The Sergeant, The Soldier, The Survivor

34: Together Again (Lemon)

Warning! This chapter includes sexy scenes!

 Bucky held my hand in his gloved one as we walked through the streets of New York towards his flat. He often wore gloves when in an environment where nobody knew of his vibranium arm just to keep it hidden. He took me up the stairs of a slightly worn down building, unlocking a wooden door and leading me into his dark flat as his curtains were drawn. He flicked on the light switch and I furrowed my eyebrows at how bare the place was.

"Is this... everything?" I asked and he shrugged, chucking the keys on the small kitchen counter. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Wanna get straight into the action?" He teased, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"No, I meant to pack your clothes!" I laughed, pushing him away.

"I don't have a bedroom," he shrugged.

"Where do you sleep? On that sofa?" I joked and he shook his head.

"Nah, just there," he pointed to a space beyond his sofa and it was merely a pillow and a blanket.

"You've seriously been sleeping on the floor?" I exclaimed.

"Honestly there's only a few clothes I need to get," he ignored my exclamation, heading to a chest of drawers and pulling out random items of clothing and shoving them in a holdall. "Done."

"You can't be serious, that's all you had?" I asked. Something seemed to click in his mind and he went to one of the kitchen cupboards which barely had anything in it and pulled out a tin. "What's in there?" I asked curiously, walking up to him. He sighed and gave it to me, it being a simple yet slightly rusty silver tin box. I took off the lid and gasped when I saw its contents. "You kept them," I muttered, pulling out one of the letters I had sent him after I left Wakanda.

"I read all of them. I couldn't throw them out," he said quietly and I tried to fight a smile as I looked up at him, leaning up on my toes and pecking his lips quickly. "I love you," he whispered, staring at me longingly, a look I had rarely seen since Wakanda.

"I love you too," I whispered. "Is this everything?"

"Yeah, think so- oh, wait," he slung it over his shoulder and went to another cupboard and I couldn't help but laugh when he revealed a cloth and a bottle of metal polish. I had to bit my lip to stop the laughter. We left the apartment and caught a taxi to JFK airport, something Bucky felt uncomfortable with given what he had done to the man the airport was named after. On the way we passed the old Avengers Tower, it having been neglected since the break up of the Avengers and the Blip on top of that. We held hands as we walked through the airport to comfort each other, it taking a little longer due to Bucky's arm triggering the metal detectors, then catching a flight to DC which was where we finally were at 20:00.

We were soon in another taxi heading to my apartment building, it being nicer than Bucky's, something he noted as we got into the lift to get to my floor. "Here we are... home sweet home I guess," I looked up at him.

"I like the sound of that," he said, following me into my place. The main room was open plan with a kitchen area near the door, an island with bar stools, the walls decorated with wallpaper made to look like wood. Beyond that was the living space, it being a little cosier than the modern kitchen, a long corner sofa taking up most of the space and a flat screen TV hung on the wall. At the far end there was a small balcony that housed a couple of dying plants. "Wow..."

"It's quite small... the bathrooms through there and the bedrooms through there," I gestured the two doors that led out of the main space. He dumped his rucksack and holdall by the door, walking further into the room. "You like it?"