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A breath of relief left Addison's lips as she sat down on the couch in their penthouse.

Bucky fought his father, arguing that they needed space, his parents were around too much for their marriage to continue to flourish and she wasn't comfortable spilling all her secrets around Rebecca and Sam. The less people knew, the less people could be hurt. "Here," Bucky murmured, placing a blanket around her shoulders before leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead, lips lingering against her skin, smiling when she wrapped her arms around his waist, securing his warmth against him, "are you hurting sweet girl?" Bucky asked, bringing his hand to the back of her head to smooth down the hair, holding her head against his chest. Addison shook her head, moving so her chin rested against his solid chest, "Yes, but not enough to take my medication yet."

The penthouse silent, dark except for the city lights spilling in from the floor to ceiling windows, the pillows on the couch were tossed aside from where Steve was sleeping on the couch, bullet holes still lined the walls from Charles men coming after her. Yet, with all the tragedy that happened, the lonely space at the top of the building was home, it was where she woke up after Bucky saved her life, it's where they fell in love, it's where he laid her across the counter top and tattooed his initial into her flesh. She pressed her face back into his chest, a deep breath pushing from her lungs, only to be filled by the scent of peppermint bark, a scent she had mentioned to Bucky briefly, and he insisted that the house have candles of the smell year round.

She was buying herself time, but she knew he was waiting.

"Sit on the table in front of me." Addison spoke gently, taking his hand as he stepped back, lowering down onto the black glass coffee table. "Tell me what you know sweet girl," Bucky whispered, running his thumbs across her knuckles, "tell me how to bring them down." He was gentle, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips, a chaste kiss pressing against the skin. "The Odin's control the heavy drug rings, their shipments come in Monday and Friday, Parker's control the money laundering, they have politicians in their back pocket, Rhodes' have their hands in everything," Addison explained softly, a shaky breath leaving her lips before she met Bucky's gaze, his free hand coming up to cup her jaw, running his thumb against her bottom lip.

"The Odin's use the harbor north of the city, the Parker's main warehouse is in the east, on seventeenth, shut that down and the politicians have no reason to help them." Addison explained, her eyes never leaving Bucky's as he gave her a small smile, nodding his acknowledgment. "If you shut that down then you subsequently shut the Rhodes' down, they don't want to be involved if you have the politician's in your back pocket." Addison said, squeezing Bucky's hand gently, her ring shimmering in the city lights. "You're gonna help me sweet girl," Bucky spoke as he leaned forward, his palm pressed against her cheek while her forehead pressed against his, the brush of their noises making both of them smile, "you're going to help me make the commission crumble. We will sit on the top."

She watched his smile brighten when she matched his gaze.

Bucky leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers, a silent seal of their deal, his hands dropping to her hips gently, careful of the wound on her back. The kiss was all of their desires, messy, teeth clashing against each other as Addison stood, moving to straddle his lap. "I'm sorry," he breathed out against her lips, nipping at the skin while she smiled, knees hitting the glass table while she wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, "I'm sorry I believed Stark, I'm sorry I let those fuckers hurt you." He spoke out, his voice gritty, full of need as her tongue slipped out, running against his bottom lip. "I love you," Addison reminded, tightening her arms around his neck, his hands squeezing her hips gently, "I love you even when your emotions get to your head, when you second guess yourself." She whispered, sealing her lips against his, smiling when he trailed his hands up her sides.