request: Maybe 40s mob Bucky or Steve or Both reuniting with reader and just cuddles?
pairing: mob!steve rogers x fem!reader x mob!bucky barnes
summary: steve and bucky will always come home to you.
word count: 1,131
warnings?: mob au, slight angst but happy ending, fluff, pet name (sugar), not proofread
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You loved your husbands. Really, truly, you did. You loved Steve and Bucky with all your heart. You were proud to have the Rogers-Barnes name, to wear your wedding ring that they gave you, to be a part of their world. But, that was not to say that there were not pitfalls in your marriage. Steve and Bucky's line of work proved to be dangerous, even for you, someone who still sat on the outskirts of it all. You weren't ignorant to it all, of course, but your husbands were careful to shield you from the particulars.
And so, whenever Steve and Bucky disappeared for long periods of time, you never knew if you needed to prepare to be a widow or to not worry because they would come back safely to you ever time. Usually they weren't gone that long, sometimes a week or two tops. While you still worried, the worry never lasted long. But this time, it felt different. As you were nearing the end of the second week, you couldn't stop yourself from giving into the anxiety that was quickly overwhelming you.
You were never the type of person who went out all that much. You were very much a homebody. And when Steve and Bucky were home? It was amazing. Your little corner of the world was the only place you wanted to be. You were happy to just stay home with them, baking new recipes from books they found for you, curling up on one of their laps while they read the morning newspaper, wrapping yourself up in their arms as you fell asleep in your shared bed.
But when you were alone? God, it almost made you feel sick. Trips to the grocery store were more anxiety-inducing. Having to go out to pick up the mail made you want to cry. It took everything in you to not breakdown when you had to do things on your own. Because, as much as you were homebody, you were not built for a life alone.
And that, perhaps, was why it was so hard to take Steve and Bucky's absence. You missed your loves. You missed the way they would take care of you, standing by your side when you needed a helping hand, doing things for you entirely when it became too hard to do on your own. You liked being taken care of, and when you had to be alone? It was hell.
So when this inkling of anxiety bloomed in the pit of your stomach, it made you want to keel over. You weren't sure what you would do if you didn't hav them. Their job was dangerous, you always knew that and you had signed up for this life, but...That didn't mean that you wanted to consider a future without them.
All you wanted was for them to come home. To quell this anxiety. To let you know they were safe, they were sound, and that you had them all to yourself before they had to go out and put their lives at risk again. If you could have some peace of mind for just a day, for just a moment, you would be satisfied.
But this wasn't quite what you asked for. Coming home from the horrible experience of going to the grocery store, with the noisy buggies and buzzing lights and too many people crammed into a small space and Mrs. Otis screaming at the cashier for not applying her expired coupon, needed to be something that was relaxing. You needed to just put away your items, to unwind that knot built up in the pit of your stomach, to try and find something to calm your mind again.
So, when you walked in and saw Bucky on the couch, stitching up Steve's shoulder, Steve's crimson blood staining Bucky's fingers? It took everything in you to not collapse right then and there.
Bucky's head shot up when he heard you shut the door, the click-clack of your kitten heels echoing off the hardwood floors. "Hey sugar," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a tired smile. "Missed ya."
Steve twisted his head around, his soft blue eyes lighting up as he saw you. "C'mere, sugar. Need someone to hold my hand, yeah? Buck's tryin' to make sure I cry from this, swear to God."
You surged forward, taking a seat beside Steve. You grabbed his hand, your eyes falling down to the bowl in his lap, a bullet inside. You wanted to throw up. "What happened?"
"Some kid tried to play a game too big for him," Steve said, hissing as Bucky continued stitching his shoulder. "Bullet barely grazed me, but Buck's makin' a bigger deal out of it."
"Because you know Sugar would want me to make sure you're okay," Bucky tutted. "Don't act like I'm torturin' you for the hell of it. 'Cause if I was, this would be a helluva lot more painful."
"Don't say that," you said.
Bucky's eyes softened as he finished off the stitches. "I'm sorry, sugar. I didn't mean that. Just upset that Stevie got hurt."
"You're home now, though. You're safe. You're home," you said, watching as Bucky stood, taking away the equipment and the bowl. He walked to the kitchen, washing his hands to rid himself of Steve's blood. You tucked yourself into Steve's side, burying your face in his chest. "You're both home. We're together, and we're safe."
"I'm sorry we were gone so long," Steve whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "And I'm sorry I got blood on your new rug."
Bucky reappeared on your other side, sitting down and reaching out to rub your back. "Shh," he hushed. "We said we weren't gonna tell her til I got the stain out."
You turned your head, narrowing your eyes out at him. "Just because I'm happy you're home doesn't mean I won't chew you for stainin' my rug, Mr. Barnes."
"My apologies, Mrs. Barnes. How may I repay you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss you.
Steve cleared his throat. "Ahem, it's Mrs. Rogers-Barnes."
"And it might just be Mrs. Rogers if you keep bein' mean," you said, a teasing lilt in your voice.
Bucky gave a dramatic gasp. "You wouldn't!"
"I just might!" you laughed, your giggles overwhelming you as Bucky began pressing kisses all over your face, trying to smother you in his love. "Okay, okay, I won't! I won't!"
"Good," Bucky said, pressing a final kiss to your lips. "Cause I ain't lettin' you go."
"And neither am I, sugar," Steve said, kissing you, too. "Cause you're our home, and we will always come back to you."
