tell you that Imani and your other friend, uh-ah-Sherry, yeah, they won’t be available.” You look up from scrolling through you phone with a playfully cocked eyebrow.

“And you know this how?” You take a bite of waffle, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“Well, Sam is still trying to woo Sherry, and apparently,” He raises his hands in defense before continuing. “Apparently, Imani has been keeping Steve very busy.” You nearly choke on the waffle your were chewing on trying to stifle your laugh, but the noise and the subject at hand earned your daughters attention from the living room.

“Do I get to see Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam today?!” Her question came out as an excited squealing as she whipped her head back to look at you two.

“Uh, no, babygirl. Not today, but you might be able to hang out with Peter. How does that sound?” You watch as a bright smile spreads across your daughters face and her curls begin to bounce as she hops up from her spot at the coffee table.

“Peter! Yay Peter! My boyfriend!” You and Bucky both stop and look at each other, stifling your laughs.

“You like Peter, huh?” You finish your text asking Peter of he’s free to babysit tonight, and take another bite of waffle.

“Yeah, he’s my bestfriend!” You nod, still holding in a chuckle as Louise smiles brightly.

At that moment you receive a text back from Peter:

Peter Parker (Babysitter):

I would love to watch Louise tonight! I just have some homework to do that I can do while I watch her. But is it ok if I come over there to watch her? May has a date tonight.

Perfect, now you don’t have to take Lou there then come back and you can just leave from your place instead. You answered Peter confirming plans and then look back up at Bucky. "Wait, where exactly are we going? I haven’t seen you make any reservations recently.” You finally place your phone down to finish your breakfast.

“We won’t need them.” He just give you a toothy grin as he gets up from his seat to clean up his spot. Then you watch him with your signature cocked eyebrow as he comes around to give you a kiss on your scarved hair. “Always so skeptical.”

“Fine then Mr. ‘I Got This’, what should I wear to this date that you got all planned out?” You get up from your spot to clean your dishes and Bucky heads to the living room to say bye to Louise. He thinks for a second before answering.

“Remember the outfit you wore when we took Louise to the giant Toys R Us? The outfit with the cardigan and the jeans?” You nod from your spot as you continue cleaning dishes. “Something like that, kinda casual.”

“Well, thank you for being so specific.” He nods and finally gets to Louise, whose focus was being held by Saturday morning cartoons, in this case it was Looney Toons.

“Hey, Puff. I’m heading out but I’ll be back tonight to take your Mommy out, okay?” He picks her up so she could be at eyeline with him.

“Okay. Where are you taking her?” Lou’s hands wander back to Bucky’s hair, the little hands rubbing at the short hair bringing Bucky a sort of peace.

“It’s a surprise. But I’ll tell you all about it right after, promise.” Lou nods at Bucky’s words then gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye, that being Bucky’s cue to set her back down. “Alright, I’ll be back to pick you up around 7, alright?” Bucky’s keys jingle as he pulls his shoes back on.

“Okie dokie, love you.” You speak to him from the sink thought the pass through.

“Love you too. Both of you.” And with these words he leaves, leaving a hopeful feeling for tonight’s festivities.

It was now 6:30, and you were still stationed in the bathroom, a bit past starting your make up.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can Louise have some ice cream? She keeps asking and I just wanted to check.” Peter pops his head into the bathroom. “You look very nice by the way.”

“Thank you, Peter. Um, has she eaten all of her dinner yet?” You go back to dusting some shimmery maroon eyeshadow along your eyelid.

“Well, it looks like it, but I have an odd suspicion that she hid her broccoli.” Peter responds, still only having his head poked into the bathroom, holding onto the door frame.

“She would do that.” You sigh, giving your eyes and hand a break. “Lightly grill her to make sure she did eat her broccoli. If she did actually eat her broccoli, then yeah she can have ice cream. 2 scoops.”

“And if she didn’t eat the broccoli?” Peter’s face contorted to a questioning expression.

“Hold out on he a bit. She’ll crack and eat the vegetables. Then you can give her some. Have you had anything to eat? Dinner or anything?” You go back to swiping on eyeshadow, now a deeper brown color.

“I got a small pack of powdered donuts before I got here, but I really haven’t had anything since lunch.” You stop again watch look at him, chuckling as he begins to cower under your gaze.

“Peter, go eat some food. Fridge is open to you, okay? I don’t want you starving while you’re over here.” You take glances back at him using the mirror, smirking at the smile growing on his face.

“Okay, I will. Thank you Ms. Y/L/N.” Peter’s head finally disappears from the door frame and you hear the boy questioning your four year old, knowing either way he will most likely just give her ice cream.

Eventually 6:30 became 6:55 and you found yourself fixing little bits of your appearance in your full length mirror, checking out your outfit, which comprised of a dark brown cardigan, a basic flowy white t-shirt, leggings and black calf high boots. “This is gonna have to be casual enough.” Just as you speak to yourself in the mirror, you faintly here the knock at the door and Peter letting Bucky in.

“Hey, Peter. Thanks for watching Louise tonight.” Bucky keeps his attention on Peter as he limps over to the couch with a squealing four year old clung to his leg.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I love watching her.” They both look towards your room when you ask for a couple more minutes then go back to their conversation. “Um, I actually have a question for you, if you don’t mind?”

“Kid, I am not helping you with your history homework again. Don’t you have the inter-” Bucky begins to rant before being cutoff by a now more nervous Peter.

“No, I actually was wondering if you could help me with this girl at school. You know getting her to notice me.” Bucky just cocks a curious eyebrow at him and he continues. “Well, when you and Ms. Y/L/N started dating you weren’t t-the most approachable, ya know,”

“Thin ice, kid.” Bucky has now put some of his attention into helping Louise color a page in her coloring book.

“S-sorry, it’s just, I was wondering, well, hoping you had some pointers to help me talk to her.” Bucky hadn’t noticed until now that Peter has moved to the other end of the couch which wasn’t far from where he sat but the increased distance was noticeable, so be took a breath and gave his advice.

“Don’t overthink it, and stay relaxed. That’s really all the advice I can give because Louise is the only reason I got the opportunity to talk to Y/N. So, yeah…” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow when he sees Peter frantically typing into his phone, about to ask what it was, that was until you exclaim your emergence from your room.

“Ta-da! This casual enough?” You hold out your arms and quickly step to turned around, displaying not only your outfit, but your dangly “diamond” earrings, and your hair, currently in its natural form but done up a bit.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Bucky walks over to you with his arms open and give you a light kiss while gently pulling you towards him by your upper arms. While he was coming towards you, you got a glance of his outfit, dark jeans, burgundy quarter sleeve henley, and leather jacket, a common combination for him that he wore so we’ll.

“Well you look great too. Shall we get going?” You go over to the pass though to grab your purse and then the living room to give Louise one last kiss. “Be good for Peter. Love you, babydoll.”

“Yes ma'am, love you too mommy.” She grabs your face with her little hands to pull you in for another kiss, and then goes back to coloring. “Thank you again Peter. We should be back around 11:30.”

“Okay. Bye Ms. Y/L/N. Bye uh- Mr- B- uh…” Peter frantically looks back and forth between the two of you, and you just stifle a laugh and look towards Bucky.

“It’s just Bucky kid. We’ve been over this.” He leads you out the door by the small of your back. “Have fun you two.” Finally, you and Bucky were out the door and off to the mystery date location.

“So you having fun?” Bucky asks as you two sway back and forth, slow dancing to the music of an acoustic guitar being played on the stage of a small amphitheater-like area decorated for a date night event.

“Who knew eating a box of pizza in the car and then slow dancing in Central Park would be so romantic.?” You lift your head from Bucky’s chest to scan his face, admiring how soft he looks in the light glow of the twinkle lights above. “I like your hair like this.” You run your finger up and though his short hair, scratching his scalp and eliciting a deep groan from him.

“You did that on purpose.” A mischievous grin grows on his face as his grip tightens slightly around your waist, one hand beings to slip down to grip your butt. “I will not hesitate to bring you back to the car. You owe me from last night anyway.” You playfully hit his arms, making him laugh then go to kiss your nose.

“I was tired. You can’t blame me, blame my severely messed up circadian rhythm.” You giggle your last few words due to the tickle of Bucky’s stubble on your neck as he begins to sprinkle kisses up and down.

“You smell good. You always smell good.” His kissed being to move along your jaw.

“You have never smelled me after a 12 hour shift, huh?” Bucky’s lips finally reach yours, starting with light pecks and ending with deep passionate kisses boarding on inappropriate frenching.

“Woah there, I’m sure you could take this party somewhere more private. Thinking about it, you weren’t one to be very modest were you?” That voice. You know that voice. You hate that voice. No, it can’t be.

“Trevor.” Is all you say, not looking to the man standing a few feet from you and Bucky, seeming to be with someone.

“You know this guy?” You can tell by his voice that Bucky was on edge, hugging you close to him and turning you away.

“Unfortunately. Bucky, this is my uh- ex-husband.”