Hi everybody !

Here we go with the final chapter. Thanks to the people who stuck with me (especially Wendyna108for all your nice reviews !)

Just for your information, this chapter has mature content.

Bucky jolted awake, air struck in his trachea. He forced his body to take deep breaths while his mind was slowly leaving the land of dreams. For a moment, he had been back in the Soulword. Alone with Joahnn Schmidt. No Sam this time, he had been frozen on the spot again, unable to move. As if he had been back on that godforsaken table in Azzano. He shook his head, trying to chase the bad memories away. He was going to have to tell Steve that Schmidt had somehow reappeared. He sighed, then turned his head to watch the man laying next to him, an arm around his waist. He would tell him. But for now… For now Steve needed his sleep. And he would probably wake up quickly if he sensed Bucky tossing beside him. He had already woken up during the night.

Carefully, the brunet extracted himself from the bed. Going back to sleep wasn't an option anymore, so he might as well get up. It wasn't really early anyway, Steve would probably wake up soon. After a stop in the bathroom, Bucky went to the kitchenette and stood up in the middle of the room. He was thirsty, he realised suddenly. Damn, being back in the real world was still strange. There had been no physical need in the soul world. Here he had to remind himself to drink, to eat, to go the bathroom, to rest a bit, the temperatures changed…

It would pass, Bucky told himself as he started to prepare some tea. It was a habit he had taken during those two years. Wakanda had coffee of course, but people in the village usually drank tea. And, being with them for the major part of his time at the beginning of his recovery, he had taken upon drinking tea more often than coffee. He smiled as the memory of seeing the villagers yesterday afternoon came in mind. The kids had almost jumped on him and Steve. He laughed while he poured water, thinking back on their excitement. They had rambled on for hours, playing with his air while Steve laid on the grass, his head in Bucky's lap.

The afternoon had been much calmer than the morning, that was for sure. As he sipped his tea, Bucky let his mind go back to when the last ship arrived.

Every person who had fought in any of the battles and was still in Wakanda was present for the return of the last ship. It was, to say the least, a lot of people. And if he was honest with himself, he wasn't really comfortable.

Bucky let his gaze travel over the crowd. The Avengers and their 'associates' were present -with some additions like May Parker. M'Baku and his tribe -some of his men had fought and some were in the ship-, as well as a lot of Wakandans, were here, civilian or not. And he could see part of the Asgardian people. The crowd was probably around a hundred and a half people.

Even if the rational part of his brain was telling him that Wakanda was safe, he couldn't bring himself to relax completely. To add a bit more discomfort, the sun was shining high in the sky, and so the temperature was higher than usual.

As Steve and him joined the main group, Sam caught his eye and nodded, a small frown on his own face. Okay, so he was clearly not alone in this situation. It made it a bit better actually. He was about to tell Steve that Sam was near, accompanied by Natalia, Wanda and Barton when a booming voice resonated behind them.

"Steve, my friend !" Both men turned in synch to see the God of Thunder -with his eyes of different colours- arrive, accompanied by a blonde woman.

"Thor. Captain." Greeted Steve.

"Captain", answered the woman with a twinkle in her eyes.

Steve shook his head slightly and turned towards him. "Buck, let me present you Carol Danvers and Thor."

Oh, so that was the famous Carol Danvers. "James Barnes", Bucky said while shaking their hands, "but you can call me Bucky."

"Oh so you're the one making Steve blush !" replied Danvers. Thor laughed.

"Hum" hesitated Bucky. He turned his head towards Steve to gather more information but… the blond was indeed starting to blush. Nevermind.

"Anyway. Here's Fury. If you'll excuse me, I need to ask him about Goose." A what now ? "I'll see you all later. It was nice finally meeting you Robocop !"

And then she was gone. Bucky took a moment to recover from this strange meeting. She was an interesting character, that was for sure.

The smile he felt spreading on his face must have attracted the attention of Thor, because he chuckled only seconds after.

"Ah yes, she is always like that. She was a beacon of light, what with her abilities and flamboyant personality."

"Your highness. Mr Rogers and Barnes." Interrupted Okoye, "I am going to ask you to take a few steps back The ship will be there in mere moments."

The three men quickly obeyed and completed the circle other people had started to form. As for Okoye, she relayed the same message to the rest of the crowd. Then she went back to her post, next to the royal family. She quickly beamed at another Dora – Ayo, if Bucky remembered correctly-, then resumed her straight stance.

Within minutes, the ship was landing. As soon as the door opened, chaos was unleashed. Cries of joy echoed throughout the city after only a few seconds. It was really over, Bucky realised.

Thor clasped his hands on their shoulders and excused himself – he had some people to welcome. Bucky followed him from afar and saw the god hug tightly a woman. She had a white armour, coloured skin and long brown hair. He asked Steve if he knew her. Brunnhilde. Yeah, you don't want to mess with her. She was really helpful against Thanos. I think you'll like her. She speaks as she thinks, no filter.

Some time passed. Steve and he greeted Wakandan soldiers, and Bucky introduced Steve, Natalia and Barton to the Guardians of the Galaxy and Stephen Strange with the help of Sam and Wanda.

Then Bucky turned looked around for Steve 2.0. Turned out he didn't have to search a lot, because the kid had already found them and was almost running in their direction, Stark in tow.

"Mr Barnes !" exclaimed Peter, before hugging Bucky.

The brunet huffed but returned the embrace. "Kid, I already told you to call me Bucky."

"Yeah I know, I know. It just slips sometimes."

"Come on kid. Quit the hugging, you're gonna give Stark a heart attack."

It wasn't true. Stark only had a raised eyebrow, but Peter couldn't see it. So he jumped away from Bucky, red faced. Then he saw Steve and started babbling. Some things would never change apparently.

He heard Steve laugh next to him and saw him shaking the young man's hand. Then he looked back at Bucky, then at Steve, then at Bucky again.

The brunet, sensing what he was wondering and probably wouldn't ask, took Steve's fingers in his own and smiled.

"Oh my gosh. This is so great. I have to tell MJ. Can I tell her ?"

Bucky laughed. An over excited puppy. That was the comparison he was looking for. "Yes, you can. Tell her I say hi, will ya ?" The kid nodded enthusiastically.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to say anything more. Steve suddenly tightened his grip on Bucky's hand. The brunet raised his head to see what was troubling his boyfriend and zeroed on the 'problem' in an instant. Stark. Ok, so, not everything had been solved apparently.

The man didn't seem aggressive, maybe only a little bit tense.

He looked at Peter, and told him his aunt was waiting for him to call his friends.

"Steve", he said, offering his hand. "Glad everybody made it out alive."

The blond shook Stark's hand -without letting go of Bucky's- and answered stiffly. "Me too Tony, me too."

"Alright. It's awkward. Take care. Bye !", the billionaire said. Then he turned slightly in Bucky's direction, nodded, then flew away.

"You two will get better eventually." Bucky offered.

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right, punk."

"Jerk."

Their surroundings momentarily forgotten, Bucky leaned in and pecked Steve's lips. It stayed chaste, and brief, but it was enough to attract attention. They came back to the present movement thanks to a sharp whistle. That could only be… "Sam", supplied Steve.

And indeed, it was him. Both men turned in time to see him sporting a huge grin. Shuri was beaming too, her thumbs up. Natalia and Wanda were sporting similar smirks. As for Barton… he yelled "Keep it PG, grandpas." Enough said.

The party after that had been great, all this considered. Less awkward than expected. But Thor -and his friend Brunnhilde-, Carol, Natasha, Steve and he had still out-drunk everybody else.

It had been good to see Steve finally taking time to stay with his friends, and not only Bucky. Even if he had kept an eye on him every second, that is.

And after that, well… After a good half an hour of Steve confusing him with a raft boat, they had retired in the quarters. That had been nice too.

Bucky was pulled out of his memories by a whine coming from the bedroom. Curious – and a bit worried if he was honest, cause it was Steve after all-, he waited to see if that happened again. He took a gulp of tea while waiting. Argh, bad idea. It was completely cold now and very bitter. He placed his almost empty cup on the bar and crossed his arms.

The brunet didn't have to wait for long before the sound came again. Steve was probably having a nightmare again. Couldn't he get some rest ? He sighed and went to the bedroom with the intention to wake up the blond. Here he was, curled up in foetal position, head buried in Bucky's pillow.

Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, on the left side he had been occupying during the night. It was cold now, so he must have been out for longer than he thought. Careful not to touch the blond, he leaned over and called Steve's name. The man stilled, but didn't react any more than that, so Bucky called again. Except instead of waking up as Bucky supposed he would do, Steve curled up further into himself, the pillow disappearing into his arms.

"Steve.", Bucky said, tugging the pillow away, "Come on, show me your baby blues."

"No. Stop. Stop talking. Please stop."

Bucky frowned. What on Earth… "Stevie ?"

"No. You're not real." Oh. Okay. That was to be expected at some point.

"Steve. I'm real. We won, Thanos is dead. There was a fight about two days ago now, where you and others picked up the magic rocks and sent this purple asshole to Hell. You brought everyone back, Stevie. We're safe."

"No, it's too good to be true."

"Steve. Could an hallucination do this ?" Bucky asked, before he ripped the pillow from Steve's grip. At that, the man lifted his head, hope in his eyes but a frown still present. "Would your memory of me do this ?", he asked just before kissing Steve lightly on the forehead. "Or this ?" he kissed him on the mouth.

"Buck ?" Steve had hope written all over his face now.

"Yes punk. I'm here."

"You're real."

"Yeah", Bucky nodded, "not going anywhere."

That seemed to have convinced Steve because not two seconds after, Bucky was pressed flat on his back on the mattress. The blond was straddling him, his right hand on Bucky's torso, the left tangled in his hair. Apparently, he intended to kiss every patch of Bucky's skin. Now, it wasn't as if Bucky didn't like the attention -quite the opposite, really-, but that just wasn't Steve's style. Something was up.

He tried calling Steve, to make him stop for a second. That didn't work. Instead, the blond just sucked a hickey on his collarbone. That felt nice, for sure. But Bucky hadn't forgotten his objective. He called Steve again, without result once more. He was about to try a third time when Steve pinched his two nipples at the same time, making him gasp and arch his back.

Okay that was it. Bucky launched his hips and finally managed to roll them almost face to face on the bed.

"Steve. Steve.", he pleaded. His punk finally stopped, but didn't look up.

"I need… I need you. I need to feel you. I…"

"Hey. Hey hey, Steve. Look at me." Slowly the blond lifted his head. Bucky cupped his face and ran his thumbs over his cheeks.

"You can feel me without us having sex. It's okay." Steve didn't answer, just nodded. "Breathe with me alright ?"

Bucky waited until his lover rolled on his side and they were facing each other. Okay. How could he say that without sounding… rude ? "Now, I'm not saying I don't wanna have sex with ya, punk. I just don't want it to be rushed because of fear one of us could disappear or else. I want it to be because we want to have sex together. And I'm totally fine with sex being our activities of yesterday too."

Steve paused, then frowned slightly. "Yeah, okay." He sighed. "But… I want you."

"You sure sweetheart ?"

"Yes. I want you, Buck. Not because I'm afraid or anything else. Even if it pushed me a bit, I admit. But I really want you Buck. I want to kiss you, I want to feel your hands on me, I want to feel your mouth on me. And I want to taste you, to map every inch of this beautiful body of yours."

"Okay okay, I get it. Jeez, you sap." Bucky smiled and leaned in to kiss Steve, who framed his face with his warm palms. Well at least as much as he could considering their current position. Bucky ran his right hand down Steve's left arm, caressing his skin. So they were going to have sex. They just… needed to know who would do what. He was fine with anything really, but he didn't know about Steve.

The brunet thought about how to ask while his hand explored a bit the broad chest of his lover. He kept the touch light, the rib injury of the blond still in mind. His hand returned to Steve's bicep before he opened his mouth. "Steve, how do you –"

"Fuck me." Well, that was direct at least. "Okay", he whispered, then kissed Steve. It was chaste at first, then he parted Steve's lips with his tongue. They kissed gently for some time, then Bucky broke the kiss. He asked Steve if there was lube nearby, and was directed to the nightstand by a beautifully blushing man. Good, it would have been really annoying to have to report just to go looking for the lube. And it wasn't as if they needed condoms.

Bucky rolled on the mattress, grabbed the bottle -which was missing a few of the liquid already- in the drawer and rolled back on his previous position, lube thrown on one of the pillows. The hand that had been curled around Steve' bicep travelled around his slender waist, gently bringing them closer. Steve did the same and intertwined their legs.

The position wasn't ideal though, so Bucky tugged them both upright. They settled on their knees, Steve's arm around his shoulders, getting as close as possible.

Bucky slid his left hand behind Steve's neck, while the other slowly lowered to grip his lover's bottom. He moaned through their kiss when Steve tugged his hair. That was interesting, possibly something they would have to look into in the future… But for now… for now he had a firm ass under his palm. And a lover whom he wanted to discover in depth.

And that started with his neck. Bucky broke their kiss and brought his mouth to the side of Steve's neck. He kissed the skin lightly at first, then with a bit more pressure and finished by biting it teasingly. Steve tightened his grip on the brunet's hair at the first bite, making him shudder in return.

Bucky then travelled a bit more, down to the blond's collarbone. There, he sucked a light bruise on the delicious skin. And scored jackpot. Steve groaned at that, his back arching and making their chests collide.

Bucky repeated the gesture on the other side while Steve was kneading his ass with both hands.

When both men started grinding against each other, Bucky finally directed his attention to Steve's nipples. It was time to play, he thought, as a smirk grew on his face.

The brunet teased the bundle of skin with his teeth, and got two set of fingers digging into his cheeks in retaliation. Oh, that was going to be so good.

Time flew and suddenly Bucky found himself on top of a laying Steve, pushing a lubed knuckle past his rim. The blond's breath caught up as his body tensed automatically, and the hand cupping his head clenched his hair. Bucky kissed his man to distract him from the unusual sensation. It worked quite well. In no time, Steve was back to roaming his hands over the brunet's body while he carried on his preparation.

Alternating between kisses on the lips and his chest, Bucky didn't rush, letting Steve get used to his fingers. The blond might have the serum, but it would be his first time bottoming, and Bucky was enhanced as well. Better be safe than sorry.

On top of that, this long preparation had allowed him to find Steve's prostate, if the little cry the man under him had let go was any indication.

Let's see if he could do that again. Bucky twisted his fingers once, twice, before he got the wanted reaction. Steve gasped Bucky and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip. His flushed face was a marvel to look at.
Satisfied, the brunet kissed Steve and withdrew his fingers.

Bucky chuckled at the little whine his lover let escape at the loss. He grabbed the lube and poured some in his palm. It was rather cold… He waited for a few second before applying it then stroke himself a few times. Then he lifted his head to see Steve watching him through half closed eyes.

He kissed Steve, then aligned himself. He put a hand on the blond's tight, opening his legs a bit wider then looked up in Steve's eyes.

"Come on already, I'm not made of glass."

Bucky huffed then slowly pushed into Steve. It was hard, because the sensations were overwhelming -Steve was still tight and so deliciously hot-, but he managed to not go in one thrust. He might have large hands and fingers, but his dick was definitely bigger. He released his breath once he bottomed out and looked at Steve. His face was crumpled, his breath coming quickly.

"You were saying ?", he asked, before grabbing Steve's leg and putting it behind his back.

"Shut up you jerk -ah." "Punk", Bucky joked, trying to stay still.

Then to make amends, he lowered his head and kissed Steve gently. He maintained himself on his forearms until his lover pressed his ankles into Bucky's lower back, signalling him that he could move.

Soon enough, they were both a mess of tangled limbs, their breaths coming in gasps. They kissed with their mouth half open, swallowing the other's moans. Both men were too hot and sweaty, but Bucky couldn't care less. He was with Steve and that was all he needed. All that mattered.

Sensing he was close, Bucky reaffirmed his grip on Steve's member, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts. The blond probably wasn't going to last long either. His gasps and moans were getting higher pitched each time, which probably was a good indicator. His face was the perfect picture of debauchery. Flushed, pupils so dilated Bucky had a hard time discerning the blue, lips red and puffy after all their kisses.

"You're so beautiful", Bucky whispered before pressing his lips to the junction between Steve's jaw and neck. A quite sensitive spot he had learned. The answer that Steve tried to deliver died on his lips, a strangled sound coming out instead.

Bucky, he moaned, closing his eyes. His ankles pressed them even closer and his arms clung to the brunet's shoulders. His breath was becoming erratic.

BUCKY, Steve cried, his whole body tensing up. Bucky thrusted a few times more, riding Steve through his orgasm then pulled out. He stroke himself twice before Steve put a hand on top of his own and pulled him down for a kiss. Then they only stroke him together once before he was coming too, his shout muffled by Steve's mouth.

A few moments later he collapsed next to Steve, his chest heaving. He closed his eyes as a huge smile took place on his face. It only broadened when Steve put his forehead on his shoulder and kissed his arm.

Bucky opened his eyes and turned his face to the right towards his lover. Two blue orbs were staring back at him, still slightly dazed. Bucky brought up his arm to caress Steve's chest and smiled at him.

"I love you Buck", Steve whispered.

"Love you Stevie", he replied. He let his hand travel slightly to the south and come in contact with something wet. Ah, right, he thought as he lowered his gaze.

He blindly reached for the tissues he knew were on the nightstand and wiped their mess off of Steve's abdomen. Then he threw the tissue in the direction of the bin. A soft thud signalled he had achieved his goal.

"Score !" chuckled Steve before capturing his lips.

The two supersoldiers kissed lazily for some time then Steve rolled them over. Bucky was on his left side, Steve curled behind him. The blond slid an arm around his waist and drew him closer. They finally settled, back to chest, Steve's right leg in between Bucky's, sheets up to their waists. The brunet brought Steve's hand to his mouth, kissed it then placed it back on his stomach, interlacing their fingers.

Bucky closed his eyes, savouring his lover's warmth. There. They had all the time in the world.

This is it.

This (quite long) chapter concludes this fix-it of Avengers 3.

Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of it.

See you around !

Mel