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Professor, Please

"My question to you, is how ethical is it to dig up the past? What gives us the right to disturb someone's home or burial place and remove them to display in public fashion? Next week I want a twelve-page paper on the role ethics plays in archaeology and the solutions you can present," Professor Lucy Heinrich lectured at her class by standing in the front of the full university hall.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, a little rainy and dreary, a deep fog shrouding the city of New York on that particular day in 1946. The weather turning colder made it particularly difficult for the young couple in a simple one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn to wake up and face their busy workdays.

Lucy always left before Bucky, bundled up in sweaters due to having to bus down to Columbia University in the early morning air. She had been a professor before the war, and after universities heard of how much she contributed to the Allied efforts of preserving art stolen from the Nazis, they were eager to get their hands on her when she returned.

She was ecstatic to be one of the few female professionals in her field; and as much as Bucky was excited too, he often missed his wife on the days she was teaching late.

Which was the exact reason why Bucky ducked out of his own work early and ended up on the other side of the city at Lucy's university. He tried to sneak in the best he could, not wanting to interrupt his wife's teaching. As he snuck in from the back, he moved his way between two students who looked remarkably irritated by the intruder who decided to show up to class so late.

His eyes caught to the woman at the front — truly the only one of her kind. As Bucky looked around the packed lecture hall, he could count on one hand how many other women were present in the class. He suddenly became very conscious of the young men who were staring dreamily down at their professor.

As Bucky sank into his seat, Lucy seemed to notice and her eyes flashed to the newcomer, "If you're going to show up with five minutes left in my lecture, it's best you don't show up at all." She snapped, clearing not knowing that the inconsiderate student was, in fact, her inconsiderate husband.

"Sorry, teach," Bucky said smoothly as he leaned back casually in his chair, a smirk on his lips, "Something held me up."

He noticed how his wife blinked a couple of times in shock once recognizing his low Brooklyn drawl. He saw how she was suddenly more rigid and less relaxed, "Don't let it happen again, Mr. Barnes. And I'd like you to stay late and talk to me after class to discuss your… behaviour." A twinkle of mischief sparkled in her eyes and Bucky couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand to conceal the smug little look on his face from his wife's tone.

A young man beside him breathed out in clear frustration and muttered under his breath, "Lucky," Another sorry sap who had fallen deep under Lucy's spell.

Although thrown a little off her game from the intrusion of her husband, Lucy cleared her throat and turned back around to the black chalkboard. Bucky noticed how her skirt had little white marks of chalk on it from where she had rubbed her hands against it. He watched with a happy little smile on his face as he was able to observe the woman he loved doing what she did best.

She was sharp as a tack, and knew what she was doing despite the fact she was rarely treated with the same respect as her male colleagues. But still, there was something special about the way she taught that made her magnetic. Bucky couldn't take his eyes off her, even when she was turned around to write on the board. Her curly hair had a dark green little bow tied into it, and the back of her blouse was untucked from her skirt. There was a small snag in the back of her pantyhose, but despite the slight dishevelment of her appearance, she had an aura about her which commanded the attention of the people in the room.

As Lucy continued to lecture for the next few minutes, Bucky noticed how much her face lit up when she spoke of certain things. He loved that she was so happy with her career. And as frustrating as it was sometimes, he was glad he didn't have just a regular old housewife.

Most of his friends had wives who were stereotypical like that. They had dinner on the table every night by five, ready to fetch a beer from the fridge and put it in their husband's hands while vacuuming around in little tea dresses and always eager to have more children.

And sure, having a life like that would be nice, but it certainly wasn't the one for Bucky and Lucy. Lucy was driven, a career gal through and through; despite the disapproval of many who knew her. People often criticized her for not catering to her husband's every need, but they didn't care. They were happy, and no one could take that away from them.

It only reinforced to Bucky that their lifestyle was a perfect fit for them as he watched her light up at the front of the hall. She was rambling about something or another and her eyes sparkled as she spoke. His heart pounded a little faster as he saw his wife get so passionate about her work, and suddenly he was grinning again.

When Lucy noticed their time was up she dismissed the class, reminding them about their paper next week. Many who passed by her said goodbye, and a few asked questions regarding the lecture. Bucky waited until everyone had left before he casually sauntered down the steps of the lecture hall. His hands were in his pockets, a smirk on his face at the way his wife had her hands on her hips and looking at him in disapproval.

"Mr. Barnes, I think we need to discuss your tardiness." She said with a cocked brow, a look of teasing disappointment on her face. She had a playful look in her eyes as he approached, his palms getting sweaty and butterflies forming in his belly under her intense stare.

"You gonna punish me for it?" He teased her, blatantly flirting back.

"Well, I think I'm going to have to. Can't show favouritism to my students, after all." She said with a playful little glance and then turned around to erase all the chalk from the board behind her.

"Pretty sure I'm your favourite anyway." He winked, which made her smirk turn the corners of her pink lips upwards.

"What makes you say that?" She asked with a raised brow. Her backside was faced towards him as she moved her eraser up and down the board. His eyes couldn't help but be drawn into the sight of her appealing derrière, especially when she bent down to pick up a stray piece of chalk she dropped.

The front of his pants were suddenly getting tight and Bucky had to avert his eyes to keep his thoughts pure. He noticed a bright red apple on Lucy's desk a student had left and begun tossing it up in the air to casually distract himself as she tidied up her class.

"Because I'm the only one who takes you to bed." Bucky pointed out in a low voice as he bit into the apple, the explosion of sweetness hitting his tongue.

"As far as you know." She turned around to throw another wink at him, making him choke a little on the apple. She noticed what he was eating and scowled, rolling her eyes, "That was mine."

He shook his head in amusement at her disapproving glare as he sank his teeth into the flesh of the juicy fruit.

"So, you gonna tell me what you're doing here? Or am I just to assume you're lookin' for trouble?" She shifted her hips as her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him. Her disapproving glare dissipated into something that reflected fondness.

"Always lookin' to get into trouble with you, professor." He assured her with a little chuckle. "Am I not allowed to visit my best gal at her work or somethin'?"

Lucy began to pack her little leather briefcase with papers. Her gaze shot up as he spoke, noticing how he finished his apple and tossed it in the wastebasket by her desk, "Best gal? Your only gal, I hope,"

Bucky chuckled, trying to push her buttons a little, "So you're not okay with my hoard of mistresses' then?"

"James Barnes, don't even joke about that." She huffed in irritation as she continued to tidy up.

Bucky noticed his wife's shift in mood and moved from his place he was leaning against her desk. Figuring she needed a little attention, he made his way up to her.

"C'mon baby, I'm only teasing. Besides, when would I even have time to take a mistress? You're more than enough woman for me!" He came up behind her to rub her arms tenderly as she placed papers in her bag. His thumbs drew little patterns on her upper arms as he felt her relax.

Lucy continued to place things in her bag. She made sure it was nice and tidy before turning around in his grasp so they could face once another. Suddenly her large doe eyes were staring into his and Bucky had to swallow a tightening feeling in his throat at the sight of them.

"Are you saying I'm difficult?" Lucy teased, although her tone was serious and Bucky's stomach sank with dread. He would have to answer carefully, or would otherwise get thrown in the doghouse.

He pursed his lips and shook his head, "Not at all. I would never suggest that." Not unless he wanted to sleep on the couch for the next two weeks.

"Good answer." She placed a kiss on his cheek gently, her soft lips causing his skin to burn and Bucky suddenly wanted more. Her hands went up to his chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath as he stared down intently at her. He kept his hands on her wrists, caressing them gently, and pulled her into the warmth of his body so he could hold her tightly.

"My ring slipped off again today. Nearly lost it in my office." She looked at the troublesome simple ornament on her finger as she ran her hands up his chest. The rings they wore were given to them by a friend, since they didn't have time to get proper ones while they were overseas. They never did fit quite perfectly, Lucy's being too loose and Bucky's too tight he could hardly get it off, even after getting them fitted a few times.

"I have to take my Pa's watch in to get looked at. I can bring your ring to get fixed as well." He told her gently, looking down at the simple gold band and thinking how pretty a little diamond would look on her dainty fingers, "Maybe get you a new one. A better one."

She frowned suddenly, a sadness forming on her flawless face, "I like this one, though," Although she came from wealth, Lucy wasn't the type to need fancy things to be happy. In fact, she was remarkably simple to please.

Bucky had begun to realize when she was upset the best thing to do was to return home with a bottle of wine and some warm food. Immediately, her eyes would light up and everything would be right in the world again. If he threw a book into the mix his day went from good to even better, and he knew he wouldn't just have a happy wife, but rather a happy and naked wife as well.

God, he loved being married. So, so much.

"You deserve nice things." He kissed the pillow of her bottom lip softly, his hands going up to her waist. He held her tenderly as his large palms trailed up and down the fabric of her blouse, there was nothing he wanted more than to sneak his hand up underneath it and touch her warm skin until he reached the back of her brassiere.

"I have nice things. I have a room of nice little books, and a nice radio, and a nice set of china. Plus, sometimes I even had a real nice husband too." She winked, "Although sometimes he's a little naughty." Lucy could feel his hand slipped further under her shirt, feeling her soft skin.

"He should spoil you more," Bucky replied with a hum as he gently nuzzled at her face, lightly touching his lips to her face.

"Well, I did have my eye on a sweet little number at a boutique on 6th street a couple of days ago." She raised an eyebrow like the devilish little minx she was.

Bucky's attention was suddenly piqued, "Does this sweet little number come with lace and silk?" He could hardly contain the smile on his lips as he thought about it.

"It might." She replied coyly. She was so smug and pleased with herself, it was almost irritating how much she had him wrapped around her little pinky finger.

"Done. It's already bought. I'll get it on my way home." He promised her, too eager to please her.

"You best be careful, buying women's lingerie will make people talk about what kinda couple we are. We don't want them to get the wrong idea."

"I couldn't give two shits about what type of couple people thought we were." Sure, it was a little scandalous to buy his wife lingerie, and he was positive it would earn several disapproving looks from the prude's in the boutique, and if word ever got back to his mother she would have his hide. But thankfully, Bucky was never one to care what people thought. "All I know is that we're happy."

She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes and a small smile on her lips. Contentment was on her face, and in a sincere voice she only said, "We are happy, aren't we?"

"Of course we are." He was the happiest he had been in a long time. Mainly because his home was a place of peace and harmony. There was very little strife between them, except for the odd fight which would end in rage and harsh words, until they had a few quiet moments to themselves and returned sorry and missing one another.

Sometimes when he thought of the war or Steve, things would come crashing down. But Lucy was always there to keep him anchored and take care of him. When he woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare she would always be there to bring him back to reality, letting him put his face in the crook her neck as she stroked his sweaty hair, gently whispering how everything would be okay.

Sometimes he wondered if she had nightmares about their time in Europe too. She must have, given the fact she would sometimes wake up with dark circles under her eyes and would be stifling yawns all day. Lucy never said anything though, suffering in silence to make sure he was well taken care of. Bucky just wished he knew how to comfort her as she did to him.

"Good." Lucy said softly, a reflection of love in her eyes which then turned into something more mischievous, "Would hate to have us both seek out something else."

"Like half those young fellas in your lectures who were gazing up at you with love in their eyes?" He snorted, pointing out with a little bit of bitterness in his voice. He imagined being in their place at eighteen or nineteen years old, wet behind the ears, and still not exactly sure what to do with women. Having a distracting specimen such as Lucy as a professor would certainly have been difficult.

Hell, he was almost a decade older than those lads and he was still having a hard time with not being distracted while she was at the front of the class. Keeping his thoughts pure had certainly been a struggle, and half the time Lucy had been up there he had been fantasizing about how she would look bent over her desk.

Lucy retorted in a playful voice, "Jealous?"

"Please." Bucky scoffed, "Those green boys wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you."

"And you do?" Amusement was clear in her tone.

"Considering how you scream my name I don't think I have anything to be too concerned about," Bucky replied, confident in his performances. Until finally, a little bit of insecurity weaseled its way in, "Why? Any complaints?" He cleared his throat, a little nervous as pink settled on his cheeks.

"None so far." She shook her head, a light expression on her pretty face.

"I didn't think so. Not after I had you all giddy last night like a schoolgirl." He poked her side as she grabbed her bag, trying to organize and tidy for the next class that was scheduled to take place.

"I was not giddy like a schoolgirl!" She protested in shock, her mouth falling open slightly in horror.

"You were, and you were all over me, don't deny it." He protested, crossing his arms over his chest as Lucy tried to save face. He knew the truth though, she has been all giggly and laughing, her cheeks red and ears pink from their earlier physical activities. He couldn't even go brush his teeth alone after that, his wife clinging to him like a damn koala bear and kissing his shoulder and back as he spat his toothpaste into the sink.

Lucy's eyes narrowed, not liking being told how she was acting and being proved wrong. She also hated seeming needy and vulnerable, "Would you rather I didn't do those things?" Bucky's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he had to answer carefully yet again. Although being married to Lucy was easy, sometimes it was like being married to a ticking time bomb.

He replied quickly, "Not at all." The attention was nice, even if a little overbearing at times. But it was a side to Lucy he wasn't used to seeing, and only emerged after she had been brought to a climax a couple of times.

Lucy grabbed her other papers and shoved them into her bag, a little less carefully than the last ones she had so meticulously put away. "Good. Because you know there are a lot of married folks out there who only have sex for procreation and not pleasure, right? You better thank your lucky stars I'm not like that, even if I am giddy. I'm pretty sure half the ladies at my parents' country clubs haven't even gone near their husbands in years."

"I thank my lucky stars every day, doll." Bucky went behind her and moved her hair off of her shoulder so he had access to her neck. He couldn't imagine his wife only touching him just for the sake of having some kid pop out nine months later. "You're so sweet for me."

Lucy turned her face, her eyes fluttering closed a little as Bucky kissed her neck. His tongue darted out to gently taste her, before biting at her throat teasingly.

"And don't you forget it," Lucy said smugly. She then lightly slapped him on the face in a form of a love tap.

"Ow," Bucky joked, letting out a brief chuckle as his hand went up to his tender skin, "You trying to add to all my scars?" Lucy squinted to see what he was talking about and saw he had split open part of his eyebrow, yellow bruising forming under the small amount of medical tape holding it together. Unfortunately, it was an occupational hazard of being a boxer.

"I wonder what the other guy looks like," She laughed, her thumb gently going to touch his wound. He winced a little at her touch, making her sigh in irritation, "I do wish you would pick another career that didn't involve you getting beat up."

He took her hand that was touching his skin and gently pressed it against his lips, kissing it softly. "Sorry, I'll be more careful."

"I should hope so. I'm only with you for your pretty face."

Bucky cocked a curious eyebrow, "Not my excessive amounts of wealth, or brilliance, or superb lovemaking skills?"

"You possess none of those things." Lucy quipped back smartly. He pinched her in retaliation, making her squeal and try to wiggle out his arms, despite the fact he pulled her right back in.

"Hey! I beg to differ! One of those is definitely true!"

"Mhmm, which one?" She hummed, her arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly as his hands settled on her slender waist. He walked her into her desk so the back of her thighs was pressed against it.

"My brilliance, obviously." Bucky joked, acting like that should have been apparent, "We both know my bedroom skills are subpar at best." She knew immediately he was fishing for compliments.

Lucy assured him, "Awe, don't be too hard on yourself! I still prefer you over my many other lovers." She teased.

"Well, that's a relief! Don't think I'd do well as a bachelor again." When he had been a bachelor Bucky didn't think anything could compare to it. Dating around, experimenting with different girls, and going out and painting the town red wasn't something that interested him after he met Lucy. Despite the fact they might not have had an instant connection, he only had eyes for her once they grew closer.

"You wouldn't even know how to tie your shoes without me," Lucy assured him, her grip on his shoulders continued to tighten as she sat down on her desk and he stepped between her parted thighs.

"Well, what about you? You think you could manage without me?" It was getting increasingly difficult to come up with witty retorts to meet hers when she was drawing patterns on the skin of the back of his neck with her perfectly lacquered fingernails.

"Oh, I know I could." She was a woman, after all. They were incredibly resourceful and were able to make a home out of anything. Bucky pinched her side again, causing him to snicker as she squealed once more. "Fine!" She admitted irritatedly, exhaling a deep sigh in defeat. Her eyes flashed to his, and she had a small grin on the corner of her upturned lips, "We're better together." She admitted softly.

"Well, then why didn't you just say so, Mrs. Barnes?" He insisted as he took her chin in his grip and then leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

For a moment Lucy was dazed under her husband's administrations. Bucky's hands cupped her face gently as he stood over her form. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe, his tongue sliding into her mouth. He gripped her a little tighter, making her gasp. He took advantage of her open mouth, kissing her even deeper.

She let out a little moan at his intensity, and Bucky found himself wondering why the hell he had waited so long to kiss her. Her lips against his brought him back to life after such a long day. She tugged on his hair, her hands running through it as he steadily held her slender waist. Their teeth clashed against one another, only adding to the building heat.

"Buck—Bucky, what are you doing?" Lucy asked, a little breathless and dazed. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her hair a little messier, and falling partially out of its little bow.

"What's it look like?" He asked her before bending down to capture her mouth once more. He was desperate for her, craving her lips on his far more than what was acceptable.

"Mmm, looks like you want me to lose my job." Lucy hummed as he began to kiss up her neck.

"If it means you get to spend more time with me, then sure, that's exactly what's happening."

"And then we'd be out on the streets." Despite the fact Lucy was remarkably successful in her professional life, the university refused to pay her the salary she had been getting before the war.

Since she was a wife, she was expected to make less than her husband. They would never pay her the same as a man, and lowered her income to be even less than Bucky's, claiming it was so she wouldn't get the 'wrong idea'. They didn't think it was a good idea for a wife to humiliate her husband by earning more than him.

And unfortunately, a boxer's wages were quite slim. To afford their apartment in Brooklyn, they needed both their incomes. The two of them were outraged by the blatant sexism, but not a single lawyer wanted to take on their case against the University of Columbia. They told her that since Lucy was a woman, she was lucky to be teaching there at all.

"Don't care," Bucky whispered against her lips before trying to swoop in again to capture them with bruising pressure. Lucy allowed it, much to his pleasure.

Their tongues met roughly and he lifted her thighs around his waist tighter. His hand went up to her pantyhosed-clad limb, wishing he could feel the softness of her skin. Lucy let out a little gasp as he bit her bottom lip. He pressed himself between her legs so her body was firmly slotted against his.

He couldn't help but stifle a groan through the kiss, wanting —-no, needing — more of her. She tasted like coffee and hints of peppermint, her tongue brushing along his. He held her face tightly, not wanting to separate for a moment.

"We have to stop!" Lucy said much to her chagrin, her disappointment evident on her face. Bucky knew she was right, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He kept hoping she would change her mind and foolishly toss caution to the wind, "I have another class in fifteen minutes and sometimes my students arrive early." Lucy was suddenly a little flustered, her cheeks beet red for engaging in something so inappropriate.

"So, you're saying we should put on a good show for 'em?" He retorted back in a joke, causing her to playfully hit his chest in retaliation for his crude comment.

"James!" She gasped in horror, about to put her feet back on the group and hop off the desk so he could no longer attack her with kisses.

"I'm teasing!" He defended himself, chuckling lowly. "But hell, sweetheart. I'd be lying if I said I never fantasized about fucking you on this desk." He admitted as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh, you are so awful!" She gasped in horror, but she wasn't fooling anyone; least of all him. Bucky watched as Lucy's expression went from scandalized, to amused, and then she bit her lip flirtatiously as she looked him hungrily up and down, "How would you do it?"

Bucky nuzzled her neck, "Well, I'd start off by kissing you until you were a sopping mess." He sucked on her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "And then I'd wait until you were begging for me,"

"Go on," She encouraged, her mouth slightly open in pleasure as he continued to kiss up and down her neck. His teeth grazed her throat, his tongue dipping into the hollow of it. She pulled him in tighter between her legs and he felt her squirm in his grasp. Her hands tangled in his dark hair as he gently tasted her.

"And then I'd dip my fingers into your panties to see if you were ready for me. I'd rip them off of you, and turn you around, spread your legs and take you from behind," He said in a low, raspy voice. Just as Bucky was about to swoop down and plant another kiss on her delicate neck, he felt her hands in his chest, stopping him.

Lucy had a disapproving scowl on her face, "Not very romantic," She wondered why he wouldn't describe any foreplay, a little disappointed he didn't indulge her more.

He tapped her hip, "Gotta be quick if we don't wanna be caught," Was all he retorted with, "How's that sound?"

"It sounds like I'd rather you take your sweet time with me and give me the attention I deserve." Lucy quipped back, unimpressed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Remember how we never had time for all that back in the war? We had to be quick. It's gonna be just like that." So, he wasn't as smooth as usual. Of course, under any other circumstance, Bucky would have told her how he would spend so much time between her legs she wouldn't even remember her own name. But for some reason, he was particularly distracted by their precarious position, and the fact her cleavage was on display definitely didn't help, either.

"Well, we're not in the war anymore, Sergeant." Lucy emphasized, her tone full of sass, "We won, in case you forgot."

"I remember," Bucky promised, "Just testing you." He replied lamely.

Lucy remained unamused, her eyebrow cocking up. Until finally she rolled her eyes, annoyed with herself for finding him charming rather than irritating. Bucky grinned even wider when he saw her smile emerge.

"You really think I'm gonna give in, huh?" Lucy asked as she played with his shirt collar, still allowing him to rest between her thighs, his hands up and down them.

Bucky tried to muster the best puppy dog eyes he could. He was met with the unforgiving glare of his wife, "Professor, please?" He asked sweetly.

She cocked an eyebrow, "You gonna actually make it worth my while?"

"Pretty sure I have to now." He admitted, realizing his mistake when he suggested they just have a quickie, "C'mon, when have I ever not taken care of my girl first?" He asked her in bewilderment, wondering where she got the crazy idea that he wouldn't put effort into pleasing her, even if it was a little rushed.

She sighed, knowing he was right, "Well, that's true." With a sudden devilish smirk, she had a little twinkle in her eye that sparkled with trouble, "Well, Mr. Barnes, perhaps if you ever attended my office hours we could return to the matter? That way you could take your sweet time with me."

"Knew there was a reason why you were my favourite professor," Bucky joked before readying to lean down and kiss her again. His hand slid behind her neck so he could hold her steady.

His mouth was slightly open, hoping to capture Lucy's lips again in a desperate kiss. Their conversation had got him going, and he needed their bodies pressed against one another to alleviate some of the tension.

Lucy stopped him again, making him groan in annoyance, "If you leave me now and go home and wait patiently I'll call in sick tomorrow and we can play hookey together," She suggested.

To say Bucky was shocked to hear his wife, who was a stickler for rules, wanted to play hooky with him was an understatement.

"If we're playing hooky tomorrow I don't see any reason why I shouldn't spoil you for the momentous occasion." It wasn't every day she wanted to break the rules, "Where exactly was that little boutique on 6th street you were talkin' about?" He said with a large smile.

Lucy was smiling widely too, just as she was about to take his face and kiss him again, the classroom door opened and Lucy shoved Bucky away, nearly making him stumble. She giggled as he nearly fell, a little shocked she pushed him so hard to avoid getting caught.

An unsuspecting student made their way into the class, not even paying attention that his professor had just been fooling around with her husband on the desk.

"And uhhh, I expect that you won't be late again, right Mr. Barnes?" Lucy tried to save face the best she could, flustered with her reddened cheek. She was fixing up her skirt and hair, attempting to make herself look presentable again.

"Uhhh, right!" Bucky played along, "Never again, professor." He agreed.

More students made their way in, and Lucy tried to hide her smile at Bucky, "Now get out of here, you troublemaker." She warned him, her voice reflecting fondness. The way she was leaning against her desk and looking at him reinforced the notion that she really didn't want him to go.

"No kiss?" He asked in horror, whispering as loudly as he could without someone hearing.

"How about a professional handshake?" Lucy offered, much to Bucky's disappointment and bemusement. He had an unimpressed look on his face. Bucky rolled his eyes, not at all happy with this new arrangement.

With a sigh, and then a little smirk as a devilish thought manifested in his mind, Bucky put his hand out for her to shake it. As Lucy grasped his hand, he suddenly pulled her in tightly, making her squeal, "See you at home, beautiful." He planted a sneaky kiss on her cheek.

Despite Lucy making a little huff in frustration at his relentlessness, the large smile she had on her face afterward told him a different story. And as Bucky walked home, he was pretty sure his smile matched hers the entire way.

I hope you enjoyed reading this little chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'll be posting the next one in a couple of days!

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