Soldier Of Pain (Bucky Barns Fanfiction) [COMPLETED STORY]

Chapter 16 - First Date

A/N: ENJOY READING! =)

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The next mornings I wake up in Bucky's bed. The both of us still fully clothed and sweating due to our thick layers of clothing.

My head lies on his firm chest, the comfortable pillow rising and falling underneath me.

This is the best I have slept in years, not a single nightmare.

I trace my fingers across the many lines of his metal arm, which is the only part of us not covered by clothing.

I never really got to see it before, its design is very different to his last one and I'm happy it no longer has the hydra winter soldier symbol on it. His new arm reminds me of our new beginning instead of our traumatic past.

I am really grateful for his metal arm. It's the only part of him I can actually touch without needing to wear many layers of clothing. Though I still do anyway for a safety measure.

"James?" I whisper.

"Yes Doll?" He stares down at me with his soft steel blue eyes.

"What are we?"

"What do you want us to be?" Bucky asks with a soft, tired smile.

"I don't know," I say with honesty.

"How about my girlfriend? Is that alright with you?"

I turn around with my elbow resting on his chest and the palm of my hand holding me up by the chin. "I would love that," I answer with a smile in return.

"Alright. Tonight I'm taking you on a date," He tells me.

"A real date?" I ask stupidly with the widest grin ever.

"Yes." Bucky simply smiles again.

"No where with lots of people though," I demand.

"Of course," He says with a chuckle.

The next thing I know, the door to Bucky's room barges open and some of the family (other ex-avengers) stroll in.

Vision, then Steve are the first to come in, then a hungover Nat a few seconds later. "She's in here!" Steve shouts to everyone else in the building and soon everyone else joins the room.

"Can you please shout more quietly, my head is killing me," Sam says to his buddy, leaning against the wall and unable to hold himself steady anymore.

"Ever heard of privacy?!" Bucky yells at them.

"No," Natasha answers simply, not fully paying attention to anything.

"You all look like hell, well except for Steve and Vision," I point out.

"We feel like it too," Clint says, falling onto one of the chairs in Bucky's now slightly more decorated room.

"Looks like you two finally managed to patch things up," Wanda says to me, holding her head in her hands. She appears to be, for the most part, less hungover then the rest of the group of zombies.

Suddenly all the attention is on me and Bucky.

"Finally," Nat comments, just before she collapses due to her head pounding so much, luckily Steve manages to catch her in his arms.

"I could say the same about you, Romanoff," I tease her, smirking when Steve's face blushes a bright pink shade.

"The two of you were loud last night," Scott comments.

"You all heard us?" Steve suddenly starts to panic a little.

"I don't even remember it that well," Nat mutters under her breath.