Bucky's POV:
I sat with my head in my hands, still in disbelief at what happened in that shower.
When I woke up this morning I wasn't expecting my day to be like this.
Sure, I wanted nothing more than Arie to recover all of her memories, but her working herself to the bone in the training room wasn't going to help her much.
When I was about to walk in and stop her for lunch, I became mesmerized as I watched her do multiple exercises. My favorite being the lunges.
The way her breasts moved up and down as she inhaled and exhaled and lifted the twenty pound weighs or how the muscles of her ass and thighs flexed in those tight little red pants made me forget how to breathe, and my pants tightened at the thought of her using the same muscles as she rode me.
We had been staying here at the compound, in the apartment that we were brought to when we first arrived here.
It might as well have been ours with how many times we stayed here.
I was glad to have everyone so close by, though. Truth was without their help with Bexs and Jamie I would have been up to my neck in shit diapers.
I had to learn how to change one after Marie left. Imagine learning to change a diaper on a squirming toddler? It was a bad experience for both of us.
I still get a little nauseous when I think about that first diaper.
Even Tony would help with that when everyone realized how truly helpless I was.
Now almost eight months later, the kids and I have developed quite a dynamic.
We all get up early, I change them for the day, and bring them out to the kitchen to feed them before we sit and watch Sesame Street, and Caillou.
I allow them to play for an hour and a half, before reading a book to get them settled in for a mid morning nap.
Then we watch the Looney tunes around noon after their nap, just before eating lunch.
To be honest the morning hour is the worst one of my life but it works for us.
I usually put down a large blanket in front of the television, and sit with them on the floor to let them play with their toys after lunch to get them to relax.
Jamie has gotten better at walking, and Bexs is already catching up to him.
She reminds me so much of her mother.
She gets the same little v in between her brows as she concentrates, pouting for a few moments if she doesn't succeed before she tries again. Her mother does the same.
She was standing, clutching at my shoulder when she smacked my face.
"Ouch. Don't do that, Bexs." I muttered rubbing the spot.
She squealed and did it again, before crawling into my lap and laying there with a doe eyed expression.
"Silly girl." I said, before playing with the small bow in her head and kissing her forehead.
"Dada?" She questioned, looking at me curiously.
"Yes, darling girl. I'm your dada." I replied, smiling back at her.
When I looked up I noticed Jamie had fallen asleep on his stomach while watching the cartoons.
"Has he been asleep long?" I heard an angelic voice ask me as I turned to look.
She gave me a shy smile before she made her way over to us and sat down next to me, putting her head on my right shoulder.
"No, we've only been out here for about twenty minutes. I guess he really was tired." I replied, as I laid my head onto hers.
I noticed she had changed out of my shirt and was now wearing a pair of those curve hugging black spandex pants, that made her derriere look extra round, large and delectable, and one of the pull over sweaters.
"Should we lay them down in their room?" She asked timidly.
Before I could reply Jamie lifted his head sleepily, before crawling blindly towards her. He crawled onto her legs, and laid his head on her chest, as he sucked his thumb.
"I guess that answers my question. Doesn't it, bud?" She asked as she ran her hands through his shaggy hair.
I smiled, nodding before adjusting Bexs in my arms and moving to get up.
We both quietly made our way towards their room, before laying them down in their cribs.
We watched them sleep for a.moment before walking back towards the kitchen to sit down.
"So, what's for lunch?" She asked, licking her lips.
I grew distracted as I watched her tongue peek out, and run over her full pouty lower lip.
She cleared her throat before smirking at me. "See something you like, handsome?" She asked, biting her lower lip.
I swallowed thickly, as I felt the blood rush down to my shaft, before shaking my head to clear it.
Ignoring the painful throbbing that I was now feeling.
"Lunch? Uh. Wanda and Nat brought down some soup for the kids and pasta and grilled chicken for us…" I replied distractedly as I grabbed the large bin and took out two bowls for us.
She smiled with a small groan before nodding.
I sighed, closing my eyes, as I tried to relax, and let her eat, but my restraint flew out that fucking window when she fucking licks away the white creamy pasta sauce from her plump lips.
"Oh, fuck this." I groaned shooting out of my seat and quickly making my way towards her.
"Bucky..." She gasped as I lifted her off the seat, and pressed my lips into hers. "What was that for?" She asked lol up at me.
"You have no business being so damn sexy eating that pasta..." I groaned, kissing her again, before lifting her of the ground.
She giggled, as she threw her arms over my shoulders, interlacing them as she wrapped her legs around me. "Mr. Barnes, you're insatiable." She murmured teasingly against my lips.
"Absolutely no control..." I agreed as I turned to press her against the way.
She sighed, feigning annoyance as she flexed her thighs. "I guess we can do. something." She said as I began to kiss down her neck, moving the sweater out of the way as I began sucking the sensitive skin on her throat all the way to her shoulders.
She smelled of honey, cinnamon, and caramel. Tasted just as sweet as she threw her head back, with her eyes closed.
"God, you taste so fucking good..." I groaned, against her throat, licking the skin right under her jaw.
A throat clearing, caused us both to jump, and turn towards the person.
"I guess that's on me for not knocking..." Tony said, raising a brow as everyone stood there, wide-eyed.
"God, damn it, Tony!" she groaned dropping her head on my shoulder as we stayed in our place by the wall.
When they realized I wasn't moving, Clint lifted a brow at us.
"Barnes, are you planning to put my sister down on her feet?" He asked.
My doll smirked at me before turning to look him right in the eye. "Nope, actually, I am quite comfortable here, Clearance." She sniped tightening her hold in me.
"Marie." Clint said warningly.
She smirked, "Nope, my Bucky. He stays right where I want him." She replied, tightening her legs around my waist.
Tony rolled his eyes before shaking his head at us. "So, you remember everything?" he asked her.
She nodded, biting her lips, before looking at me with a smile. "Bucky helped me." She whispered, keeping her hold on my gaze as I smiled back, hugging her to me as I moved away from the wall.
"How did he do that?" Steve asked curiously.
She smirked, shaking her head in response before shrugging.
"Marianna, come on." Clint groaned.
"Fine, but you asked for it..." She muttered, before smirking before turning to look at them in the face. I bit my lip so as not to laugh out loud.
"Just tell us." Clint muttered in exasperation.
"Fine.He fucked me." She replied, causing them all to gasp.
"Doll..." I groaned, feeling my face heat up.
She turned towards me, shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, you did." She deadpanned.
I dropped my head in her shoulder, shaking it before groaning. "You're such a brat." I groaned.
I gotta admit I am not embarrassed at all, amused more than anything.
If I had known that was what would have helped her regain her memory back, I would have fucked her in the car on the way home from the hospital.
