𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛☘︎︎

Warnings: death, gun violence, blood

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

Bucky's voice cut through the bedroom as he slammed the door open, the handle hitting the drywall so hard picture frames rattled on both side. His wife laid on the bed in his jersey, sheets still tangled around her legs as she blinked quickly, trying to adjust to the light while Bucky stormed into the room. The door flung shut, the slam once again rattling the walls, his gray sweatpants were low on his hips, and his chest was blushed red, a sign that he was angry. "I'm not sure what you're talking about?" Addison asked, pushing up against the silken sheets, leaning against the headboard, looking at him with those sleepy blue eyes he's fallen in love with. For a moment, he forgot why he was mad as sat down on the bed, letting out a soft breath when her warm hand placed itself on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "Bucky, talk to me." She whispered, pulling him back so his head would rest in her lap. "Charles, what the fuck are you thinking." He murmured, eyes fluttering shut when she ran her hands through his hair.

Fuck her, and her soothing touches.

"I was thinking, we could finally get this target off the back of my head." Addison whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, smiling when he tilted his head back further to capture her lips with his. "Sweet girl, I'm supposed to be protecting you." Bucky whispered against her lips when they curled into a smile, her fingers threading through his hair once again. "You're life is on pause, your commission meeting has been pushed back another two months because of this, if we can end it, why don't we?" Addison questioned softly, her voice carrying over his body and settling against his skin like the warm summer sun, relaxing him into her touch. "I can't let you get hurt sweet girl, I just can't. I wasn't prepared last time." Bucky murmured, turning his head to press a wet kiss to the skin of her thigh, a soft giggle leaving her lips as his scruff touched the sensitive skin. "I'm not going to get hurt Bucky." She whispered, curling over his body so he was cocooned in her, the smell of warm vanilla filling his senses, intoxicating his brain, relaxing his body. "How do you know sweet girl?"

"Because you'll be there, and you'll be ready."

The sun hadn't even broken over the horizon yet, and here Addison was, submitting herself over to him, proving to him how much she trusted him, how much she loved him. And his heart fucking burst at the realization. He slid from her lap, rolling onto his side and opening his arm to her, allowing her to mold into his body. "I'm sorry sweet girl, I didn't realize the time." Bucky whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead, smiling as her eyes fell shut again, the rise and fall of her chest slowing as she drifted in and out of a peaceful sleep. "I was going to tell you," She mumbled, her voice muted against the expanse of his chest, his hands moving through her hair, fingers pausing to massage her scalp, "I didn't agree that long ago, I just wanted to know what made you mad." She whispered, before she drifted back into her slumber, holding onto Bucky tightly as he pulled the sheets up around her again.

He knew he may have jumped the gun, the panic of losing her had taken over every vein he had, settling into his stomach and making it churn in unpleasant ways. But hearing that she had only went to seek out what made him so upset, was like a dagger pressing into his stomach and twisting, blending up his organs in a sickly manner. She loved him so much, he knew she had troubled to sleep that night, he could feel it as he drifted into his slumber, but he didn't know that he was the cause of it. Three knocks sounded against the wood of his door, a sigh leaving his lips as Bucky made sure his wife was covered, protecting her modesty. "Come in." His voice was a normal octave, not too loud to wake her, but not quiet enough where he couldn't be heard. Steve pushed the door open just enough to peek his head in, careful to not piss his brother off more than they had. "I'm not going to shoot you, come on." Bucky murmured, watching as Steve shut the door behind him.