All Grown Up: Green Series 12 (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve x Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)

Nine

"Who's Cousin Marjorie?" Oliver asked, looking up from one of the guest lists.

Glancing up, Steve noticed that it was from their side of the family, and Bucky answered, "My third cousin."

"Third cousin," Oliver quirked a brow, unimpressed.

"Yeah," Bucky confirmed, taking a drink of his brownie creamer with a splash of dark roast coffee. He explained, "She's Aunt Diana's daughter's son's stepdaughter."

Oliver redirected his attention to Steve, asking, "Did you invite her to your wedding?"

"I'm not sure she was born yet, dear," Steve smiled, giving his son's hand a soothing squeeze.

"So," Oliver paused, rereading her name on the list, "Do we have to invite her?"

"It's your wedding, you don't have to invite anyone that you don't want to," Steve assured while Bucky was scandalized, "She's family."

"She's family that I don't even remember what she looks like, let alone remember meeting her," Oliver complained.

Returning to the dining table with Oliver's tea and his own coffee, Rhodey sat beside his fiancé and said, "We can circle back to her."

Oliver sighed, but nodded. Putting a dot next to Cousin Marjorie's name. Then, he moved his fathers' lists so he could write a few names onto his own list. Glancing between his own and Rhodey's lists to make sure that they hadn't written the same people down, Rhodey kissed his cheek.

Taking a drink of his lavender tea, Oliver asked, "How are we looking on the budget?"

"We're fine," Bucky assured with a kind smile.

Flipping through one of the wedding magazines targeted towards alphas, Rhodey said, "See? Told you."

In reply to his fiancé, Oliver blew a raspberry at him. Steve knew that the younger omega was stressed. After all, weddings were a lot of work. And trying to have a wedding on a budget while having a large family like theirs wasn't easy. Steve had been there, done that. And while both the Barneses and the Rhodes were helping with the finances, Ollie was still stressed.

"We could always hire a planner," Steve suggested. "Your father and I had one. And I don't know what I would've done without them."

Oliver worried his lower lip, thinking about it. Rhodey scent-marked over his back and agreed with his soon-to-be father-in-law, "That could help. Might take some of the pressure off of us so we could enjoy all of this, ya know?"

"Yeah, while costing an arm and a leg," Oliver grumbled.

As if he had been waiting for this moment, Bucky unhooked his advanced mechanical prosthetic arm and extended it to their oldest. The twenty-four year old couldn't help but laugh. Seeming to relax, Ollie conceded, "Fine. I'll look into it."

Steve gave Oliver's hand another squeeze while Bucky put his prosthetic back on. Ollie brought his attention back to the planning and shoved the lined-papers of guest lists away from himself. Picking up a wedding magazine featuring unique omega bride and groom attire, Ollie distracted himself with that.

Steve shared a look with Bucky before returning to his own magazine. Dog-earing the pages that he thought the engaged couple might find interesting. Anything from themes to flowers to doves to speeches. If he thought it might help make this time a little less stressful, he carefully folded the top corner of the page.

Entering the kitchen, Cori rounded the corner to enter the mudroom. Interest piqued, Steve looked over her curled blonde hair and the pastel pink turtleneck. Complimenting the teen, "You look nice."

"You think?" She asked, pulling on a pair of ankle boots.

"Very nice," Bucky confirmed. "Ya goin' somewhere?"

"Uh," Cori straightened and tugged her clothes back into place. Making sure that the larger cozy sweater was hanging on her body just right. "Yeah, the movies."

"Oh," Steve and Bucky shared a glance. The alpha stood and said, "I was just about to pick up dinner, so I can drop you guys off. Are your sisters ready?"

"Actually, they're not going."

Steve's brows arched high on his forehead, glancing at his husband.

Cori good-naturedly scoffed, playing nonchalant, "And you don't need to drop me off, dad. I have a ride already."

Her answer kept Steve's attention. Asking, "Who are you going with?"

"A friend."

"A special friend?" Oliver teased, taking a deliberate sip of his lavender tea, as if he knew more than he did. Reminding Steve that their Aunt Nattie had rubbed off on them just as much as he and Bucky had.

Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and asked, "Shouldn't you be at your own house? Like, I thought you moved out."

"Definitely a special –"

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang. Immediately, all of the Barneses glanced in the direction of the front door. Cori took off like a shot for the door, but wasn't able to make it in time. Instead, bumping into Bitsy as she came to inform her sister that, "Your date's here."

"Date?" The men asked, looking at Cori.

Mildly amused that the teen thought she could get away with going on a date without her fathers meeting them, Steve stood from his seat at the table and said, "Well, invite them in."

"Do I have to?" Cori asked, face scrunched up in inevitable on-coming embarrassment.

"You know the rules," Steve reminded, standing from the dining table. "We need to meet anyone you leave the house with."

Cori sighed in her annoyance while Bitsy invited her sister's date into the house. After all of the people that Ollie had dated, Steve wasn't sure what to expect. But the young looking teen wasn't it.

"Dad, pops, this is Cameron," Cori rushed, grasping his arm and pulling him towards the front door. "You've seen him, now we can –"

"Cordelia," Bucky warned, gesturing for them to come back. Extending his hand towards the boy, he said, "Nice to meet you, Cameron."

"Likewise, Mr. Barnes," the teen's voice cracked.

Steve smiled and held his own hand out to him in the same manner, "Hi."

"Hi," Cameron smiled.

He was a little soft spoken, so Steve reached up to casually turn up his hearing aid. Cameron sweetly smiled, showing off green braces that matched the green sweater he was wearing. All in all, Steve was just glad that he looked to be the same age as his daughter.

"So," Bucky prompted, tilting his head to the side, really studying him. "How do you two know each other?"

"School," Cori said, and Cameron added, "Since fifth grade."

Steve couldn't help but melt a little at that. Idly wondering if the scrawny brunet and his daughter could end up like Ollie and Rhodey. Sure, it was silly, but his heart had already made the decision to wish that kind of relationship for each of his children.

"Well, we don't want to miss the previews," Cori started, practically dragging her date towards the front door, and nearly colliding with Nevie.

"How are you getting there?" Bucky asked, following the pair. "I don't imagine that you can drive, Cameron."

"No, sir. My mom," Cameron answered, earnestly. He gestured over his shoulder to the driveway, "She's waiting..."

"Oh, okay," Bucky sheepishly conceded as Steve said, "Text us if you need a ride, alright?"

"Yup," Cori shoved Cameron out of the house. As she pulled the door shut, she added, "Love you, bye!"

"Love you," her fathers echoed.

Once the door was closed, the two men just stood there for a moment. All the while, Oliver prophesied from the living room, "And so it begins."