James Buchanan Barnes couldn't believe he was walking through New York in the next century. Sure, Bucky was aware that his wife had come to the past from that future, but it was still crazy to believe that he was actually there.
His eyes were wide as he walked with Steph Rogers Barnes down the busy sidewalk, taking in everything from storefronts to cars to even just the clothes people were wearing. Sure, he was nearly eighty years into the future, but things had changed so much since his time. There had even been a few times where Bucky had gotten distracted by one thing or another in a window display, and Steph had to backtrack a little to get him to start walking again. Which was good, because they were each carrying a suitcase filled with things from the past, with a bonus circular bag in Steph's hand as well, but none of it was actually for them.
One thing that didn't change about New York? No one paid the two of them any mind as they walked down the sidewalk. They were just two generic pedestrians in the late evening sea of people.
Eventually, the pair reached a fairly nice apartment building. Once they were inside and making their way up in the elevator, Bucky couldn't help smirking a bit as he looked at her. "Gotta say, this building's a hell of a lot better than the last one I found you living in on your own."
Once they reached the apartment door, Bucky wasn't even thinking about the fact that Steph should probably knock or something. Really, he just sort of wanted to put the damn suitcase down, so he said nothing as she unlocked the door and let the pair of them in.
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While those two were making their way through the city, a much, much older James Buchanan Barnes was in bed with his tiny girlfriend, a single dim lamp in the bedroom the only light on in their apartment. He was kissing and biting along her neck and shoulder, his natural hand under the sexy little nightie she had on, panties pushed aside as he worked at her, two fingers in her pussy and his thumb rubbing at her clit. The woman turned him on like no one else, and he was the one who groaned as her nails scraped over his bare back yet again, surely leaving more of the scratches she gave him so often.
But then, Bucky heard something. Brow furrowed, his head came up and his hand stilled as he looked towards the door, listening more closely. It sounded like a key hitting the lock, but no one but them should even have a key to their place.
"Stay here, sweetheart," he said, his voice low as he pulled away from Steph. "I heard something."
As he stood up from the bed and started towards the door, not bothering to pull any pants over those boxer briefs of his, he heard the front door open. Bucky didn't hesitate then, just stalked quickly towards the door. He decided not to turn the lights on along the way, having the layout of the apartment memorized and being able to see a bit better in the dark than the average person, so he thought leaving them off might give him a bit of a leg up.
"Wrong fucking apartment," he said as he approached the dark outlines of the people in the doorway, immediately knocking one of the pair aside before throwing a punch towards the other one.
deciding which bucky to represent with the icon was not easy lol
His eyes were wide as he walked with Steph
RogersBarnes down the busy sidewalk, taking in everything from storefronts to cars to even just the clothes people were wearing. Sure, he was nearly eighty years into the future, but things had changed so much since his time. There had even been a few times where Bucky had gotten distracted by one thing or another in a window display, and Steph had to backtrack a little to get him to start walking again. Which was good, because they were each carrying a suitcase filled with things from the past, with a bonus circular bag in Steph's hand as well, but none of it was actually for them.One thing that didn't change about New York? No one paid the two of them any mind as they walked down the sidewalk. They were just two generic pedestrians in the late evening sea of people.
Eventually, the pair reached a fairly nice apartment building. Once they were inside and making their way up in the elevator, Bucky couldn't help smirking a bit as he looked at her. "Gotta say, this building's a hell of a lot better than the last one I found you living in on your own."
Once they reached the apartment door, Bucky wasn't even thinking about the fact that Steph should probably knock or something. Really, he just sort of wanted to put the damn suitcase down, so he said nothing as she unlocked the door and let the pair of them in.
While those two were making their way through the city, a much, much older James Buchanan Barnes was in bed with his tiny girlfriend, a single dim lamp in the bedroom the only light on in their apartment. He was kissing and biting along her neck and shoulder, his natural hand under the sexy little nightie she had on, panties pushed aside as he worked at her, two fingers in her pussy and his thumb rubbing at her clit. The woman turned him on like no one else, and he was the one who groaned as her nails scraped over his bare back yet again, surely leaving more of the scratches she gave him so often.
But then, Bucky heard something. Brow furrowed, his head came up and his hand stilled as he looked towards the door, listening more closely. It sounded like a key hitting the lock, but no one but them should even have a key to their place.
"Stay here, sweetheart," he said, his voice low as he pulled away from Steph. "I heard something."
As he stood up from the bed and started towards the door, not bothering to pull any pants over those boxer briefs of his, he heard the front door open. Bucky didn't hesitate then, just stalked quickly towards the door. He decided not to turn the lights on along the way, having the layout of the apartment memorized and being able to see a bit better in the dark than the average person, so he thought leaving them off might give him a bit of a leg up.
"Wrong fucking apartment," he said as he approached the dark outlines of the people in the doorway, immediately knocking one of the pair aside before throwing a punch towards the other one.