This is probably the fastest I've updated in a long time. I put off some assignments because I've received multiple reviews/comments and PMs thanking me for updating during such a difficult time. You guys have no idea how happy it makes me to read that something as small as me updating makes your day.

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There's lots of dialogue in this one, so sorry about that. But hey! I'm sure no one is complaining about flirty Bucky ;)

I apologize for the lack of editing. I was lazy :P


Chapter XLI

London, 1944

London wasn't like how Lucy remembered it on the few trips she had visited. It was cold and dismal as the weather shifted between snowing and raining. The buildings she remembered being whole were now destroyed, with nothing but their skeletons remaining. Sirens sounded every so often to let her know another one was on fire.

The people she drove by in the taxi looked exhausted, sick, and fed up with the war. Very few children remained since they had been sent away to the countryside. The ones she did pass by often had tear-stained dirty faces.

It was hard to enjoy their leave when there was so much destruction everywhere. Regardless though, Lucy was bound to make the most of the time she had been given.

Holding onto Bucky's hand as they walked into the hotel, she felt like a new woman as she stood in the lobby with her high heels, a pale blue dress under her cashmere coat, and hat on top of her carefully styled hair. She had a full face of makeup on, and for once she felt as though she was truly beautiful again.

Before boarding the plane, Hilda had spotted Lucy and gasped widely, making her turn around multiple times and strike poses for her in her outfit. Hilda had jumped up and down in excitement, commenting on how beautiful Lucy looked. Lucy offered to do Hilda's makeup, and the young girl squirmed in her seat the entire time as she waited in anticipation to see her reflection. She had never worn makeup before and was excited to finally get to try it.

Being back in civilization was strange, and Lucy knew it was time to relax and not having to be constantly fearful that danger was around every corner. Of course, the Blitz was a looming threat, but after all, Lucy had survived she worried very little about the bombs that could be dropped on them at any moment.

As she stood closely with Hilda, Steve and Bucky stood talking to the concierge of the hotel they were planning on staying at. Hilda marveled at every little sight around her, staring wide-eyed. She had never been to a city before, and she was shocked at all it beheld.

"Reverend Steve wouldn't let us share a room," Bucky came over looking slightly annoyed, his hands in his pockets.

"You're not married yet," Steve said, slightly cringing at his own prudish comments. "Wouldn't you rather have that to look forward to?" He implied.

"Why do you have to take the fun out of everything, Steve?" Lucy looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. She noticed how Hilda blushed further at the adult's conversation.

"He's just being noble! And a gentleman," Hilda defended Steve's choices, making him smile knowing he at least had one person's approval.

"I don't think noble is the word you're looking for," Bucky argued as he looked on irritatedly at his best friend, "Annoying? Definitely. Pain in the ass? Even more so."

"So glad we're roommates," Steve said with a smile and he gripped Bucky's shoulder, who only grunted in annoyance. He only peered down at Lucy with a crooked grin though, looking as though he had something up his sleeve, "And don't you dare try to sneak her in, either. Before I had the serum I might not have noticed when you had snuck girls in the past, but now I have ears like a fox. She steps foot in the room and I'll know it instantly." Steve warned Bucky even further, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Yes Mother," Bucky sassed, scowling ever so slightly.

"Oh, you're lucky I'm not your mother. If Winifred Barnes was here she would beat your ass so good that you wouldn't be able to sit on it for a week." Steve assured him. He cleared his throat when he realized young ears were present, "Not that that would ever happen since you two have behaved. Nothing physical has been initiated since you're not married." It was an obvious lie. After all, Steve had caught Lucy and Bucky a few weeks before after having finished being intimate in the tank. But for Hilda's sake, he pretended that nothing had taken place.

The conversation had ended quickly as everyone got settled in their rooms. Hilda had jumped up and down on the bed for a good five minutes, mentioning how comfy it was and how she couldn't wait to go to sleep. Lucy smiled and enjoyed the small amount of time she had left with her.

She had written Beatrix, Adeline, and the Lee's she was alive as soon as she had gotten back to base. No doubt they would have received a telegraph about her death and would have been devastated. Lucy also wrote Beatrix to inform her of Hilda, and how she was sending her to New York to stay with her until the war was over.

Hilda couldn't go back to Norway with the Nazi's having such a tight grip on it, and a war base was no place for a child. It would break Lucy's heart to separate from her, but she knew she would be the safest with her sister until the war was over and she could return back to her mother.

Hilda threw a tantrum for days at the prospect of having to leave. She held onto Lucy's waist tightly and cried as she wailed how she didn't want to go to America, and how she wanted to stay with her. But deep down Lucy knew that Hilda realized she wouldn't be safe. And Lucy had promised her a fun trip to London in the meantime.

However, Hilda's first day in London was cut short as she fell to the bed after she was done jumping on it. She got under the covers as she watched Lucy change into a deep blue dress and get ready to go out for the night. By the time Lucy had finished getting all dolled up, Hilda was fast asleep, exhausted from all the excitement the day had brought even though it was still fairly early.

As Lucy gathered her things, she gently kissed Hilda on the head as she whispered she would be at the pub on the corner of the street if she needed her.

After a tired "Mmkay," and a hum, as well as warning to behave, Hilda wished her a goodnight. The girl whispered a soft "love you," as Lucy walked out the door, making her heart clench tightly in her chest as she thought of having to say goodbye to her little friend in a couple of days.

Lucy tried not to think about that though, and instead, decided to enjoy herself by getting drunk out of her mind.


And was from that decision the lead to Lucy giving a speech to her men and various of the other POWs Bucky had been imprisoned with while they all gathered in the pub. It wasn't a particularly rousing speech, given how much she had drunk. But it was quick to the chase and it got the point across.

As Lucy finished her speech, she yelled, "And fuck those Nazi's in their stupid fucking faces!" As everyone in the pub cheered to that, Lucy smiled as she held her glass up. She noticed Steve in the corner with Bucky, who smiled up at her behind his drink, "And long live Captain America!" He only blushed at her ever so slightly as she tried to give him credit for all of them getting out alive. Lucy couldn't help but notice how Peggy smiled at her comment, perhaps blushing a little bit too.

"Fuck the Nazis!" Dugan, Jones, Whitney, and others in company yelled back in cheers as they all raised their glasses in salute. The long live Captain America part didn't seem to stick, as many of them trailed off. But at least Lucy tried her best to pay homage to their rescuer.

"Rousing speech," Peggy laughed as she walked over to her friend, "I especially liked the 'fuck the Nazi's' part." Hearing her swear was funny though her proper English accent, but Lucy liked hearing her let loose and cuss a little.

"Yeah, well," Lucy shrugged, "I thought it was something everyone here could relate to."

"Can I buy a pretty lady a drink?" Peggy teased her with a smug smirk on her face. Her lips were donned in the same colour of red as Lucy's.

"Only if I can buy this pretty lady a drink." Lucy gestured to her in a laugh. Peggy and Lucy head to the bar and waited to be served by the bartender.

As they made their way through, Lucy noticed how many eyes were trained on them. They were two of the very few women in the pub, and most of the men were in uniform. From the sound of it, they were mostly American, but with a few English and French accents in the mix.

As Lucy stared out into the crowd, she noticed how Dugan, Bucky, and Steve were deep in conversation. She also noticed how Daniel was chatting up a pretty girl, and Lucy smiled widely as she saw how the girl blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her bashfully as she stared up at him.

"Is it good to be home?" Lucy asked Peggy as they people-watched. The agent seemed to be in a particularly good mood this evening. Lucy figured it was due to everyone being in high spirits, and the alcohol must have been helping as well. Lucy also suspected her mood also had something to do with the handsome super soldier across the room who was making eyes at her.

"It is. It's different, though. Things aren't quite like they used to be." She said a little sadly, her voice dropping as she looked down at her drink.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy could see Howard Stark puff his chest out and approach them with confidence. She wondered what the hell the cocky man wanted now, and she was interested in what he had to say.

"Agent Carter, could I—," He started but was quickly cut off by the strong-willed agent.

"No," She told Howard firmly, looking a little bored before she even knew what he was going to propose.

"Oookay," He turned on his heels and sauntered away, not even wasting his time after getting the picture that she wasn't interested.

Lucy watched as he walked away with a kicked puppy with amusement on her face, "I have never seen Howard Stark get rejected like that." She laughed loudly, watching him head towards Whitney and Jones.

"Every day he tries to ask me on a date in another way." She sighed and then smiled at Lucy. "My answer is always the same." She snorted, "He thinks he's going to wear me down."

"And the reason why you haven't said yes is because you're harboring secret feelings for a certain American hero?" Lucy wiggled her eyebrows naughtily at her comment, making Peggy slightly choke on her drink.

"I-I am not!" She defended sternly, "Steve is—no! Never! We're work friends and we're completely professional."

Lucy snorted at that comment, "Funny, I said the same thing about his best friend and the next thing I knew his tongue was down my throat."

"Gross." Peggy wrinkled her nose at Lucy's crassness.

"Oh, please! It's not gross. I bet you'd loooveee for Steve to do that to you." Lucy teased her, her elbow playfully rubbing against hers suggestively. Lucy knew she was a little brash for most women. She was a modern gal and didn't see the need to be proper and prim and act like a perfect lady, which was likely why she lacked female friends. But she knew Peggy Carter could handle it, given her amused expression.

"I don't have feelings for him. Our relationship is strictly professional." Peggy said firmly, unwilling to budge even the slightest in the topic."Besides, earlier today I caught him kissing some other woman."

Lucy frowned, knowing that didn't sound anything at all like Steve. Her eyebrow rose when she saw the two men heading in their direction, "Well then, don't look now, but I think your strictly professional golden boy is walking over here to come chat with us."

"Oh, goodness!" Peggy gasped and quickly looked at Lucy, "Do I look okay? How's my hair?" Peggy would have never ever asked something so foolish if she wasn't in the company of a good friend. She wasn't the type to get nervous and flustered around boys. She was tough as nails and had a brute force about her that terrified even Lucy. But clearly, the Captain had a certain effect on her.

"Agent Carter," Steve nodded at her politely, "Could I please have a word?" He asked her cautiously, although his voice was still strong. He had to speak loudly over the rowdy voices of those in the pub. The Irish band played a loud, upbeat song which caused some people to dance. The feeling in the air was joyful and happy, regardless of the war going on.

Peggy thought about it for a moment, looking at Lucy, "Captain Rogers, I'm trying to have a drink with a friend. Can it wait?" She replied coolly, not even looking at him as she spoke. Lucy felt the sting in her words, clearly hurt by the fact she had seen him locking lips with someone else a few hours before.

"Please." He gently asked her again, his voice dropping ever so slightly.

Peggy softened at that, her expression dropping ever so slightly at his tone. With a huff, she got off of her barstool, "Oh, alright." She said a little irritatedly, but there was no way she could resist when he looked like a hurting puppy.

After they walked away it was just Lucy and Bucky. She smiled at him, her eyes taking in how handsome he looked in his army green officer's uniform. He was so pretty it damn near broke her heart.

"Steve's in trouble." Lucy looked onward to how Peggy followed Steve to a more secluded area of the pub, sitting on stools so they could talk. The lighting was lower in their small corner, almost giving it a romantic feel if they had not been a dingy pub.

"So he told me." Bucky nodded, "Never would have guessed the punk would be the type to kiss strange dames. He was always goin' on about stranger danger and all that back in the day."

Lucy chuckled and shook her head as she turned her attention back to her fiancé, "I'm learning all sorts of things about you boys today." She leaned against the bar and cocked her head sideways to tease her man, "So," Lucy raised a curious eyebrow at him as she thought about Steve's comment earlier in the hotel lobby, "You used to sneak girls into your room, huh?"

With a sigh, Bucky knew he was gonna get Steve for the comment later on. "It was one time," He assured her with a small grin, "And Steve interrupted us before things got too naughty."

"Uh-huh, sure." Lucy wasn't buying it. "So you were quite the ladies man?" She accused him, wanting to watch him nervously squirm.

Bucky only blushed as he looked down and stared at his shuffling shoes. He was about to argue her assumption but before he could answer Lucy cut him off. "I mean, look at you with your tilted hat and cocky smile! I bet you just broke all kinds of hearts, didn't you? A real kind of Casanova player." She smirked and then took his hat and put it on top of her head, having it slant ever to the side and shooting him a mischievous look.

Bucky smirked, chuckling softly before saying, "Beautiful, doll."

"Oh, yeah? You think? I might just keep it." She shifted it even more. Bucky chuckled again and took it off her head.

"Alright, alright, don't disrespect the uniform." The teasing was over. He took his hat back and placed it on the side of the bar, running his hand through his slicked-back hair. Lucy noticed how he had shaved earlier that day. He looked so handsome, and she couldn't blame all the girls in the pub for staring at him.

"Please," she scoffed and rolled her eyes, "I wear the same uniform as you."

"Only you look cuter while in it." He booped her on the nose and she wrinkled her face in distaste.

"You never answered me." She said sternly, hoping to pry some answers out of him about his romantic life before she came along. He had already told her that he hadn't broken that many hearts, but Lucy was still curious.

"About?" He asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"If you were a real Casanova."

"I tried to be, but deep down I was just an insecure guy who was into science and spent most of my time making sure my scrawny best friend didn't end up getting his self-righteous ass handed to him too badly." He told her honestly, not worried for even a single second she would judge him.

"I hardly think that's accurate when those dames across the pub have been making eyes at you all night." Lucy clicked her tongue as she looked at a blonde and a brunette giggling, their eyes trained on Bucky.

Bucky turned around to see what Lucy was talking about, "Think I got a chance with 'em?" He teased.

"Maybe," She bit her lip, "The blonde's real cute."

"Too bad I've always been a sucker for brunettes." He tugged a tendril of her hair, making her giggle.

"You're such a flirt." She blushed ever so slightly as she rose her glass to her lips, watching as her lipstick stained the edge of the glass.

He leaned against the bar, a lazy, cocky smile on his handsome face, "Honey, you haven't seen anything yet," His hand went to her waist, holding her steady and making butterflies appear in her stomach.

"Woah there, sailor." She teased, "You should know I'm not that easy. It'll take a lot more than some weak flirting to charm the pants off me."

"Weak flirting? I beg to differ, pigeon. I can tell I've got you all wobbly in the knees already. You want me." Oh, he was getting cocky. But two could play that game.

Lucy's heart beat a little faster as she brazenly flirted back with him. She remembered a time in her early twenties when she wasn't as confident. But she was different now, and if he wanted to play he would see that she could play dirty. "Try harder, and maybe we'll see." She retaliated with a threateningly playful tone.

"Fine, here it goes." He cleared his throat and then turned around and walked out of the bar. Lucy looked in shock as she called after him as he made his exit. She frowned as he left her alone, a sinking feeling in her stomach. When he returned seconds later, he walked in as though he was entering the pub for the first time that evening, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles.

As Bucky spotted her he walked over with a lazy smile on his handsome face, making her heart flutter such a little bit more. She was still in disbelief that he was hers.

"Hey there, pretty darlin'" He had a cheesy grin on his face as he looked her up and down, "You must be an angel because you look like you've fallen right from heaven." He hadn't ever seen her looking as beautiful as she did at that moment. The low life framed her face perfectly, and there wasn't a single hair out of place. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly, and he wanted to spend the entire evening running his hands up and down her frame.

"That's the best you got?" She raised a playful eyebrow at his weak line. He wanted to wipe the smug look off her perfect face and at the same time slam his lips against hers.

"Jesus," He looked defeated at the bartender and held his fingers up for two more drinks as he realized flirting with his soon-to-be wife was going to be a bigger challenge than he anticipated.

"Getting me drunk isn't going to help your case." She warned him with another fit of giggles.

"Getting you drunk? Sweetheart, those are both for me. This is gonna be harder than I thought." He looked down at her with a pursed grin, "But anyway, can I buy a beautiful dame a drink?"

"I'll take a vodka on the rocks." She had been drinking gin and tonic for most of the night but it failed to get her the level of drunk she desired. While everyone seemed loose and silly, Lucy still felt rigid and stiff from the lack of alcohol affecting her brain. However, Bucky teasing her was helping her to relax a little bit more.

"A vodka on the rocks for my beautiful companion, if you please." Bucky put more money on the bar as the bartender gave him two drinks. He quickly downed one, wincing ever so slightly from the burn of scotch hitting his throat. Usually, he'd sip it, but Lucy was trying to play hardball.

"So what's a nice place like you doing in a girl like this?" He asked her, causing her to laugh. "And without a fella, too? Don't tell me a beautiful gal like you is all alone."

"Actually I'm not alone, I'm waiting for my fiancé," She played back, then sighed dramatically, "But he's a no-good scoundrel. He's probably flirting with some floozy as we speak. He's a real troublemaker."

"A floozy? Nah, he probably has better taste than that." Bucky shook his head, "Especially since he seems like the type of stand-up guy who's probably only going for smart dames like doctors or something."

"Those doctors can't be too smart if they're falling for his tricks." It was a shot at herself, but Lucy made that sacrifice in order to tease him more.

"How did this become about him again? I thought we were talking about you and me." He gestured between them with his finger. "Let's leave the fiancé business out of it. Forget that guy." He urged her, even though he was that guy. "He sounds like a clown anyway," Bucky joked, making Lucy giggle more ever so slightly.

She hated she was acting so giddy and silly that evening like she was a teenager flirting after school. However, that didn't mean she was planning on stopping acting like that. Lucy nodded in agreeance with his words, "Right, right," She pursed her lips, "Please, continue." She sat up straighter on her barstool.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah." He looked her up and down like he wanted to eat her up. She was so damn beautiful and she intimated the hell out of him. How he had approached her the first time he saw her in that bar in Brooklyn was beyond him. "I was just about to charm you out of your skirt."

"Ooouuu, aren't you a cocky one." She tried to keep her face even, although her expression was slightly betraying her, "What makes you think I'm interested in you?"

"Because you haven't been able to keep your eyes off me all night, sweetheart." He cocked his head as he looked at her. Lucy's heart beat a little faster in her chest, her palms getting sweaty.

"Like I said, I'm not that easy." She assured him, "Some cheesy lines aren't going to do it for me either." She promised him, despite the fact he knew he could convince her. "You'll have to get more original than "you must be an angel" and blah blah blah."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I've got a couple good ones that haven't failed me so far." His eyes sparkled with trouble and mischief. It made her want to pull him down by the collar of his uniform and slam his mouth against her own. She wanted to taste his tongue in her mouth and feel his lips caress hers. Lucy didn't know when she had turned so insatiable or when she developed such a desperate need for him but it was becoming overwhelming. It had to have been the alcohol, although she had never considered herself to be a lush when drinking. It must have just been him, and the fact she could never get enough of his affections.

"Do your worst." She urged him with an amused expression on her face.

He thought about what he was going to say for a moment, looking perplexed as he wondered how he could tailor his lines to somehow suit her. He wanted to do an art line, but he wasn't quite that cultured. He doubted Daniel would give him any ideas if he were to ask. Something told Bucky the professor wouldn't be too thrilled that he was trying to seduce his ex-fiancé.

Finally coming up with something, Bucky's pouty lips upturned into a grin, making Lucy's eyes catch on them, "Want to know why they call me Paul Revere?" He asked her cockily, his chin jutting out ever so slightly.

"Why?" Lucy asked, trying to conceal her amused expression as she rested her chin in her hand. She tried to look as though she was bored, although she guessed she was failing miserably.

"Because I wanna give you a midnight ride." It was clever, but Lucy wouldn't let him know that. Instead, she kept her composure and tried to remain as neutral as possible in her expression.

Biting down on her cheek, Lucy refused to laugh at the corniness or how dirty his line was. However, he did pick up on how the corner of her mouth twisted up ever so slightly. It made him smile too, knowing she at least found him amusing. She didn't let him know that though and continued playing hard to get.

"Okay, well then." He raised his brows, surprised at her lack of reaction, "Uhh, how do you feel about coming back to my place to discuss Big Stick diplomacy?"

Lucy nodded at him in further amusement, "You're quick on your feet and I like that." Once again, her mouth twitched. He was so close to breaking her, he just needed to push the right buttons.

"Damn it, woman!" Bucky only shook his head in disbelief, "Just give in already!" He couldn't believe he was having to work so hard to charm his fiancé. "Okay! Okay, fine!" He held up his hands in surrender but then smirked when he finally had another idea. His gaze trailed across the soft mounds of her chest, noticing her prominent cleavage and how he wanted to do nothing more than to have his mouth on them. With a devilish smirk, he remarked, "Your breasts remind me of Mount Rushmore…" If this one didn't work, he was practically a lost cause and he might as well give up.

Lucy only tilted her head as she waited for him to explain further. He couldn't even contain his own grin, "I want my face among them," He crudely remarked, looking proud of himself as he spoke.

"Okay, you got me." Lucy finally let out a small laugh, "Those weren't bad."

"Dare I even say you were slightly impressed?" He asked her, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far." She warned him jokingly. Lucy had never had a man try so hard to get her to smile, even going as far as to look like a fool in front of her. Everything he did impressed her, contrary to what she just said. God, she was such a fool for him.

"Hey, I'll take it as a victory!" He chuckled. Bucky then got a mischievous look in his eyes, "I got a room upstairs if you're looking to get into some trouble." His cocky grin nearly made her want to take him up on his offer. She wanted to be drug upstairs, kissing him madly as he pressed her against a wall. She wanted to feel his open mouth on her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. She needed to feel his wanton desire pressed against her. She had to know he needed her the way a man needs a woman, that he had an unquenchable thirst that only she could satisfy.

"Hmm. That's an attractive offer. But, I think you're forgetting one thing." She reminded him pointedly.

"Which is?"

"Saint Steven over there isn't going to be pleased if he walks in on us fooling around underneath the covers." Lucy pointed out, making Bucky groan with annoyance and put his forehead to the bar top as he grumbled and complained.

"Goddamn it, Steve!" Bucky cursed as he looked at how Steve and Agent Carter we're across the pub in a deep conversation. Their bodies were pointed towards one another, with very little space between their knees as they sat side by side. Lucy smirked as she thought Peggy might even be coy enough to put her knee against his.

Sure enough, she did. Steve blushed ever so slightly and got a little flustered as he continued to sip his drink, making Lucy smile.

"You sure? I think he might be too busy to notice us slip away," Bucky looked onward at the sight and noticed how his friend made the girl he had been pining for laugh loudly at one of his jokes. "Damn! Go, Stevie!" Bucky only said proudly with raised eyebrows in surprise. How was it that the punk had gotten a better reaction out of the hard-ass Agent Carter than Bucky did out of his own goddamn fiance?

Steve, with his super hearing, must have heard Bucky across the bar. Bucky only smiled widely and gave him a large thumbs up to signal he was doing great. Lucy quickly grabbed his hand in protest and laughed wildly, hoping Peggy didn't see the interaction between the two friends.

"Bucky!" Lucy laughed through a fake scolding, hoping he didn't embarrass Steve too much. Judging by the pink spreading to his ears though, it was too late. Steve also wrinkled his nose and gave Bucky a threatening look, signaling for him to cut it out.

"What? He thrives off of positive reinforcement!" Bucky laughed back, staring down at his girl as she looked back at their friends curiously.

"Leave them alone," She threatened, she then cooed a little bit, as she looked at her two friends as they flirted, "My, they look so handsome together." They would make a very attractive couple.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, they're not bad. They'd make some cute babies." It was true. Lucy wasn't one to fawn over babies, she had always been slightly scared of how breakable they were, but Steve and Peggy's children would be a cute sight, "Nothing on ours though. We're gonna have the cutest chubby little babies you've ever seen."

"Bold words from a man who can't even seduce me properly," Lucy shot back, a troublesome smirk on her face. Bucky's hand shot to his chest as though he had just been hit with a bullet through the heart.

"That hurts me, doll. To be fair though, you're not giving me much to work with here." He threatened lowly, "I'm pullin' out some of my best material and you're not even taking the bait." He sighed defeatedly, looking back at Steve and Peggy, "If I'm wasting my time maybe I should go over to those two love birds and make em' all embarrassed by pointing out the obvious sexual tension."

"You'll do no such thing. You're going to stay here with me until you convince me to leave with you." She ordered him, her voice commanding. She was teasing with her fake toughness, of course. All he had to do was give her a look and she would go to the ends of the earth for him.

"Or what?" Bucky threatened back in a velvet low tone that made her stomach flip ever so slightly.

"Or you won't be tasting my lips any time soon." She threatened back. Although her voice was strong it still quivered ever so slightly. Lucy knew she would never follow through with threats. An entire night without kissing him would be torture.

"I didn't know what was an option this evening." Bucky remarked, "After all, you said you wouldn't come upstairs with me."

"The night's still young." She shrugged as she took another sip of her drink. Bucky's eyes caught on the way her crimson lips touched to glass. He stared at them hungrily, wanting to capture them in his own and suck her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it gently.

"You sure I can't persuade you?" He asked her as he casually leaned against the bar. Lucy was able to sense how his cavalier attitude and his boyishly handsome features were attracting some attention. She had never been the girl who the most handsome man in the room had focused on before and the feeling was surreal.

Her eyes narrowed skeptically, "If I leave with you what's in it for me?" She amused the idea ever so slightly.

"A night of me lovin' you so good you won't be able to walk straight in the morning." He promised her and Lucy only tsked gently.

"Not good enough, soldier. I want more details." She ordered him, refusing to let him get the last word. She wanted to watch him squirm, causing the same effect on him as he had on her.

Looking around with a deep huff and running a hand nervously through his hair. For a moment he was nervous about talking dirty in public, but as soon as he saw his sweet girl looking at him with her big, innocent, doe eyes he suddenly had a rush of confidence.

Bucky leaned into her, his mouth so close to her ear. His voice was like a drug to her, making her feel the most intense of highs and never wanting to come down, "Want want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you?" His low voice made her grow positively dizzy with desire.

Lucy realized the mistake she had made a little too late when she found herself squirming in her seat, "I want to tease and play with you until you're a gasping mess. I'm going to kiss you between your legs until all you can say is my name like a prayer. I'm going to make you so desperate for me that all you can think about is how I'm going to spend the entire night buried inside of you." He licked his lips and Lucy's eyes caught on the way his tongue darted out.

She suddenly wished it was running alongside her teeth, urging her to open her mouth to him.

Bucky continued with his torturous description, "I'm gonna bend you over and fuck you until you're begging me to let you cum. Then I'm going to fill you up until all you can feel between those pretty thighs of yours is me spilling out of you for the remainder of the night." His honey and whiskey tone drove her to near insanity. Lucy swallowed a lump forming in her throat as he breathed close to her ear. He gently took the top of her earlobe in his mouth and gave it a small tug, making her nearly moan.

Lucy's stomach flipped as she got breathless from his threat. She felt her palms get sweaty and her pulse quickened, "James Barnes, what a filthy mouth you have." Her voice was shaky, and she found herself gripping her glass so tightly that a small crack in its base began to form. "And to say such things in public, no less."

"You like it. I know you do. You love when I tell you dirty things." His eyes raked her up and down as though she were his prey. He was looking like he wanted to eat her up and it made Lucy want to drag him to the bathroom of the pub and let him have his way with her right then and there.

"I think you need to have it washed out with soap." Was her voice shaking? Oh God, it was. The way he was looking at her threw all her composure out the window. She had never felt such a desperate need for a man as she did at that moment.

"And I think you need to come upstairs with me and sit on my face." He retorted, once again, his low voice affecting her most intimate parts.

"Will that make you shut up?" She questioned with a cocked brow.

"Most definitely," Bucky assured her, still looking at her like she was his next meal.

She shivered ever so slightly, her legs clenching together tightly. "We should get out of—," here. Lucy was just about to say as she felt her body betray her. She could feel how her panties were beginning to get wet from his threat of what he would do to her in the bedroom and a need had punctured low in her stomach that she knew only he could satisfy. However, she was cut off as another man approached her, taking the false uninterest she had shown to Bucky seriously.

"Hey Sweet Thing, this guy bothering you?" Another soldier came up to Lucy, gesturing to Bucky. He had short, slicked-back, hair. His cologne and aftershave was overpowering and it made Lucy want to crinkle her nose. He had an attitude about him which made her feel uncomfortable, but she tried her best not to give him the time of day.

"He is, but I don't mind so much." She smiled at Bucky before turning back toward the man, "And please don't call me that." She requested, cringing at his choice of a pet name.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He paused for a moment; looking her up and down before smirkingly darkly, "Sweet Thing," He said once more, making her take in an annoyed inhale.

"I've got one." She held the drink that Bucky had bought her in hand and swirled the ice around, showing that she didn't need another.

"And she asked you nicely not to call her that." Bucky pointed out, his tone annoyed. He didn't like the fact some stranger had taken it upon himself to try to chat up his fiancé.

"Stay out of this, pretty boy. You had your shot and you missed. Now take a lap and let me talk to the lady." He said rather rudely.

Range filled Bucky's eyes, "Excuse me—," Bucky stood at attention, his stance rigid and his fist clenched in anger at his disrespect to both him, but mainly Lucy. No one talked to his girl like that.

Lucy placed her hand on Bucky's chest, knowing he was about to lose it. She stopped him, and he paused, knowing she could take care of herself. "I'll let you what," Lucy looked back at the man, remembering how back at the Hydra base a moment had occurred where she had thrown the ceiling shaft that held Hilda the other's down through the wall, "If you can beat me at an arm wrestle, I'll let you do anything you want to me."

"Lucy—," Lucy stopped Bucky yet again from saying anything. She looked him in the eye, asking him silently to trust her. Bucky stared between his petite fiancé and the burly man. As much as he wanted to put money on Lucy, he didn't think it would be much of a competition.

The man only laughed, "You got it, baby." As she walked away with the man behind his back she turned to Bucky and fake gagged. He smiled ever so slightly, but still looked nervous.

As a server came up to them, he asked if they wanted some more drinks. Lucy ordered two large pints and gave her empty glass to the server to take away. A table was cleared for them in the center and Bucky quickly got Lucy's chair and helped her in. The man sat across from her, a sinister look on his stupid face. "Ordering me drinks now? How sweet of you." The man snickered, looking her up and down and making Bucky want to break his face in.

"They're for me. Something tells me I'm going to need them if you keep talking," She replied smugly, making the man scowl. He clearly wasn't used to a mouthy woman talking back to him. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at Lucy's smart-ass retort. He scowled and ordered the same number of drinks as her, trying to keep up with his opponent.

"You ever been with a man before, sweet cheeks?" The man asked crassly, making Bucky clench his knuckles even tighter. He was moments away from dragging the man outside to hand him his ass.

She lied, trying to preserve some of her image, "No, I haven't. So if you see one, let a gal know." Lucy only smirked, implying he wasn't a real man.

"Ohhh, shittt!" Whitney drunkenly gasped as he saw the two opponents facing one another, his eyes widening. He laughed at her comment and stumbled over to watch, suddenly taking an interest, "This oughta be good."

"This outta be easy," The man corrected Whitney, and surprisingly, the southerner who had never liked either Bucky or Lucy, was now supporting them. She supposed even though he was an ass, he at least was a loyal ass.

"Son," Whitney sighed, trying to give him advice, "You have no idea who you're getting into bed with." He warned him darkly, trying to talk him out of it. He looked at Lucy and nodded, "This broad is a nightmare." Lucy was about to open her mouth in protest, mildly offended when Whitney quickly raised his hands in defense, "In a good way!" He promised her, trying to shoot her a backward compliment.

The man scowled even further, not liking that suddenly Lucy had a bunch of support. People gathered around them, and Bucky watched as Dugan made his way over to them to see what all the fuss was about.

"What's the prize?" Dugan asked in surprise, questioning Whitney's comment. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at the two.

"Uhh, I think Lucy's body?" Bucky replied nervously, he still wasn't sure of the terms. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked on in worry. He knew he shouldn't worry. After all, Lucy never took on challenges she knew she couldn't win.

"And you're not gonna kick that guy's ass?!" Dugan asked, shocked. His eyes were wide, wondering why the hell Bucky hadn't already pummeled the guy.

Bucky only shrugged, sighing worriedly, "For some crazy reason, I trust her. But I will beat him to a pulp if I have to." He knew she had a plan, but what exactly he couldn't find out.

Suddenly, they had attracted quite the crowd. People began crowding around "I got 20 bucks on the lady." Daniel came up, placing money on the table. He winked at Lucy, confidently smiling at her. She smiled back sweetly, appreciating his support. Bucky didn't quite like that her ex-fiance was the first one to put money on her, but he supposed it was nice that they were still such good friends.

"I'll double that." Agent Carter made her way through and left even more pounds in front of the two. The man flashed her a crude, sideways smile as he looked up at the English woman and let out a low whistle.

"Maybe you want a piece next? We can turn this twosome into a threesome." The man suggested it to Peggy. His comment made Lucy scoff. Bucky sighed as he pulled out his money clip from his pocket and added more money to the pile.

"How about I knock your teeth in instead?" Peggy sweetly suggested with a false smile. She returned to Steve's side, who only proudly grinned through pursed lips at her comment. The man grumbled at Peggy's rejection, but then focused back on Lucy.

"No matter," He gruffly, "We'll have enough fun with just the two of us. Ain't that right, little lady?" He smiled across at her and then gestured over to Bucky, "Maybe we can invite your boyfriend to watch while we're at it,"

"Oh, boy." Dugan snarled at that comment, turning to Bucky, "I was gonna let you kick his ass all by yourself. But now I think it's my duty to join in on that." He did not like it when someone was being rude to his team. Like Whitney had already proven, if you messed with one of the 107th, you messed with all of the 107th.

More people had tried to get on in the action. There was a large amount of money suddenly on the table. For the people who didn't know Lucy, they had figured it was going to be an easy match. Before the two began, the server made his way over and set their drinks on the table. Lucy grabbed her first pint and quickly downed it, beating the man easily at drinking. The man looked at her in shock, as did everyone else.

However, Bucky only laughed, "That's my future wife!" he said proudly to no one in particular as he watched her outdrink the man in no time at all, smiling widely. It then dawned on him, "That's my future wife," He suddenly frowned as he realized that it wasn't a good situation they had found themselves in, and instead turned back to worry.

As the two began their next drink, Bucky wondered if Lucy's tactic was getting the man drunk. She seemed to hold her liquor well enough, and it was clear she could drink a great deal in a short amount of time without getting sick.

He had barely taken his eyes off the two when all of a sudden the voice of Howard Stark made its way through the crowd and he was at Bucky's side, "Champ, I'm gonna tell you something." Howard slapped Bucky on the back of the shoulders as he leaned in and watched as the two opponents finished the first of their beers. As he watched Lucy, Bucky could practically see the hearts in Howard's eyes.

However, he tried his best to ignore them. Instead, Bucky listened intently as he leaned in closer to hear what Howard was saying over all the yelling, ruckus, and loud music. "Now I mean this, with every ounce of my soul. I really, really, really hate you."

Bucky shot him back a look. He was surprised and frowning, wondering where the hostility was coming from. He was about to open his mouth and ask Howard what the hell his problem was when he was cut off but the erratic man.

"I mean look at that broad!" Howard chuckled as he looked at Lucy a little too fondly for Bucky's liking, "That's a goddamn work of art. Her family and I go way back, and you better believe I'll be giving out some knuckle sandwiches if she isn't treated right." He promised him, his eyes still trained on the brunette woman sitting at the table and she chugged more of her beer.

"I'll do my best," Bucky promised, trying to hide his smirk at Howard's comment.

Howard looked up at him in shock, "You do better than your best! Because the moment she's vulnerable and unhappy, I can't make any promises that I'm not gonna try to seduce her!"

Bucky only chuckled, realizing that Howard was trying to bond with him. In a crude way, of course. But any other way wasn't exactly Howard's style. "Noted,"

"Man oh man, you are one lucky bastard." Was all Howard said with a forlorn look on his face, "Getting a piece of that every night—," His eyes were still on Lucy, never leaving her for a single second.

"Hey now—,"

"—Respectfully, of course." Howard held his hands up in defense, a jesting expression on his face. "Yup, Buck-o, old boy. I could have been you, once. Coulda had a goddess like that." He only sighed in a forlorn matter, looking at Lucy proudly as she finished her last drink. She gasped for air after having downed it so fast. "That's your girl," The other man looked a little green in the gills after trying to finish his drink as quickly as she had.

"Yup," Bucky looked at her with a smile on his face, looking at her fondly. She was the apple to his eye, his sun and stars. "That's my girl." He said as he watched her down another drink. The man looked at her in shock, wondering how such a slender woman could drink such a massive amount in such a short period.

"Anyway," Howard sighed, then casually stated like he was suggesting they take a stroll in the park "We're gonna gang beat the shit outta this guy if he wins, right?"

Bucky looked at him in utter shock, worry for Stark's well being evident on his face.

Howard seemed to recognize Bucky's concern over his comment and he quickly gave him a reassuring smile, "Haha! Kidding, Jesus! Take a joke, Barnes!" His smile dropped as he became genuine yet again, "Seriously though, think about it."

When the two parties had finally finished their drinks, the man only belched. He swayed a little in his seat from the amount of booze he had just gulped down and all that he had earlier that evening. Lucy, however, looked like the cat who ate the canary. She remained composed, only smiling mischievously as she had her pretty legs crossed over one another.

"Let's get on with it," The man said gruffly, breathing heavily as he placed his arm on the table for Lucy to take it. "I'm in the mood to fuck." She paid very little to his crass comment, but it didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. Instead, he saw red. He had never wanted to physically harm someone as badly as he did at that moment.

"I'm gonna kill him." Bucky only stated seriously in a deadpanned tone. Steve cringed, knowing this whole situation wasn't going to end well. Yet, there was nothing he could do. The band began playing a more intense song as the two finally joined hands to get ready to commence the arm wrestle. Bucky could feel his heartbeat quicken at the prospect of Lucy losing. But deep down, he knew he had to trust her. Whatever she had up her sleeve would work.

"I'll try to take it easy on you," Lucy promised him, a coy look on her beautiful face. The man only snorted, doubting that she was a very big threat.

Someone who volunteered to serve as a referee was suddenly counting down from three. Bucky could feel adrenaline race through his veins. How was it that he was more nervous at that moment than Lucy was?

When the arm wrestle finally began, the man looked on in utter shock as her arm didn't even budge. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at her with surprise evident in his expression. He began to put more of his strength in it, slightly making Lucy's arms bend back.

"Oh no!" Lucy gasped in mockery at the outcome of her arm getting closer and closer to the table. Bucky looked on in sheer amazement at how the man was beginning to break a sweat, but Lucy looked on as though she were bored.

When the man began laughing in victory as her arm was inches away from the table's surface, she still didn't look even the slightest bit worried. Bucky watched as when the competition was practically won how Lucy flipped the odds.

She was suddenly pushing his arm back, everyone watching in the crowd watching with the utmost of shock. The man then put all his might into winning and his face twisted in pain. Lucy didn't have the slightest trace of an expression on her face and continued to bait him by making him think he actually stood a chance.

"Can I have this? Thank you!" She said happily as she took someone's drink from them in a distracted manner, her other hand shooting out to steal the glass. As she still was forcing the man's arm down she drank the rest of the drink impressively and still was able to hold her own.

The cheering got louder. Everyone was yelling and screaming from the excitement, the energy in the room going through the roof, "C'mon, baby!" Bucky cheered loudly, his heart hammering in his chest, "C'mon!" He would be there in his girl's corner until the day he died.

"Show that fool how us ladies do it!" Peggy called out as well, jumping up and down excitedly and making Steve hoot and holler as well. Usually, Peggy was so composed, but the excitement of sticking it to the man was too much at that moment.

Finally, still looking bored, Lucy decided to stop toying with him. She slammed his arm down, and to everyone's amazement, the table broke in half. Bucky didn't know what happened next, but he was calling out in victory and holding Lucy's hand up as though she was a champion boxer. The pub uproarded in cheer as they looked onward at their victor, not at all expecting the competition to end the way it did.

The man was on the floor groaning, rolling around in pain as he clutched his wrist. He looked on in utter confusion, wondering how she managed to beat him. As he staggered to get on his feet, his face was red in anger.

Bucky grabbed Lucy's face and kissed her hard on the mouth. He could feel her smile largely through his kiss, which she eagerly returned with vigor. When they pulled away, she was beaming happily.

"And that's why you don't harass women!" Lucy chastised the man as he rolled on the floor, cursing her out.

"She cheated! I-I don't know how, but she did!" The man looked on in shock. His eyes then narrowed at it "You bitch! You cheated!" The man accused her, his vein nearly popping out of his forehead.

That was it. For Bucky, that did it. He was about to jump into action at that comment when to his surprise, Gilbert Whitney beat him to the chase. Bucky stared wide-eyed at his past foe, who now was drunkenly defending his woman.

"Hey!" Whitney yelled as he stood up and pointed an accusing finger, "That bitch may be a bitch, but she's our bitch!" He hiccuped and then frowned at what he said, knowing it didn't sound right. Lucy knew what he was trying to say though. "That's not what I meant to say. That came out wrong." He hiccuped again, slightly stumbling, and turning to Lucy to assure her he was trying to defend her, "Hold on, I got this." He slurred once more before confidently yelling, "She's annoying as hell! But she's one of us and we love her!" It still missed the mark, but it was the thought that counted for Lucy. "Oh!" Whitney turned around to the man, pointing an accusing finger at him, as he remembered something else, "And it's Doctor Bitch to you!"

"That cunt-!"Just as the man was about to make what Bucky was assuming was supposed to be a witty retort, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. A sickening crunch was heard as soon as his knuckle made contact with his cheekbone. No one called his future wife that word.

Immediately, the man hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. He was out cold from Bucky's punch. The man's unit and friends looked at this fallen comrade in shock. Suddenly, everyone was on one another. A complete brawl broke out between the 107th and the rest of the bar's patrons.

It was sheer chaos. The bartender ducked behind the bar, wanting no part of any of it. He was yelling on the telephone for the police to get there as quick as they could. Chairs were flying in the air. Yelling, cursing, and screaming was heard throughout the entire room. Dugan was quickly throwing someone who had picked on a drunken Whitney.

Exasperatedly, Steve looked out in horror, "We can't fight, we're on the same side!" He called out frustratedly before catching a man's fist in his hand to block his swing. He hit his challenger in the stomach as lightly as he could, still making him fly back violently, "I'm so sorry!" Steve apologized, not wanting to fight anyone.

Buck ducked a punch that swung over his head. He shoved the man off of him, looking for his girl amongst the maniacal crowd. Peggy smashed a bottle over someone's head as they raised their knuckles to hit Lucy. A blank expression fell on their face, and they fell unconscious, joining the man who had arm-wrestled Lucy on the floor.

"Thanks!" Lucy exclaimed to Peggy amongst the havoc.

"Yeah, you really didn't seem like you were able to handle yourself." The Brit chuckled as she defended herself once more from someone else who rushed her.

Once Bucky hand found Lucy, he quickly exclaimed: "Let's get the hell out of here!" He had to yell over the noise and he had grabbed Lucy's hand once he was finally able to make his way over to her. Gripping her hard, she only nodded in agreement. They burst out of the pub just as the police arrived.

They ran as fast as their legs could take them through the streets. Snow gathered in their hair and on their shoulders, the bite of the cold hitting their skin. Despite the chilly weather though, they both felt the warmest they had ever been.

"Holy shit!" Lucy cussed as they ran out hand in hand, giggling like sixth graders about to be caught doing something bad by their teachers. "I cannot believe that just happened!" She was breathless as they slid onto the ice. Lucy held onto Bucky as she squealed as their bodies collided. She was in a fit of giggles, her cheeks red and her smile wide. He caught her and they nearly toppled over from the slick ground "You just punched that guy!"

"Yeah, I just punched that guy." Bucky nodded in disbelief, not even sure what had just occurred. Everything had moved so quickly and he had just acted on sheer instinct. Did he start that bar fight? He supposed he did. But no one insulted his Lucy like that.

Lucy laughed breathlessly in bewilderment, looking at him like he was the best thing in the world, "I've never had a fella punch someone for me." Her breath came out in whisps.

Bucky smiled widely and then held her face in his hands, "I would punch a hundred guys for you, Lucy Heinrich." He promised her.

"Well gee, only a hundred? Guess you don't really love me that much." She teased with a sarcastic tone.

"Okay, fine! One thousand! I'd punch a thousand guys for you!" Bucky exclaimed with a laugh, "Is that you wanted to hear, your highness?"

"Yes, it is thank you." Lucy said in a fake, posh attitude after he called her 'your highness'. She had an English accent and suddenly carried herself higher and more confidently as though she was walking into a place court.

"Oh my, and who do we have here?" Bucky pretended to not know who she was, "English royalty, perhaps?" He turned her in his arms and spun her around, making her laugh as they began to dance in the middle of the street just as they did that night in Brooklyn. Only now, it was in noisy London in the middle of the war. And although it was awful and everything was wrong with the world, Lucy was happy in those few moments where she could just forget everything else.

"Why yes, I am English royalty, my good sir." Lucy giggled as she spoke even more ridiculously. She mockingly cutesied, causing him to bow lowly at her.

"How ever can I be of service to you?" He returned in a bad cockney accent.

Lucy giggled at Bucky's horrible attempt. She stopped smiling, although she failed, and turned back to her regular voice, "I can think of a couple ways,"

She pulled him by the tie inside an alley. He pushed her against the wall as their mouths slammed against each other. "Your majesty!" He exclaimed loudly, still joking with her as they separated, "I could never! Can you imagine the scandal?"

"I can't tempt you?" She asked with a sultry tone.

"Unfortunately, I'm a man of honour. Plus, I happen to be engaged to someone else. And I hate to say it, but she's prettier than you." He teased her, making Lucy smile and roll her eyes.

"Hmm. A fiancé? I'm sure she treats you well but I think I can treat you better," Lucy cocked an eyebrow putting her mouth to his ear and gently biting it, "And you wouldn't think to give up your honour even if I said I wanted your fingers inside me right now?"

"Right now?" Bucky blushed and dropped his fake accent, "Luce, we're in public." He shivered as she bit him again and took the lobe of his ear into her mouth once more. It took all he had not to rut into her.

They pulled away, only to look one another deeply in the eyes. He brushed a stray hair out of her face as she breathed heavily up and down. Gently, Bucky took her face in his hands. She looked up at him with all the love she was able to express through a single look.

Their lips met one another, finally touching in love and passion. Electricity coursed through Lucy, igniting a fire deep inside of her. Time stopped and the world ceased to move. She felt him in every cell of her body and every ache of her bones. Their lips moved in harmony as though it were a dance. His greedy fingers gripped at her as she stood on her tippy toes. If he wasn't holding her up, Lucy was sure she would have collapsed in a mess on the ground. Kissing him breathed life into her. She felt more alive then she ever had in all her 27 years.

Their tongues met and warmth flooded her belly. He was like a fire on a winter night. His touch made her blood run hot, coursing through her veins. He kissed her with everything he had, pouring each ouch of love into the movement of his lips.

She had never been so completely and utterly in love. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to carve its way out with every passing second. Lucy's arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible to her body.

When finally Bucky separated from their kiss, he only looked at Lucy with the deepest expression of unrequited love in his eyes. His hands gripped her face gently, and before he could even process what he was saying, Bucky blurted out "We should get married."

Lucy's expression softened, her fingers tugged at the short hair at the back of his neck. She tried to contain her smile as she was about to capture his lips on her own again, "We already are," She let out a desperate gasp as she was about to kiss him once more.

Bucky stopped her, his expression soft, "No. I mean now," Lucy's mouth dropped open slightly, "I mean we should get married right now."

"Bucky—," She began making excuses. Her eyes lowered as she was about to come up with any reason as to why they couldn't get married right then and there.

"I can't," He let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes, and pausing for a moment. "Take another moment of you not being mine. I love you. I will love you more than anyone else in my entire life."

Lucy was shocked he was asking. She looked up at him with a questioning look, "The timing isn't right. Wouldn't you want to do this properly? In front of your family? In front of mine? Declaring our love for one another in front of the people we care about?"

He knew what he wanted. All he wanted was her. A big wedding and everything else didn't matter. He would marry her with only a priest present if that's what it took. Bucky shook his head and argued, "No." He swallowed a lump in his throat, "No. Lucy, all I need is you. You're my family. You're all I need."

Lucy pressed her forehead to his and closed her eyes. They were frozen together like that for only a moment. Her hands drifted to grace his face ever so carefully. As she had felt before, Lucy knew she had never felt love quite like this.

"Marry me, Lucy Heinrich," Bucky whispered again. Lucy could feel a tight lump forming in her throat, "Now is the perfect timing. Because I don't know if you noticed, doll..." He let out a nervous chuckle, "But we're in the middle of a war. And I don't know if either one of us is gonna make it out of this thing. All I know is that if I were going to die tomorrow, that I'd want to make damn sure you were my wife before then." Bucky's voice dripped with emotion and it took Lucy all she had not to cry upon listening to his words, "Because being married to you for one day is worth a thousand years with someone less incredible as you. I could live an eternity and never love someone the way that I love you, pige."

With tears in her eyes, Bucky gently wiped with his thumb the few that trickled down her cheek. Lucy simply replied with a soft whisper as she nodded, "Okay,"

Bucky's eyebrows shot up in shock, "Okay? Y-yeah?" He couldn't believe he just heard her agree.

A large grin spread over her face. She thought she would regret those words, but they felt more natural than anything. Lucy nodded and smiled, "Yeah! Yeah, let's get married!" Her grin was like nothing he had ever seen before. She choked a sob as she laughed, and Bucky felt his chest burst with excitement.

"You're sure? You're sure you want to?" He asked her quickly, his hands holding her face again.

"I said yes, didn't I? Too late to talk me out of it!" She teased as she giggled even more.

"Never!" Bucky smiled larger and kissed her lips quickly, "I'd never talk you out of it!" his lips pressed to hers again in a peck. More giggles emitted from Lucy.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the wall. It almost made her lose her footing from the fast pace he was taking from excitement. Bucky yelled in excitement and victory, his one fist shooting is in the air. He was so happy that passers-by must have thought that the war had finally be won, "We're gettin' married!" Bucky yelled into the night, his voice booming as he cheered happily.

He stopped her all of a sudden and once again grabbed her face in his hands. As he looked down he licked his lips before leaning down and kissing her once more. Everything was right in the world. Everything was perfect. It was just him and her. They held one another like their lives depended on it. His tongue graced her lips, and Lucy moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his kissing the life out of her. When he finally pulled away, his hands were on her waist and he had a dreamy smile on his face. "Besides," He cocked a sideways, smug grin, "I gotta make an honest woman out of you."

"And your honest woman I shall be." Lucy joked in reply to his comment.

Bucky laughed, picking her up by the waist. He spun her around in his arms, "My goddamn woman." He repeated before pressing his mouth to hers once more.


I don't know how I feel about this chapter, honestly. I thought I liked it, but now I'm not so sure. Also, remember that Lucy might have gotten a touch of serum while she was being tortured, and that's how she was able to beat that jerky guy! She's not just freakishly strong for no reason, lol.

Anyway, I promise the next chapter will be better. After all, there may or may not be a wedddingggg! ;)

Until next time,

-A

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