If I ain't got nothing, I got you
If I ain't got something I don't give a damn, cause I got it with you

He slips away toward the end of the evening. After they've listened to all the customary speeches and performed all the customary dances. After the cake's been cut and they've cleaned the sweet remnants from each other's faces. After a great deal of laughter and a few stray, happy tears.

She's not surprised. Nor worried in the least. After all this time, Bucky still has a bit of trouble with the crowds. The noise. Just because it's their wedding day doesn't make it any different. Hell, she's happy and so very proud he made it this far into the night without pulling a disappearing act.

So, she mingles with the remaining guests. Takes a couple turns on the dance floor with Tony and Sam. Tries not to cry when Steve pulls her aside to thank her for loving his friend. She admits to herself that all this is, in fact, a lot , and slips away to find her man, her husband, silently thinking that he's got the right idea.

I don't know much about algebra, but I know one plus one equals two
And it's me and you, that's all we'll have when the world is through

He's made it easy for her to find him, and she's grateful for that. She's been counting down the minutes until she can be rid of these blasted high heels.

On the rooftop patio he stands with his back to the city, hips against the railing, the city lights below them twinkling amid the inky darkness of the surrounding night sky. He's got an empty champagne flute in his right hand. His eyes are focused on the carbonite band adorning his left ring finger.

She knows he hears her approach, but he doesn't look up until she speaks.

"Don't start regretting it just yet, Mr. Barnes," she says in her smooth teasing way, the sharp click of her high heels underscoring her words. "Give it until after the honeymoon. At least."

He let's her push in close. Sets his glass on the ledge. Smiles down at her as she loops her arms about his waist.

"Who said anything about regret, Mrs. Barnes?"

Her eyes go wide for a moment, shining softly in the dimness.

"'Mrs. Barnes'," she parrots. "Sounds so strange, huh?"

He offers his own soft smile. Slips the rough pad of his thumb over the curve of her chin.

"It does," he admits. "Wouldn't have it any other way, though."

His words fill her with swelling joy, with brightening happiness because, holy shit, who ever thought they'd be here? In this place? On their wedding night?

'Cause baby we ain't got nothing without love
Darling you got enough for the both of us
So come on baby, make love to me

"By the way, your Ma's already grilled me about when we plan on givin' her a couple grand babies."

She laughs loudly, throwing back her head and missing the way his eyes zero in on the soft skin of her throat.

"And, what did you say?"

He tuts quietly, hands easily finding her hips amid the mass of her full skirts.

"I created a diversion of course. Slipped away the first chance I got."

Her laugh is quieter this time. She watches him, her eyes searching his face, the cerulean depths of his beautiful eyes.

"That why you're out here? Contemplating a couple Barnes babies?"

His eyes drift away and she knows she's hit a soft spot. She rises up on tiptoes to place a gentle kiss to his scruffy cheek. She was adamant about him not shaving for the occasion.

"Listen, I've spent the last two years working on keeping us sane and safe. Let's get through tonight, OK?"

His hands flex at her sides. "You've never talked about it," he says in a low voice, and she can feel the worry beginning to wind its way through him. "Having kids, I mean."

She sighs. Allows more of her weight to rest against him as she smooths her hands down the crisp lapels of his suit jacket. He looks more than handsome tonight. He is stunning. Beautiful. Her dark angel.

"We have tonight, Bucky. We should enjoy tonight before we start considering how many pretty little girls I may or may not end up popping out for you."

She feels him relax. Knows that, at least for now, she managed to push a couple of his fears to the back burner.

"Boys," he grunts after a short pause. "We'll have all boys. I don't think my heart can handle a bunch of little girls that look and act like you."

She laughs, knowing he's right. Both of them absolutely aware of the power a bunch of bright eyed little girls would have over their daddy.

When my days look low, pull me in close and don't let me go
Make love to me, so when the worlds at war, that our love heal us all

The silence which follows is sweet. Comfortable. Each wrapped up in their own little worlds while wrapped up in each other's arms.

Later, when going through the photos, they would find a picture of them like this. Huddled in close. Reveling in the calm and quiet. Him looking at her with equal parts love and awe. Her smiling sweetly up at him with her chin resting on his chest and the ridiculous mass of her skirt obscuring his legs.

It was a beautiful moment. A relaxed moment, when the outside world didn't matter and the party, their party, still going on beyond the tall patio doors didn't even register.

It was their favorite moment, because neither of them was thinking of smiling, or posing, or stopping one or both of them from tripping over her dress. It was a quiet, stolen moment. And, it was perfect.

Right now baby make love to me me me me me
Oh oh make love to me

"Speaking of making babies, you think we could get outta here?"

Bucky chuckles. Slides the flat of his hand over the exposed skin of her back.

"It's our party, doll. We make the rules. I think."

She rises up again, her silk clad breasts pushing into him. Her lips find the sweet spot just below the hinge of his jaw and he growls low in his chest when her teeth graze over it.

"Then, let the honeymoon begin, Mr. Barnes."

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