A/N: So here it is! The final part of Upon The Edge Of Glory! I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope to see many of you in the next instalment. It's called When The Past Comes Calling, and the first chapter is already posted. Thank you SO much for all your support. :D
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Onwards!
Epilogue
"Daphne, get in here!"
Sighing silently to myself, I put down the batter-covered spoon in my hand and walked towards the lounge, where Ja- Bucky was intently watching the TV. It was only small, as we didn't want technology to take over our life in the countryside, but it was helpful to stay up to date with current events in the world.
On the screen was a news report about a recent Avengers raid, during which they finally got their hands on Loki's sceptre, which had 'gone missing' (it was actually stolen) during the helicarrier fiasco with Hydra.
I sighed. "I wondered how long it'd be."
"So this is the - what did you call it? - Age of Ultron?"
I nodded. "The start of it, yes." I glanced down at him, a frown pulling at my lips. "We can't just stand by and do nothing, Bucky."
Bucky sighed and got up, turning off the TV as he did so. He walked over to me and I willingly placed my head on his shoulder when he loosely wrapped his arms around me. "We knew this was coming."
"I know," I murmured. "I didn't realise it was this close. I mean, what about Pietro? Do you think he can be saved?"
Placing a soft kiss on the crown of my head, Bucky murmured, "We can't save everybody, Daph. All anyone can ever do is just try."
"But we're going to help, right?"
Bucky gave me a look. "You know the rules, sweetheart."
"But, James-"
"Daphne, we've discussed this already," he said firmly. "And you agreed to it." He cradled my face in his hands, sending me a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay. You know that better than I do."
I let out a groan. "Uh, fine! Now go put some damn clothes on."
Bucky chuckled. "Is what I'm wearing not decent enough for you, doll?"
"It's fine for me," I said with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure the others wouldn't appreciate you walking around only in a pair of boxers. Now scoot. I have a phone call to make."
Bucky dropped a quick but fiery kiss on my lips before heading down the hallway and towards the basement, where all our mission equipment was kept. Before he reached it however, he turned around, a teasing frown on his face. "I thought I asked you to stop calling me James."
I groaned, rolling my eyes. "I'm not gonna be able to make the change instantaneously. I got used to calling you James, even in my head, so changing to Bucky is just... weird. Be patient, for crying out loud."
Bucky grinned and winked at me, before turning and sauntering away again. I followed him with my eyes until he disappeared from view, then shook my head and moved towards the phone, swiftly dialling a number I knew very well at this point.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Laura, it's Daphne."
"Daphne? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I need a favour."
