Somehow managed to finish this, even though it is technically Monday (my time). Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! I'm going to attempt to sleep, now. I forgot how drained my second job is, after being off for a month. It was only 13 hours total this weekend that I worked there, but it's pretty demanding physically.
Also, WHEN DID I HIT 25K READS????? THANK YOU EVERYONE SO MUCH AND I TRULY HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO LIKE THIS STORY! <3 Artie
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"Hey! My man! Buck-nasty!" Sam greeted when they entered the dining room.
Bucky stopped short, appalled at the nickname. "Buck...? No. Don't call me that."
T'challa met his eyes from the head of the table and smirked. Bucky mouthed a 'thank you.' Unbeknownst to him, Mirjana did the same. Well, she tried to. She was off on her angle a little and was technically facing Ororo, but the king knew it was for him. That tongue action Bucky learned... if she wasn't already pregnant, she would be, now.
"Can we not discuss the most traumatic event in my life?" Yelena begged. She was, unfortunately for her, sat right next to Sam. The Falcon could NOT get enough of the fact that the grumpy, 100-something year old world's-deadliest-assassin was getting some ass.
"I've never seen Yelena get that upset about anything before," Natasha chuckled.
"Traumatizing," Yelena dramatized. Wanda nodded in agreement, having seen more than enough of Bucky's memories – many traumatizing for different reasons.
"You need to hurry and eat!" Shuri interrupted.
"Why?" Mirjana wondered. Bucky scooted her chair closer to his after she sat down.
"Because we need to have our dance-off!" Peter exclaimed.
"You were serious about that?" Mirjana had reached out to prepare a plate of simple toast, but knocked over the salt. Bucky, who was already busy making a plate for her, simply picked it up and placed the food in front of her.
"Of course we are serious!" Shuri said, offended.
"I've made the perfect playlist!" Wanda grinned.
Tony walked in the room and paused at the sight of the couple. "Where are your glasses?"
Mirjana shrugged. "They're useless and were giving me a headache. I elected not to wear them."
"Won't you worry about bumping into things?"
"I seem to always do fine without them." Bucky surreptitiously pushed her water glass closer to her hand as she reached for it. Tony chuckled, shaking his head.
"Okay, sure. I've been meaning to talk to the two of you."
Bucky tensed. This was how the first conversation started before the big blow out days earlier. Tony (being a genius and all) noticed the change in body language.
"No, I promise I won't yell, again. Pepper made me promise I would do this before she left this morning," he assured.
Mirjana looked around the table, squinting. "Is Pepper not here?"
"No," Tony frowned with concern. "She's not. You sure you can see fine?"
"Well enough," she answered before shoving half a piece of toast in her mouth. Already having devoured two slices, Bucky buttered up a few more. This had been baby Barnes' craving the past couple of days.
"She said to tell you goodbye, but there was a meeting she needed to be present for back home," Tony continued. "I want to start off with the apology. I am sorry, Barnes. It was wrong of me to say I forgave you, and then immediately shout at you for what you did as Hydra's zombie-robot murder machine. Even if the crimes were horrible–"
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Fanfiction**Warning: 18+, due to violence, sex, and dark themes** Another victim of Hydra. She was only supposed to be temporary, but one thing she discovers is that The Asset likes consistency. And he doesn't like to share. **I don't own any characters from...
