This is War (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x reader)

Chapter three

When you woke the next morning, sunlight was already streaming in through the window. You could feel Bucky lying behind you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, occasionally placing a kiss on the skin there. You could see his left arm stretched out in front of you, your head was resting on his bicep, the metal plates shifted occasionally, glinting in the sunlight. His right arm was wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing unintelligible patterns on your bare skin.

"Finally awake, doll?" He asked, voice heavy with sleep.

You hummed in response, laying your right hand over his so you could lace your fingers with his. "What time is it?"

"Sun's been up for a while," he yawned, causing you to do the same. "Probably midmorning."

You couldn't help but let out a small surprised noise, you hadn't slept for that long in years without waking up at least a few times. From behind you, Bucky chuckled softly. "I guess I'm just that good."

"Couldn't disagree with that," you mumbled, finally becoming aware of the hunger causing your stomach to ache. You sat up, holding the blanket to your chest to ward off the chill now that you couldn't rely on Bucky for warmth. You noticed his eyes lingering on your collarbone, which was just visible over the top of the blanket.

"Are you hurt?" He asked softly, nervousness clear in his gaze.

"No," you said gently, leaning forward to kiss him. "I'm fine. I promise."

Bucky nodded and you stepped out of the bed, abandoning the warm blankets in search of clothes. You could feel his eyes on you and turned with a knowing smirk. "You gonna get up, pretty boy, or are you gonna spend the whole morning staring?"

He returned your smirk, tilting his head to the side. "Just enjoying the view, doll."

About ten minutes later, you were just placing some bread in the toaster in the small kitchen area when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You leaned back slightly, resting your head on Bucky's collarbone and looking up at him. "Morning," he smiled, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

"I'm just making some breakfast," you grinned, placing your hands over his.

"You're the best," Bucky murmured, glancing over at the windowsill, where Alpine was sitting, staring moodily out at the rest of the city. "What's wrong with him?"

You shrugged. "Maybe he's grumpy that we're giving him breakfast late." You gestured to the bowl of cat food sitting, untouched, on the bench.

"Hmm," Bucky frowned slightly, then reluctantly unwrapped his arms from around your waist and picked up the bowl. "I'll go talk to him."

"Ok," you smiled. It was sometimes funny the way Bucky treated Alpine more like a son than a pet.

As you went about making breakfast, you couldn't help but reflect on what life might be like if you ever did decide to have kids. If you even could, you wouldn't have put it past Hydra to take that away from you as well.

Still, it was a nice thought. Having an actual family with the only man you'd ever loved.

Maybe, once this was all over, if it could ever be over, you could talk it over together and work out what you wanted your relationship to be.

Maybe.

The air outside wasn't as cold as you'd expected, though a wall of clouds was quickly approaching the sun, which would sure make it a little less warm and bright. But right then, it was quite nice.