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Bucky woke before Addison, her soft breaths forcing a smile onto his lips.

He had only slept for a few hours, something he was far too used to doing. There was usually a reason to his sleep deprivation, and todays was he needed to deal with Warner before he could take Addison away for the day before the commission meeting. His anxiety was growing with each moment, his desire to become the boss growing, so he could reign amongst New York with his wife by his side, where they could become the King and Queen of the underworld, mending the shadows, the darkness to their will. A heavy sigh left his lips as he pulled himself from his brain, turning to face his wife, her sleeping features bringing a sense of peace over his body, his left hand cupping her cheek, a smile forming on her lips at the recognition of his touch. Even in her sleep she knew who he was.

The love Bucky had for Addison was painful, his heart savagely clenching any time something happened to her, only to twist uncomfortably when he sought comfort from her soft touch. He hated the parts in the morning where he had to pry himself out of bed, leaving her alone in the massive sea of covers. With a quiet groan he slipped out of the sheets, pulling on his sweatshirt before he made his way down the hall, heading towards the room that Warner was in, pausing outside his door to make sure he heard shuffling, sighing in relief when he did. As he looked at the wood, he raised three knuckles to the door, knocking gently. "Come in!" Warner's exhausted voice cut through the silence of the house like a knife, Bucky pushed the door in quietly shutting it behind him.

Warner was sitting at the head of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Bucky hadn't realized how tired Warner looked last night when he brought him to the house. "Warner, where have you been sleeping all this time?" Bucky questioned, sitting down on the foot of the bed, turning slightly to see Warner drop his head slightly. "Park benches, sometimes behind dumpsters in alleyways." Warner spoke quietly, his voice laced with shame as Bucky shook his head. "You don't have to anymore, I just finished development on a new complex in the financial district," Bucky explained, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as a yawn slipped past his lips, "if you'd take the job I'd want you to run it, it's a legitimate business. The feds won't shut it down." Bucky explained, seeing Warner snap his head up, brows furrowed. "Why are you being so kind to me, you're known as the most ruthless man in New York."

"Your sister brought out a whole other side of me," Bucky spoke, running his thumb absentmindedly over the tattoo on his chest, a smile forming on his lips, "you're her brother, and even if I want to kill you for what you did to my own sister, I want to give you a chance to be a good brother to your own." Bucky explained, seeing Warner nod, slinking down in the bed. "Thank you for giving me a chance, tell me what I need to do for the building and I'll do it, I promise." Warner stated, seeing Bucky offer a smile, heading towards the door to go get his paperwork from the car. "Want some coffee?" Bucky asked, pausing with his fingers wrapped around the door handle, turning to face his brother in law. "Yeah, coffee sounds fantastic."

The pair quietly walked out of the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen.

"You know, when mom found out that I had met Addison, she told me I was a disgrace," Warner spoke quietly, the pain written clearly on his face as he sat at the bar, watching Bucky move around the kitchen, "I didn't even have to tell her I ordered men to attack her, or the fact that she just sat and took it, or the fact that we both agreed to never think of each other again, I was just a disgrace who broke her trust by being curious over my sister." Warner explained, lacing his fingers together as they sat against the cool counter top. "I had never wished to have more family around more than in that moment, but I knew that I burned that bridge with her, how could she forgive me for being so cruel."