Bucky turned to you and held a finger to his kissable lips. Wait, what?
“You’re telling the story all wrong!” Sam teased. “You said…” Sam saw the daggers you were shooting him and he stopped speaking.
You huffed and started again. “As I was saying…”
“If we manage to get out of here we are going on a date, right?” Bucky signed. You rolled your eyes hard. While you and the rest of the team had been eager to learn, much to Clint’s mock dismay, Bucky seemed to forget what he was signing and the constant audience around you. Sam witnessed every cheesy pickup attempt and teased Bucky mercilessly. “Were you this smooth back in the day?”
Damn right I did!
Sam shut up; I’m telling this story
You ignored Bucky until you heard Nat quietly call over the coms. “Everything okay over there?” Before you had a chance to respond, a flurry of bullets could be heard just behind you and you cringed. “Never mind,” Nat deadpanned. “Backup’s on its way.” You shook your head, daring to look back at Bucky. His shitty grin told you exactly what he was thinking: “Told you so.”
You pointed past his position; he shook his head. You pointed past yourself and again he shook his head. Exasperated you sighed loudly and started to open your mouth.
Bucky flew at you, covering your mouth with his. Your eyes flew wide at the shot of electricity that coursed through you. Bucky pulled back only a fraction before slanting his mouth against yours hungrily. He swallowed your moans as his tongue teased your lips.
“You two can get a room after this if you want,” Nat teased. Bucky turned startled at the sound of her voice. “We took ‘em out.” Nat’s head tilted right then left with a knowing smirk before heading down the now-deserted tunnels.
Bucky turned back to you, his smile suddenly shy. “So about that date…”
“And that’s how Mommy and Daddy first knew they were in love. The End.” Bucky rumbled as he entered your daughter’s bedroom. Bianca giggled then yawned and stretched her arms out.
“Mommy can you tell me how you and Daddy made me and my brothers now?” she cried sleepily. You closed your eyes and sighed softly.
“Not tonight sweetie, Uncle Sam has to go home before Daddy hits him,” you chuckled under your breath. Bianca yawned again and smiled, burrowing into her pillow.
“Tomorrow then, ‘kay Mommy?”
“Sure sweetie. Say good night to Uncle Sam.”
Sam leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Night munchkin.”
“Night Uncle Sam! Love you!”
Sam smiled at her. “Love you too kid.” Then he turned to Bucky with a grin, before punching his metal arm. “Night punk.”
Bucky smiled back fondly, knowing the easy reference. “Night jerk.”
“Night punk,” came a tiny reply. All three of you shook your heads in silent laughter as Bianca drifted off to sleep.
Bianca is adorable! I wish I could see her momma try to explain how she and her siblings got there. Maybe she’ll get lucky and the kiddo will forget come morning. Doubt it though.
