"Sounds like a plan for later then," Steph said with a soft laugh. "Wedding first, then honeymoon." They had her apartment for now anyway; the only problem they might have was if they got rough with their lovemaking and started cracking the walls or breaking the furniture. Or if her neighbors complained about them being loud.
For now though, they were lounging lazily on the couch, watching a movie and every so often talking about their future. She wanted a shower (and sex in the shower) at some point, but she was in no rush. Avengers business would have to wait. The world, the universe, they would all have to wait. She and Bucky had waited long enough for their turn.
A random idea struck her then. "Hey, you wanna meet Tolkien?" Because they could do that without botching up timelines, right? Nothing too crazy, just maybe an encounter in a pub or library or whichever public place the man frequented.
"Wedding first," Bucky agreed. More than the honeymoon, more than the talk of time travel, Bucky wanted to be able to call Steph his wife. Legally and officially. It was what he'd always wanted, and it couldn't happen soon enough.
He wasn't even paying all that much attention to the movie any more. Instead, Bucky was enjoying simply being with her. He still half-listened to the movie, sure, but he was more interested in listening to her talk about their future together as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
"I don't need all that. The man might want to be left alone," he said simply. Reading his books was good enough for him. He didn't need to be one of those people who went around harassing people.
Especially in a city he didn't know well in another time. Cause the man had to be dead by then.
"Well, if there's anything else you wanna do, in another time or in space or wherever, just lemme know, okay?" Steph was happy to give Bucky anything he wanted, especially now that she could. She just loved him so much and wanted him to be happy with her.
The wedding was her priority too though; she'd waited and dreamed of being his wife long enough, and the universe had gotten in the way so many times. Then the trial, actually. The honeymoon and the traveling will be the easiest part.
The movie was long, so nearing the end she asked, "Want some snacks?" because even doing nothing they still had supersoldier metabolism.
"I'll let you know if I think of anything, alright?" he told her. And he meant it, too. Knowing they could go anywhere or anywhen opened up a whole bunch of places and times they could go, but, honestly, his favorite ideas were probably the ones they'd already discussed. Seeing Becca and Mrs. Rogers, and getting to let them know that they'd been right all along. The two of them did end up together.
Plus, Bucky just wanted to actually be able to say goodbye to his sister. She was the person from his past that he missed the most.
"I almost always want snacks, but I'm too comfortable to get up right now."
"I don't really wanna get up either," Steph agreed. "I'm tired and sore and you make a great pillow."
They watched the rest of the movie in silence. It was nice, really. To be able to talk to him about anything — and this time, they had no secrets, or at least she hoped there would never have to be any again — but also to just relax and do nothing, if that was what either of them wanted.
A thought crossed her mind as the film headed toward its end, but she waited until the credits rolled to peer up at him and ask, "Buck?" Her expression was pensive. "If there's a way to reverse the effects of the serum, would you wanna take it? I mean, I dunno, just enough so we like... age normally?"
By the end of the movie, Bucky was content enough that he was half tempted to take a nap, but he also wanted to stay away to just be with Steph longer.
He thought about her question before answering, though. "I don't know. Maybe," he said, shrugging his good shoulder. "If you did it, I would, cause I don't wanna have to keep living for way too long if you're not with me for it." God, it would be awful to outlive her. Just the idea of living in a world without Steph was awful, and Bucky didn't want to think about it, even though it was something Bucky knew she'd had to live through herself. Twice. "But at the same time, we've got a lotta years to make up for. Ones we missed out on."
"Hey, I'm not outliving you a third time. You gotta let me go first, or we go together." Steph might be teasing, but she meant it. If Bucky ever died again, especially now that she knew they loved each other, she sure as hell would be looking for a way to follow immediately. Maybe she did need to ask someone to look into the serum, just in case.
They were definitely making up for lost time first though. She would gladly live another hundred years as long as they were together. But no more fighting, and no freezing winters.
"Want me to put on the second movie?" Though the only other option that didn't involve moving was a nap.
"Together it is, then," Bucky stated, as though it was simple as that. Because he didn't plan on living without her. Especially not now that he knew she felt just as much for him as he felt for her.
But until then, he would gladly take all the time he could get by her side. And in a couple days she'd be his wife, then she'd really never get rid of him.
"If you want, sure," he said, grinning. "The first one was good. When I was paying attention, at least. I'm gonna have to get these books to read."
Maybe it was the last five years, or maybe just because she was with Bucky, but Steph wasn't feeling particularly antsy even after two movies. Sure, she felt like she needed to stretch her legs a bit, but otherwise she was happy to settle back on the couch with him.
"Yeah, then lemme just go for a bathroom break and put some snacks within reach for later." That was enough for now. It was nice, actually. Just having a slow, lazy day without anything to worry about.
She replaced the DVD, then disappeared into the bathroom. She returned with snacks, dumping them on the coffee table before slipping back into her place on the couch.
"We can look for the books the next time we're out," she said, continuing where they left off. "They're pretty popular so they should be easy to find."
Once Steph came back, Bucky pulled her close and draped the blanket over the pair of them again. He was more than happy to just have a nice, comfortable day laying around and doing nothing with his fiancée. They were going to have enough to do in the coming days and weeks, with the impromptu wedding, and then whenever his trial shit kicked off. Not to mention Steph's Avenger duties. Bucky thought they deserved time to just... be.
But, then, he had always been the more peaceful one of the two. At least when he was in control of his own mind. Sure, he ended up in a lot of fights, but they tended to be ones he was sucked into in one way or another. The closest he came to choosing to fight was when he stuck up for Steph, or when he opted to stay by her side while she fought, but those didn't seem like choices to him. They were just what he was supposed to do because he loved her, and he always wanted to protect her.
But he was drafted into the war, so that hadn't been his choice. All his shit with HYDRA certainly wasn't a choice. Hell, he'd just been trying to live peacefully (and also maybe destroy some HYDRA safehouses and whatnot) when he was framed and subsequently chased down by T'Challa, then Tony. Those weren't choices either.
So, Bucky was more than happy to take advantage of getting to be lazy with Steph. "Thanks," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her hair.
The movie was good, but Steph felt so relaxed while snuggled under the blanket with Bucky that she ended up dozing off. She woke up just before the credits. (And probably snored.)
"What did I miss? Are they still alive?" She knew the second parts of a trilogy often had something bad happen to the heroes, like Luke losing his hand and Han getting frozen in carbonite in the original Star Wars trilogy.
"Maybe? I don't know," Bucky said, brow furrowed as the credits started. "Aragorn fell off a cliff, so he might be dead. But Gandalf came back so he isn't dead."
She had absolutely snored, by the way. But it hadn't bothered Bucky any. He just let her sleep, sure that not only did she need it, but she deserved the extra nap, dammit.
"Fuck, not Aragorn!" Steph obviously had a favorite. "You survived falling off a mountain though, so Tolkien better have given Aragorn some plot armor."
She didn't make any attempt to get up though. The snacks were starting to call out to her, but grabbing them meant moving, and she didn't want to move.
She yawned. "Sorry I fell asleep. It was good, but I guess you wore me out the other night."
Bucky chuckled at her reaction. He honestly hadn't been expecting it, but he couldn't help thinking it was sort of cute that she got mad even though she slept through most of the movie.
"Hey, don't be sorry," he started, then pressed a kiss to her hair. "I almost always want to take a nap, so I can't blame you for taking one." Bucky was pretty sure a lot of it came from just how shitty he usually slept, but at the same time, he had always been the more relaxed one of the two of them when they were growing up. When he and Steph were hanging out back before the war, he was often trying to keep up with her. Or helping her with things around her apartment. Or dragging her out of whatever fight she'd gotten herself in. But when he was at hom,e he was usually getting in trouble for being lazy. Reading, napping, and listening to the radio were his favorite things to do when he wasn't glued to Steph's side.
"Wakanda really suited you, huh? Quiet, idyllic... or are you still a city boy at heart and have had enough of goat shit?" Steph teased. She knew she'd always been the one on the go, always busy, but it had mostly been for two reasons. First, the days she felt great were far and few that she had the compulsion to make every moment count. In a similar fashion, she'd always believed she would die young so her time was short and she had to make the most of it. Second, they were poor and she later lived alone. There was work, and more hours when she especially needed extra cash, and then there was everything she had to do at home.
After the war though, it was something else entirely. Part of it was the serum giving her all that energy, and after the war, she hadn't always been fighting. That, and after being trapped under the ice, she hated being still. It reminded her of those hours (days? weeks? months?) she lay awake in the dark and the cold before she finally lost consciousness.
So it was nice to finally feel content to stay in place. And if she had extra energy to burn, well, she and Bucky now had a very effective way of doing just that.
"Call me multi-faceted," Bucky started with a chuckle, grinning at Steph's teasing. "I can be a city boy that also appreciates the quiet. Besides, walking through Brinin Zana was like walking into a sci-fi movie a lot of the time." And it was intended for either walking or taking a train, too. There were no cars in Brinin Zana, which actually made it quieter than cities of it's size usually were, but the sheer abundance of tech was insane at the same time.
"Did you ever get to wander the city much?" Bucky didn't have that many opportunities himself, but he took advantage whenever he could. He wasn't allowed to wander on his own before he was officially deemed free of the trigger words, and he couldn't blame them for that. And after that, he mostly stayed at his little shack on the edge of that goat farm, only really venturing to the city for check-ins and examinations. Maybe some arm fittings here and there. It was on those days that he'd try to take a little time to wander.
"Not really. Just the Citadel to pay my respects to the royal family. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with you before Sam or Natasha needed me to join them again." Even if in the beginning Bucky seemed distant or afraid to be alone with her; Steph just wanted to be there, in whatever way he allowed. It had never felt like a waste of time to travel to Wakanda for however short a stay, and she'd always brought him a souvenir from her travels. (Usually a postcard. They were old-fashioned like that.)
"You wanna spend a few days there after our wedding?" She could ask T'Challa — she was going to ask the king about a ring anyway — and they could maybe stay in the Citadel where it was more comfortable, but still visit the goat farm. "You think Rogers is still alive and has any kids yet?"
"There's this little hole in the wall restaurant I liked near the med center. If it's still there I could take you," he said, smiling. "I stopped there a lot on days I had to go back to the city for an appointment." Really, there were a few little places he wouldn't mind showing her, but Bucky didn't exactly spend a lot of time wandering, either. Just places that caught his eye between points A and B when he had somewhere to go.
"Yeah, I think I'd like visiting," he said simply, then laughed. "I swear, if Rogers had a kid with Wilson I'm gonna be pissed. You know that, right?"
Honestly, Rogers was an absolute dumbass menace of a goat. But she was Bucky's favorite. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten that name.
Steph laughed at the way Bucky phrased that. Then she pushed herself up a little so she could teasingly nip on his lower lip. "Don't worry, this Rogers ain't having a kid with anyone else, Mr. Barnes, sir." If they were even having one. Sure, that had been the dream, but that was when they were ordinary people. She would have to see first what life would be like for them once they've retired, or if they would still keep getting roped into shit. That wouldn't be good for any children.
"But yeah, I'd love for you to show me around. You'll have to translate for me though." And because she couldn't resist: "I'll return the favor on our trip to France." The expression on her face said she was trying very hard not to laugh.
The nip at his lip made Bucky smile. "Better not. I'm not good at sharing." Well, Bucky was always fine at sharing with Steph, but he didn't want to share her.
But he couldn't help the soft laugh at the France comment. "Yeah, sure. Translate for me in France. I'll translate for you in Wakanda. Or Romania. Or Poland. China. Japan. Want me to go on? Cause I can keep listing places if you need me to. Handy that you know French, though." He was teasing. Mostly. Honestly, it would probably be handy that her one non-English language happened to be one of the ones he didn't know.
"Maybe I should download one of those apps and learn some more languages to hold over your head."
"Fuck you." Steph started the teasing, sure, but she could be pouty when Bucky won any of their arguments or banter, as was clearly the case of this one. She was grinning a moment later though, because she wasn't truly upset — she'd let him tease her and be insufferable all the time as long as he stayed alive and by her side — and because she just realized he could take her swearing as an invitation.
Well, she'd see it through if he'd take the bait. Seeing if Aragorn was alive might have to wait, if that's the case.
Competitive by nature though, she thought she should probably download one of those apps and learn some new languages. She would have a lot of catching up to do, but hey, it might also be useful for their travels eventually.
"Any time, sweetheart," Bucky teased her, letting his hands wander down to grope at her ass again. Was he an ass man? Maybe. But at the very least he was a fan of her ass, and he always had been. Even when she had been small--even though clothes back then didn't exactly show it off the way modern clothes did.
"Really, though, if you wanna go to France so you can be the one doing all the translating, we can. I don't want to talk to anyone, so it's kinda stupid that I'm the one that can do the translating in too many countries." It was a weird sort of irony, really. When they were young and he was friendly, he was shit at everything but English and some German.
Steph had hated all the jokes and comments about her ass, even if it was an objectively nice ass, but she had no problem whatsoever with Bucky groping or staring or commenting on it. "That's a very dangerous statement to make," she teased as she grinned up at him. She'd had a nap, and there were snacks waiting for after. If it wasn't for the fact that he liked what they were watching, she would have no second thoughts whatsoever.
"Oh, no, we can't have a proper tour of the world with just France, so you're gonna have to do the talking to the locals, honey." He gave her an opening and she couldn't resist taking it, so here they were. "I'm happy to help with just picking out pastries at the bakery. Would you like a croissant or a baguette?"
"Hey, according to the government, I'm a really dangerous man, so I guess it fits." Bucky was teasing, of course, and there was a grin on his face as he did so, even as he let his eyes close.
He did love her ass, though. A lot.
Besides, there were other points to be made. "I don't know about that, though," he started, the grin shifting into a bit of a smartassed smirk. "France, Canada, Haiti, Monaco, Belgium, Seychelles, Madagascar... there's a lot of places that have French as an official language." There were more places than that, really, but Bucky thought he was doing good enough to remember that list.
"I do like a little danger," Steph quipped back, but because Bucky had closed his eyes again, she didn't push for anything, instead just snuggled back up into him. "Just not the saving the world kind, I'm retiring from that now. Your kind of danger, though..." She purposely left her statement at that, knowing that he'll get it.
She let out a laugh at him listing out all those places that use French as their official language. "Smartass. But, fine. Don't complain about feeling left out though." To tease him some more she purposely rattled off random words in French, waiting for one to elicit a reaction.
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being loud.
For now though, they were lounging lazily on the couch, watching a movie and every so often talking about their future. She wanted a shower (and sex in the shower) at some point, but she was in no rush. Avengers business would have to wait. The world, the universe, they would all have to wait. She and Bucky had waited long enough for their turn.
A random idea struck her then. "Hey, you wanna meet Tolkien?" Because they could do that without botching up timelines, right? Nothing too crazy, just maybe an encounter in a pub or library or whichever public place the man frequented.
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He wasn't even paying all that much attention to the movie any more. Instead, Bucky was enjoying simply being with her. He still half-listened to the movie, sure, but he was more interested in listening to her talk about their future together as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
"I don't need all that. The man might want to be left alone," he said simply. Reading his books was good enough for him. He didn't need to be one of those people who went around harassing people.
Especially in a city he didn't know well in another time. Cause the man had to be dead by then.
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The wedding was her priority too though; she'd waited and dreamed of being his wife long enough, and the universe had gotten in the way so many times. Then the trial, actually. The honeymoon and the traveling will be the easiest part.
The movie was long, so nearing the end she asked, "Want some snacks?" because even doing nothing they still had supersoldier metabolism.
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Plus, Bucky just wanted to actually be able to say goodbye to his sister. She was the person from his past that he missed the most.
"I almost always want snacks, but I'm too comfortable to get up right now."
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They watched the rest of the movie in silence. It was nice, really. To be able to talk to him about anything — and this time, they had no secrets, or at least she hoped there would never have to be any again — but also to just relax and do nothing, if that was what either of them wanted.
A thought crossed her mind as the film headed toward its end, but she waited until the credits rolled to peer up at him and ask, "Buck?" Her expression was pensive. "If there's a way to reverse the effects of the serum, would you wanna take it? I mean, I dunno, just enough so we like... age normally?"
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He thought about her question before answering, though. "I don't know. Maybe," he said, shrugging his good shoulder. "If you did it, I would, cause I don't wanna have to keep living for way too long if you're not with me for it." God, it would be awful to outlive her. Just the idea of living in a world without Steph was awful, and Bucky didn't want to think about it, even though it was something Bucky knew she'd had to live through herself. Twice. "But at the same time, we've got a lotta years to make up for. Ones we missed out on."
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They were definitely making up for lost time first though. She would gladly live another hundred years as long as they were together. But no more fighting, and no freezing winters.
"Want me to put on the second movie?" Though the only other option that didn't involve moving was a nap.
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But until then, he would gladly take all the time he could get by her side. And in a couple days she'd be his wife, then she'd really never get rid of him.
"If you want, sure," he said, grinning. "The first one was good. When I was paying attention, at least. I'm gonna have to get these books to read."
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"Yeah, then lemme just go for a bathroom break and put some snacks within reach for later." That was enough for now. It was nice, actually. Just having a slow, lazy day without anything to worry about.
She replaced the DVD, then disappeared into the bathroom. She returned with snacks, dumping them on the coffee table before slipping back into her place on the couch.
"We can look for the books the next time we're out," she said, continuing where they left off. "They're pretty popular so they should be easy to find."
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But, then, he had always been the more peaceful one of the two. At least when he was in control of his own mind. Sure, he ended up in a lot of fights, but they tended to be ones he was sucked into in one way or another. The closest he came to choosing to fight was when he stuck up for Steph, or when he opted to stay by her side while she fought, but those didn't seem like choices to him. They were just what he was supposed to do because he loved her, and he always wanted to protect her.
But he was drafted into the war, so that hadn't been his choice. All his shit with HYDRA certainly wasn't a choice. Hell, he'd just been trying to live peacefully (and also maybe destroy some HYDRA safehouses and whatnot) when he was framed and subsequently chased down by T'Challa, then Tony. Those weren't choices either.
So, Bucky was more than happy to take advantage of getting to be lazy with Steph. "Thanks," he told her simply before pressing a kiss to her hair.
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"What did I miss? Are they still alive?" She knew the second parts of a trilogy often had something bad happen to the heroes, like Luke losing his hand and Han getting frozen in carbonite in the original Star Wars trilogy.
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She had absolutely snored, by the way. But it hadn't bothered Bucky any. He just let her sleep, sure that not only did she need it, but she deserved the extra nap, dammit.
Plus, he had an excuse to continue to not get up.
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She didn't make any attempt to get up though. The snacks were starting to call out to her, but grabbing them meant moving, and she didn't want to move.
She yawned. "Sorry I fell asleep. It was good, but I guess you wore me out the other night."
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"Hey, don't be sorry," he started, then pressed a kiss to her hair. "I almost always want to take a nap, so I can't blame you for taking one." Bucky was pretty sure a lot of it came from just how shitty he usually slept, but at the same time, he had always been the more relaxed one of the two of them when they were growing up. When he and Steph were hanging out back before the war, he was often trying to keep up with her. Or helping her with things around her apartment. Or dragging her out of whatever fight she'd gotten herself in. But when he was at hom,e he was usually getting in trouble for being lazy. Reading, napping, and listening to the radio were his favorite things to do when he wasn't glued to Steph's side.
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After the war though, it was something else entirely. Part of it was the serum giving her all that energy, and after the war, she hadn't always been fighting. That, and after being trapped under the ice, she hated being still. It reminded her of those hours (days? weeks? months?) she lay awake in the dark and the cold before she finally lost consciousness.
So it was nice to finally feel content to stay in place. And if she had extra energy to burn, well, she and Bucky now had a very effective way of doing just that.
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"Did you ever get to wander the city much?" Bucky didn't have that many opportunities himself, but he took advantage whenever he could. He wasn't allowed to wander on his own before he was officially deemed free of the trigger words, and he couldn't blame them for that. And after that, he mostly stayed at his little shack on the edge of that goat farm, only really venturing to the city for check-ins and examinations. Maybe some arm fittings here and there. It was on those days that he'd try to take a little time to wander.
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"You wanna spend a few days there after our wedding?" She could ask T'Challa — she was going to ask the king about a ring anyway — and they could maybe stay in the Citadel where it was more comfortable, but still visit the goat farm. "You think Rogers is still alive and has any kids yet?"
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"Yeah, I think I'd like visiting," he said simply, then laughed. "I swear, if Rogers had a kid with Wilson I'm gonna be pissed. You know that, right?"
Honestly, Rogers was an absolute dumbass menace of a goat. But she was Bucky's favorite. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten that name.
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"But yeah, I'd love for you to show me around. You'll have to translate for me though." And because she couldn't resist: "I'll return the favor on our trip to France." The expression on her face said she was trying very hard not to laugh.
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But he couldn't help the soft laugh at the France comment. "Yeah, sure. Translate for me in France. I'll translate for you in Wakanda. Or Romania. Or Poland. China. Japan. Want me to go on? Cause I can keep listing places if you need me to. Handy that you know French, though." He was teasing. Mostly. Honestly, it would probably be handy that her one non-English language happened to be one of the ones he didn't know.
"Maybe I should download one of those apps and learn some more languages to hold over your head."
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Well, she'd see it through if he'd take the bait. Seeing if Aragorn was alive might have to wait, if that's the case.
Competitive by nature though, she thought she should probably download one of those apps and learn some new languages. She would have a lot of catching up to do, but hey, it might also be useful for their travels eventually.
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"Really, though, if you wanna go to France so you can be the one doing all the translating, we can. I don't want to talk to anyone, so it's kinda stupid that I'm the one that can do the translating in too many countries." It was a weird sort of irony, really. When they were young and he was friendly, he was shit at everything but English and some German.
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"Oh, no, we can't have a proper tour of the world with just France, so you're gonna have to do the talking to the locals, honey." He gave her an opening and she couldn't resist taking it, so here they were. "I'm happy to help with just picking out pastries at the bakery. Would you like a croissant or a baguette?"
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He did love her ass, though. A lot.
Besides, there were other points to be made. "I don't know about that, though," he started, the grin shifting into a bit of a smartassed smirk. "France, Canada, Haiti, Monaco, Belgium, Seychelles, Madagascar... there's a lot of places that have French as an official language." There were more places than that, really, but Bucky thought he was doing good enough to remember that list.
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She let out a laugh at him listing out all those places that use French as their official language. "Smartass. But, fine. Don't complain about feeling left out though." To tease him some more she purposely rattled off random words in French, waiting for one to elicit a reaction.