A Bit of Fluff. Enjoy.


The Next Morning:

We woke up early in the morning to realize the snow was still falling.

"Good morning, krasivaya." Bucky whispered, drowsily. (Beautiful)

"Mhm… good morning…" I muttered back groaning as I sat up.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, smirking, as I winced in response.

"I'm sore…" I whimpered, wincing, as I stretched my arms up in the arm.

"Do you need help standing?" He asked, when I winced again as I moved.

"Yes, please." I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

"On it, give me a second." He replied before leaning over the side of the bed and picking something up, before sliding in his boxers and standing up.

"Why the hell am I so sore and you're not?" I complained.

"Because I did the railing last night. You took the railing." He sniped as he picked me up bridal style and made his way towards the bathroom, setting me down on the counter before he turned on the bathtub.

I shook my head at his amusement, before hoping down and limping towards the toilet, wincing as I sat down.

"Feeling sore?" He asked again, with amusement.

"You know I am. Quit being an ass." I muttered, moving my hair from my face as I pulled off his t-shirt.

"Sorry, moya lyubov. I can't help it. Seeing you like this, and remembering what we did last night. That I was able to make your body climb to extreme heights and scream like you did last night. I can't help being smug." He explained as he kneeled before me. (My love)

"I love you too, krasivyy. Not that I'm complaining about what happened. Because I am thoroughly satisfied. But how the hell are we going to get to Omsk if I can hardly walk?" I asked, pouting. (handsome)

"You'll feel better after we eat and shower. I should have probably not gone so hard last night …" He mutters sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I would have been fine had you let me finish riding you. But no, you just had to be impatient." I retorted as we both turned to the half full tub.

"I like control. Can't help it when I'm with you…" He muttered, shrugging as he helped me over to the tub before lifting me and setting me in it.

I winced as the steamy water hit my tender skin for a moment before relaxing into it.

"I'll let you enjoy your bath while I prepare something for us to eat. If you're still sore after the bath, then I'll go to Omsk myself and you can stay here to rest." He said, leaning down to kiss my forehead before leaving the bathroom.

I sat there in the water for a few minutes, enjoying as my overused muscles finally relaxed.

When I felt relaxed enough I reached over the side and grabbed the shampoo and body wash before quickly washing away all the sweat and grim from the night before.

I was still wincing slightly as I climbed out of the large claw foot bathtub, grabbing a towel and wrapping myself before exiting the bathroom.

I quietly made my way towards the room, giggling as I realized the bed was broken again. Fury was going to kill us when he found out.

Looking at the weather outside, I quickly pulled on a pair of fleece lined jeans, and a black long sleeve before pulling on the thickest coat I could find in my bag. Realizing we were going to probably walk at some point I chose to wear my black combat.

"Hey, food's ready. Take a seat." He muttered, as I walked into the kitchen.

I groaned as I inhaled the aroma of the food, lowering myself gently onto the stool as he shoved the plate towards me.

"Eat. I'll go shower and change so we can leave. That bottle over there has some ibuprofen, take two, with water or juice." He instructed, kissing my forehead again before walking out of the kitchen and towards the bathroom.

I groaned, before grabbing the fork and practically inhaling the food, burning myself several times in the process.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled at me amused.

"You showered fast." I commented, after I gulped down the orange juice he left for me, while ignoring that look he was giving me.

"Had to. We need to leave soon. It's almost eight." He replied looking down at his wrist as I grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and took out two pills.

"Give me a minute I need to drink the two pills." I muttered, popping them into my mouth before gulping down the res of the juice.

When I was done I got up and quickly went back to the room to grab my bag, sighing as I looked into it before making my way back towards the kitchen.

"Where to first?" I asked, as I secured the bag to my side.

"Down to Vlad's Auto shop." He replied, as he grabbed his coat.

"What for? We don't have a car." I muttered confused.

"Where do you think we're getting one, genius?" He replied motioning towards the door.

I grumbled following him towards the door.

"Stop pouting, doll. Come on, we need to get a move on." He said as he locked the door, and took my hand, leading the way.

"Not pouting…" I mumbled, as we walked down the stairs.

"Whatever you say, milaya." He muttered back as we made our way out of the complex.

We both slowly made our way down the snowy street, smiling when an elder woman stopped us to tell us what a beautiful couple we made.

When we arrived at Vlad's a few minutes later, Bucky quickly went to speak with the man called Vlad as I stood in the lot looking at the many cars that sat there.

Bucky walked out a moment later with the keys of one, leading me towards the black Lada Niva.

"Get in." He instructed, as he got into the driver's side, before heading back to the compound. "Let's get our bags, we're going to have to stay out there for a few days. You call Sam, I'll grab our things." He instructed as he parked in front of the complex, and exited the car, quickly making his way inside.

I sighed, pulling out the cell phone and dialing the familiar number.

"Wilson here."

"Sam, change of plans. We're heading to Omsk. I need you to meet us there, bring us what I asked you to bring, after that, you can go home."

"What happened to staying in Khimki?" He asked, confused.

"That was only for the night. Our lead is in Omsk. We have to drive for thirty four hours…" I explained.

"Alright. I'll head to Khimki, and wait for you two back at the complex. I have to make sure you two get this before you two go under the radar." He muttered, tiredly.

I smiled at the thought. "Great, you're a real peach, Sammy." I replied, smiling brightly.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be careful. Your brother is worried about your safety." He replied.

I sighed, "I know he is. Can you tell him I'm alright please? Tell him whatever you need to to make him think I'll be home soon." I replied as Bucky walked out of the complex with our bags, and threw them into the back.

Sam grumbled, before he answered. "Fine. But I don't think it's a good idea to keep lying to them." He replied.

"I know. I will explain everything once this is done. For now. Just stay safe. Keep me posted on whatever happens back home. I owe you big, Sammy." I replied.

"You sure do. Just know that this will cost both of you. And I demand you name your first born after me." He said, causing me to laugh.

"What if it's a girl?" I asked him, amused, as Bucky sat back in the driver's seat, raising a brow at me in question.

"Hey Samantha is a nice name. Think about it, Samantha J Barnes. It has a nice ring to it." He replied, amused.

"Samantha J Barnes? What does the J stand for?" I asked as Bucky pulled away from the curb.

"Jacqueline. It's the girl version of James." He explained.

I snorted at the response, causing Bucky to look at me with a raised brow. "Man you have really thought this through haven't you, Sammy?" I asked.

"Of course I have, Arie. You two are my good friends. Plus, I think I deserve to get some sort of recompense after walking into Bucky railing you back in Munich, don't you think?" He asked, amused.

"Hey, in our defense, we told you we would be busy that afternoon. It's not our fault you busted in there like you owned the place. Besides, we completed the mission effectively." I replied defensively.

"Be that as it may, you could have done that shit in the room, you know, like any normal person? Besides, we were sharing the damn suit, how the hell was I supposed to know you two would be going at it like animals on the balcony? You nasties." He retorted.

"Now where is the spontaneity in doing it in the bedroom? We like to live in the moment." I cheekily replied, with an eye roll. "Now with that being said. Call me when you arrive in Khimki and we'll finish discussing what you said." I added.

"Alright. I'll see you two this weekend. Stay safe." He replied before hanging up.

I smiled widely as I thought of what Sam had said.

"What did Bird Brain want?" Bucky asked, as he got onto the highway.

"He asked why we would be going to Omsk when we were supposed to be staying in Khimki." I replied, still giggling at the name Sam told me.

"What else did he say?" He asked as he looked in the rear view mirror.

"He wants us to name our first born after him. Because he walked in on us in Munich." I replied laughing again.

"That was his fault. We told him—" he began before I nodded.

"That's exactly what I told him. But he claims that it wasn't his fault that we had to share the suit, and he also added that a normal couple would have the decency to at least do that in the room." I informed him, chuckling.

"Yeah, no. We warned him not to go to the room until five at least. He didn't listen. Now, what was this about naming our first born after him?" He asked in interest.

I bit my lip trying to hide the smile that hadn't left my lips before turning to look at him. "He said he deserves some sort of compensation for walking into that." I answered, with a shrug.

Bucky rolled his eyes in response before turning to look at me curiously.

"What was the name he suggested?" He asked.

"Samantha Jacqueline Barnes for a girl." I replied with a smile.

"And for a boy?" He asked, giving me a smirk.

"My guess is Samuel James Barnes." I replied with another smile.

He tilted his head to the side, biting his lower lip as he got lost in thought.

I turned to look out the window lost in my own thoughts. My head going to the future I hoped to come. A life of happiness and freedom.

"Well I'll be…" he muttered, shaking his head in amusement.

"What?" I asked, turning to look at him as I pulled out of my thoughts.

"Call me crazy but I like the names Sam told you." He said, smiling at me.

"I like them too. More the girl one though. Can you imagine having a little girl that looked like you?" I asked, sighing.

"I think having a baby, boy or girl, with you would be amazing. I would die of happiness. Because that would mean we now have something that came out of you and me. Something that is worth everything we are going through now." He replied with a smile.

"You're right. So, let's get this done so we can focus on having our happily ever after." I replied with a smile of my own.

"You read my mind, Miss. Barton." He smirked as we neared the stop.

"Always do, Mr. Barnes." I replied as he exited the highway and drove into a gasoline station.