Brooklyn - Bucky X OC Love Story

9 - Before You Go

Bucky and Emilia spent the entire day together. Not wanting a second apart before he left tomorrow morning, Emilia was a nervous wreck but hid it as best as she could. This wasn't how she envisioned her honeymoon, but she wouldn't have traded it for anything.

"Just think, Mrs. Barnes. In a week or two, we'll be back in Brooklyn, Steve will help me build us a porch swing. We can get that photo shoot with the leaves falling around us, too." Bucky beamed. He could feel how nervous she was, how terrified she was for tomorrow. He couldn't just let her worry, he'd do anything to ease her anxiety. He refused to admit that he was just as nervous, but he had a pretty good reason to make it out alive.

Emilia smiled up at Bucky, squeezing onto his bicep a little more as they walked the streets of Switzerland together. "Do you really think Steve can build a porch swing?" She teased.

Bucky let out a loud laugh, putting his hand over Emilia's as it clutched onto his other arm. "He'll supervise." He said with a shrug. "What are the chances your fathers going to kill me when he finds out I married you without asking?" He blurted out. He wanted to do everything right. He wanted to ask her father's permission and get down on one knee, have a traditional wedding with a big flowy dress. But he couldn't help himself, he had to have her, he didn't want to wait until after whatever horrors happened tomorrow. He would've preferred to at least meet her parents first, but he figured he had all the time in the world after this mission to make it up to them.

Emilia let out a quiet giggle, leaning her head onto Bucky's arm for a moment. "He won't. He did the same thing with my mother. My grandpa specifically told him he wasn't allowed to marry my mom, he did it anyway." She bragged. She smiled at the memory of her parents love story, 36 years together. They met as teenagers, married when they were barely adults. They survived the distance while her father went off to World War 1, they survived him coming home traumatized. They survived Emilia's mother almost dying during childbirth, then survived Emilia's mother being diagnosed with breast cancer when Emilia was a young girl. Her father took care of her mother until she went into remission, a miracle in itself, all so they could have their life together. It was like all the stars aligned, all the luck in the world came together so they could have their fairytale. She hoped her and Bucky would be just as lucky.

"Good. We have something in common, if he would've told me no, it wouldn't have stopped me anyway." Bucky admitted proudly.

The two walked back to Emilia's living quarters for the night, determined to spend every second they had left together. Emilia headed into her bathroom nervously, she knew tonight was her wedding night, tonight her and Bucky finally took the next step in their relationship. As excited as she was, she was nervous. She knew Bucky was well experienced in comparison to herself. Bucky was the only man she ever kissed, he would be the only man she ever kissed, the only man she'd ever make love to as well. She changed into a white silk nightgown, pinning her hair up for the night and washing her face before making her way back out into her living quarters. Bucky was already stripped down to his undershirt and his boxers.

Bucky walked up to Emilia, wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding her against his chest. "I love you, Em." He promised. He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment with his wife.

Emilia wrapped her arms around his torso, holding herself as closley to him as she could. "I love you, James." She promised back. She breathed in his scent, enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her. This mission felt different, it terrified her.

"Everything will be fine. I'll get this over with tomorrow, and we'll be on the next flight to Brooklyn." Bucky reassured her. He lightly rubbed his hands up her back, feeling her warm skin on his hands aside from the silk of her nightgown as it snagged in his hands.