Isabella rolled over, and her arm hit something hard. Opening her eyes, she was met with Bucky staring at her. Shit.
"Good morning." He said absentmindedly running his hand through her hair.
"Morning." Isabella said burying her head in his chest. Slightly feeling ashamed. They may not have had sex, but the previous day, and night had been rather intimate.
They were both still naked, and didn't even know how their willpower stopped them last night. It was weird to her, because she was oddly more connected to this Bucky in a physical way, than the one who went to war over 70 years ago.
Guilt though, it was there. Isabella still felt like she betrayed the Bucky she married, but what was she to do. He might not ever come back.
"Don't feel guilty." His voice was distant when he spoke.
Please don't be slipping away. Isabella thought to herself. His other side hasn't came out in a while and she didn't want him too. She was very content with the Bucky who's chest she was laying on right now.
"What do you want for breakfast." Isabella asked trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. Bucky looked at her and smirked. "You're horrible." She laughed.
"You didn't say no." This earned Bucky a cocked eyebrow from her.
"Seriously, we didn't eat anything yesterday. I'm not sure about you, but I'm starving." Isabella said getting up, pulling the comforter with her.
"Hey!" Bucky yelled.
"You still have a sheet!" Isabella rolled her eyes. Suddenly she was being pulled back down on top of him. "Bucky Barnes!"
He smirked at her. "Yes?"
"We have to eat." Isabella groaned.
Bucky suddenly rolled her over, and unwrapped the comforter she had around her. Then climbed on top of her.
This earned him a moan from Isabella. "Bucky." She said a little out of breath.
Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Looking at Isabella now, he understood why he would have married her. She was genuinely gorgeous.
Bucky also often wondered what her personality was like before everything happened. Before WWII, before Hydra, and even before they got married. The only memory he had of her was Isabella basically telling him to fuck off.
Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." Isabella earned herself on eye roll, and giggled. "Okay, you can, but first, please put something between us. I'm slightly dying right now."
Bucky blushed and rolled off of her. He grabbed the comforter and threw it back on top of Isabella and him.
They both propped up on one elbow, looking at each other so they could talk. "How did I get you to finally talk to me?"
Isabella raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"In the only memory I have of you, you basically told me to never speak to you again. You were pretty determined to hate me. Why?"
Isabella laughed. "You were quite the sweet talker Bucky Barnes. I simply didn't trust you. As for how you got me to talk to you, Steve."
"You'd talk to scrawny Steve, but not me?" Bucky raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"He was trust worthy." Isabella shrugged. "It was funny, because I think Steve and I were friends for like two months before he finally mentioned you. I had told him about you, and he was afraid if he said anything about you being his best friend that I'd never speak to him again."
"Would you have?"
"Probably not. Especially after everything I heard about you. I was wrong though, or maybe I just changed you." Isabella pulled at the sheets, not looking at Bucky anymore. "It took me a year to agree to go on a date with you. I only did it for Steve though. He was convinced we were secretly in love."
"I'm guessing he was right." Bucky smiled.
"Steve was always right. Still is most of the time. Don't tell him that though." Isabella laughed. "He was your best man, and between your money, and mine we built this huge house, which I live in now. Anyways, we built a room for Steve so that he'd live with us after his mom died, but he was too stubborn to move in."
"You were telling me about that. He lives there now, right?"
"Yeah, he needed a place to hide out after the SHIELD and Hydra mess." Isabella had a look of anger roll through her. Then just like that, it was gone.
"Can I ask you something else?" Isabella cocked an eyebrow at him again. "Don't even say it. This ones a little personal, or maybe not. I'm not quite sure actually."
"Just spit it out Barnes." Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Why Agent Stark, and not Agent Barnes?"
"You get more respect with the name Stark." Isabella looked sad. "I also couldn't bare the name. I realized when I woke up that a lot has changed, and I'd have to start over. So, I hyphenated it."
"So, your last names technically still Barnes?" Bucky eyed her.
"Yes, it is. Do you want a divorce or something so its not?" Isabella looked hurt. He could tell she felt like he didn't want her to have his last name.
"I didn't say that at all." Bucky tried to back track. "I just- I just don't understand why you wouldn't use it. You know, since everything out in the open now."
Isabella smirked. "Well I don't have anyone to use it with except for you."
"Fair enough." Bucky rolled onto his back.
Isabella studied him. Wanting to engrave every detail of his body into her memory. The scar where his metal arm, and skin met looked painful. Like whoever did it didn't give a damn about his wellbeing. His human arm, chest, and abs were definitely bigger, and much more defined. Isabella blushed remembering that his dick was much bigger than 70 years ago. His hair was so long now. Before he wouldn't hardly allow it to grow out. His beard was scruffy too. He definitely wouldn't have let it grow out back then either.
"Stop staring." Bucky said still looking at the ceiling.
"I can't help it." Isabella ran a hand down his jawline.
Bucky turned to her. "I promise I'm not going anywhere this time."
Isabella nodded at him. Not completely believing him. She knew that he wouldn't leave her, but that didn't mean that Hydra wouldn't take him.
They wouldn't, no, she wouldn't let them this time. She'd die before anyone took Bucky from her again.
"So, what are you making for breakfast?"