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Chapter 2

What was wrong with this blasted contraption?! Steve growled at the slim black and silver tie hanging limply from his neck. At one point in his life, he had been able to tie it perfectly, but now his fingers betrayed him. And his shirt was slightly wrinkled in the back. Was that bad? And what if his shoes weren't perfectly polished? Oh my god, what if Bucky said no? Steve would probably die then. Maybe he could throw himself into the river. That would be effective.

"No, Rogers, stay calm. Think positive. Think POSITIVE," Steve coached himself. "NOOO, WHAT IF HE SAYS NO?!" Steve moaned. His calm facade had lasted less than one nanosecond. "I–ahhhhhhh! I can't do this!" His frantic gaze searched the room, looking for something he couldn't identify. And then he saw the clock. 6:01. "AHHHHHHHH, oh my goodness, I'm going to be late!" And he was out the door.

"Did anyone one else just see that?!" Clint demanded. "Cap was LATE?! I thought he was, like, physically incapable of being, like, UNperfect." Clint glanced over his shoulder when he didn't get a response. And realized Pietro had already left the room with his sister, no doubt already at the restaurant where Steve and Bucky were planning on eating. A faint call of "keep up, old man" confirmed his suspicions. "Ugh. Did I really ask Laura if we could adopt the twins?" The SHIELD agent demanded at the empty room. Slowly getting up from his position at the window directly across from Steve's room, Clint shook out his legs and slowly jogged towards the door.

Bucky Barnes stared at his left arm. What if Steve didn't like him like he was now, with only one flesh arm? What if Steve didn't like like him at all? Bucky felt like hyperventilating. His metal fingers drummed rapidly against the table. And then he realized he had pushed too hard and now there were four rather large dents in the table. Which belonged to the restaurant and was probably expensive. He hated his self-control.

A familiar voice spoke. "Hey, Bucky." Bucky glanced up, swallowing nervously.

"Hey Steve."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Steve apologized.

"No, no, no. You're fine. You, um, look nice," Bucky muttered quietly. The blonde blushed.

"Thanks. You too. The green looks, um, nice on you," said Steve, gesturing at the tie that the rested on Bucky's chest.

"You said you had something you wanted to tell me?" Bucky asked, remembering why Steve had asked him out to eat. It wasn't a date or anything. Of course not. They were just two friends, as much as Bucky hated it, meeting to discuss something.

"Yeah," Steve nodded, his head bobbing up and down nervously. "But, ah, let's eat first. We can talk about it after we eat." Bucky nodded his consent and soon the conversation turned to differences between the 1940s and the 2010s.

"Hey, Bucky?" Steve asked. His old friend nodded absently. "I've been thinking, and I, um, realized that," and here Steve's gaze became fixated on the tablecloth, "I realized that...imkindofinlovewithyou." Steve paused, inhaling deeply. But before Bucky even had a chance to process his sentence, Steve continued. "Sowillyoubemyboyfriend?" Steve finished, finally glancing at Bucky, his face tomato red. Bucky stared.

"I'm sorry, I was spaced out. Can you repeat?" Bucky winced at his own words, feeling that Steve had just made some sort of confession.

Steve moaned, burying his bright red face in his hands. He wasn't sure he had enough self-confidence to make his confession again.

But in the end, Steve made his confession and asked the question again and Bucky agreed enthusiastically and then after that, neither of them really paid attention to anything else besides the other, so they didn't notice three giggling figures creep out the door, whispering about getting good blackmail.

One year later…

Adriane Stark gurgled happily in her mother's arms, oblivious of her surroundings. Her mother gently shushed her, a bright smile crossing her face as she beamed at the two men on the stage. "Shh, baby, Uncle Bucky and Uncle Stevie are about to get married," Pepper Pots whispered to her daughter. Adriane only laughed, reaching out to tug on her Aunt Nat's hair.

"You may now kiss the groom/bride," the Buddhist monk from Nepal (the one Bucky had lived with) pronounced. Steve and Bucky wasted no time in following his instructions. They hugged and kissed, then hugged and kissed again. And then the rest of the Avengers were upon them, armed with congratulations and hugs.

Five years later…

"Bucky, will you take Mira to the mall? She needs new clothes. And she needs to be out of the tower while we set up for her surprise birthday party," Steve Rogers called for his husband. The mighty Captain America stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his star-spangled apron covered in flour. "And I still need to finish her cake."

"Sure, Stevie. Make sure it's perfect, okay?" Bucky appeared from the living room. He grinned at Steve. Laughing at his husband in an apron, Bucky sauntered into the kitchen. "You have flour all over your face," Bucky laughed, stealing a kiss. "Anyway, we'll get going now. Mira! Honey, we're going shopping!" Bucky hollered.

"Okay daddy. I'm coming!" A small girl appeared from the bedrooms. Mira Barnes-Rogers grinned at her dads, her green eyes sparkling. The seven year old ran to Steve and hugged his leg briefly quickly letting go to run to her other dad. "Okay, now I'm ready!" Bucky and Steve laughed at the adorableness of their daughter, Steve waving as Bucky and Mira stepped out the front door. Smiling happily, Steve crossed the room to the window, gazing out at the city. He could see Bucky and Mira walking out of the Stark tower, Bucky reaching down to hold Mira's small hand. A content sigh escaping his lips, Steve admired the perfect blue sky before returning to work on Mira's cake. It was a beautiful day.

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