Love that Lasts Forever

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A/N: words: 2998. hey i have a plot now lmao. i promise i know what im doing i am just severely unhinged. also this is a lot of angst that came from nowhere so yeah #slayed. oh also: Я позабочусь о ней: I'll take care of her (>:)) anyway, enjoy!

"You're the worst." Bucky shouted as he bobbed up and down in the water, hair falling over his eyes. San grinned, laughter bubbling from his chest. He and Bucky had made the decision to fix the dock to their desired design, mostly only functional for the ceremony. Fixing it together might've been a bad idea. "The absolute worst."

"Get out of the water, you idiot." Sam yelled, his legs hanging over the side of the dock. "And don't you dare pull me into the water." Sam warned, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.

"Whatever." Bucky muttered, hoisting himself up beside Sam. "You're an ass." Sam snorted, getting up from his sitting position, grabbing the drill to continue what they had sought out to do. Bucky laid down, legs still hanging over the dock.

"Can you at least help me, maybe?"

"I'm good." Bucky told him, eyes passing over Sam. "Enjoying the view." Sam rolled his eyes, shoving the drill in his face as it spun. Bucky grinned, laughter falling from his lips.

"You're incredibly annoying." Sam muttered, going back to what he was doing with his signature shy smile.

"Who adores staring at you." Bucky added, only doing this to get Sam's reaction. Sam sighed, a bit exaggerated, continuing to do whatever he was doing, pointedly ignoring his fiancé. Bucky scoffed, his eyes tracking Sam. Beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, the heat of Louisiana summer taking its toll. They had already passed the first week of August, this being the last main project for the wedding. It was surreal to both of them, having this stretch of time come to a close. Suits and dresses were altered, a cake had been chosen, invitations had been sent out. It was just the waiting game now. They had decided not to do bachelor parties, or a rehearsal dinner. ("Why am I practicing eating, Sam?" "I'm going to ignore that fact you just quoted Friends."). It wasn't like they had a big friend group, or a need for bachelor parties. Bucky was 107, for gods sake. At most, they planned to have Sarah, Yelena, Joaquin, Shuri and the boys over the night before, a small dinner before everything became hectic the next day.

Bucky had kept his gaze on Sam, in tune to everything that was Sam. Listening to him humming whatever song was playing on Bucky's phone, watching as he dragged planks of wood around the nearly finished dock, skin gleaming in the sunlight, as if he was an angel sent from above. Glowing in this light, Bucky wasn't sure he'd ever seen something so beautiful. And he was marrying him.

This man in front of him, flesh and bone glowing with an angelic aura, wings and halo hidden as to make it seem like he was normal. But, Sam had never been normal to Bucky. Never been 'just Sam'. He was truly that angelic figure that came and held him so he wouldn't crash and burn. That hidden gem in a world turned to dust. Nothing could amount to whatever Sam was to Bucky. It was more than love, more than anything he had ever felt before. And maybe that's not much to live up to. If you're given scars your entire life, the moment someone patches them up will feel heavenly. So, you search deeper. You think, how much can a person love someone? How much are they willing to give up just to love that person? And it's infinite. And it's surpassing life and death and heaven and hell. If Sam is a religion, he'll pray until his knees go out. If Sam was an ocean he'd drown. If Sam was the new coming daylight he'd let himself be bathed it in. If Sam was an addiction he'd never quit, let his mind become blank, the only memory left being Sam. It was Sam, or it was no one.

And he got to marry this man, this angel in disguise, this beautiful compass that led Bucky straight home, straight to his heart.

"What'cha thinkin' about?" Sam muttered, kneeling beside him as he drilled in a plank of wood into the frame of the dock. Bucky smiled warmly, turning to look at Sam.