Author's Note: italicized words are their thoughts.


As we all watched in horror as we watched the person on the screen recall all of the events that happened.

As soon as I saw everything, my head started to hurt.

I stood up, and made my way towards the room in the back of the jet, needing time to gather my thoughts.

I could hear Bucky get up and follow me as I briskly made my way in, and closing the door behind myself.

What happened to me? Why does my head feel as if it's about to pop?

Had I heard all of them talking at once or was that my imagination?

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and closed before the lock clicked.

"What's wrong, doll?" I heard Bucky ask me as I sat down on the bed.

'Come on, doll. Don't hide your beautiful face from me. I need to see it. I need to see if you're ok.'

"I don't know how to explain it." I muttered, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.

'Explain what?'

"What?" He asked, verbally, as he sat in front of me, taking my hands into his.

I looked over at the bed, before cringing and walking towards the chair, only to turn to look at him.

"I think I can hear you…" I whispered, running my upper arms as the chills I suddenly felt.

'Hear? Like talking?' he wondered.

"Hear what exactly?" He asked, confused, as heoved closer to me.

"What you're thinking…" I whispered, turning my back on him.

'You can ha—?'

"How?" He asked, shocked.

"I don't know exactly. I— I just remember feeling a lot of pain before I heard this ringing and then I heard all of you." I whispered, as I wiped my face with the handkerchief I always carried around.

"Can you see this?" He asked as he closed his eyes, in concentration.

I closed my eyes too, and watched as he thought of the first time he saw me, and how he felt.

I felt my eyes well up as he looked at me, with a happy expression.

"Now you know." He whispered, pulling me closer to him.

"I've always known." I whisper back as his lips hover a few inches away from mine.

"Have you, now?" He asked, smiling.

I nodded, smiling back. "Well, I had an idea… I mean no other guy stares at me like you do when I'm in the room." I commented.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He said, leaning down to kiss me.

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes." I whispered.

"And I love you, Ms. Isabel Marianna Barnes." He whispered back.

My nose scrunched up at him at the mention of my full name. "My parents really must have hated me…" I mumbled, turning away.

"Oh come on, doll. Your name is nice. I personally love it..." He replied with a chuckle.

"You're one to talk, someone calls you James and you all but tear their throats out." I quipped.

"I've always gone by Bucky. My mother, family and friends used to call me that. I'm used to it." He replied.

"Yes, but I remember the time I called you Jamie and —" I started to say but stopped because of the annoyance on his face. "Ok, jeez, nevermind you're already annoyed." I muttered, moving away from him.

He reached out to stop me, before bringing a finger to his lips and pointing to the door.

I turned to see two figures lurking outside.

'Do you want to play a little trick on the eavesdroppers?' He asked me, giving me a salacious smile.

I nodded, waiting to see what he was going to do, squealing when he suddenly picked me up and walked towards the wall.

'Don't worry, doll, this won't hurt one bit.'

He thought as he started kissing my neck. 'You might even say you'll like it…' He teased, as he continued to kiss me.

"Mm… Ah..." I groaned, as my body began to respond to his lips, as my hands reached into his hair ,lightly pulling a handful, causing him to groan.

"You like that babydoll?" He asked me, softly.

"I'm not complaining…" I replied, smirking at him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at me before continuing to kiss my neck in a tantalizing manner. "You really shouldn't have said that… You know I love a challenge..." He murmured against my neck, smirking, as I gasped when I felt his hand move down to cup my derriere. "Are you sure you want to keep sassing me, Doll? This could get heated quickly." He mumbled against my skin.

I groaned, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head as his tongue slowly descended onto the valley of my breast.

"Oh, come now. If I stop sassing you, I lose. Why would I back down from any challenge? Now, where would the fun be in that? You can't enjoy sex without a little teasing, it's in the guide." I cheekily replied.

A sharp knock interrupted our playful banter, causing us to look, as the door was pulled open.

Smiling as my brother and Sam scurried away.

"I thought you locked that?" I asked Bucky softly, as he set me down and moved to stand behind me, to hide his predicament.

"I did." He answered back.

"They're called keys, you morons." Zemo said, as he walked in, giving us a look of disgust.

"What do you want, Zemo?" I asked, crossing my arms over his chest.

"As much as I enjoy the act, I would rather not hear you try to procreate in my jet. Now, we will be landing soon. We need to sit down." He said as he walked back out.

He peeked his head back a few seconds later. "Oh, James? The bathroom is just down the hall if you wish to take care of that problem, before we land. You've got twenty minutes." He added, smirking at us before walking out again.

"Oh, that little—!" I muttered moving to chase him down only for Bucky to wrap an arm around my waist.

"Easy, doll." He said, as he pulled me back towards him.

"Bucky, I swear on all holy that if you don't let me go, I'll take you down first." I growled.

"Calm down, remember you can't be getting angry. It'll hurt the baby." He said.

"Quit using my state as an excuse to keep me from doing shit." I growled.

"I'm just saying… you should try to—"

I turned sharply before he could finish whatever he was going to say, and kicked him between his legs.

"I warned you to let me go. Maybe next time you'll listen to me, hm?" I said, walking away.

"Ugh! Fuck! Marie Barton, I swear to God you are in so much trouble the moment I am able to move…" he groaned, as he fell to his knees.

"Ooookaaaay ..." I sang as I practically skipped towards the front.

Sam, Charlie, and Zemo all turned to see me standing there.

I smiled pleasantly at them as I made my way towards the last empty seat near them, across from Charlie.

"What did you do to that poor man?" Charlie asked me, raising a brow.

"Noooothing." I said as I sat down with my hands on my lap, innocently.

"Marie, a word?" Bucky asked, gesturing to the seat next to his.

I gaped at him for a second, before shaking my head.

He raised a brow at me, challenging me as he sat down, groaning slightly as he did.

I could feel my brother, Sam and Zemo staring between the two of us as we stared each other down.

I smiled angelically at him before shaking my head. "No, thank you, I like sitting here." I replied, as I leaned back in the chair.

"Arie …." He called.

"You'd think with three years being married, the honeymoon stage would be over." Zemo commented, rolling his eyes at us.

"Right? It was over in weeks for me and my first wife." My brother commented.

I scoffed, and shook my head in response.

"Have something on your mind, shrimp?" he asked, raising a brow at me.

"I do. I'm just scoffing because you know that you and your wife split because you don't know how to keep your dick in your pants, and she didn't know how to keep her legs shut to other men. Had you fucked each other instead of other people, you'd probably still be together." I quipped. "Maybe not though..." I added as an afterthought.

"It wouldn't have worked either way. Renee was a free spirit. And we had an open marriage." Charlie replied.

Sam looked at me, horrified, before mouthing, 'Seriously?'

I bit my lip nodding in response before turning back to my brother. "Oh come off it, Charlie, you use that excuse more than the sweaty ass story back home. Renee liked dick, and she never hid that. The fact that you believe that, is telling me that makes me believe there's more to what you told Clint and me after the divorce and you haven't bothered to tell us." I said, staring him down.

"She—" he began before I interrupted him.

"Charles, Renee and you were never meant to last. You got married two days after you met, it was never going to last. Add the fact that you slept with Sara, her best friend and that just solidifies it. You could have been happy with Sue, but you let Renee come in between you two. You've got to stop letting her come back to you when she is single. She's never going to stop if you don't put a stop to her." I said, leaning over and grabbing his hand.

"She promised she would change." He muttered.

"If that were true she wouldn't have left you two days after having the baby. Little Bella needs you. She needs to be your top priority right now, not Renee." I commented.

"Little Bella? You mean, she actually went through with the pregnancy?" Zemo asked, wide-eyed.

"She did. But the baby was born a month and a half early. She only got out of the NICU last month, and she's so tiny. Renee disappeared two days after she had her, and hasn't come back… Sue moved in with me to help me take care of her …" My brother said, giving me a small smile.

"She's named after you?" Zemo asked, raising a brow at me.

I scoffed in response. "Of course, she is. Her name is Isabella Marie Swan. Best name ever, if you ask me. She truly lives up to the meaning, she is beautiful." I said smiling at my brother.

Bucky smiled at me in response, as I looked down at my lap.

"Swan?" Sam asked, confused.

"Charlie changed his name after he got out of the service for safety reasons. He went from Charles Geoffrey Barton to Charles Swan." I explained with a shrug.

"So, you're the youngest of three." Zemo asked, raising a brow.

"Yes. I am." I replied, nodding.

"Interesting. How is little Bella doing?" He asked, turning to look at Charlie.

"She's doing great. A lot better than a month ago. That girl has a great pair of lungs." My brother said, chuckling.

"That's good to hear. I'll have to drop by to visit sometime to meet the little princess." Zemo said.

"No! Absolutely not! You stay the hell away from my niece, you zit!" I growled launching myself at him, only to be stopped by my brother.

"Hey, Buchanan? Get your ass over here!" My brother called as he led me away from Zemo.

I only managed to smack the back of Zemo's head before Bucky dragged me back to our original seats. Keeping an arm around my shoulders as he did.

"We are about to land." The older man announced, after suddenly appearing by the doorway.

"Thank you." Zemo said, smiling politely at him before turning towards us. "A friend of yours will be meeting us at the place. We'll arrive sometime after noon." Zemo said before turning away.

I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as Bucky kept his arm around my shoulders as some type of restraint.

He sighed, "You just couldn't help yourself could you, doll?" He asked me, amused.

"Oh, bite me, Barnes." I grumbled, turning away to pout.

"Don't tempt me, doll." He whispered, kissing my hair as we felt the jet tilt and began its descent.

"Promises, promises." I muttered back with a scoff.