𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

warnings: smut and kidnapping

☆゜·。。·゜゜·。。·゜★

"Look at you," Steve smiled, sticking his hand out for Addison while she laughed, twirling around for him before hugging him tightly, "been a while since I've seen you dressed for power, you look great."

Bucky placed his arm around Addison's waist once more, his wedding band sparkling in the light while Warner walked up to his sister, kissing her forehead and hugging her slightly. "It's been a while since I've been out at an event," Addison's own arm wrapped around Bucky's waist, resting her head on his shoulder, "everyone's been so busy." Bucky's lips pressed to the top of her head as they looked over the balcony at the people filling the first floor of their art gallery. Events like this were crucial for networking, but Bucky couldn't take his eyes off the way his wife lit up the room.

"I have a surprise for you," Bucky whispered against her temple, his lips closing to place a soft kiss against the skin, "I want to show you before we're swallowed by our duties."

Addison nodded, stepping out of his arm only to lock her elbow in his, smiling up at him. Bucky wanted to melt, she was his, a deep plum dress hugged every inch of her body, a high neckline making her face a focal point, while she was still just a bit risqué with a high slit, but she was Bucky's wife, and he wanted nothing more than to ravish her. But instead, he cleared his throat, leading her down the extravagant hallways, artwork covering every inch of space, Addison's eyes trailing the pieces that were worth millions of dollars, only to fumble to a stop at a new room she had never been to.

And then she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked up at Bucky, who smiled down at her, pulling her closer to press a kiss to her forehead.

The Williams Room, constructed in honor of Derek Williams.

"Does Warner know?" Addison's voice was shaky as Bucky kept her close, swaying them in the hallway, her arms wrapping around his waist while her head rested in the crook of his neck.

"Yes," Bucky smiled down at his wife, moving his hands up to cup her face, "it was meant to be a Christmas gift, but this is part of the reason I've been so busy, I don't mean to neglect you, my love," Bucky's hand slid down her back, his palm spreading across the curve of her ass and pulling her flush against him, "I know I'm not the best, but I love you, more than-" he was cut off by Addison pulling his head down, pressing her lips to his. He melted against her, gripping her skin and pouring every emotion into his kiss to her. He loved his wife more than anything in the world and from the way she was pouring her love into him once more, taking away any doubts he had accumulated over the months. She was his and she was not going anywhere.

"It's okay," Addison whispered as she pulled away, wiping away some of the lipstick that was smeared on his lower lip, "I love you, let's go get this over with."

Bucky smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist once more, leading them back to the room where everyone was waiting for them to start the gala. Alcohol was being served, and soon Addison and Bucky would separate to mingle with the elite of New York, then they would meet back up so they could help with the auction. It was pocket money for Bucky, and most of it would return back to the gala to continue supporting art programs for young children, and it gave the rich a chance to show off.

The sound of conversation was loud as Addison and Bucky walked up to the balcony, a glass of champagne being handed to Addison while Bucky was handed a glass of scotch, the music was dying down, lights dimming so only the Barnes were illuminated brightly. Addison's diamond ring sparkled as Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of her head, waiting for the silence to overcome the ballroom. Once it did, he rose his glass into the air, smiling brightly.