More secrets revealed. Hope you all like it.
Arie's POV:
I ignored him again as the car stopped. Quickly getting out and rushing into the complex and up the stairs, hoping to be left alone.
That was wishful thinking.
When I reached the apartment, Sam was waiting for us, on the couch.
"Bird Brain, just the person I needed to see." I scoffed, slamming the door before I rushed into the bedroom.
"Woah. That's a nice way to greet a guest!" He called after me.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I muttered, turning, and placing a fake smile on my face before flipping him the bird. "Is this better?" I asked him.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What did Cyborg do to you this time?" He asked, as he crossed his arms over his chest, amused.
"He didn't do anything… you're the one who—" I growled as I took a threatening step towards him.
"Arie, please, knock it off…" Bucky said, exasperatedly, as he walked through the door.
"Posle vsego der'ma, kotoroye on nadelal doma? ya dolzhen nadrat' yemu zadnitsu na sleduyushchey nedele!" I spat at him. (After all the shit he caused back home? I should beat his ass into next week!)
"Tebe nuzhno uspokoit'sya. Eto plokho ni dlya tebya, ni dlya rebenka." Bucky replied, tiredly. (You need to calm down. This isn't good for you or the baby.)
"Really? You expect me to calm down after the shit he caused back home? Oh, this just gets better and better." I scoffed, walking away.
"Arie…" I heard him call after me.
I ignored him and briskly made my way into the room before slamming it shut, and locking it.
Bucky's POV:
I winced as I heard the door of the bedroom slam shut.
"Fucking hell." I muttered, dropping our things by the door before heading into the kitchen to grab two beers from the refrigerator, popping the cap off quickly off of mine.
"Well, she looked mad." Sam commented as he took the beer I offered him from me.
"She's pissed." I replied, taking a big gulp of the beer.
He hummed, as he popped the cap and took a sip. "What'd ya do?" He asked.
"Nothing. The fucking contact in Omsk turned out to be Karl Fischer. That fucker tried to fucking use the trigger words, and Arie lost it. She snapped their necks with a quick twitch of her fingers." I muttered, gulping down more of the beer.
"Wait. Director Fury's contact? As in the one who trusts Arie, did this?" He asked, shocked.
"Yeah that's not even the worst part. That fucker was planning to kidnap me and her and reprogram us by triggering the words for both of us…" I replied, trying to reign in my anger.
"What? Well, is she okay now?" He asked me, setting down his beer.
"Fuck, I don't know. She wouldn't talk to me on the drive here. She did everything in her power not to. Even pretend to be asleep. I don't know what else to do." I replied, frustrated.
"You want me to talk to her?" He asked, raising a brow.
I looked at him for a moment, before shaking my head at him. Laughing at what could happen if he did that.
"No, she's pissed at both of us right now. She'll kick your ass if you go anywhere near that room." I replied, chuckling at his surprised expression.
"She's pissed at me? What the hell did I do?" He asked, offended.
Someone else spoke before I could even form a proper response.
"You told everyone I was pregnant." My doll said, suddenly appearing at the doorway.
Sam's eyes widened comically as he realized what she had said. "Hey. Wait. Hang on. I never told anyone that you're pregnant. I simply said that we talked about naming your first born after me, and I spoke to— *gasp*— oh, that little— they're so dead when I get back home." He growled, pulling out his phone.
"Who?" She demanded, staying by the doorway.
"Take a wild guess, Barton." He muttered, as we watched his fingers fly across the screen.
I twitched as I heard her maiden name. Damn, I was itching to hear my last name on her..
"If you fucking told Steve Rogers, your ass is dead where you stand, Wilson. You know Steve and Nat are the biggest gossips in that fucking compound!" She growled as Sam took a step back.
"Easy, doll. Calm down, you don't want to hurt Feathers over there." I whispered in her ear.
She sighed, taking a step into the room, only for me to pull her towards me.
"I'm not going to hurt him, James. I'm hungry. Now move before I smack you instead of him." She muttered, relaxing into my hold.
"James?" I asked, clearly offended.
"That is what your mom named you, right?" She asked, challengingly.
"Yes, but I hate when you call me that. You always call me Bucky, or handsome, or babe… you never use James unless you're mad…" I replied, trying not to pout.
"I am mad at you…" She pointed out, trying to get out my arms.
"No. Not happening, doll." I replied, tightening my hold slightly around her, as I kept my hand discreetly in her flat stomach.
Sam coughed to hide his laughter as my doll turned to give him the evil eye.
"How about I make it up to you, Arie?" He asked her.
She raised a brow, leaning further into me as I discreetly continued to rub her stomach.
"How?" She asked, groaning.
"I'll buy you some food." He offered, with a smile.
"I want black chocolate cake, and creamy fruit salad." She said, concedingly, before he could offer her something else.
Sam's jaw dropped as his eyes fled to mine.
I bit my lip trying not to laugh at his expression, as I shrugged my shoulders in response.
"What about actual food?" He asked.
My doll looked up at me, biting her lip. "Pirozhki or Pelmeni?" She asked, shyly.
"Soup?" I asked with a smile.
She nodded shyly in response before taking the beer out of my hand and bringing it up to her lips.
Before I could stop myself I snatched the bottle from her hands, and handed her a water bottle instead.
"Why can't she drink alcohol?" Sam asked, suspiciously.
We both turned to look at him before sharing a look between us.
"I am recovering from food poisoning. Been throwing up all the way back. Probably dehydrated..." She explained, as she chugged half the bottle.
"Why do I feel like you're lying to me? What are you two hiding?" He asked as his eyes narrowed at us.
She looked back at me, before looking back at him. I felt myself tense as we all waited for her to speak, taking a sip of my beer as we did.
"Sam, we're married." She said, calmly.
I spurted, coughing violently, as I rushed towards the sink to spit the rest of my beer into it.
The little shit had the audacity to laugh at my reaction, as I coughed and sputtered for a few seconds.
"Arie…" I said, warningly, as I turned to look at her.
She smirked at me in response. I knew this was her way of getting back at me for pissing her off earlier.
She scoffed, "Oh come on, Buck, they were going to find out eventually." She said, turning to look at Sam with a self satisfied smile.
I rolled my eyes at her amusement.
"Since when?!" He finally asked, smiling widely as he leaned over the counter.
I looked at her, staring her down, as she leaned over, giving me the perfect view of her ample chest, before she turned her head to the side and raised a brow in my direction.
I grumbled, shaking my head at her, choosing to ignore her challenge before turning to look at Sam.
"We got married before we left Wakanda." I finally replied, as we held up our wrist to show him the tattoos that we got instead of rings.
"So you have been married for almost two years?" He asked us. "The entire time you've been back." He added in realization.
"Almost three years." My doll said, as I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her relax into me.
"How did we not know?" Sam asked, shocked.
"We never told anyone. Nobody knows except Shuri, Her Majesty, their priest and T'Challa. We weren't ready to tell anyone, and we felt that if it got out, and Hydra caught wind of it… we would be in more danger than we already are." She explained, leaning further into me.
"Well, congratulations. Your secret is safe with me." He promised.
"I swear to God, Sam, if you tell anyone about this...I'll kill you myself. No one will find your body." She warned.
"Duly noted, Mrs. Barnes. Now, food?" He asked.
"Yes please." She replied, as an angelic smile appeared on her face as she looked up at me.
"Alright, I'll be back with that. Buck, why don't you come with me?" He suggested.
I looked down at her for a second. "What do you say, doll?" I asked her.
"Go. I'll be in the room when you come back. I need to check on the information we got from Fischer. Did you bring your computer back up here?" She asked.
I nodded in response, pointing to the table that was set by the entrance.
"Great, then go on. Hurry back, I'm hungry." She said as she pulled away from me, and made her way towards the bag.
"On it." I muttered, as I pulled Sam out of the door.
