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"I guess we can take a few hours off tomorrow to get started," Steph answered with a genuine hint of reluctance. It wasn't that she didn't want to get married, but it was very nice to stay cooped up in Bucky's arms like this. Of course, it could be argued that they'd have all the time after everything was legalized, so there was that for motivation. "Shit, the paperwork. You don't happen to have an actual passport?" She didn't even know where hers was, or her other IDs for that matter, since she'd been using fake ones up until Thanos rolled in.

His question about rings perked her up though. She had an idea too, which was why she answered, "I think getting them for each other would be really sweet." If he got her a cheap plastic one she'd wear it with pride for as long as it lasted, and the next one after that.

But her? She was gonna use that favor with T'Challa for a vibranium ring. Nothing but the best for her man.

Bucky paused then, frowning a bit. "Uh, I don't think I've had an actual ID since the 40s. I'll get in touch with T'Challa about that. Knowing a king might be useful." So what if he ended up with some kind of Wakandan ID? As long as it was a legal ID it should be good enough. "I'll get it worked out somehow. Nothing's gonna stop me from marrying you."

The thought of the other things brought his smile back to his face, though. "So all we really need is to get an ID for me worked out, some clothes, and some rings." And Bucky's mine was already churning (albeit slowly, since he wasn't the artistic one) about Steph's ring. He would probably end up having to get her a temporary one while Shuri made one for him. If he could talk her into it.

He could probably talk her into it. She would tease him for how much he perked up any time Steph came to visit.

"Good." Steph kissed Bucky again, holding him to that promise that nothing was going to stop them this time. "I'll marry you with a plastic ring if I gotta." The real ones might take a while — she certainly didn't want to pressure T'Challa with her favor, not when he had to be dealing with the aftermath of the battle and the Blip — so she was fine officially tying the knot with a temporary ring. "Just been waiting all my life to be Mrs. James Barnes, you know?"

The universe better not fucking mess things up for them again, or she was using that damn Time Stone. It wouldn't be the first time she'd attempt something reckless and impossible for him. She loved him that much.

"Good to know. Cause I don't exactly have much money to put into a ring for you." The man had been literally living in a hut with some goats before the Blip, after spending years on the run or in cryo. He hadn't had a bank account or ID since the 40s, so he was really banking on being able to convince Shuri to help him out one last time. Then the sad white boy would be out of her hair.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I know," he kissed her quickly again, just because. "I've been waiting my whole life to make you Mrs. Barnes. It was always either gonna be you, or I was gonna be one of those old guys who never settled down and got married." Those were the only two options Bucky had ever considered. Steph or no one.

"Darling, you can make me a ring out of thread and I'll take it," Steph assured him. "And I've got enough money to start us off. They gave me my backpay, and I've sold some art over the years."

She was being modest. She had a lot of money, mostly from her art, and she hadn't even peddled her war era works, which would've sold for a fortune. She didn't want Bucky to feel emasculated by it, though. As much as she appreciated the leaps society had made in terms of gender equality, they were still products of their time. Hell, deep down she still wanted the traditional dream of marriage, kids, and a picket fence.

At his declaration, she gave him a small, rueful smile. "Me too. And not only because the dating pool for our age group is shit." She laughed. "And the one time I even considered trying to move on, you came back from the dead to stop me from making that stupid decision. So yeah, it's Mrs. Barnes or nothing."

"I wish I had more to offer you, but you might end up with a ring not much better than that." Bucky knew he wasn't exactly a trophy husband. Broke, traumatized, and getting put on trial at some point. But Steph was willing to ignore all that to be with him, and that was all he could really ask for, wasn't?

At least there were one or two good things that came as sort of... side effects of Bucky's final mission? The mission itself was absolutely not good, but it led to his escape. And it kept Steph from starting to see Sam.

"There's one thing I'm sure of, though," Bucky started with a warm smile on his face. "Ma and Becca would both be thrilled that we're getting married. They loved you." His dad, too. In his own way. But his dad was definitely a man of the era, nothing like the caring, attentive ones he'd witnessed since getting free.

"I don't care. I just want you," Steph insisted. To prove her point, she kissed him again, but this time she pushed forward until his back was up against the nearest wall. It felt a little familiar; they had fought years ago, after all. But this time there was no violence, only love and desire.

After a while of some heated kissing, she pulled back to grin at him. "My Ma too. I'm pretty sure she knew." Sarah Rogers had definitely trusted Bucky enough to give him a spare key to their house so he could come over when she worked nights and keep Steph company. Or when Steph was sick. In fact, she'd only raised an eyebrow the first time she caught them in bed together; Steph had been down with a fever and she came home to find Bucky curled around her daughter like an extra blanket. If she ever confronted Bucky about any of it, Steph never found out, nor was their friendship discouraged. "They'd probably be laughing at how long it took us to get here though."

Bucky moaned into the kiss, having absolutely no problem with Steph taking charge and pushing him into the wall. He actually thought it was incredibly hot, which he showed by kissing her back just as deeply, letting his hands wander down to her perfect ass again.

When she broke the kiss, however, he chuckled a bit. "I don't think anyone's taken this long before, sweetheart." They were, after all, over 100 years old, and had known each other since they were kids. Not many people could have taken as long as they did. "I don't know if it makes more or less sense for them to let me crash at your place so often if they knew I was gonna marry you one day." Either they just put a lot of trust in him to not try anything with her, or they just accepted it was inevitable between them.

Though, to be honest, if he'd thought she had feelings for him back then he absolutely would have ended up trying something.

"They were probably counting on it, but we were idiots." And shit happened, which got in the way of everything.

A small smile bloomed on her face then, and she ran her fingertips down his chest. "So... those nights you came over... did you ever...?" Saying things out loud was still something she had to work on, which was a little ironic given her potty mouth and filthy imagination. But she was wondering if he'd ever thought of trying anything. Or if he'd gotten a boner while they'd cuddled. She certainly had her moments, but women had the luxury of being able to hide them. Or at least she did back then. Now there was no way she could hide how her nipples pebbled under his shirt, aroused by him groping her ass, as it was extra obvious now that she had generously-sized breasts.

"Did I ever what?" Bucky started, red in the face but smirking a little as he pulled the back of her shirt up enough to let his hands roam over her bare ass. "Have to get out of the bed cause I realized I woke up pressing wood against you? Again?" It happened so often when she wasn't sick that it became the norm for Bucky to be the one to get up first on the vast majority of mornings when he slept over. He wasn't much of a cook, so he'd do things like get the coffee started before Steph woke up, so she could have a cup first thing if she wanted. Or wash up any dishes they hadn't washed the night before.

"I've got news for you, sweetheart," he leaned in to nip at her lower lip quickly, just because it was right there, tempting him. "I was always getting hell from my folks for sleepin' in all the time. It was only when I was at your place that I turned into an early bird, so you wouldn't be uncomfortable waking up and realizing I was dreaming about making love to you."

Currently, Bucky was an early bird again. And also a night owl. He tended to have issues with sleep in general, but that day and a half he spent curled up against his wife was the best sleep he'd ever had.

"That would've moved us along faster." Steph had always been an 'act first, ask forgiveness later' kind of person, and especially so before the serum, when she believed her time was running out. She might not have risked making a move on Bucky, deeming their friendship too important to put to the test for something less permanent, but she'd have acted on her feelings if he'd given her a clear sign that it wasn't one-sided.

Fair was fair though, so she confessed, "I also had, um, incidents. Several of those times you checked on me in the bathroom if I was alright." The thing about being woken up so easily when a room gets too cold or a random coughing fit was realizing that, sometimes, hands and legs ended up in certain places while sleeping. But she had been too afraid of ruining things to tell him back then.

She wasn't afraid anymore, she'd just gotten so used to repressing her feelings and sexual urges, especially during the war, that even with them practically married now she would blush or find it awkward to speak her mind.

Bucky couldn't help laughing softly as he shook his head, rolling his eyes at the pair of them. "Fuck, Steph, if I had known, I woulda dragged you to the courthouse on your eighteenth birthday," he said, grinning at her. His hands slid up to grip her waist, pulling her shirt up with them. "Earlier, if we coulda gotten our folks to sign off on it."

Would Bucky have been willing to be a married high school kid? For Steph, he would have. Besides, it was uncommon but not unheard of. Sure, usually those high school weddings were followed by the wives leaving school for a few months (or forever), but that wouldn't have been why Bucky would have done it. He would have married her young just because he loved her.

Instead, he would be marrying her old, and he was just as happy about it. "Hell, there were already rumors about us I kept having to shoot down. And everybody knew that if you were absent, I was the one to check with." And also that if she was absent, Bucky was gonna be in a more surly mood than usual since it tended to mean Steph was sick again.

Did Bucky mean for Steph to take off his shirt, because she took his movements as a nudge to do so. They had a food delivery coming but maybe they could have a quick one.

"Ma would've given her blessing, I'm sure. She was always worried about leaving me alone." Not just leaving to go to work alone, but being alone after she passed. "I would've wanted better for you, but I also would've been selfish enough to take it. Anyway, you could just remarry after I die."

That still wouldn't have stopped her from trying to enlist. Being married automatically disqualified her from the Army Nurse Corps, but she'd have forged papers just to get in, if she'd had to. Unless he'd left her with a child. That would've changed everything.

She kissed his cheek. "Well, better late than never." Then a thought occurred to her, and she laughed. "Shit, the shippers are gonna have a field day when word gets out."

Really, he'd just been enjoying touching her, but Bucky would absolutely not complain about her stripping down in front of her. He let his hands slide further up her body then, thumbs brushing over the sides of her breasts. "There wasn't anyone better for me, though," he said, then leaned in to kiss her again.

"I told you, it's you or no one. I wouldn't have found anyone better, and if the worst happened I wouldn't have remarried." of that, Bucky was absolutely certain.

Pushing off the wall that Steph had pinned him against, Bucky maneuvered her back towards the guest bed, never taking his eyes or hands off her. "Yeah? You gonna tell me what shippers are?"

This was one of those times Steph was grateful for the serum. She couldn't do any fancy maneuvering with her left arm yet, and there was some soreness around her ribs when Bucky lowered her to the bed, but she felt pretty good and raring to go otherwise.

"A ship is a pairing people support, you know, from the word 'relationship'," she explained as he got settled above her. She didn't rush him despite her excitement, or the fact that their food delivery would arrive anytime now, since he also had his injuries to be mindful about. It was definitely his turn on top though. "Apparently we've had people rooting for us since the war. There are books and fanart and shit."

She'd been avoiding stuff about herself on the Internet the best she could over the years; it had been easy during her time with the Avengers, since she only needed to ask JARVIS to filter out what she didn't want to see. The last five years, however, had her lurking in those spaces by choice. There was so little she had left of her best friend and the love of her life that she'd pounced on whatever there was of him she could find, and the Internet had some gems. For instance, there was an old photo from the war, a candid post-mission shot of her and the Howlies, at the Smithsonian. Some rando had snapped a pic of it and posted the caption: Get yourself a man who looks at you the way Sergeant Barnes looked at Lady Liberty. She'd spent the night crying after she found it.

Bucky rid himself of his own underwear before following her down to the bed, chuckling softly as he rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Even strangers knew and we didn't? We really are idiots."

But, they were idiots that were naked in bed together. Again. And they were also idiots who finally figured it out, it just took a whole lot of crazy to get there. "You think there's anyone that'll actually be surprised?" he asked as he slid his hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit with his thumb as he just barely teased at her entrance with a fingertip. Lowering his head, Bucky used his mouth to tease at the nipple of one of her full breasts.

"Fuck," Steph moaned, as Bucky did not waste any time and went straight for her weak spots. They were idiots, sure, but they were idiots who knew each other well.

It took her a second to get her brain going again. What were they talking about just now? Oh, right. "They'll be surprised we weren't married yet." She slipped a hand into his hair, while the other came to rest on his back. She kept her legs open though, planting her feet against the mattress. "Some actually believe we were, before the war, and the records just got lost and everything."

She watched him take her nipple into his mouth and play with it, loving that she gets to see and experience this side of him now. She would sketch this later, and capture that hunger, that desire, in his beautiful blue eyes.

Bucky slid a finger into Steph as he teased her nipple, sucking and nipping at it before releasing it with a pop. "I'd say maybe we could convince someone we just needed a new copy of a license made, kinda trick the government that way, but I think I'd rather actually marry you. Even if it's just me and you at the courthouse like we've decided."

Bucky didn't spend a lot of time fingering her though. Soon he removed his hand and shifted so he could rub the head of his cock between her folds instead, then began to slowly press into her. Groaning softly, Bucky grinned up at her before stretching up to kiss her again. "I love you, Stephanie soon-to-be-Barnes." It was dumb and he knew it, but he loved hearing her name followed by his.

Steph's grip tightened as Bucky pushed himself in. "Fuck," she hissed with gritted teeth, then shook her head with an amused smile when he looked up at her worriedly. "I'm fine. It's just... the serum, I think it wants to keep me a virgin forever." She slept for two days and she was as tight as the first time again, the hell. It wasn't a bad thing necessarily, she'd had far worse pains, but she didn't want to think about the repercussions if they wanted to try for children. She made a note to see to that at some point. Someone had to know how to deal with this level of regeneration, even though nobody had ever successfully replicated the serum.

Her smile brightened at the dumb name he called her by. Yeah, it was dumb, but she loved it. "I don't know, maybe I'll hyphenate," she teased, kissing him back. She shifted her hips tentatively, only to groan and shut her eyes. "Fuck, what have you got down there?" she asked teasingly, as if she hadn't been sucking on his cock two days ago.

Bucky stopped his hips, not pulling out but trying to give her time to adjust. "Guess that means that I'll have to spend more time on foreplay in the future, huh?" Spending more time making sure Steph feels good and enjoys herself? Oh no. What a terrible hardship.

He knew she was teasing about the name though. Bucky knew Steph far too well to not recognize that tone. "Hyphenate if you want, either way you'll be my wife," he chuckled as he tilted his head down to kiss and nip at her neck, having learned that her neck was sensitive. (His was, too, but he was making this about her, dammit.) "And if anybody knows what I've got down there it's you. You've been more up close and personal with it than anyone else has."

"And just more time for sex, in general," Steph agreed with a grin. Look, the time they had to make up for included that department. They'd had so many missed opportunities already.

Her eyes fluttered closed when Bucky nipped at her neck, and she hoped he would try to leave a hickey or two even if the serum wouldn't let those stay on for long either. "Mmm," she murmured distractedly. "I'm gonna have to check again later, take some measurements." She moved her hips slowly, tentatively for a while, and, bless him, he let her ease into it before picking up the pace, though it still wasn't as hard or fast as they'd gone two days ago.

"So what was your wildest fantasy about me?" she asked suddenly. Look, she just wanted to make him happy.

"Oh, we'll make plenty of time for sex, baby doll. Don't worry about that," Bucky smirked as he began moving slowly inside her, not wanting to push her too hard too fast. "And you're welcome to double-check my dick any time you want. What's mine is yours, right?" Plus, getting it up close and personal with the beautiful woman under him was just a treat in itself.

The sudden question made Bucky laugh a bit, though. "What era do you want to know about?" he teased before biting gently at her ear. "When we were young, I'd picture getting you off on the Ferris Wheel." The one at Coney Island had enclosed cars, after all. "But I'm not big on heights anymore. Then, in the Army, I'd picture pulling you out of earshot of the guys to make love to you in the woods when we were at camp. There wasn't really anywhere else to do it discreetly."

"On the Ferris Wheel, really? You thought you were that good?" Steph couldn't help teasing even as they moved together; that was one thing about them that would never change. Though joking aside, Bucky would have gotten her off had he tried it.

Of course, it was only fair she answer her own question, so she said, when he prompted her for hers, "You going down on me, and not in the dark or you going under my skirt, but where I can see you the whole time. You know how the boys at school talked about how they would never do that, so I wondered if you would, and how you'd look if you did." If he'd noticed how wet she'd been when she sat on his face the other night, that was why.

She curled a leg around his hip. "Then in the Army, I just thought about surprising you in your tent. Then we'd try to be quiet, but we're not, but also fuck it, I'm Lady Liberty, I can do whatever I want." Which she did for the most part, at least when it came to fighting Nazis, and he always, always had her back no matter how unhinged her plan was.

"Hey, it was a fantasy. I wanted to be that good, at least for you." Bucky chuckled a bit, glad that they could tease each other during sex, and that it didn't have to be a purely serious affair. He was serious enough the rest of the time anyway. "First time I found out what going down on a girl meant, I pictured going down on you and immediately thought the other guys were nuts for saying they'd never do that for their girls."

"I mean, to be fair, you did surprise me in my tent a few times. They were just... after rough days where we didn't want to be alone." There had been no sex, just curling up together like they'd done since they were young. Like the best friends they were, hiding their real feelings from each other.

Looking back, they were idiots.

His hand moved to grip at the back of Steph's thigh when she wrapped her leg around him, and his thrusts became just a bit sharper. "Recent years my fantasies were just about you telling me you loved me, though." More than anything he had just wanted to get to the point where he felt like his head was on straight enough to be safe to be around her, to just be by her side. Bucky genuinely thought Steph loving him as anything more than a friend was just a fantasy. "But all my fantasies involved you saying you loved me."

"Yeah. But I also just... wanted to be there in case you wanted, or needed, to let off some steam, you know? Or if you even wanted to just, I dunno, brag to your friends that you fucked Lady Liberty or something," Steph admitted with a sad smile. She'd been desperate for Bucky's affections back then, especially back then, when death and the horrors of war were constantly on their heels, when she worried every single day that he was going to die and she couldn't protect him. Desperate enough to be willing to give him anything he needed or wanted, but not desperate enough to make the move and scare him off.

Then her face turned redder as she confessed, with a soft laugh, "After you pulled me out of the river I started to fantasize you'd just show up at my place one day, and you remembered me again. Then we'd fuck hard and rough; bruising, biting, you holding me down or pinning me to walls, stuff like that." Her expression sobered. "Then I just wanted to find you, and for you to remember me, no sex necessary. Then you were gone again and I... I regretted not telling you that I loved you."

Which had led her to telling him in the middle of a battlefield. She had no regrets. Especially because they were together now, naked and having sex and getting married.

Her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, she pulled him down by the hair to kiss him and say, "I love you, Buck. I'll tell you whenever I can, and whenever you like." It was said that actions spoke louder than words, and she'd never been short on action — agreeing to be a test subject for a freak science experiment for a chance to join him on the front lines, rushing into enemy territory to rescue him, giving herself up so he could complete his mission, turning her back on her friends and going on the run because she chose him. But sometimes words still had to be said. "I'll always love you, and I'll always choose you."

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