Final Edits

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Please Don't Let Me Go - Olly Murs

A week later, just as scheduled, you're putting the last touches on the photos for Andy when Bucky comes home. You're working at the dining room table to the left of the front door, completely engrossed in your laptop.

Bucky
"Hey!"

Y/n
"Hey!"

You turn your head slightly but keep your eyes locked on the screen.

Bucky
"What are you working on?"

Y/n
"Last commission, I've got a client coming in an hour or so to pick it up."

Bucky
"And then...?"

Y/n
"And then I'm done working, I promise."

Flicking through the photos to do last checks, you begin to save all of the finished products to Andy's file. You then feel Bucky stand behind you and wrap his arms round your shoulders.

Bucky
"I'm sorry, I'm just anxious about you carrying heavy equipment everywhere and having the baby on a green screen."

You laugh at him as he places a kiss on your cheek and heads through to the kitchen.

Bucky
"Do you need anything?"

Y/n
"Tequila?"

Bucky
"You're hilarious."

His voice is thick with sarcasm, a trait that has increased massively thanks to your influence, not that you thought it possible.

Y/n
"I know I am. But I could seriously murder a cup of tea?"

Bucky
"Coming right up."

Closing your laptop lid, you push yourself up from the table and waddle through to the kitchen to join Bucky.

Y/n
"How was your day?"

Bucky
"Welcomed in some new recruits. I don't know what Fury's planning but we're getting more every month."

Y/n
"Well then he's either worried about something in particular or being his usual overly cautious self."

Bucky
"Whatever it is, I'm not getting involved."

Y/n
"Liar."

Bucky
"Hey!"

Y/n
"Oh come on! As soon as things go south you'll be first up to lend a vibranium hand. It's what I love about you."

Rolling his eyes at you, Bucky goes back to pouring the boiled water over your tea bag and milk. Peering over the counter you see the milky liquid rise to the edge of the cup.

Y/n
"Did you just do milk first?"

Frowning in confusion, he hands over the mug of steaming tea.

Y/n
"I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed."

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