Thank you all for your reviews and comments! I'm glad you felt that their wedding suited them perfectly.

Thank you for your continued support. What I'll miss most about this story (beyond the characters, of course) will be seeing your reactions and how many of you have loyally stuck with this thing since the beginning.

Warning: Erm, straight up smut below. I wanted to make it all sweet and cute and stuff but I was like ummm, yeah, as if they wouldn't completely devour one another on their wedding night.


Chapter XLIII

It had taken another hour or so for the air raid to finally be lifted. However, time seemed to stop for Lucy and Bucky. Or, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, as their friends continued to call them unrelentingly. Lucy reminded them that she was still Dr. Heinrich, but for the evening, she didn't mind being Mrs. Barnes.

Bucky recalled how losing her identity was one of Lucy's biggest fears. Lucy didn't feel that way with him, though. Being Mrs. Barnes seemed less terrifying than being Mrs. Réhal for some reason, and it just proved that she made the right decision by marrying him. With Bucky, she could be herself and he would love her anyway.

When the raid finally ended it was close to 4am. Everyone was sleepy and exhausted. Both Steve and Bucky found no problem at all sleeping in such a predicament. After all, they had slept in foxholes in worse conditions. Lucy, however, had a hard time trying to get a few moments of shut-eye after everything that just happened. She was too busy reveling in her husband's warmth and staring down at the shiny gold ring on her finger. Hilda slept soundly at her side, snoring lightly and causing a smile to appear over Lucy's face.

When it was finally safe to leave, they were all drowsy and yawning. Hilda was happy to finally sleep in her bed, and they all had an unspoken agreement that everyone would sleep in the next day. Lucy couldn't imagine there was anything better than waking up past noon with her man wrapped around her. The thought alone nearly made her giddy with happiness.

As Lucy and Bucky arrived back at the hotel, hand in hand still, he sighed before asking her if she was tired. He yawned ever so slightly, trying to stifle it to appear not as sleepy as he was.

"Not as much as I should be," She shook her head, "Too much excitement going on tonight." She answered as they got into the elevator and there was an awkwardness between the two of them. It was the first time Lucy had felt nervous around him, and her stomach was fluttering with uncertainty both also elation.

"That's for sure," He chuckled as he looked over to her after he hit the 4th-floor button. He took in her pink cheeks from the cold and her tired expression. She looked so beautiful in her dress and he couldn't believe that after all that time they were finally married. She looked like an absolute dream as she stood there in her oxford heels, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her coat.

"Are you happy?" He asked her, his voice getting lower as he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. All that mattered to him was that she was happy. Because for him, he had never experienced such a joy as he had that night. It was an unrelenting surrealness, and as he stared at the woman before him his heart began to beat just a little harder.

Lucy then looked at him and licked her lips. His eyes were immediately drawn to it, and he wanted to taste her again. Her heart sped up ever so slightly as she noticed his eyes drift to her mouth. It was very much a mutual longing between the two of them, the tension between the four walls of the lift becoming more and more palpable with each passing moment.

"Very much so." She promised him with a grin. As the lift began to move, he only smirked and pulled her by the hip to his side. He looked down at her, and Lucy felt herself shutter a little, her lip trembling from how desperately she wanted him to kiss her.

"C'mere." He requested before laying his lips on hers. She gripped his wrists as he held her face tightly. Their tongues gently met, and it took all Lucy had not to just mewl and whimper from the sensuous feeling of him invading her mouth and claiming it as his own.

When the doors opened, they were hesitant to separate from one another. Instead, they stared at one another in the eyes for a second until they were both grinning like love-struck idiots.

Bucky gestured out of the elevator, "After you," He smirked and Lucy's knees felt a little weak after such an incredible kiss. She walked to their room with shaky breaths and tried to avoid looking like a newborn foal.

He had given her the key to look after, and it felt heavy in her hand as she appeared on the door and placed it in the lock. As she did, she felt his looming body behind her, his hands delicately placed on her waist.

His chin was on her shoulder, and Lucy could smell the bourbon on his breath from the drinks they had earlier but also soap his skin from a shower. Traces of his aftershave lingered on him, and it made Lucy want nothing more than to trail her tongue up the side of his face and taste him as though she had become completely deranged.

She had never understood what it meant to be absolutely mad for a man until the moment when his talented fingers rested on her hips. The front of his trousers rested against her backside and Lucy just about lost all her control and decorum at that moment.

"Little shaky there, doll?" He questioned as he observed how her hands were unsteady. She didn't tell him they were also impossibly sweaty from the honey whiskey tone of his voice, oozing with a sensuality which made Lucy want to roll her eyes back and want to jump him right then and there.

Peppering kisses on her skin, he noted, "Can finally do this to you without risking going to hell." He chuckled as he continued placing soft kisses up and down her neck. She shivered ever so slightly as his warm lips traveled near her ear.

"Oh, please." She scoffed. Her lips twisted in a troublesome grin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, the darkness of the deep hazel of them looked as though it was speckled with tiny stars, "You have a one-way ticket there." Lucy teased him as the door swung open.

"Probably," He sighed, "Can't remember the last time I confessed. Although, I suppose lusting after your own wife isn't a sin." Before Lucy could protest, she felt Bucky's arms go around her and pick up bridal style. She giggled ever so slightly as he carried her across the threshold. She felt warm in his arms, and she loathed when he finally placed her back on her feet. "Tradition," He insisted.

"Is there anything at all traditional about us?" She questioned as she stepped on the back of her shoes to try and take them off. She struggled ever so slightly until Bucky got to his knees and undid her laces for her. A jolt was sent straight to her belly as she saw him there and her breath hitched a little.

"I suppose there's not," He helped her finally get them off and placed a kiss on the inside of her knee, "We can't even get married right," He teased as he stood up straight again.

"It was right for us," Lucy said gently as she took his hat from him and hung it on the coat rack by the door. He slicked his hair back with his hands, trying to tidy it up for her. Lucy then undid the buttons of her coat, watching as his eyes drifted down to where her hands were. Once she got it open, he took it off her shoulders for her.

He placed it alongside his hat and then looked down at her with a sigh. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As he gazed down at her, he had never seen anything quite so beautiful. She was standing there near the door of the room with him, looking up with those innocent eyes that he knew had some mischief in them. Her pale skin was complemented by the light blue silk of her dress. He wanted to run his hands over her arms and feel as his touch trailed goosebumps up her precious porcelain exterior. Her chest was heaving slightly, no doubt from nerves and excitement, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in the soft mounds of her breasts that gently rose and fell with each breath she took.

She was jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, breathtakingly beautiful. It broke his heart that she would never see herself in the same light as he saw her. Her beauty paled every national monument, any cathedral of stained glass in its righteous power, any long-lasting temple of old gods or new ones. There was something about her that made him question the existence of a higher power itself. Was she crafted by one? Or was she in her own right, a goddess herself? One who could break him, demolish him, torture him, but instead only chose to love, build, and devote herself to him.

"I'd follow if you were there." She finally whispered, shaking her head as she looked up at him as though he had crafted the universe for her.

He frowned for a moment at what she was saying, and Lucy cleared her throat. "What we were talking about before, how you were going to hell… I'd be there if you were." She said softly, making his eyes slightly water from how obvious it was that she loved him as much as he did her, "Can't spend eternity without you, after all."

"But then that would defeat the point," He couldn't contain his grin even if he tried. He was too happy. Too joyful, too ecstatic. Too in love for his own good. She drove him crazy, and as she moved her hands up his chest until it clutched his tie tightly, causing him to shiver, "Because then that would make it heaven."

The corner of her berry coloured lips twisted ever so slightly. She dragged him by the tie further into the room so they were past the entrance. Bucky was sure if his legs hadn't moved on their own he would have collapsed, but still managed to crawl for her if she kept pulling at that tie the way she did.

"I think heaven's in here," She whispered firmly, a smirk on her face that looked like sin as she dragged him into the bedroom with her. He followed her like a faithful servant.

Whatever nervousness she had been feeling before had drifted away. She wasn't some blushing-bride, scared for their husband to take her maidenhood. She was his little devil, his spitfire, his whirlwind girl, where destruction and havoc followed.

"Yes, Ma'am it is." He agreed with a smirk plastered on his lips as he gazed down at her with wanton desire. He wished for nothing more than to kiss her silly until she couldn't breathe. He wanted his sweet wife to forget her own name, the only one she could cling to being his own.

As Bucky licked his lips, his eyes once again settled on her figure. The way the silk clung to her made him wish it was his hands that firmly pressed onto her skin. The white little buttons down its front made him have the urge to bury his fists in the fabric and pull it apart, wanting nothing more than to see those little pearly additions to be scattered on the floor. His eyes raked over her as he placed his hands in his pockets, admiring her as though she were art hanging on the wall.

"Quit starin' at me like that!" She blushed, a deep pink settling on her cheeks. He loved how she could be confident one moment and he could send her into a fit of nerves in another.

"Like what?" He chuckled, his eyes trailing down her long legs and wishing they were cradling his head.

"Like you wanna eat me up," Oh, that sinful smirk was gonna get her into trouble. As she sat down on the bed, she lounged ever so slightly, her slender legs crossing at the ankle, drawing him in.

"Baby, I do wanna eat you up." He whispered as he moved forward, his eyes on her lips, "All damn night if you give the chance." His thumb gently tugged the bottom of her lower lip, caressing it.

As he leaned down, his hands cupped her face, "That alright with you, pige?" He flirted as he was about to capture her pouty little grin.

"More than alright." Her voice that had been filled with playful confidence was lowering into more of a shyness. She swallowed thickly at his threat, feeling heat pool between her legs. His mouth brushed her in the lightest of dustings but didn't make contact. He could practically taste her, but he wanted to torture her a bit first. He wanted to watch her squirm and beg for him to give it to her, to finally fulfill her darkest and most sinful desires.

"I dunno," Bucky pulled back and then stretched as he undid his uniform jacket. He faked a yawn, although it could have been real from how tired he was. "I'm getting a little sleepy." Tired or not, he was making love to his wife that night if it was the last thing he did.

Lucy huffed in frustration at his cruelty as he refused to kiss her, "You're a tease, James Barnes. A dirty, filthy, tease. You're horrible to your wife."

"My wife," He sat beside her on the bed, nipped at her, his teeth grazing the flesh of her shoulders. The fact she was his wife was going to take some time to get used to. He loved the way it sounded, though. "C'mon baby, you have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you." He assured her the teasing wouldn't last long, revealing just how difficult it was to keep to himself the entire time they were in the damn London Underground.

"Oh, I have some idea there." She had a devilish smirk on her face, she pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, "You were acting like you wanted to have your way with me right then and there in the nearest broom closet."

"Think anyone could tell?" He cocked an eyebrow.

Lucy shrugged, "Steve might have."

Bucky only shook his head, a smirk on his lips, "Poor kid."

Lucy's soft lips pulled upward and then she gently patted his knee, "Give me a moment to freshen up, will you?"

Bucky nodded, "Of course," As she got up off the bed, he grabbed her hand. "Luce, hey…" He paused and tried to find the right words, "We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to. You know it's not like that with us. I don't want you to feel pressured. We can just kiss a little if you want."

She frowned and moved so she was standing before him with a cocked eyebrow shooting up in defiant questioning, "You finally have the chance to take me to bed as a married woman and you're saying you just wanna kiss a little?"

"I just…" He took in a nervous breath, "I never want you to feel pressured. Just 'cause we're married doesn't mean you're obligated to sleep with me. You can say no and I won't be upset. And that goes for all the time too. I told you I wanna do right by you, and that means I want to always respect you and your choices."

"Oh, Buck," Lucy sighed with a softened expression as she moved forward. She placed a kiss on his head, "You sweet, wonderful, man," She took his face in her hands so he was looking up into her eyes. She brushed some hair out of his face to slick it back the way he liked it, her gentleness making him want to press kisses to her palms, "You are going to make love to me until the sun comes up, you hear?"

"Is that an order, Lieutenant?"

"Damn straight it is." She said with a wicked expression before walking into the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door she put the back of her head against it and took a deep breath. Her smile couldn't be contained as she dreamily thought of the man waiting in the other room for her.

Lucy looked around the small bathroom, noting it was nothing special. It had a shower that could likely only fit one person (although she would be determined to fit two in it the next morning) and only a sink and toilet. On the towel rack, she saw that Peggy had hooked the bag with her bridal lingerie on it before they had planned on heading to the church.

Lucy got to work on removing all the pins in her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She thought for a moment to leave it up but remembered how much Bucky liked it down so he could run his hands through it.

Her heart was beating faster in her chest as she undid the buttons of her dress. Once she was free of it, she looked at herself in her plain undergarments in the mirror. She was so glad that Peggy had managed to secure such a lovely piece of fabric for her; Lucy's nose crinkled at what her other option would have been.

No doubt Bucky would love her in anything, but he had already seen her in cotton panties and her regular, every-day, brassiere with the pointed cups. It was nothing special, but her other one was. As Lucy became completely nude a shiver ran down her spine. She stared at herself a little more in the mirror and realized her body hadn't quite gone back to normal since she was tortured and starved.

She was feeling insecure, but luckily they would be leaving the lights off while they got busy. The only time they had been intimate since they had been captured was in the stolen Hydra tank, and it had been dark enough that they could barely see anything.

A nervous pit grew in her stomach as she realized how much she hated her appearance. Her right arm had the deep remnants of a scar from where she had been grazed by a bullet so long ago in Egypt. Her lower stomach had the ugly reminder of a gash from where the shrapnel has embedded itself in her a few months prior. Other various scars littered her body, pink with freshness, and some angry red from Hydra's doing.

She chewed on her lip a little bit as she shimmied into the lace and silk. As she looked at herself she realized it wasn't all that bad. As she moved her hair forward over her shoulder and gently ran her hands through it to loosen the tight curls into waves, she realized it might have been the best she looked in a long time. At least her silk slip was pretty and her hair and makeup still looked nice.

After placing her clothes that she had removed back in the bag she sighed before looking in the mirror again and realizing it was the best she was going to look.

Opening the door, she was greeted with the sight of Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was dark except for the small amount of light that had drifted in from the window which had its curtains left open.

He had removed his boots and socks, as well as his shirt and tie. They were placed on a chair in the corner and he was sitting in nothing but his trousers and a white undershirt. He had been staring down at his wedding ring when Lucy exited and immediately his eyes shot up as she captured his attention.

His mouth fell open as he sat up and stared at her in wonder. Lucy chewed her lip ever so slightly as she nervously played with her hands. She felt as though he was trying to stare through her, his gaze taking everything in as he looked her up and down as his chest rose and fell a little faster.

Feeling unnerved and exposed, Lucy fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest to hide the fact once she had stepped out of the bathroom into the coolness of the room, her nipples had begun to harden and peak through the silk of her dress.

"Well?" She asked Bucky, hoping he would say something as her heart began beating so hard she thought it might lodge itself in her throat. Her cheeks had turned a shade of pink as his hungry gaze caught on her and suddenly he was shaking his head and looking down in disbelief.

"Baby, I don't—I don't have any words." His eyes came back to meet hers as he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

A small smile appeared on her face and suddenly he was wanting to run his hands all over her. He wanted to ruin her, wreck her, causing her to come completely unhinged from his touch. He couldn't take another moment of not being to touch her all over and hearing those sweet moans coming from her pretty little lips.

"Come here," He patted his knee with his hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

Lucy shivered again, the thought of having to sit on Bucky's thigh with nothing but his trousers separating them from where she needed him most made her nearly feel dizzy.

As she moved to sit in his knee sideways, his hands shot to her hips and moved her to she was straddling him. His hands traveled up and down her sides, causing Lucy to nearly go mad with desire. She sucked in a breath of air as she felt his strong hands wander, holding her firmly against him.

He swallowed again, his eyes trying to take in every small detail about her, "My God, honey." Bucky whispered as he peppered kisses to her neck, "You're so damn pretty it nearly stops my heart."

"You sweet talker, you," Lucy purred as he was drawn in closer to her, tasting her bottom lip. Nibbling on it gently, Lucy smirked through the tiny kiss, "You trying to charm me to get me out of my clothes, hmm?"

"It depends on whether or not it's working," Bucky winked.

"You dirty flirt," Lucy bit at his lip, pulling him in closer. Her hands tangled in his hair in a fit of passion, her fingers twirling around his dark locks. Their lips finally met in a real, proper, kiss.

Breaking away, he asked, "Is it so wrong to flirt with my wife?" Bucky smiled, as he spoke lowly, sending another jolt of need straight into her. She nearly melted at the sound of his smooth voice whispering sweet words in her ear, "You're a work of art."

Lucy smiled widely as he peered down at her. His eyes were drinking it all in, "Really?" She questioned, "You're not lying?"

"I'd never lie to you," He kissed down her throat, nipping every little bit. Lucy was nearly driven mad with need. She arched her back, trying to bring her body closer to his as she rocked her hips, causing his fingers to dig into her tender flesh as she moved on his thigh, "You're driving me insane."

"You know I think that sweet-talking is doing just the thing." Lucy gasped as he continued to trail close to her throat.

"Just a minute, sweetheart. I wanna take you all in." Bucky pulled away to stare down at her, blinking slowly. She was in all white, silkily draped of her bridal lingerie, her breasts nearly spilling out of it and making him want to groan. Her soft thighs encased his leg, and he wished more than anything to feel the wetness between them grind against him/

"Peggy helped me pick it out," She stated, causing Bucky to scoff in disbelief. He couldn't have heard right when she said Agent Carter picked out the alluring little silk slip his wife was wearing.

"Remind me later to thank her for it." He licked his lips, "Lucy...," Bucky could hardly contain himself. He swallowed thickly as he realized blood was rushing to his lower body from feeling his wife against him in such provocative apparel, "You're just the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

"Oh," Lucy whispered a little shakily, losing her confidence and cockiness that she had before. She softened to him, showing herself raw and exposed and absolutely in awe of how much he loved her. She was choked up, never thinking they would ever be in this moment after all that had happened, "You sweet talker, you." Lucy choked up, her voice losing the flirtatious confidence it had when she previously said that sentence.

"I'm serious, baby. I love you so much."

"You're just tryna get me out of my panties." She shot back in a clever retort. He chuckled, wondering if he was really that transparent.

Bucky suddenly was flustered as he ran his hands over her backside, not feeling any lines of extra fabric underneath the silk, "Are you—are you even wearing any?"

"You wanna find out?" She bit her lip as she looked up at him like the devil. He had never experienced a woman who drove him crazy as she did. A woman who knew exactly what buttons to push. She made his blood run hot and pump harder, his member growing stiffer and stiffer with each passing moment she flirted and straddled him.

"Oh, trust me pige. I intend to find out, alright." His low chuckle assured her she was in for some trouble, "But I wanna take my time with you. Make you beg for me." He whispered in her ear before gently pulling the lobe of it into his mouth and making her gasp as her arms wrapped around him.

In seconds their mouths were on one another, the addiction finally being satisfied. It wasn't a sweet kiss by any means. It was hungry, passionate, overwhelmed with a fiery need. His hands dug into her soft skin, pulling her as close to him as possible. As they tasted one another, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, Lucy began to feel herself want him more and more with each passing moment.

The yearning for him was something she had not previously experienced, and she needed him to surround her and invade her by every means humanly possible. His hand tangled in her hair, roughly grabbing at it and pulled her head back so he could once again place his lips all over the skin of her neck.

Her hands trailed down his muscular chest, and on instinct she began rocking herself against him, causing him to release a low growl. He could feel her begin to soak through his trousers, where he now knew her bare womanhood was pressed against him. Lucy gasped as he rocked her further so she ground against him even more. He'd have to wash his pants in the morning, but seeing her become undone like that was well worth it.

Capturing her lips on his own again, their mouths met in a violent storm. Their teeth clashed and suddenly Lucy had a fist in his short hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist and urged her to rut against him even more, wanting to feel her coat him in her slickness. Bucky groaned into the kiss as her tongue slipped in again, meeting his with motive and a determination to win an unspoken match. When they broke away, she tugged at his lower lip ever so slightly. He could taste blood in his mouth, but he couldn't find himself caring even in the slightest.

Lucy's hands went to the hem of his undershirt, dragging it upward so she could toss it across the room. When his chest was finally exposed to her she ran her hands along his skin, feeling the dips of his muscles of his chest.

"That feel good, baby?" Bucky noticed her panting through, he could feel the moisture on his thigh growing more and more, "You like riding my thigh like that?" He grabbed her ass harshly, feeling her begin to get even more aroused. At that point, his cock was so hard it was beginning to be painful as it strained against his zipper. He was throbbing for her attention, his pre-cum leaking and soaking his pants through his boxers even more. It was definitely going to be laundry day tomorrow.

"Buck, please," She mewled, her head tossing back as he began sucking underneath her ear. He licked up her skin and heard her whine, her hips still moving as she dragged herself against him, trying to create any type of friction as she chased her release.

"Please, what?" He asked her, wanting to tease her even more. His hands roamed all over her body, feeling the underside of her breasts through her slip as she continued to grind herself against him, causing him to want to throw her on the bed and crawl on top of her.

"I need more of you," She begged before taking his lips in a bruising kiss. He could feel her begin to come undone, begin to get desperate and needy for him.

"I don't know. I don't think you've been good enough to deserve it," His hands palmed her behind, unable to get enough of it. His eyes shot to where a strap of her slip fell off her shoulder, exposing more skin and her collarbone, making his stomach lurch and his heart pound with even more excitement.

"I can be good," She whispered as he finally had enough and lifted her so she was placed on the bed, causing her to gasp.

"Baby, you haven't been a good girl a single day in your life." He crawled on top of her, hovering over her and kissing the swells of her breasts. Her hands struggled to unclasp his belt, the clanking metal of it being the only thing that could be heard in the room beside the breathlessness and soft moans.

His hands trailed up her thighs, bringing her dress up with her so she was exposed. His mouth still feasted in the little bit of her breasts that had peaked its way above the cursed fabric he was trying so desperately to get her out of.

Lucy's desperate hands tried to free him from his pants, managing to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, easing some of the tightness of them near his hardened groin. His hands shot out to grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. Lucy tried to move them to tangle in his hair, but his hands once more pinned them into place, a low growl emitting in his throat that warned her to keep them there.

"God, honey, you're soaked." His voice dropped an octave lower, and Lucy was sure that alone could be the cause of the mess between her thighs. "This all for me?" He smirked, his eyes meeting with hers before she shut them tightly and swallowed the lump building in her throat.

"Please, Bucky," She begged. She didn't know what she wanted him to do, but she knew she needed something, anything, from him.

"Shhh," He shushed her before gently kissing her on the mouth, letting her taste him again and leaving her wanting more, "I'm gonna take care of you," He promised her and then placed her hands back where he wanted them, "But you gotta keep those pretty hands there, okay?"

She nodded in understanding, her fingers twisting in the fabric of the pillow so she had something to anchor herself to so she wouldn't accidentally move them on instinct.

"Never get used to seeing you like this," He whispered as he gently stroked her thigh, "Seein' you all breathless and spread out underneath me with your legs open, just inviting me in."

Oh God, he was trying to kill her. That had to be it. She didn't even know how to respond, or if she should respond at all. She only whimpered as he placed a kiss on her stomach, right above her scar that he knew she had gotten from the Luftwaffe bombing.

Staring down at her, he continued to move her dress up, trailing up her body and past her head, over her obedient arms which held themselves down as he had asked. Finally, she was bare and he began gently kissing her breasts. He took one of her pink nipples in his mouth and lightly bit it, his tongue dipping out and making her slightly arch her back. As he continued his administrations, his hands lightly grasped the one he didn't have his mouth on.

Lucy squirmed and struggled to keep her hands in one place, clutching whatever she could find, the sheets, pillowcase, or the iron headboard until her knuckles turned white. Bucky finally sat up after she had whimpered and pleaded with him to touch her. Her begging had aroused him beyond belief, making him harder than he ever had been in his life.

Sitting upon his knees, he stared down at his wife and chuckled lowly before shaking his head in awe and wonder. "So damn beautiful," Was the only thing he could say as his eyes were glued to her form.

Her chest rose and fell harshly, signaling her heart pumping fast. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her thighs were firmly pressed together, trying to alleviate some of the frustration she was feeling between the apex of them.

Bucky began drawing his trousers and his boxers down, noticing how her hungry eyes ate him up. When they were down low enough to reveal the base of his shaft Lucy bashfully averted her eyes, not feeling as though she could look at him the same as he did to her.

"Eyes on me, pige." He ordered her, causing her to redirect her gaze back on him. Her breath hitched a little as he did himself of the remainder of his clothing and he saw her bite her lower lip. "Good girl." He praised her, watching as her legs closed tighter together as she squirmed, aching from where she desperately needed him. But he wanted to tease her a little bit more, to see her come undone for him.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked her in a low rumble of his voice, his hand stroking himself, coating himself in the leaking arousal he was producing as he tried to alleviate some of the pressure budding throughout him and causing a rather painful hard-on.

"Bucky," She whined more, only able to say his name. Lucy hated how he was torturing her so much. She had been ready ever since she had moved against his thigh, making an absolute mess of herself. As far as she knew, wolves didn't play with their food. So why was he choosing to toy with her instead of devouring her whole? She could hardly take the hungry look he was giving her, a twisting feeling of wanton arousal settling in her lower stomach.

With a smirk that could rival the devil's, he moved down her body and separated her thighs. "Christ," He breathed out at the sight and clutched himself tightly before placing a kiss above her pubic bone, "You're gonna be the end of me, Lucy Heinrich. I just know it."

"Barnes." She corrected through a small gasp as he placed her leg over his shoulder.

"What?" Bucky asked her, not having heard what she said, or perhaps not having it fully sink in.

"Lucy Barnes." She said again, but with more confidence than before as she stared down at him.

He only gave her a wink which nearly made her want to rip her hair out before gently pressing a kiss to where she had been needing him. Lucy found herself gasping and calling out for him immediately, his tongue swirling around her.

Bucky nipped, licked, teased, all to see her squirm. Her legs trembled as she cried out for him in the night. The sound of his name on her lips as he pleased her, burying his tongue inside her and tasting her sweetness was all too much. His nose brushed against her as he drifted his eyes upward, his hands grasping at anything he could find of her body. She was arching her back, her hips pressing harder into him, her mouth in a precious, soft, "O" shape as he lapped her up. His arm was placed above her hips to keep her pinned, although it was slightly pointless from how much she was grinding against him.

Every time he did that it still surprised her as much as the first. How did a man know how to please her like this? How was it that he knew her body even better than she did? As he feasted the pads of two his fingers gently caressed her clit. She finally moved her hands, choosing to hold them over her gasping mouth.

"None of that now." He demanded his voice caused her to grow even more soaked. How did his voice grow huskier after he spent some time pleasuring her? "Wanna hear you scream for me."

His fingers gently spread her clit as his tongue worked it's way over it, dancing light enough to cause a shiver to run down her. When she felt the first of his digits finally enter her, she couldn't help but moan.

He didn't mind that her hands were no longer at the top of the bed, especially when he caught her gently running them down her breasts which rose and fell quickly with each of her heavy breaths. He loved watching her, not even knowing how much he had fantasized about that exact moment. His fingers inside her, his tongue adding to it and tasting her essence, her body on the verge of climax from his efforts. The only thing that made his blood boil more was the other fantasy he had. One where he was able to watch as it was her own fingers inside her instead of his; making Bucky only be a watching bystander as he observed the beautiful sight of Lucy bringing herself to her peak and watching her come done.

He hummed at the sight he witnessed, his pelvis pushing harder into the bedsheets to be met with some type of friction. He ached for her, wanting to replace his mouth that was causing her to make those sweet noises with his leaking member which was currently becoming more and more unbearable. Adding another finger, he felt her emboldened hands finally grip his hair. Her thighs tightened around his ears as he felt her clenched tightly around him as he drew her closer and closer to her climax.

As much as he loved tipping her over the edge with his mouth, he loved it even more as she released on his cock. Watching her cum on it was his own private form of art. While she reveled in Rembrandt's, Renoir's, and Monet's, Bucky instead reveled in her. She was his own secret muse. The inspiration for every dirty thought, secret desire and fantasy, fueling the most erotic of dreams. He knew shit-all about art. It was meant to make you feel something, an urge or need. She had been the only thing in his entire life that evoked such thoughts. The way she made him feel was unlike no other thing he had ever experienced.

Her hands twisted in his hair again, pulling lightly at it. The noises she was making drove him to near insanity. He loved that he could cause her to emit such sweet sounds by only using his tongue and fingers. His tongue which had cursed, blamed and uttered such awful things to various victims. His fingers which had been broken from bloodied fistfights, and had pulled triggers and caused death and devastation. He felt none of that as he was with her. There were no reminders of the atrocities and hurtful acts he had done throughout his life. She made him forget every ounce of shame, pain, and suffering. It was a temporary band-aid of course, but it was something.

As his tongue dipped into her and drank from her, Lucy finally was beginning to break down. He felt her tighten around his fingers, climbing closer and closer to the edge of her peak. Curling his fingers and once again paying apt attention to the bundle of nerves above her entrance caused her to sit up on her elbows to gaze down at him. Her hair was messy, her lips red from how much she was biting them, and her eyes wide with desire as she peered down at his head between her legs, eating her out as though he had been starving for half his life. She was a little disheartened he had shaved for their wedding; having come to love the scratchiness she felt between her legs from his stubble or beard after he spent so much time down there, but she supposed she didn't mind that he was without it.

Digging his fingers into her more she nearly squealed as her toes curled. Her back arched even more and she moaned softly. He felt her release finally, twitching to her end as her shaky legs began to lose their grasp on him. He continued until he was positive she had finished until she was overly sensitive and out of breath.

"How was that?" He asked her as he finally pulled away, peppering kisses up the inside of her thighs.

Lucy looked down at him and quickly pulled him up to capture him in a smouldering, desperate, kiss. Their teeth clashed, their lips moving together until they were raw. He brushed her hair back and gently clasped her face in his hands, allowing her to pull him on top of her at the top of the bed.

"Do you really have to ask?" She laughed as they finally separated, making him smile. As he brushed more of her hair back softly, Lucy caught his hand and gently pressed her lips tenderly to his palm.

Once she realized how his hardness was pressing into her stomach, having been horribly neglected she reached out to touch him. "You poor thing," Lucy tsked as she kissed him in the briefest of moments. Her eyes set back on his cock that needed her touch, "Let me take care of you now," She pushed him down gently to lie on his back, her hand stroking him.

"And how do you plan to do that?" He asked her with a smirking grin, kissing down her neck.

"I have an idea," She cocked an eyebrow, her eyes flashing down to the well-endowed body part.

"What's it entail?" He wanted to play along, thinking he could play the game well, but perhaps she was learning to play it better.

"Bringing you to your knees." Damn her and that mischievous smirk. It made his stomach flutter ever so slightly from a mix of what could only be love, excitement, and slight terror. As he already had noted, she was going to be the death of him.

"And how do you propose t—OoOKay! That's how you would do it!" He practically yelled as she placed her mouth around the aching head of his manhood. Closing his eyes and wondering how she got so good at doing that, he took a deep breath and tried to control himself, "Jesus Christ, Luce." He groaned as he pulled her hair back.

Nothing looked as good as her taking him deep in her mouth, seeing himself slide in and out of her lips. He had to bite his cheek as her hand began working him up and down, his chest rising and falling as his blood began pumping harder. Sweat began to gather on his brow as he tried controlling himself, not wanting to spill down her throat and not be able to get down to the actual deed they were both looking forward to.

His hands tangled in her hair as he groaned from how incredible she felt. Her hands took care of where her mouth couldn't reach and her tongue expertly swirled around him. The fact she was making eye contact with him was driving him up the wall. As she held his gaze he felt his heart jump into his throat. He had to keep himself from pushing her head down more, knowing he didn't want to choke her.

She gaged a few times as he began moving his hips upward to meet her mouth. She apologized each time, but he didn't mind at all. The fact that she was willing to do such an act alone was enough for him. He had recalled the few other times where women had pleasured him orally, but none of them particularly volunteered to do it as she did. Many found it degrading, and Bucky never wanted to pressure them into such a thing, but they usually initiated it anyway. However, Lucy seemed to enjoy it, a smug look of pride on her face at every swear word he uttered or every groan that emitted from his lips. She seemed quite pleased with herself that she could warrant such a reaction from him.

Bucky tried to control his breathing the best he could, knowing that if he didn't calm down their passion would be over far too soon. He supposed that if she did draw an orgasm from him, while he was needing time to recover he could have her sit on his face until he was ready. He wouldn't mind seeing her come undone a second time that evening, knowing that watching her would rejuvenate his desire rather quickly.

Groaning again as she took him deeper, he felt how her hands dug into his thigh and he bit his bottom lip. With one hand he grabbed the iron bed frame above his head, clutching onto it so hard he was sure he made a dent in it.

As he neared his release he finally found his voice amongst all the pleasure he had been feeling. "Baby—Babydoll, you gotta stop," He stuttered as he swallowed thickly, hating the words that came out of his mouth. He wanted to see his release dripping down her chin, spilling from her lips as she couldn't swallow it in its entirety. But he had other plans for her; ones that required not being drained and empty. He knew how disappointing it would be for his new wife if he didn't last long enough to be joined as one on their wedding night.

Her mouth came off him with an audible pop as his still painfully hard cock fell against his stomach, "Was I doing it alright?" She asked with concern, a little unsure of herself. Uncertainty filled her eyes if he were to tell her anything but the truth of how she was so unbelievably wonderful at what she was doing he knew she would be crushed.

"More than alright," He promised her as he took her face in his hands and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. Pulling her on top of him, their lips broke apart as she straddled his hips. He felt himself twitch against her as she began grinding on him, dragging the softness of her most intimate parts along his shaft as she coated him in her essence. "Just wanna last long enough for the main event," He assured her with a smirking grin which quickly she returned.

Taking him in her hand, she positioned herself above him and began sinking down. With only his tip inside her he was already groaning, ready to feel her consume him. As she slid most of the way down he noticed her face twitch uncomfortably.

Sitting up so he could wrap his arms around her he gently began kissing her neck as she paused, trying to breathe deeply as she took him all in, "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked her quietly, worried that she might hurt herself, "You need me to open you up a bit more?" He asked, concerned. He had been worried that perhaps he hadn't readied her enough with his fingers. The look of discomfort on his sweet wife's face was an unwelcomed one as he was nearly inside her, feeling her clench around him as she was only halfway down.

Taking a deep inhale in she shook her head, "No, I-I'm fine," Lucy stuttered as she convinced herself. Bucky began to pepper kisses on her breasts, his hands on her waist but only gently holding her, not trying to push her down. She wiggled her hips a little bit on top of him, getting used to the feeling of taking his deep length deep inside her in the position they were in.

"Just take your time," He urged her softly, his hand sneaking between their two bodies to rub against the cluster of nerves she had there, hoping that it would help. He could feel her relax, finally allowing her to slip down more of his shaft and fill her tightness until he was sure she could take no more.

With a soft gasp and a moan, she finally reached the base of him and it took all his self control not to grunt and begin thrusting up into her as he felt his lack willpower began to set in. She placed her hands in his shoulders and began to rock up and down, causing them both to cry out in pleasure. As she moved against him, he could only clutch her tightly as his mouth traveled up her soft skin.

"I love you," He heard Lucy gasp breathlessly as her hands tangled in his hair as she began to ride him a little faster. He could feel her begin to relax and let go, allowing him to open her body up as they were now moving comfortably.

"Fuck," He groaned as he began to move himself hips up to meet her, "I love you too. I love you so much." Bucky promised her.

It took them only a few more minutes of their bodies being completely joined until they began kissing madly. He tasted her tongue, felt her teeth clashing against his, and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. His arms wrapped tightly around her as his mad thrusts began to make her whimper with wanton desire. He wanted to be consumed by her, to drown in her. Nothing felt as good as being tucked away inside his woman, feeling her begin to unravel as she approached an orgasm that he had brought her to. He wanted to tip her so badly over the edge, to feel her release around him.

As Lucy pushed him gently by his chest, he felt himself laying back down on his back, his head resting against the pillow, as he enjoyed the view that hovered over him. He was practically salivating from watching her, knowing there was no other sight he could ever behold which would affect him quite like this.

"So gorgeous," Bucky whispered, never getting tired of the sight of his wife above him as he was buried deep inside her. His eyes couldn't take themselves off Lucy, watching as she moved from rising up and down to softly grinding and causing him to nearly lose it. He loved that she was taking her pleasure from him, knowing if he could watch her do so he'd spend all damn day gazing at her nude form as he filled her up.

She tossed her head back in enjoyment as his hands gripped her tight enough to leave bruises on her pale skin. He knew the next morning she would have remnants of their night of lovemaking to serve as a reminder of their act. Between her legs would ache, having once been filled to the brim with him and empty hollowness replacing it. Love bites would be scattered all over her chest and neck. Soft purple bruises of where he had greedily sucked her skin would be peppered over her breasts. Her lips would be swollen, evidence of their mouths moulding against one another in passion. But the only evidence he was truly concerned with, proving she was his, was the small gold band on her second last finger of her left hand.

His fingers gently met where their bodies were joined, only to send her into a spiral of bliss moments later. Her body tightened around him and he nearly all but lost conduct, almost having finished right then and thereafter feeling her reaction, squeezing him like a vice until she finally calmed down.

As she finally relaxed, she stilled on top of him. His hands ran through her sweaty hair as she rested her head to his chest, her lips touching his flesh. She was out of breath and shaking, coming back to the land of the living after she had spent a few moments in pure euphoria.

He flipped her so he was on top moments after, having her spread out underneath him. Her hair was like a halo around her head as he had her moaning and calling his name again as he began to thrust.

Taking her legs in his strong hands, he placed them around his waist. He went deeper inside her than he had known was possible, making her a gasping mess. She was so wet he slid in and out of her body easily, having no friction like when they had first joined. Pumping in and out of her, he picked up his pace when she begged him to fuck her harder. He happily obliged with a grunt, his hips snapping forward into her.

Her nails dug into the skin of his back, tearing at it and making a low growl emitted from his chest. His finger pressed into the flesh of her thighs, trailing down to grip her ass harshly. She was desperately mewling and trying to move her core up to meet his in a harsh clash of skin on skin. The room smelled of sweat and lovemaking as it hung heavy in the air. The only sounds made were small gasps, moans, groans, and the rather animalistic noise of their bodies coming together in a fit of passionate fury.

Clutching the iron headboard above, he gripped it tightly as he roughly entered her body repetitively. Paying no mind to how hard he was clutching the upper frame of the bed, he didn't hear it groaning under the pressure of slowly being crushed as all he saw was red as he continued to fuck her. A loud noise sounded through the room and Bucky tore his gaze off his love-drunk wife for a moment to see what made such a sound.

He hadn't noticed how the iron frame snapped in his hands as easily as breaking a twig. Looking up in shock, he didn't have time to process it before Lucy grabbed him by the chin and brought him forward so their lips clashed violently. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths, licking the side of her soft cheek, running over her teeth. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. He screwed her into the mattress so hard that the bed was slamming into the wall, chipping at the shotty paint job. He would have to pay for the damages later, but at that moment he cared about nothing but her. She was the only thing on the planet that mattered to him, and the way she was moaning his name like a prayer as he roughly dove into her was enough to keep his attention.

"Bucky, Oh my God! I'm—I'm so close," Lucy cried into the darkened room as he buried her face in the crook of her neck. His hands grasped her wrists as he held them pinned above her head. She trusted him enough to do whatever he wanted with her body, to use if how he needed. Feeling her twitch around him once more as she reached her third climax of the night ushered in his own release.

With a groan, Bucky pumped himself into her as he felt a shudder run down his spine. His thrusts getting more sloppy and sporadic, he hated the thought of their heated frenzy coming to an end. He kept himself joined with her until he no longer could, finally softening once his orgasm had died down and he released all he had deep inside her. He was breathing heavily when it had finally ended, nearly ready to collapse as he shook above her from holding himself over her for so long.

Lucy's hands played with the back of his sweaty hair as he pressed one more chaste kiss to her lips and then pulled out of her, causing the remnants of him to leak out down her thighs. He felt her give a little gasp at the feeling of him no longer tucked away in her as he rolled over to the side. Their sticky, sweaty, bodies laid above the sheets in the cold air of the hotel room. There was a comfortable silence that settled over them as they tried to catch their breath. Lucy was in disbelief of what had just happened as she looked at the destroyed headboard and wondered how it had happened.

"That was…" Lucy began, her tone reflecting wonder and amazement. She trailed off, not even able to put into words what they had just experienced.

"Yeah," Was all he could say in agreement. He, too, could not describe what they had just felt with one another.

When they had finally caught their breath Lucy turned on her side with a wince of slight discomfort so she could nestle up beside him. He took her in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her head. It took a few moments of him running his hands up and down her back, whispering in her ear how much he loved her, how happy he was to be married to her, how he was going to spend the rest of his life trying to make her happy before Lucy's eyes fluttered close from sheer exhaustion. Bucky saw how the light began shining in past the curtains, the sun peeking out from its darkened shroud that had swallowed it.

He couldn't sleep though, wanting to watch as she sunk deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. Before she completely fell asleep, she hummed and grabbed his left hand. With hers, she held it upwards so their palms pressed together. Their rings sparkled in the partial darkness of the room, just enough light peeking in through the curtains to catch on them and make it glimmer. "Love you, James," She whispered in contentedness and smiled before placing a kiss on his hand and then finally drifting to sleep.

Once again, he could only watch her, absolutely enthralled by her. He didn't want to fall asleep, because for once, real life was better than any good dream that could ever come to him.


Like Lucy, Bucky had fallen into a deep sleep. Exhaustion settled into his bones, and he slept soundly with his wife in his arms as he held her. They were able to sleep until their hearts were content, having nowhere to be and nothing to do besides have another tumble in the sheets the following day.

He slept deeper than he had in a long time, knowing that only good dreams would come to him after having her on his mind the entire day before.

And what a good dream it was that formed within his mind. In it, the New York summer heat was poignant in the air. It settled on his skin, causing a bead of sweat to drop down his back. But he could feel how the air was cooling down as dusk settled on the streets of Brooklyn. The sky had traces of the sun still left in it, painted with pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows. He was in a short-sleeved buttoned-down yellow shirt with it hanging open to reveal his undershirt. He wore brown slacks, clearly having come from work or being somewhere out on the town earlier that afternoon.

He was sitting on the small front porch near the doorstep of his apartment. He had sat in that exact spot with Steve many times, drinking beers and listening to the ball game on the radio. It was back in the days he had chased after girls, longing for their attention and maybe a kiss at the end of the night.

He no longer wanted that. Not since the pretty dame who rested in his arms had come into his life and love hit him in the chest like a bullet.

Looking to his side, he saw Lucy with her soft curly hair down as the summer night's breeze gently had it drifting off her shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she pressed her forehead to his face, her hand playing with the hair on the back of his neck. Her eyes were closed as she relaxed, content with everything in life.

They sat on the same wooden chair he had sat in often. She was curled up on his lap, both their legs kicked up leisurely over the wooden railing of the porch. Her legs were crossed over the ankles delicately, and his one hand tailed up and down the softness of her thighs under her light, flowy, white, floral-print summer dress she was wearing.

Car horns honked down the street, and the rush of traffic a couple blocks over provided noise on the otherwise peaceful evening. He had a beer in his hand, lifting it up to his lips every few minutes to drink some of the amber liquid. It was perfect on such a warm night, hitting just the spot that he needed. Lucy's lemonade rested on the patio table way off to the side, the glass speckled with its weeping condensation as it sat out longer in the heat. When he kissed her lips he could taste the sugary goodness on them, wanting to wrestle his tongue inside her mouth to taste further.

As she let out a soft sigh she managed to capture his attention. "You alright?" He asked her, a small quip in the corner of his mouth, to pick up the smallest of grins as he looked at the small freckles sprinkled across her nose.

Her eyes opened as she hummed, looking at him from where she rested in his lap. She watched as he tilted his head back as he drank the last of his beer. The radio sounded eerie as the broadcaster recounted what was happening with the baseball game, the sound throughout muffled in his dream so he couldn't tell exactly what it was saying.

"More than alright," She spoke gently before pressing her lips to the skin of his neck, her tongue darting out to taste him. She separated from him with a small smile, peering down at his lips.

Children played on the street, hooting and hollering. They were playing hopscotch and drawing with chalk on the non-busy road. Their little knees were scraped with bruises and cuts from playing. Their dirty faces had smudges of dirt as their little paperboy hats did nothing to keep them getting sunburnt as their cheeks were tickled with red from staying outside the whole day.

Lucy hissed a "Yesss!" In victory as the Yankees got another man across home plate and Bucky groaned and tossed his head back in annoyance. "Take that, Barnes!" She laughed as he shut his eyes in a grimace at how badly the Dodgers were losing.

"What am I gonna do with you?" He asked with an exasperated sigh as he looked out at the neighbour's children chasing each other.

"Hmmm, love me?" She suggested with a smile, the wind carrying her perfume in it, causing it to hit his nostrils and desire for her to stir in his pants.

"Nah," He clicked his teeth as he shook his head while he teased her, "Can't do that while you like the Yankees."

"Oh hush, you!" She scolded him and shoved his chest lightly as she rolled her eyes, "None of that now! Can't be a sore loser."

Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder and his hand that had been gently on her thigh removed itself and was placed on her largely rounded belly that reflected new life. He felt a small flutter underneath her skin as he chuckled, looking down at how it curved under her dress.

"Wonder if Baby Barnes will like the Yankees or the Dodgers," He stated.

"Ugh, with our luck it probably won't like baseball at all," She wrinkled her nose at the prospect.

"Let's get rid of it if that happens," He teased, a smirk masking his expression as he tickled her slightly and caused her to squirm.

She chuckled and nuzzled his nose with hers as his hand continued to rub her tender skin where his child rested underneath it, "Agreed."

As his hand continued to gently palm at her belly as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear she hummed. Sweat coated both their brows in the summer evening, and as the sun went further down a peace settled over then. They kissed lightly every now and then, reveling in one another's company on such a wonderful night.

As his hand continued to palm her stomach, the perfect vessel which proudly displayed the evidence of their love, they argued lightly about when he was going to finally assemble the crib he had been putting off for weeks. She would raise her voice a little, only to be shut up by him pulling her by the back of the neck to meet his lips. He warned her that getting so worked up wasn't good for their little babe, and she would sigh and let the issue go.

Soon their frustration was forgotten as they once again were relaxing in one another's embrace. His fingertips were drawing patterns on her belly, lazily taking no specific form. He had done a couple hearts, making them rounded and sloppy. A little smiley face was another pattern that was also drawn, and lastly, a star.

She suddenly gasped in pain from where the fingers of his left hand had touched her. "Buck, what are—what are you doing?" She looked in horror down at him as though his touch had burned her.

His fingertips touched her again and suddenly she was yelling, standing up and pushing him away as she looked on at him with terror in her eyes. "Oh-Oh my God!" She called out in pain as she was hunched over suddenly. She was gasping, almost as though she was trying to take in air but nothing was filling her lungs. "What did you do?!" She screamed at him, looking at him as though he had been the one to cause such devastation.

"Lucy, I-I didn't do anything, I promise!" He pleaded with her as she looked at him in fear as she clutched her stomach. He couldn't have hurt her from just touching her, could he? He reached out to touch her again to make sure she was alright and suddenly she was screaming in pain.

She was clutching her stomach as suddenly blood began to gather in front of her dress between her legs. It began to drip down her legs to the floorboards, causing dread to fill his veins and fear unlike he had ever felt before to fill his entire being.

"Luce! Luce, holy shit!" He yelled in fear and horror as more blood began flooding from between her legs, signaling something was wrong with their baby. She was crying, tears streaking her face as he asked her what he should do. He ran in to quickly call an ambulance, only to see the phone cord had been cut. He threw it against the wall as he rushed back to his suffering wife.

He ran back outside, seeing her on the ground as she sat in a pool of her own blood and crying more. The children who had been playing on the street only stood there and stared, not listening to him as he screamed for them to call for an ambulance. The streets were suddenly silent, and no one passed by them, indicating there would be no one who would be there to help. It was just them alone in New York City, and the streets that had once been pleasantly empty now looked like a ghost town. Newspapers blew in the wind and the purple, pinks, and oranges turned a sinister grey, taking all beauty from it and causing it to become devoid of all hope.

"Luce, Lucy, c'mon! Talk to me, baby. What should I do?" He asked her as the pool of blood she was sitting in grew and grew, soaking into the knees of his trousers as he kneeled beside her, tears streaming down his cheeks.

She looked at him with broken eyes, red and bloodshot, tears welling in them until they spilled down her face even more, "You've done enough," She hissed out, looking at him with the utmost of hate. The crimson grew more and more until it was flowing down the steps of the porch and draining her until she was hardly breathing. Her skin was an ashen colour as she gripped her stomach, her eyes finally becoming unblinking as a glassy stillness befell them.

As Bucky woke in a cold sweat, jolting awake he cursed himself for not having known better.

He should have known he wouldn't be so lucky to have a night free of the plague of nightmares that haunted him. In times of war, good dreams don't tend to last. Instead, they only reflect his worst fears, and losing Lucy and hurting her would always be the worst of them all.


Hmm.. Some foreshadowing? Maybe not even just in this fic, but also the sequel?! Hmm, guess you'll have to see! I really wanted to include some domestic bliss Bucky/Lucy but obviously, I had to put a dark twist on it. I really wanted to make this chapter really good but I feel like it's lacking something. Oh, well. Next one is some cute newlywed stuff. I want to do at least 2 more chapters of their time in London, and then shit will hit the fan again. :(

Please make me a very happy writer and leave a review/comment, and follow/favourite and subscribe!

Thanks for reading!

-A