I forgot to mention in my last chapter how much I truly appreciate my reviewers sharing their ideas for what they would like to see in the sequel. I'm seriously considering each one, and I want to say from the bottom of my heart how wonderful it is that you're so invested in this story.

I've put so many hours of my time into this little craft of mine and I never thought people would be so into it, least of all actually like my writing or even say such kind things such as how this has been their favourite story so far. People often forget that fanfic writers don't do this for money or notoriety (although I'm now asking myself why the hell I don't try to write something for reals) We do it because it makes people happy and because we love the fandoms. Knowing you guys get happy each time you see an update is the most incredible feeling.

So to the bottom of my heart, thank you. This is the chapter I'm sure many of you have been waiting for. Please enjoy it, and know that without you this story would have never gotten so far.


Chapter XLII

Once Lucy and Bucky decided they were really getting married, they realized there was still a lot to do. While Bucky was just grinning and going along for the ride, Lucy madly listed off the things they needed to take care of first as she went into preparation mode.

As she rambled, barely taking even a moment to breathe between giving him instructions, Bucky only gripped her shoulders and made her stop in her tracks.

"Doll, just calm down." He chuckled and then gently rubbed her cheek, "We'll be alright. Now, slow down and tell me what you need." His caring response made butterflies flutter in her stomach. Yes, she was definitely making the right choice by marrying him.

Looking at the small watch on her wrist, she noticed it was nearing one in the morning. She only hoped that a church would still be open and they could find a priest. She figured that would be the least of their problems though, as churches usually remained open all night for people to come to pray and visit the Lord's house during these times of war and trouble.

As Lucy continued instructing him what they needed, Bucky nodded at all the tasks she gave him, and she wondered if she was still talking just a little too fast from excitement. Once she finished, she looked at his perplexed expression, realizing she possibly gave him too much to handle.

"You think you can do it?" She asked him cautiously, wondering if they were being stupid by deciding to get married that night. She looked at him and noted how handsome he looked in his uniform. The olive green brought out the darkness of his features, giving his cheekbones and jawline a greater edge. As Lucy looked at him, she couldn't believe she had managed to snag such a man. She had to have been an absolute saint in her past life in order to deserve him.

As they paused outside the pub, she noticed how everything had calmed down after they had left. The police were still there, figuring out what happened. Steve and Peggy were talking to them and convincing them not to arrest anyone, trying to explain it was just a big misunderstanding. The bartender looked irritated beyond belief, scowling at all the army folk who caused a ruckus in his establishment.

Bucky thought about Lucy's question for only a moment, pursing his lips, "Well, this is my first major task before I become a husband. So, yeah. I mean, can't start this thing off on the wrong foot and disappoint my wife." He gave her a reassuring grin, making Lucy's smile stretch widely. She nodded excitedly before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I'll grab Peggy, and then I have to go get Hilda and get ready!" She said excitedly before waving madly outside the bar to get Peggy's attention. The British agent frowned as she saw Lucy jumping up and down as Bucky walked back into the bar and he chuckled at his future wife's uncharacteristically display of sheer joy.

Suddenly curious, Peggy excused herself and went outside the pub to meet Lucy, her eyebrows raised in question, "Is everything okay? You don't seem quite right." Peggy wondered why Lucy was smiling like a maniac and madly trying to get attention.

"Oh, Peggy! Everything's just swell! I'm getting married!" Lucy beamed widely, nearly squealing from excitement as her breath came up in wisps from the cold air. Her cheeks were pink from how chilly it was, and her fingers were frozen but she didn't care. All she could think about was how in an hour she and Bucky would be married.

"Umm, yes." Peggy nodded, not quite understanding the situation. "We've already been through that. Are you sure you didn't get a bottle to the head?" She grabbed Lucy's face to inspect her further. She cocked an eyebrow up as she stared into Lucy's eyes to discover if she was concussed.

"Peggy!" Lucy grabbed her friend's hands and held them tightly, "I'm getting married tonight! In an hour!" She tried to explain.

Peggy's mouth fell open as she looked on at her friend in shock, "Holy hell, Lucy! Why didn't you just say so!" A large smile appeared on her face as she grabbed her hand, dragging her back to the hotel.

"Don't you have to talk to the police?" Lucy asked worriedly looking back at the scene they had helped create. She couldn't help but have a large grin on her lips though, knowing Peggy was prioritizing her over everything else.

"Ehhh, this is more important. What are they going to do, arrest me?" She snickered ever so slightly, a troublesome glimmer in her eye. "Besides, who's going to take a woman's statement over Captain America's?" Lucy had the feeling that she still wasn't quite over the fact she had seen Steve locking lips with some strange dame.

"Are you sure Steve can handle it?" He looked composed in the few moments Lucy had seen them speaking to the authorities. But Steve didn't like breaking laws, and Lucy questioned how he would handle the fact he was a Captain involved in a bar fight with other troops from another division. Likely, he was beating himself up a great deal for not being responsible enough for stopping the fight before it got out of hand.

"Steve's a big boy, he can handle himself. Plus, your beloved had walked in just in time to help him out. I'm not worried." Peggy insisted firmly. Her tone confirmed that she was still sore at Steve for kissing another woman. Sure, they had a couple laughs while in the pub and flirted, but that didn't mean Peggy's ego wasn't still bruised.

Lucy could only try to keep up with her pace before coming to a halt. She stopped just as they rounded near where they were staying and Lucy suddenly remembered something. She halted and stood her ground insistently as Peggy pulled her hand. Lucy protested, "Actually, I have something important for you to do." She licked her lips as she wondered if it was too impossible.

Peggy didn't even ask what it was before agreeing, "Anything." She promised her with her big brown eyes looking up at her with determination.

Lucy blushed ever so slightly and hesitantly leaned over to whisper her request in her friend's ear. She played with the hem of her coat nervously as she asked Peggy such a ludicrous task.

"Lucy Heinrich!" Peggy gasped ever so slightly as she exclaimed in a scandalized tone once Lucy had finished asking. However, she had a crooked, mischievous, grin that soon replaced her initial shock, "Good thing you came to the right woman."

Lucy chewed her lip uncomfortably as she shifted her weight on her feet, "You think you can do it?"

"Like I said," Peggy's devilish look only grew as she stood straighter and held herself tall, "You came to the right woman."

Lucy let out a victorious happy squeal (she was doing that a lot lately —what the hell was wrong with her?) She hugged her friend tightly and placed several kisses on her cheek as she continued blushing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lucy was all too eager to let her companion know how grateful she was for taking on such a task.

"Wait, hold on!" Peggy gasped as she had Lucy hold out her arms so her body made a "T". Peggy's hands grasped her waist to measure her body. She then gently cupped near her breast, both of them giggling and blushing from embarrassment and giggling like two troublesome children. For her hips and behind Peggy just eyeballed what she figured her measurements were like. "Okay," Peggy looked her up and down once more, committing her body shape to memory. "Go get ready!" She smiled at her before quickly walking off, leaving Lucy to wake a sleeping Hilda to let her know what was happening.


Before Lucy gently shook Hilda awake to tell her the good news, she had no idea the young teenager would react the way she did. As soon as Lucy mentioned the word "married" Hilda's eyes instantly popped open and she was rushing about the room, squealing and bouncing up and down in so much excitement that guests in the room below angrily began yelling at them to shut up.

Blushing madly from her display of cheerfulness and having disturbed other hotel guests, Hilda finally calmed down. She quickly laid out the best dress she could find, and then began helping Lucy with her hair. Lucy didn't feel as though she had time to do anything fancy with her dark tresses or makeup, but with Hilda's help, she was able to touch her appearance up just enough to look the way she wanted.

As Hilda tried to hot iron certain parts of Lucy's hair, she gently touched the metal after licking her finger, testing the heat. She hissed ever so slightly, but then looked back to Lucy as she paid attention to gently placing delicate curls in a fashionable updo.

"I feel like how I did when my older sister got married," Hilda told her with a wide grin, as they made eye contact through the mirror, "She got married in the morning though, not in the middle of the night. Practically our entire village was there. Do you mind so much not having a big wedding or a dress or anything?" She asked Lucy skeptically.

Lucy thought about it for a moment. She bit her lip gently as she thought of how Beatrix had Mr. Lee walked down the aisle. She and Johnathan had rice thrown at them as they left the church in large smiles and high spirits. She wore the most beautiful white dress Lucy had ever seen, and her flowers alone were something that caused envy in many soon-to-be brides that attended as guests.

Lucy would have none of that. She would get married in a war-torn church in candlelight by a tired preacher. Her family would not be there, and she would have a fancy bouquet or a diamond ring, or a veil of any sort. But she had the one thing that truly mattered…

Lucy would marry Bucky anywhere. She didn't need a white wedding gown or champagne toasts. She just needed him, and she wanted nothing more than to be his.

"I don't mind," Lucy said with a small, thoughtful, smile as she dwelled on it longer. Her eyes drifted down to her lap, where she gazed at her left hand where the small piece of string Bucky had wrapped around her second last finger resided. She hadn't taken it off even once, and she remembered how she felt when he got on one knee in the middle of the partisan camp and delicately placed it on her.

She didn't even need a real ring. Not even a small gold band. All she needed, from that day until the end of her days, was him.

As she looked fondly down at the promise of forever on her hand, she didn't even notice the door open and a very smug-looking Peggy waltzed in. She let out a breath of relief as she saw Lucy getting ready, and rested the back of her head against the door as she huffed.

Lucy took in the appearance of her friend and her heart sank ever so slightly, "Is it raining?" She asked as she took in how Peggy was soaked. She looked relieved to be in a warm and dry room with a roof over her head after Lucy had sent on such an impossible mission.

"A mix of snow and rain." The English woman sighed wistfully as she saw how Lucy's expression sank ever so slightly.

"Cheer up, love." Peggy came forward with her bag of goodies. She flashed her a reassuring smile as she placed it on the bed, "Rain on your wedding day is good luck." She promised her as Lucy's eyes were drawn to the bag.

"Did you…?" Lucy asked her as she swallowed a lump in her throat. She wouldn't be disappointed if Peggy wasn't able to get the items she requested, but it would still be nice to have such small luxuries on her wedding day.

Peggy only cocked her head and gestured over to the bag, "Why don't you go see for yourself." She encouraged the bride. Hilda had finished putting the last pin into Lucy's hair and she allowed her to get up from the chair she had been patiently sitting on.

In the dim yellow glow of the dreary hotel room, Lucy slowly walked over to the bed. She could hear the rain tapping on the window panes outside. She gently opened it to see the contents that were inside the bag, "Oh my—Peggy!" Lucy gasped without even reaching in, "How did you manage?" Already, without even looking at the item, she knew it was incredibly beautiful.

"What is it?" Hilda demanded as she bounded over to the two adult women. She tried to get a peek at the inside contents, peering down inside. Lucy couldn't believe her friend had been able to accomplish such a miraculous feat, let alone in the middle of the night.

"Well open it and try it on! Don't just stand there with your mouth open! You'll catch flies in that thing!" Peggy urged her as she teased Lucy. With delicate fingers, Lucy lifted the item out to reveal it to the room. She gasped softly as she stared at it, looking in wonder at the silk material which appeared to be made of starlight.

Peggy smugly smirked at the item as she crossed her arms against her chest, looking proud at her achievement, "If he doesn't go absolutely mad for you while you wear that I may just collapse in shock."

Hilda blushed at the silk and lace of the bridal nightgown. It was the most beautiful piece of fabric she had ever seen, and she wondered how in the hell Peggy was able to purchase it.

"I think he already goes mad enough for her already without that thing's help." Hilda teased as she gently felt the silk material between her fingers, her mouth also slightly agape from how beautiful it was.

Lucy's mouth kept falling open and closed as she looked at Peggy in wonder, "How did you possibly manage it?"

"I knew a shopkeeper who lived in a flat above their store. I rang the bell so much and pounded on all of the doors that they just had to get up and talk to me. Then I explained Captain America was getting married and suddenly she was all too willing to take me into her place and show me her best and finest." She looked so proud and smug at her little white lie and she chuckled ever so slightly, "All whole she had rolls in her hair and was in her nightie. She was very accommodating, and even gave me a deal on the second item." Peggy gestured to the bag once more, letting Lucy know that there was something else at the bottom of it.

"Oh, my! You shouldn't have!" Lucy gasped again, taking out a pale, dusty blue, silk dress with buttons all the way down. It was short-sleeved, and perhaps a little revealing around the bust, but its modest length would have gone down to her mid-calf. She held the dress to her chest as she turned to her very dear female companions in the room.

"I figured you needed something other than what you already have to walk down the aisle." Peggy gently said.

"I don't know what to say." Lucy nearly choked up. "You both are so wonderful!" She exclaimed through a tight throat, tears threatening to spill over. She grabbed both of them and held them tight against her in a hug. Peggy looked a little exasperated by the onslaught of affection, but Hilda only giggled and hugged Lucy tighter.

"Don't say anything! Just go get bloody ready!" Peggy laughed as she encouraged her, gently shoving her to get changed in the bathroom. She quickly placed the bridal lingerie back in the bag so Lucy could put it on later once she and Bucky returned to their room.

Lucy left the door open to place on her new dress but stayed behind the confines of the wall so she could continue on with their conversation. After Lucy undid the buttons of the dress she had been wearing that night and heard Hilda gently clear her throat.

"Are you nervous about afterward?" Hilda voiced a little bashfully, and Lucy could imagine the deep blush spreading from her cheeks to her neck, "I know I would be if it were my first time on my wedding night."

Lucy shot her head out to look at Hilda so she could answer her. As she did she exchanged a look with Peggy, the British agent only smirking at her. Of course, she knew the truth. After all, the women couldn't help but gossip a little before boarding the airplane to London, their hushed conversation getting a little naughty and inappropriate at times as they giggled nearly the entire time.

"Oh yes, it'll be a completely new and foreign experience for me!" Lucy lied innocently as she ducked her head back in and rid herself of her clothing, only to put her new items on.

"Bucky's a fine man, though" Hilda assured Lucy, trying her best to comfort her, "I'm sure he'll be gentle." The nervousness she felt for Lucy was still in her voice.

"I'm sure," Peggy nodded, "A complete gentleman. Never once before having a tryst in a stolen Hydra tank." Lucy shot her head out again only to glare at Peggy as she snickered ever so slightly.

Hilda didn't seem to realize what they were talking about, only frowning at what the agent could have meant. She looked like she wanted to ask a question, but decided against it when she realized that somethings were best not knowing.

When Lucy had finally finished pulling her dress on, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was nothing like what she expected it to look like on her wedding day. But once again, Lucy found herself not caring.

As she stepped out of the bathroom Hilda gasped in happiness. Peggy only offered a soft smile, giving her an approving nod.

She raised her eyebrows in worry, "It's good?"

"Lovely! You look absolutely lovely!" Hilda clutched her hands together as she stared dreamily at Lucy, "The most beautiful bride I've ever seen!"

"Thank you, Hilda," Lucy blushed at the compliment ever so slightly. As the young girl ordered Lucy to twirl around in a bossy manner, a soft knock was heard at the door. Frowning, Peggy stood up and gently strengthened the folds of her skirt. She went over and opened the door, only to see Steve standing there, his officers hat in his hand respectfully as he readied himself to speak to the women.

"Agent Carter," He looked surprised to see her at the door, his voice dropping a little lower, but his eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

"Yes, Captain?" She asked a pressed manner, swallowing thickly as though she were slightly nervous at seeing him standing there in all his handsome glory as he donned his army green uniform.

"I uhh,-I was just checking to see if you gals were ready. I noticed we also didn't get a chance to finish that conversation we started in the pub. If you wouldn't mind, I'd erm, I'd like to… Finish, that is." He stuttered awkwardly, slightly taken back how beautiful Peggy looked even though she was soaked from the rain. "That conversation," He clarified sweetly, his gaze directly down to his shifting feet, "From earlier…"

Peggy gave him a soft smile upon observing his gentle nature, "Sure, I'd like that very much. But perhaps another time? I think there are two kids who'd like to get hitched first." Peggy chuckled slightly, and Lucy smiled as she observed her and Steve in their own little world.

"Oh, right! Yeah, of course. Another time." He agreed with a small smile, and then his gaze traveled back to Lucy and his mouth slightly fell open, "Wow, Lucy… You-You look amazing!" Lucy smiled at his compliment.

"Me too, right?" Hilda came bounding up with the biggest smile Steve had ever seen as she batted eyelashes ever so slightly. Lucy snorted as she watched the teen hopelessly fawn over the supersoldier.

"You look very beautiful as well, Hilda." He assured her and she practically swooned, she sat on the bed before she fell down as her cheeks turned beet red. Steve's eyes then flashed back to Peggy, "As do you, Agent Carter. You look…Very beautiful." He looked at Peggy like she was a dream, a lazy little smile on his lips as he paid her his compliment.

His attention was turned back to Lucy before Peggy could even thank him for his comment. Steve cleared his throat again, "Bucky's jaw is going to drop so fast when he sees you, I'll be surprised if he's able to pick it back up again." Steve assured Lucy as she gathered her coat, "If you weren't already getting married, I'd say he'd ask you all over again after seein' you in that dress."

"Thank you, Steve, that's very kind of you." She smiled and he eagerly returned one back. His eye sparkled ever so slightly from happiness.

"If you ladies are ready, I'd be happy to accompany you down," He offered in a gentlemanly fashion.

Lucy was ready, but she still needed to put her shoes on and Hilda needed her coat. They could have easily walked down with Steve. But given Peggy's attitude, Lucy had some matters to discuss with her first and foremost. "We'll meet you in a moment." She promised, which Steve quickly nodded and bid them goodbye.

As soon as he closed the door, Peggy immediately knew what she was in for. She was groaning in irritation before Lucy even opened her mouth.

"I see the way you look at him." Lucy accused her with a troublesome smirk. Lucy knew that look. It was the very look she often gave Bucky; as though he had the universe in his eyes.

"I... No!" Peggy insisted with a blushing smile, "There's no look! I have no idea what you're talking about."

Lucy only tsked, "Oh, don't play coy! That might work on one of those knuckleheads but you're not getting past me!" Lucy insisted further, revisiting the conversation they had in the pub, "You've got a crush."

"I have a crush! I so, very, very, much have a crush!" Hilda insisted with a love-struck smile as she thought back to Steve and she sighed deeply.

Peggy ignored what the young girl said and only focused on her friend's accusations "Please, Lucy, don't be ridiculous! He's—he's a moron! I mean have you ever heard him talk to a lady!? He's practically babbling and rambling the entire time and he can't keep a conversation! He's shy but also cocky and I don't understand it! He's just—ugh! He's a fool!" Peggy said frustratedly, looking as though she wanted to rip out her hair. As Lucy gave Peggy a soft smile, she could see the hard exterior melt. "He's a pretty fool at that too!" And just like that Peggy Carter was exposed, sinking down on the bed next to her, "Oh, Lucy. What do I do? There's no way anything can happen between us!" She shook her head as though the mere idea was preposterous.

"Well," Lucy only sighed, not knowing if she was the best person to talk about this. After all, she was about to marry the love of her life. Lucy had never truly been in a position where she couldn't have been with someone. "You know what's best for you. And Steve is head over heels."

"You think so?" Peggy looked up, half-hoping but also scared by what Lucy could say next.

Lucy nodded, a small smile on her face as she gathered her coat.

"Do you... Do you think..." Peggy blushed, a pink dancing across her cheeks, "Do you think that when he came out of that machine bigger, that ummm... Everything got larger?"

"Margaret Carter, you little devil!" Lucy laughed, "For shame!"

"As if you haven't thought of it too!" She accused.

"Oh, I fully have. But it's so much more fun teasing you about it! And…" Lucy covered Hilda's ears, causing her to giggle, "We have a youngin' here! Don't you dare try to corrupt her!" As Lucy sat behind Hilda as she giggled, she nodded dramatically; signaling to Peggy that yes, she had indeed thought of what happened to Steve's erm, manly parts after coming out of the machine.

"What got bigger?" Hilda innocently asked with a grin. She was so pure, it amazed Lucy how she didn't lose any of the childish wonders from the war. She hoped she stayed that way for a long while.

"His ego," Peggy said firmly, "And nothing else," A small smirk crept on her lips as she thought about it and a blush appearing darker on her cheeks.

Lucy slapped her hands to her knees and she tried to get them moving, "Alright!" She insisted as she made everyone stand up, "Enough of you and your love-life problems. This is my day, don't be selfish." She teased, making Peggy scoff and roll her eyes in fake annoyance.


It had taken then a few moments to get composed and in order. Once they did, Lucy, Peggy, and Hilda went down to the hotel lobby to meet all the fellas.

Lucy smiled as she saw Bucky still in uniform with his hands in his pockets and talking to Steve. She was surprised to see Daniel, Howard, and Dugan there too. However, the most surprising was a drunken Gilbert Whitney, who was attempting to sober up the best he could.

As soon as Bucky's eyes caught on her a large smile grew on his face. He gazed at her with a grin beaming, making butterflies flutter around in Lucy's stomach. She nearly had to pinch herself as she remembered she was getting married to him. It had to have been a dream; nothing that good had ever fallen into her lap before.

As she approached, Lucy couldn't help but smirk, "Lookin' for someone, soldier?" She cocked an eyebrow as she flirted with the handsome man before her.

"Yeah, my fiancé. We're gettin' hitched in about ten minutes. She looks a little like you actually." Bucky placed his hand on his waist as he pulled her into him closer, "Only you are, far, far more beautiful."

"Hmm, it seems to me that a man who's about to be wed shouldn't be blatantly flirting with a woman who's not his intended now, should he?"

He gently took her left hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, "For you, doll, I'll make an exception." Her skin burned where his lips had touched.

"Barf! Okay, you two, we get it. You're in love and blah, blah, blah. Stop rubbing in your lovey-dovey bedroom eyes and let's get this show on the road," Howard requested, looking a little green "Before I get sick." He added for good measure.

Daniel agreed with pursed lips, nodding at Howard's request, "What he said," Lucy was surprised to see him there. She would have thought watching her marry someone else would be the last thing he wanted, but he was one of her best friends. It wouldn't have felt right if he weren't there.

Howard only clapped his shoulder as he widely grinned at Daniel, showing each of his pearly whites "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Doc." He smirked, "You keep agreeing with me and we'll get along just swell."

"I think it's romantic," Hilda cooed softly as she sighed. Howard only looked like she had said something that offended him.

"We are not going to get along," Howard promised her, and she looked a little disheartened. She shouldered sagged forward, showing her disappointment in her inability to make a new friend.

"Howard!" Lucy exclaimed, ever so slightly concerned at Hilda's hurt expression.

"I don't like people who disagree with me! Doesn't matter if she's just a little whippersnapper." Howard protested, arguing with Lucy as Bucky took her hand and they all began to head out of the hotel and into the darkened London streets.

"That's okay!" Hilda cheered up, "You'll come to like me! Everybody does!" She promised, shrugging off his slight insult. As they walked out, darkness shrouded them, the only light coming from the street posts on each corner.

"She's the human equivalent of sunshine." Steve explained to Howard, "But only more hyper." Hilda smiled at his compliments and skipped a little bit to hold hands with Peggy.

"Sounds exhausting." Howard paled, looking at the fifteen-year-old. He had never been good with kids, and Lucy recalled how before a gala once, a child had come up with large eyes looking up at him with wonder before exclaiming, 'Gee, Mister! Are you Howard Stark? Can I get your autograph?' Howard reluctantly signed the kids' notepad and then shooed him away without another word.

"Oh, trust me," Steve assured him darkly, low enough that Hilda couldn't hear, "It is."

As they stepped foot into the streets, Lucy noticed how the rain was only drizzling. She smiled and thanked her lucky stars that it was no longer pouring as it was when they were in the hotel room readying themselves.

Bucky quickly offered Lucy his jacket but she refused. Steve did the same with Peggy, of course, who awkwardly only stuttered and quickly rejected the offer as well. Hilda, however, accepted Daniel's jacket in thanks, and he gave her a small smile as he placed it delicately over her shoulders.

Daniel walked side by side Lucy and gave her a smile. Lucy gently touched his arm, "I'm surprised you wanted to come along." She said softly.

Daniel sighed and shrugged, a smirk appearing on the corner of his mouth, "I'm just waiting to cause a scene when the priest asks if anyone objects about this union."

Lucy lightly punched his shoulder, causing him to winch and laugh at her anger, "You'll do no such thing!" She insisted.

Daniel shook his head, "I won't, you have my word." He promised and then gestured to Bucky, "He asked me to come. Figured you'd want me there… If not, that's okay too. But I don't want to miss out on the happiest day of one of my dearest friend's life."

Lucy looked at Bucky fondly as he gave her a soft smile. Her heart fluttered from his sweet gesture. "It means a lot to me that you're going to be there." Lucy assured Daniel, looking down she said quietly, "I don't think I could proceed with it without you, actually."

"Well, in that case…" He turned on his heels to jokingly walk away.

"Oh, no you don't!" Hilda laughed as she grabbed his arm and pulled him alongside the rest of them, smiles on all their faces. As they continued walking, Lucy realized she had no idea where they were going.

Lucy looked up to Bucky, suddenly frowning, "So where's this church?" She asked.

"Couple minutes down the street. The pastor said—," He suddenly stopped and pulled her to a halt as a sound echoed in the streets, making Lucy's blood turn cold. Dread filled her body as she suddenly felt her heart break. Her veins had changed to ice, a chill creeping into her bones and the noise only made her hair stand on end.

Air raid sirens caused a shiver to run down her spine. Large searchlights illuminated the sky, the dim white attempting to identify the enemy aircraft in the misty clouds above. The noise was deafening as it set her teeth on edge and Hilda looked up at her in panic, clutching Steve's arm in fear.

"Oh no!" Lucy exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening.

Of all the times an air raid could have occurred, why did it have to be that moment? People were closing their curtains rapidly. Streetlights began going out, and suddenly the street that was once illuminated was dark in only a matter of a few seconds and the Black Out policy was followed meticulously.

Of course, things couldn't just go their way for once. Lucy was devastated and heartbroken, a sadness becoming etched into her very core. She had never felt disappointment quite like this before.

"Luce," Bucky sighed and looked down at her with sympathy and sadness also in his eyes, "I think we're gonna have to take a rain check on that wedding." His voice was low and solemn.

Just like that, her heart shattered. Lucy was so ready to be his wife. Of course, they could always get married the next morning. But it wasn't the same, and now her new bridal lingerie would go wasted for the night.

With tears of anger and disappointment in her eyes, Lucy tried to choke them back. "Damn German's ruining everything!"

She huffed and nearly stomped her foot like an angry child ready to throw a tantrum. She took in a shaky inhale and tried to control her saddened emotions. She bit her tongue to keep herself from crying from her devastation. She would not cry over something so silly, though. Even though she was very much on the verge of it.

"We need to get somewhere safe!" Peggy insisted firmly, holding only Lucy's shoulder as she tugged her, "We have to get to the London Underground! It's the closest bomb designated area." Lucy noticed the signs directing people to the closest underground safety. They head to the subway tube, hoping to find shelter and solitude there.

It had taken them only a few minutes to find the closest entrance for the London Underground. The sirens kept wailing, signaling more destruction was to come. People ran to areas where they could take cover, while others held up in their homes, turned off the lights, and hoped for the best.

As soon as they began to descend down the stairs into the darkness of the Underground, Lucy paused. She looked at Bucky's nervously as she bit her lip. Something about going down there scared her. The thought of being buried alive under the ground was not a particularly nice one, and she'd rather risk getting a bomb dropped on her than being stuck under some rubble.

She could hear people's voices bouncing off the echoes of the walls. There were quite a few groups down there already, and that also put her at unease. She didn't like tight spaces with large numbers of people. Bucky picked up on her anxiety and gently squeezed her hand to comfort her. Although the white tiles of the wall and the cleanliness of it seemed pleasant enough, she still didn't like the idea of dying there.

Bucky sensed how she was feeling and gently encouraged her, "We'll be alright, sweetheart. I promise." As the ground shook from the first bomb being dropped and a low rumble was felt through his body, he knew he had to get her to safety.

Lucy nodded, although still anxious, and decided to join her friends. As they descended into the darkness of the underground, she noticed the train wasn't running. They went further into the platform, the industrial and dusty smell hitting his nostrils. She could hear the cry of a baby a little way down the tube. The laughter of children was also present, and Lucy smiled at their cheerfulness.

Luckily there was no train running, and so beyond the low chatter of hushed voices, there was a general silence beyond the sirens of bomb relief teams passing by the entrance of the Underground. The baby cried more as its mother sushed it gently; the rumble of bombs continued a little way off.

People were sitting against the walls, waiting for the attack to finally end. Lucy slumped against one and was ready to sit down when Bucky quickly stopped her. He laid out his jacket so she could sit on it without dirtying her dress. She smiled at him, and then sat down next to him. Her hand clutched his tightly, and Hilda came over to rest her head on Lucy's shoulder as she yawned. It was extremely late, and Hilda had been woken up mid-sleep to watch Lucy and Bucky get married.

Some people were passing out blankets so everyone could keep warm. Lucy refused, feeling warm enough with Bucky beside her. However, she did make Hilda take one, as the young girl seemed quite chilled.

As the vibrations from the falling bombs could be felt, dust from the ceiling began to fall down. People gasped and held one another close. The dim eerie yellow of the lights provided more unease, as shadows danced across the walls on the opposite side of the tracks. Its dark yellow glow seemed more sinister than warm at that moment, adding to people feeling even more nervous than they already were.

"We should go help," Steve insisted, his hands on his hips as he paced, "There are fires that need to be put out and people who are in trouble." He hated sitting idle and needed to be helping in any way he could.

"You'd only be in the way." Peggy assured him, "They prefer if people stay out of it so the fire brigades can do their jobs. You're helping as much as you can by staying here and providing comfort to people." By that point, people had begun gazing down the tube, whispering to themselves once Steve's presence was known. They recognized him from the American films where he had played his role as Captain America as he tried to sell war bonds.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Peggy was right. The most he could do to help was to provide comfort. Lucy huffed frustratedly. She hated everything about this situation, and she would rather be anywhere than in the London Underground, just waiting to be bombed.

Bucky noticed her distressed state, and how she was clearly upset as she rested against his shoulder. "It's okay to cry, baby." He told her as he kissed her head, "I'm upset too."

"I'm not just upset." Lucy choked out as she bit her lip, her tone cross. "I'm angry. I'm so finished with this ridiculous war." They had been fighting for years, and she was tired. She wanted to get married. She wanted to go home back to New York with Bucky. She wanted to start their lives, but no. She was stuck in this damn thing.

Daniel snorted from where he was standing against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest, "You're tellin' me." He agreed. Lucy supposed she shouldn't complain about how awful the war was when he was around. She and Bucky had their fair share of torture, but nothing like what her sweet Daniel has endured.

Another bomb fell, rattling her to her very bones. Hilda sat up, scared and breathing heavily. Lucy only pet her hair to try to comfort her.

"I wanted to get married too," Bucky said lowly, the disappointment evident in his voice. "But there will be another day." He promised her as he looked in her eyes and saw how disheartened she was by it all.

Finally, there was an exasperated huff, "Are you two stupid?!" Whitney demanded rather rudely, finally having enough as he got to his feet angrily.

"What did you just say?!" Bucky's eyes narrowed as he glared, ready to stand up and give him a piece of his mind. His knuckles were clenched tightly, but Lucy clutched onto him so he wouldn't lunge for the clearly frustrated man.

"I asked if you two were stupid!" Whitney repeated himself, scoffing and rolling his eyes, "I have watched you guys in disgust for months obsess over one another! It's enough to drive a man crazy! And finally, you two decide to get hitched and still you're all over one another like a bunch of love-drunk kids! I thought the nauseating affection would die off, but noooo! If you wanna get married so badly, what's stopping you?"

"We don't have a priest or a church." Lucy defended, frowning deeply so her eyebrows were furrowed together.

"So?" He asked with a shrug, "Y'all were ready to get married in the middle of the night after deciding it on a whim. All the people you wanted to attend are already here. So what if it's not in a church? You want to get married and ruin your lives, you should get married and ruin your lives! You can marry them, can't you, Captain?" Whitney looked at Steve and he only shrugged.

"He's got a point." Dugan pointed out, taking Whitney's side with a shrug.

"Just please get married! So that way you can resolve whatever sexual tension you have and I can go about living my life without wanting to vomit whenever you two are around." Whitney begged them.

Both Lucy and Bucky were looking at him in shock. Lucy's mouth kept opening and closing like a fish as she tried to think of something to say. But for the first time in her life, she was speechless. She had no retort or even some witty comment to make.

Bucky turned to her and sighed deeply, "What do you say?" He asked her, looking down to stare into her large, glimmering eyes, "Would you marry me here?"

"I—…" Lucy's mouth kept opening and closing. She had to say something or risk looking like a total moron. Instead of answering Bucky, she turned to Steve, "Could you do that? Could you marry us?"

He thought about it for a moment and turned to Peggy, "Could I?" He asked her.

She shrugged, "Captains on ships can. I don't see why you couldn't just officiate the ceremony and then tomorrow they could go to the closest courthouse and sign the papers to make it official. If anything they'd just be getting married twice." Peggy assured.

"I don't really know what to do or what to say." Steve bit his cheek as he thought about it, "I suppose I could improvise enough. If you two are okay with that, that is."

Bucky looked back at Lucy, "What do you say, darlin'? Do you want to? I know it's not what either of us wanted—,"

"Yes." Lucy nodded hastily, deciding to go with her gut. She would marry him that night if it was the last thing she'd do.

"Yes?" He asked her with wide eyes in surprise. Once again, he was shocked she would agree to such a thing. "You sure? Because we can wait. We can do this in the morning, or even once we get back home."

Lucy gently touched his cheek as she looked at him with every bit of love she had to offer, "James Barnes, I'd marry you in a foxhole amongst gunfire if it meant I would be yours."

"Alright." He smiled coyly, then helped her to her feet. Lucy straightened her dress and Hilda stood up as well.

At that point, whispers went around the tube. People had heard their conversation. They had begun whispering about a wedding and two young kids getting married. Suddenly, Lucy was a bit shy as she heard the gasps and the various coos and awes of people looking down at them.

Some old folks strained their necks to get a better look at the youngsters. Suddenly, the entire mood of the tunnel had become hushed and quiet but filled with wonder. People whispered excitedly about watching them get married, and rushed chatter filled the room as they spoke of how sweet it was.

Her friends were there smiling, standing as they watched on. Lucy wasn't about to walk down any aisle or anything, and she had no bouquet, but that didn't matter. They were standing on the platform in the dim glow of the few lights that remained on. Suddenly, they were smiling beyond belief as everyone who could witness such a magical moment began to grow happier.

"Last chance," Bucky warned her with a smirk as they stood in front of Steve. Bucky got his jacket back on and Steve attempted to straighten out his appearance, muttering something about how he couldn't get married looking like an idiot.

"Last chance for you too." She returned his troublesome glimmer in his eyes with one of her own, "You still have time to cut and run." Lucy passed her coat to Peggy so her dress would be revealed.

She heard some people gasp as she revealed the pale blue silk of her dress. It was no wedding gown, but it was still gorgeous. Peggy has done a job well done. Hilda was practically shaking like a small dog from how excited she was. The cool air hit Lucy's arms and she should have been cold, but her entire body felt warm all over as a heat settling into her bones.

"I'm not goin' anywhere." He promised her as his eyes dragged down her form, taking her in and swallowing thickly as he thought she would be his in a matter of minutes. He swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. He stared at her like she was his entire world, an enchantment settling over him as he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Steve then cleared his throat as he stood where people could see the three of them. "Are you both ready?" He asked quietly. They both looked at each other and smiled, saying that they were. Not a single eye could look away from the three standing up in front of everyone. As Steve was about to begin, someone interrupted.

"Wait," Whitney objected before they were able to begin. He stood there with a sad look on his eyes as he had his hands in his pockets, "I have something to say first." Lucy wanted to huff and ask if it could possibly wait, but Whitney continued despite her clear irritation.

"I know I haven't been the best to the both of you. It's mostly attributed to the fact that I hate you. And that hasn't changed, but you have both been through a lot. You two deserve to get married after going through all that shit. And not just because you're perfect for one another since you're the two most irritating people I've ever met. You deserve to have a proper wedding. And you're not going to. But at least have something that mirrors the real thing." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two shiny objects.

He passed them to Bucky and placed them in his hand. As soon as he saw what they were his gaze shot up, "Whitney, we can't take these."

Bucky recalled how after he thought Lucy had died Whitney had told him of how his fiancé had passed a few weeks before their wedding. He clearly had kept their wedding bands on his person at all times and was now willing to give them up. Two simple gold rings now rested in Bucky's palms.

"I want you to." He assured him with a small smile, "And they're not doing much for me in my pocket but just sitting there. I've kept them on me for five years, and all it's been is a painful memory. Besides," His lips curled into a smile, "She'd want you to have them."

"Whitney," Bucky looked at him and gave him a small nod, "Thank you."

"Well, I mean, you still gotta pay for them. They're not for free. But we can settle that tomorrow." He promised with another sideways grin.

"Thank you, Gilbert," Lucy said softly back, passing the larger ring to Peggy since she had no pockets. Whitney's lips slightly twisted in another smile when he realized it was the first time Lucy had ever addressed him by his first name.

"Can I proceed now?" Steve asked for permission softly, unable to hide his own grin as he saw his friends happily looking in one another's eyes. They stood in front of one another before Steve, happiness on their faces and how they were both glowing from it. Excitement welled in Lucy's belly, the butterflies returning all at once.

"Please," Lucy told him, not taking her gaze off of Bucky for even one moment.

"Right, okay… Umm," Steve cleared his throat again, "I suppose you don't have anyone to give you away," He said regretfully to Lucy, his voice saddened as she looked down in remorse of the fact she wouldn't have anyone to give her their blessing.

Lucy started, "No—,"

"Yes, she does." A voice sounded and both Lucy and Bucky turned to see Daniel standing there. His hands were in his pockets, but as he approached and looked down at her, he removed them.

She was about to protest, knowing it would be painful for him. "Daniel, you don't have to—,"

"I want to." He said softly, almost in a whisper. "Please let me do this, Luce. Please."

Lucy has tears well in her eyes from his incredibly kind gesture. She couldn't believe he was willing to give her away to be married. But she should have known he would step up. Daniel has always been selfless and kind in the moments it was truly needed. "Okay," She whispered and nodded.

"And who gives this woman to be married?" Steve asked, a little unsure of what was needed to be said.

"I do. Daniel Réhal," He swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked at Lucy. Tears welled in his eyes, but he couldn't stop smiling at her. "Her friend." He was truly happy for her. She had found everything he wasn't able to give her, and as hurt as he was, he was even happier that he knew she was going to be alright.

He kissed Lucy's cheek and she gently touched his face. "Thank you," She whispered to him, trying not to cry from his thoughtful gesture.

Bucky shook Daniel's hand as he thanked him as well. It made pride well in Lucy's belly as she witnessed the scene. "Treat her right," Daniel jokingly threatened, and Bucky chuckled ever so as he promised he would.

When they turned back to Steve, he was smiling even wider. He encouraged them to take each other's hands and they did. Steve watched how Bucky and Lucy stood before one another, his thumb ran softly down Lucy's knuckles, and they stared at one another in the eyes they smiled. Never before did two people ever look so happy to be getting married in a make-shift bomb shelter.

Steve began speaking louder as he noticed how people were straining to both see and hear the young couple getting married. "We are here today, to witness the love of two people. Two wonderful people, who despite everything, found their way to one another. From the dingy streets of Brooklyn to a battlefield in Southern Italy. It's love like yours which makes wars like this worth it. To see something so good, pure, and true… It's worth fighting for." Steve had to pause as he tried not to choke up at how happy Lucy and Bucky looked as they stared at one another like they were the only two in the room.

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say what you two have makes us all believe in love. And so, we're here now to take part in this special moment with you, in this dirty London Underground as you pledge your lives to one another. And uhhh, I don't really know what else to say. But, I think at this point most pastors or whoever would say a verse or a prayer. I don't know any, unfortunately. But what I do know is that love is the most powerful thing in the world. And what you two have, some of us wait our whole lives to find. And so, I guess I'll proceed…" He said a little uncomfortably, blushing from his lack of experience with these types of things. "Am I doing okay?" He whispered to Bucky, causing him to laugh.

"You're doing great, pal," Bucky promised him.

"Oh good. Okay, umm. James Buchanan Barnes, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, hold, protect, and cherish until the end of your days?"

"I do," He said sincerely, not taking his eyes off of her.

"And do you, Lucy—Uh, do you have a middle name?" Steve interrupted himself to ask her in a whisper as he frowned.

"No, she doesn't," Bucky smirked, answering for her and Lucy grinned. He wanted to keep her embarrassingly bad middle name to himself, knowing it was something she had entrusted to him, and him alone, to know it.

"Alright, then. Do you Lucy Heinrich take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To hold, protect, and cherish until the end of your days?" Steve asked again.

Lucy could hardly contain her large smile, she barely choked out, "I do," before her voice broke.

"Okay, do you guys wanna say something first before you put on the rings?" Steve realized he didn't give them a chance to recite any of their own vows or anything, "I know you likely didn't have any time to prepare anything. But if you have something to get off your chest, now is the time to do so."

"Yeah," Bucky took a deep breath in, "I guess I gotta couple things to say." He looked at her and his mouth once again twisted up, he chuckled ever so slightly as he saw her staring at him with her large doe eyes. "Luce," He paused before licking his lips, "I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you throw back a tequila shot in that bar all those years ago," That earned a couple snickers from their friends, "And then when we met again, I didn't deserve the time of day you gave me," He said a little forlorn, "I didn't treat you right like I should have. And I promise I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

Lucy began to feel her vision blur as tears gathered in her eyes. Her thumb once against brushed over his knuckle again,

"I love you so damn much, pigeon," Bucky choked out, his voice wavering ever so slightly "You're the only person my eyes always drift to in a crowded room. You're everything I've ever wanted, and you make me want to be a better man. I vow to you I'll be the best husband possible, and I'll never let you down again. I promise to love you for the rest of my life and be there for you whenever you need it. I promise to fight for you, and to be faithful, and to always be there when you need me. I promise I'm still gonna flirt with you even when we're old and wrinkly. And I'm never not gonna be trying to get you out of your skirt," Lucy laughed ever so slightly at that comment, a blush settling on her cheeks.

"And I swear I will always be there to support you no matter what you do." He blinked a couple times and tried to take even breaths to control his emotions, "Nothing in this entire world will ever keep me from you. Not even God himself is going to stop me from lovin' you for the rest of my life. You're mine, now and forever." His voice finally broke and he had to inhale deeply to keep his tone as even as possible. Steve was trying his very best to keep it together too, knowing if he wasn't performing the wedding and having to remain composed he would likely have been the first to be in tears.

Lucy wiped her tears with the back of her hand until Peggy finally passed her a handkerchief. She whispered a small thank you and then cleared her throat. "Buck," Lucy tried to choke out, and then sniffled lightly as she gave a small smile, "James," She corrected herself, "I wish I had time to prepare what I wanted to say. Knowing me, I'll probably muck this up after you said so many wonderful things." Lucy sniffled and gently used the handkerchief to dab her wet cheeks, "Not many things make me cry, so kudos to you for moving me to tears," She stifled a small laugh, trying to look at him as he stared down fondly, "When I was growing up I never saw my parents in love. I think maybe they were once, but I can't be sure. When I was younger, I always told myself I would never get married for convenience as they did. I wanted it to be real. And with you, it's so, so real. It's like breathing for the first time, and everything makes sense. The love I feel for you is unlike anything I have ever experienced, and I just want to make you as happy as you make me." Her voice eventually softened.

She took a shaky breath in as she tried to keep as even-toned as possible, "I promise I will always support you, trust you, and believe in you, as you have with me even when it was probably stupid to do so." Bucky laughed slightly as he looked down in an attempt to keep his emotions composed, "I've never had someone believe in me as much as you do. I promise I'll try to be as good of a wife as I can, I'll try to control my temper, and not get mad at you as I have before in the past. I vow to make our home a place of love and safety, where you can always be yourself and tell your dirty jokes. I'll try my hardest to make you laugh, just as you make me do every single day. And I promise I'll always be there to kiss you and ask you how your day is, even when you don't feel like talking about it." She paused and tried her hardest to keep her composure, although it was extremely difficult.

"I just want to love you the way you've loved me. And I know being with me can be difficult, but for you, I'll try so hard." She swore, another tear leaking down her cheek. Bucky gently reached out with his hand and brushed it away from her, his thumb grazing her skin softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you," She whispered again, "You're the love of my life. And I promise I'll never stop loving you any less than I do at this moment."

Steve had finally choked up. He cleared his throat and pursed his lips together as he inhaled evenly, trying so very hard to keep from crying in front of his friends. "That's so nice." Was the only words he got out as he blinked rapidly. "Do you—do you have the rings?" He was trying so hard to not show emotion but was failing miserably.

Bucky took the ring Whitney gave him out of his pocket and held it in his palm, Peggy passed over the one Lucy was to put on his finger with a smile. Lucy could tell she was trying her hardest as well to keep an even head and not give away any signs of emotion. Her eyes were wet and bloodshot, but at least she was doing better than Steve.

"Repeat after me," Steve requested with a small crack in his tone. He gestured to Bucky to go first, and he gently took Lucy's left hand. As he tried to remove the small piece of string he had wrapped around her fingers all those weeks ago Lucy quickly protested, not wanting to part with it. It meant far more to her than Whitney's ring, anyway. Bucky gently smiled at her protests, realizing that she truly didn't need anything other than him to be happy.

Both Bucky and Lucy repeated on their own time what Steve told them to say. The promised that the rings would serve a daily reminder of their love and to be faithful to one another. Bucky's ring was a little tight, and Lucy had a hard time trying to fit it on. There were some giggles and finally once it was on he knew it would be a real struggle to finally take it off.

Lucy had the opposite problem, and the ring was slightly too loose. It would fall off her finger quite easily if they didn't get them adjusted in the morning. It was just another thing they would have to do, but it didn't quite matter. As they smiled up at each other, Lucy noticed her heart flutter. Her blood began pumping throughout her entire body and her stomach dropped as she looked in his steel-blue eyes.

"I-I now,—Shit," Steve broke a little bit as he finally let his tears begin to flow and Lucy passed him the handkerchief that Peggy had given her. It had an embroidered M.C. in the corner of it, and Lucy wondered if Peggy would ever see it back in her possession again. After Steve had finally gathered himself, he straightened up and stood taller, "By the power invested in me by, uhh—Well..." He frowned as he realized he had no power to actually marry them. But then he gained a sense of confidence and held his shoulders back and said, "Well, I'm Captain America." He then finally uttered the words: "I now pronounce you man and wife."

A wave of happiness passed through both of them, filling them up entirely. Before Steve could say the words "You may now kiss the bride," Bucky's hands were already on her waist as he pulled her in closer to slam his lips on hers.

An eruption of cheering came from all who watched the two of them. But as Lucy's lips moulded with his, everything began to fade away. It was only the two of them, and as their lips met she became totally oblivious to the rest of existence.

There was no one else. Everything drifted away. There was no clapping and whistling and cheering. There was just an empty Underground platform where the two of them stood. To them, it was so quiet a pin could be heard as it dropped in the echoing tunnel. One of Bucky's hands were firmly on her waist, the other gripping the back of her neck. Lucy's were both wrapped around him as they drew closer to one another. Their lips met in a fire of passion, drowning in one another as a heat overcame them. Nothing in the world had ever felt so right. This is where they were meant to be, and everything they had gone through had led up to that exact moment.

Lucy had once described to Hilda that kissing Bucky was like two worlds coming together in formation. This was different. This was not merely a world coming to existence, it was an entire goddamn universe forming out a violent explosion, consuming everything in its wake. It was a burning sun that heated Lucy to her very essence. It was a crash of lips on one another like waves finally reaching a shore. It was everything and more than what she ever imagined. And it was so incredibly wonderful.

Once they finally separated, everything came back to Lucy. The applause, the hoots and hollers and whistling, and the congratulations all flooded back and the two of them were a fit of smiles.

Hilda ran up to both of them and offered them a huge hug, burying her face in their clothes as she was a mess with tears trailing down her face. Suddenly their friends were all there, shaking their hands, and giving hugs and kisses. Other people from the platform were also there offering their best wishes as Lucy and Bucky were then thanking people profusely.

"Great job, Steve!" Lucy laughed as she turned to see him wiping sweat off his brow.

He let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God! I've never been this nervous before."

"You've taken on a Hydra base all by yourself." She giggled at his reddening face and how thankful he looked it was all over.

"I know, and this was way worse!" He explained.

"Thanks, Stevie," Bucky said in a genuine tone as the two of them hugged tightly.

"Your Ma is gonna kill you once she finds out you got married without her being present. You know that, right?" Steve warned as he shook his head with a small scoff.

Bucky only chuckled and his eyes found his wife's in the sea full of people who were surrounding them, "One step at a time." He vowed, a smile appearing on his lips and Lucy's heart fluttered once more.


Omg, I'm so sorry for the sappy cheesiness. I tried to make it as non-traditional as possible but Idk how it turned out. I've only written one wedding chapter before, and it was for Game of Thrones, so the process/vows were all pretty by the book. I'm so sorry if I totally ruined what you all had been hoping for.

Well, the next chapter is a whole lotta fluff and more smut I suppose. We're approaching the end of this story, but there are at least a couple more good ones that I have yet to get in.

Thanks for reading,

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