'𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.'
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Even if every memory from 1917 comes roaring back to you, being a former Hydra assassin means you can never get a break. Since Beverly is on a mission of redemption, she respo...
The sun peaks through the curtain, the wind blowing it open and bringing a breeze into the hut. I stretch and yawn as I wake up, feeling a body behind me. I turn to face Bucky, smiling as he looks at me. His eyes are hazed, showing his slight exhaustion. We were up all night, holding, hugging, kissing each other, trying not to wake the mountains. I know he doesn't regret it, but he will later when he can't make it through the day without taking a nap.
I stroke his cheek, my hands falling the wrap around the back of his neck and hold him close to me. He plays with a stray piece of hair that fell out of my braid, twirling it on the end of his finger. This peace will always be the highlight of my day. The highlight of the rest of my life.
The comfort is interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. I internally groan, Bucky making an audible noise as he sits up in the bed. He is clearly annoyed that someone wants us out of bed before we are needed to be. Usually, we get out of bed at a very late hour, the other not wanting them to leave their hold until absolutely necessary. Then we eat breakfast in the kitchen, us taking turns making food for each other. We take a bath, get changed, share stolen kisses, and then make out way into the mountains to start our day with the animals. But, that routine has been interrupted by the unknown person at our front door.
Bucky gets out from under the duvet, pulling his sweat pants on and a shirt, covering his chest that is glistening with sweat from our previous activities from last night. He pads towards the front door, his bare feet hitting the wooden panels. Instead of staying under the covers, where I know it is unlikely that Bucky will re-join me, I get out and put a shirt on, covering my bare chest. I slip some panties on, them being covered by Bucky's shirt that I am borrowing. Stealing is the right word, but don't tell Bucky that. It hangs on my mid-thigh, my fingertips peaking out the end of the sleeves.
Trailing behind Bucky, I see him open the door and install straighten his posture. I was too far away to hear the conversation at first, but when I get to stand behind him, I see a member of the Dora Milaje, dressed in her uniform. She smiles at us as she stands with her hands behind her back.
"You both are needed in the lab, immediately." She orders.
"Thank you." Bucky nods his head at her before shutting the door.
He turns from facing the door, kisses the crown of my head, grabs my hand, and guides me back to the bedroom. We get out of the clothes we quickly slipped on, throwing them into the hamper. We step into the shower together, the other using the soap and sponges to wash the other's body. When we step out, I towel dry my hair, tying it into a braid. I tie Bucky's hair into a bun at the back of his head, kissing his temple. We get changed into new clothes, holding hands as we leave the hut.
We make our way to the lab, not expecting what we walked into. A smile appears on my face when I see all the Avengers, but it quickly falls when I see their nervous expressions. My hold on Bucky's hand turns into me latching onto his arm, hanging off of him.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"We need help." Tony frowns.
"Help with what?"
"There is no other way to explain this without scaring you." Steve walks out from the group, coming towards Bucky and me. "We know of a potential threat that is coming to earth."
"Coming to earth?" Bucky speaks up. "This thing is from outer space?"
"Yes, and he is extremely dangerous. We need all the help we can get." Steve trembles.
The group begins to discuss their ideas for their next moves, but Bucky and I don't move from our frozen stances. We do move, however, when Bucky pulls me aside, away from the others. We stand in the corner of the room, our backs turned to the group.
"What do we do?" He panics.
"Hey, don't worry." I grab his face in my hands.
"I can't do this anymore, B." He whispers. "I can't keep fighting. I just want our peaceful life."
"I know."
He grabs my wrists that are in front of his face. He pulls me in for a kiss, our lips moulding perfectly to each other. The kiss is sweet, but I try to show my love and appreciation for him through my actions. I hold his face, my thumbs running on his cheeks. The kiss ends, and I look deep into his eyes.
"I want that too, Buck. But, we can't keep that life if we don't fight for it." I vouch. "We fight one more time, and then we can be happy. Together."
"Okay." He hesitantly agrees.
I grab his hand, pulling him back over to the group and into the conversation. With our presence next to them, the Avengers look over at us. They don't look at us expectedly, but their expressions are unreadable. A few of them look nervous, But Steve looks annoyed, glaring at Tony, who looks calm. Wanda looks pleadingly at Bucky and me as she holds Vision's hand. Sam looks like he is teetering on the edge of insanity, but what else is new about him?
"We're in," I confirm.
The group breaks out into smiles, looking proud and pleased with our decision. Hope flows through all of them, knowing that they have extra help to defeat whatever threat is coming for us. Although, I don't display that same smile. I agree with Bucky. I can't fight anymore, I don't have it in me. But, I know that in order to get that perfect life we are dreaming of, we need to keep fighting. I don't want a life constantly looking over my shoulder. I've lived like that practically my entire existence, and I need it to stop.
I don't want to have children in a world that is threatened by violence that even the Avengers are scared of.
