It's time guys! We're meeting up with Captain America: The First Avenger! I know it's been a while since my last update, but I've got a treat for you~
Disclaimer: I obviously own nothing of the MCU's. Kitty is mine, the plot is mine, anything you recognize belongs to Marvel.
It's March of 1942 and Bucky Barnes spends day five before he ships out firmly attached to Kitty and Steve. She comes over in the morning, before either of them are even out of bed and is standing in the kitchen when he wakes up at the crack of dawn. Basic had gotten to him, he grumbles and tries for a few minutes to return to the comforting warmth of his bed. His mattress is nothing special, but so much softer and warmer than his cot back at Camp McCoy.
Sleep doesn't come though, despite his efforts, so Bucky drags himself out of bed and thinks maybe he'll fetch a newspaper and read until Steve gets up. Standing in the middle of the living room in his boxers and muscle shirt, he lets out a very manly, totally not startled sounding yelp when a clank from the kitchen makes him jump.
There is Katherine, standing at the stove cooking breakfast, humming as she turns over an omelet. She turns to him, a giggle on her lips as she spots him standing there. "Good morning," her melodic voice chimes and Bucky can't stop from marching over to her, pecking her cheek and returning her greeting. He should get dressed, he thinks, but instead winds his arms around Kitty's waist and stands there watching her cook with his chin balanced on her shoulder. She doesn't seem to mind, leaning back against his chest. He'd been away to long, she'd missed him more than she's willing to admit.
Steve interrupts their little moment, clearing his throat. He stands there in his house-pants and a tee shirt, one eyebrow cocked at his best friend and his current state of undress. "I should get dressed," Bucky says quickly, nearly tripping in his haste to escape Steve's disapproving gaze. The blonde clicks his tongue, shaking his head before greeting Kitty good day and heading out to buy a newspaper himself.
Bucky returns after a moment, now dressed in pants and a tee shirt like Steve's. He looks around for his best friend, joining Kitty at the counter where she's plating the food. "Paper." She summarizes, knowing he's wondering where Steve had gone to. The soldier nods, tucking back into her while he can, arms draped around her. Their friend would be back soon, the corner store was just a few doors down, and then he'd have to disconnect from her again.
Kitty doesn't say anything about his uncharacteristically clingy behavior that day, or the next. But, she notices the way he insists on dropping her off at the office and returns early in order to pick her up. She notices the way he's always watching her, firmly glued to her side no matter where they are. Be it the dance hall, his mother's home, or his and Steve's apartment. If his best friend notices, he doesn't say anything either.
Winifred is always looking at them like they hung the stars whenever they're together. It isn't a secret that his mother wants him to pony up and ask Kitty to go steady with him, but Bucky can't. He's about to go off to war and leave her here. What is he doesn't come back? He couldn't do that to her.
Day three Bucky spends catching up with his friends. He goes to the dance hall, reminiscing the days when he was happy to indulge each flirtatious girl, spent the evening shooting cheap booze with his pals. Day two he spends the entire day at his mothers place with his sisters, waiting on Steve and Kitty to get off of work.
On day one Bucky reports to Fort Hamilton to receive his orders. He's given an impromptu promotion and his commanding officer proudly secures his new rank to his shoulders and congratulates him. He grabs a newspaper from the paperboy standing in front of a corner store. He's reading over the front page article about the Stark Expo when he runs into Bonnie and Connie, who ask him to go out that evening as a farewell, he excepts despite himself. next to the picture house. Passing the picture house, on his way back to the apartment, he hears the tell tale grunting and thumping of a back alley fight.
Bucky back pedals, glancing down a side street where he sees some schmuck picking on a much smaller guy. Goddamn it, Rogers. He thinks as the smaller one crashes back into a trashcan, when he realizes the smaller guy is his best friend. "Hey!" Bucky calls, grabbing the asshole by the arm and yanking him 'round, "Pick on somebody your own size."
The guy's got an inch or two on him but Bucky's a boxing champ after all, and he learned a thing or two at Basic. He barely even needs to dodge the guy's first swing, it wasn't very well aimed. Barnes gives him one good right hook and the man is reeling, swinging the entire way around to clutch his face. He gives him and swift kick in the ass and the offender takes off out of the alley, knowing better than to pursue a fight with him.
Bucky doesn't offer him any further attention, turning back to where Steve is gathering himself in a corner. "Sometimes I think you like getting punched." He says, noticing the notice laying on the group by the blonde's feet. "I had 'im on the ropes." Steve says, both of them knowing he's full of shit.
"How many times is this?" the soldier questions, opening the folded certificate to read where his best friend had tried to register from this time. "Oh," he scoffs, a little miffed as he reads over the the location, "You're from Paramus now." Bucky raises an eyebrow, as the smaller man begins dusting himself off. "You know it's illegal to lie on an enlistment form. And, seriously, Jersey? Kitty'll have your head is she sees this."
Steve gets this incredulous look on his face, suddenly taking in his friend's outfit. "You get your orders?" Bucky is dressed in full army uniform, service cap and all. "The one-oh-seventh," he begins, noting the flicker of emotion in Steve's eye, his father father had been in the 107th. "Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." The blonde nods, realization suddenly hitting him like a freight train. His best friend is going to go off to war without him. "I should be going," he says, voice raw. They both pause, not knowing what the hell else to say. What is there to say?
"Come one, man" Bucky smiles, tossing an arm over the smaller man's shoulder. He isn't good and the sappy, emotional stuff. "It's my last night, gotta get you cleaned up." He tosses the enlistment certificate over his shoulder as his best friend questions where they're going and hands him the newspaper. "The future."
His double date doesn't quite go as he'd planned, he was hopping the evening would result in Steve having a good time and meeting a couple nice gals before they'd call it a night and he'd go home and see Kitty. Instead Steve bails in favor of attempting to enlisting once again and Bucky leads the girls to the dance hall, but isn't all there. Luck for him Robert Thompson and Joseph Allen are there to relieve him.
It's almost nine o'clock and Sergeant Barnes hurries to his mother's house to collect his best girl. Winifred and sisters are still awake, all of them sitting in the living room, waiting on him. They spend an entire hour saying their farewells and there is a hell of a lot of crying. Not from Kitty though, she holds his hand, sits firmly at his side and doesn't detach from him the entire time, even when his mother says he should head home and get some sleep.
He doesn't want to, he wants to stay at Kitty's side. Bucky brings the fingers of the hand he's holding up to his lips, presses little kisses to the knuckles as they stand in the doorway. He doesn't want to go. She doesn't want him to go. Winnie comes down the stairs with an overnight bag in her hand, as Kitty's free hand reaches up to cup his cheek. He's sure that his mother is going to shoo him out the door as she comes up behind them, her eyebrows pinched with emotion, but instead she hands the bag to her son.
"Katherine, why don't you go spend the night at the apartment and make sure my boy has a good, hearty breakfast before he ships off in the morning." Winnie has a soft smile on her face, tears in her eyes. Neither of them are expecting that. It's definitely not proper etiquette, people would talk. But, they don't care. Let people talk. Bucky is sure that with tons of good sons, brothers, lovers, and husbands shipping off to fight the good fight, people would understand.
So the couple simply nods, each of them hugging his mother farewell and disappearing hand in hand down the street. Neither of them speak on the walk back to the apartment. They huddle close to each other in the dark, her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's 10:06 when they arrive at the apartment and Bucky ducks a peek into Steve's empty room, the blonde is still out it appears. He makes short work on taking Kitty to bed.
A kick of lust floors her as she closes the door behind them when they enter, letting him press her into the wood and kiss her silly. It isn't the first time, but aside from pecks they've only had one kiss like this before, at Penn Station when he was shipping out for Basic. This time is all accidental mashing of teeth and dancing tongues, fingers tangling into dark curls as they work off each other's jackets. Kitty laughs when he dumps the material on the floor, pulling him back to her to help him out of his uniform.
Bucky groans, takes her face in both hands and focusing on her mouth and not the fingers working his belt buckle and the button of his slacks. He pulls back, palms wandering down her back until he finds the zipper of her cobalt colored dress. He pushes it down her shoulders, mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses from her shoulder to her collarbone, before working the garment down her waist and letting at pool on the floor around their feet.
Katherine stands there in her pale blue slip dress, Bucky in his boxers and muscle shirt, and they both chuckle, grinning ridiculously as he scoops her up and carries her to his bed. They lie there kissing for a long time, unhurried, enjoying the tender moment in comfortable silence. They should have done this sooner, he thinks, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. It's not proper, but he has no room talking, he isn't exactly the Patron Saint of Virtue or anything and knows she'd been with that man she'd almost married. But, a part of him is okay with the way things worked out. He had her here now, curled into him, dressed in only a slip and a smile, he wouldn't have things any other way.
With that thought, he rolls Kitty onto her back, pinned beneath him. Her grin is still present, face flushed, as she blinks up at him between her long eyelashes with hooded, sultry eyes. Bucky's mouth on hers is rushed again, gathering her legs on either side of his hips and working up her slip. She groans when his fingers pull away her panties, discarding them over his shoulder and parting her thighs. He gives her this smile, not cocky like she's used to. It's vulnerable and so damn happy, he looks like he's found cloud nine. "Gonna miss you so much, doll."
She smiles back, helps him pull his muscle shirt over his head and pulls him back to her instantly. In the morning this man is going to get on a ship and go away to war. She shouldn't be taking him to bed. He might never come home. But, Katherine doesn't care. Kissing him back wholeheartedly, she tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he works his boxers down his legs and parts hers wider. She tells herself she wants him right now, despite the inevitable parting that will come with the sunrise.
Bucky licks his fingers, presses the wet digits between her legs and finds her to already be damp. He gives her a whimper of a groan, kisses her neck and chest. His fingers dip into her slick, thumb working her clit and Kitty gasps out a moan. Fetching a condom from his nightstand, Bucky kisses her again, his fingers moving inside and she further spreads her legs, tugs a bit on the brown locks in her hands.
Tucking Katherine's legs around his waist, Bucky rolls the condom on and angles his hips, replacing his fingers with his cock. A chorus of moans follow the sinking of his length into her fully. He gasps, holds his hips steady, kisses her throat and her shoulder, giving her a moment to relax before pistoning forward. Kitty cries out, louder than she'd expected, and her arms wind around his neck.
She holds his gaze, watches Bucky pull out and then drive into her again, sees the concentration and desire on his face. The visual pulls Kitty higher, allows her to disassociate from the discomfort of being so damn full. She lets out a breathless sob and Bucky gasps, sweat sheening his face, and neck, and shoulders. The salt of her skin on his tongue, and she's so goddamn sweet.
Kitty's nails rack across his shoulders, down his spine, she clutches his driving hips. Calls out his name under the force of his thrusts, there's pressure rising in the apex of her thighs, thrumming on her clit, the sensation rolling together and building as Bucky finds that sweet spot and hammers against it, everything inside her sings.
Katherine comes, cries out his name again, losing herself in an overwhelming crash of ecstasy. Bucky chases his own orgasm, so damn close, his body jolting like the snap of a whip when he finds it. Keening her name, she hears the sound rip from him, voice wrecked, and it's all so hot, and vivid, and so incredibly right.
"Love you," gasps Kitty, voice raw, mind clouded in post orgasmic bliss. She's burning up, but refuses to pull away from him. "I'm done pretending, Bucky Barnes. I love you." The latter is breathing hard, collapsed on top of her, burrowing into the nape of her neck and leaving ecstasy-induced love bites. "I know," He says, exhausted, and sweaty, and thoroughly fucked out. His chest heaves and he rolls them over and tossing the used condom in the waste bin, before pulling her into his side.
Every part of her is still hot to the touch, as Bucky kisses her again. "I know, I know, babydoll." He murmurs, tries to convey his heart as best he can. "I love you so much, Katherine Lucia Harris." She seems to accept that this is all he can give her right now, because she curls into him and nuzzles his neck. Bucky falls asleep thinking perhaps he'll come back from the war a better man, one who would properly confess his full intentions and eventually marry her.
Kitty doesn't sleep. She can't, she lies there the entire night beside him in the dark. Still dressed in her pale blue slip beside her very naked, sleeping lover. With the rise of the sun James Buchanan Barnes would don his uniform and ship out for England with the rest of the 107th Infantry Regiment. Come daylight all her hopes and dreams will board a ship at the 58th Street Pier with his fellow soldiers and leave her behind.
Around one o'clock Steve returns to the apartment. He tries to be as quiet as possible, but she's wide awake, so she hears him tiptoe through the living room and into his bedroom. The hours pass but sleep never claims her, instead she lies next to next to him. Bucky sleeps on his side, his back turned to her as he quietly snores. Kitty runs the back of her left hand over his exposed skin, the blanket pushed down around his waist. She traces from the curve of his hip up and over the ridges of his side, fingertips of her opposite hand coming up to trace higher, over his shoulder and then back down to his spine.
Soon the sky begins to brighten, the morning sun just barely peaking over the horizon and lighting their world and bringing the dreaded day with it. Katherine wishes that time would pause, freeze in this instant so that she could lie there beside him forever. But, he stirs at the gentle petting of her finger tips over his skin. Smiling dopily as he turns to her, sleep riddling his gorgeous features, "Good morning, beautiful." Bucky whispers, voice raw and groggy.
Her eyebrows pinch, he looks so wonderful in the dim light, she prays she'll be able to see this sight again. Maybe one day, when the war was over. "Morning, Sergeant." Kitty greets with a smile, pressing her lips to his. He moans into the kiss, rolling under her this time, his mouth become more and more insistent. "Gotta have you again, sweetheart." Bucky admits from where he lies beneath her, attempting to tug her slip up over her head.
"Steve's home," she informs, but helps him pull the material over her head and dump it at the foot of the bed. There's a cocky smirk on his hot mouth as he grins up at her, "Gonna have to be quiet for me then." Kitty excepts this challenge, adjusts herself over him, straddling his hips. He trails kisses down her neck and over her chest, fondles her breasts and closes his mouth over a nipple. She gasps aloud reminding her self to her quiet. Bucky's already hard and needy between her thighs and she's been hot for him the instant he'd pulled her on top of him.
Katherine eases onto his cock inside and tries not to moan too loudly. They should really be more modest, Steve probably doesn't want to hear his two closest friends plowing each other into Bucky's slightly squeaky mattress. But, it's her man's last day in New York and she'd be damned is she didn't give him the greatest farewell of his life. "I've gotta look at you, darlin'," He tells her, his voice is all baritone and seduction, and she can only groan in response.
She sits up straighter, leaning back to brace her palms on his thighs and begins to lift and fall on his cock. Bucky chokes out a moan, looking wrecked as she fucks the fatigue of slumber from him. "Oh god, Katherine." He hisses out, not even trying to be quiet. Kitty works herself on his cock, watching the way his tries to fight his eyes from closing in bliss. He'd wanted to watch her, so he does. His fingers dig into her hips, almost bruising, his moans growing louder.
Kitty covers his loud mouth with the flat of her palm, seeing his eyes blaze with desire as she tries to quiet him despite riding him like a goddamn champ. Bucky takes her wrist into one hand, the other holding her waist, and let's her smother down his moans. The situation makes him even more turned on. He's pretty sure he's had to muffle woman he's slept with in the past, but no one had ever done it to him. The idea makes him want to throw the being quiet idea right out the damn window.
The sun is painting the window sill now, but neither of them notices, as Bucky turns them over. He pins Katherine under him, legs thrown over his shoulders, and works on making her fucking sing for him. The new angle takes them both to new heights. Bucky groaning down into her neck and delivering each thrust with sniper's accuracy against her g-spot. Kitty cries out, loudly, Steve was surely awake now. She covers her own mouth, her thighs straining, twitching uncontrollably from the position he was holding them in.
James Buchanan Barnes fucks her with renewed vigor, the telltale knot in her gut pulling tight, as he pries her hand from her mouth and pins it down on the bed, "Wanna hear you, sweetheart." She tries really tries, not to moan too loudly, but each powerful thrust drives the breath from her lungs and she cries out against his shoulder. The knot pulls taut inside her and then snaps as he thrusts into a particularly tender sweet spot and Kitty comes screaming his name.
Bucky rolls off of her pumping his cock in his fist and leaning over to kiss her. He looks fucking beautiful all tense and fucked out, milking his cock for her. Kitty's a thankful when he comes against her thigh instead, they hadn't used protection this round after all. Despite their failure to be quiet, they both quickly dress and sneak out into the bathroom. They shower together, crowded close inside the tub with the curtain drawn closed.
They get a little distracted between washing each other's hair and lathering each other up. Bucky plows her up against the wall under the spray of the shower, a little rushed as he takes her to paradise and back, both to conserve water and to make it back to his room before Steve gets up. She finishes him on her knees on the tub floor, his back to the wall tile and his eye practically rolling back into his skull. They hurry into the clothes they'd come out in and rush out of the bathroom. The main room is empty and Steve's door is still closed, but they don't know if he's awake.
Dressing for the day in the outfit Winifred had packed into her overnight bag, she watches Bucky put on his uniform and is once again reminded what will happen later today. He looks good in Army Green, more handsome than she'd ever scene him, she thinks. Tucking his service cap under his arm, he kisses her again and leads her out into the kitchen. Katherine gets to work on the hearty breakfast his mother had demanded as he goes out for the morning paper.
He comes back in just a few short minutes and realizes as he watches her bustling around the kitchen that even in that brief while he'd begun to miss her already. How is he joining to go fight all the way across the sea in Europe, when he can't even walk down the street without aching for her. Bucky collects her in his arms again as she cooks, holds her close and kisses her hair. "I love you." He says, even though he hears Steve's door opening. "I love you too." Kitty replies.
If Steven Rogers had overheard their early morning romp—he'd definitely heard it— he doesn't mention it, but his cheeks are pink all of breakfast and he keeps looking at them with this big grin. The blonde is pretty glad the two of them had worked out this ridiculous dance they'd been at for ages. He'd known from early on that his best friend had been sweet on the girl and that she returned those feelings tenfold. It'd been waiting on them to realize it that had tried Steve's patience.
After breakfast Steve bids his best friend farewell. Then Bucky and his girl walk to Prospect Ave cuddled close together, clinging to their final hour together desperately. On the N Line they sit side by side, hands clasped as they stare at each other. He takes in all of her features, committing every feature to memory, as not to forget her in his absence. Bucky wonders how long his first tour will be, when he will return to her, if he will return at all. He brings her hands up to kiss the knuckles, nuzzles into the palm that cups his cheek. He'd be damned if he didn't come home to her.
They get off the train in Sunset Park, at 59th street, and the normally eleven minute walk takes admittedly longer than it should. Bucky holds her hand all the way to the Brooklyn Army Terminal. They take their sweet time, trying to make the most of these final moments. At the pier numerous soldiers are boarding, bidding their families and lovers farewell.
Sergeant Barnes kisses Katherine in front of all the strangers, holds her like she's the whole damn world, then he smiles at her. "I'll come back for you, darlin'." His voice is raw, eyes wet with emotion. Her eyebrows furrow, but she grins back at him, "You better, Serg." Kitty's eyes start watering without her consent, her lip quivering.
"Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry." Bucky's voice wavers and he gathers her in his embrace, holds her like he never wants to let her go, but he has too. It's the last call and all the other soldiers around him are making for the ship. "I love you so much, Kitty-cat."
"You come home to me, James Buchanan Barnes." He kisses her one final time before hitching his duffle higher over his shoulder and turning to march onto the ship that would take him off to England, a world a way from the love of his life.
Katherine waves as she watches him board, tears glittering in her eyes and gathering around the rim of her eyes again. He'd told her not to cry. As the ship pulls away from the dock and she can feel her heart sinking into her stomach. That day the love of her life sails across the sea and she cries herself to sleep that night. At the very least Steve would be here to miss him with her. Or so she thought.
We've finally met up with TFA and now comes the angst! Yay! Honestly, you aren't gonna like me very much, probably. Hope ya'll aren't too attached to Kitty/Bucky? For TFA bit it isn't gonna stray very much from the film, can't say anything about the epilogue though tbh. It probably won't be what you're expecting? Maybe? But, we've finally had or first and last addition on smut in this story though! It was a slow burn.
Anyway, how do you like it? Let me know what you think is coming in Bucky and Kitty's futures? What are you hoping for this story? Let me know! And, as always, thank you for reading and being patient with me.