You, me and Vegas

Part 15

Warning- Fluff, pure fun.

Truth was, as much as she enjoyed the attention from Andy and the thrill of teasing him, deep down, all Peach really wanted was Bucky. Yes, Andy was handsome and polite and sweet, but he was not the man she loved. Her heart belonged to Bucky, and nothing was going to change that.

She remembers, the first night of sharing the bed, after living together for so many days. Bucky was nervous about it and Peach had to reassure him, they are just sharing a bed nothing more is going to happen.

That was her Bucky, the shy, noble and respective of people's personal space.

Peach oblivious to Andy's true intention, only flirted with him, just to distract herself from the hurt. Bucky not standing up for her, his asshole parents and her own realization that she had fallen in love with him.

Andy, meanwhile, was struggling more and more to keep his facade up, as he continued his stalling tactics.

Bucky veered the car off the main road and onto the sidewalk, much to Steve's horror.

"What are you doing?!" Steve yelled, his grip on the seat tightening even more. "You're on the sidewalk!!!"

"Relax," Bucky said, weaving the car through the pedestrians on the sidewalk. "It's a short cut. We'll get to city hall much faster this way."

"We're gonna cause an accident, or run over someone!" Steve protested, but Bucky ignored him. He only had one thing on his mind - getting to city hall and stopping Peach from signing the papers.

They were almost there now, the city hall in view. Bucky pushed the gas pedal harder, the car jolting forward. Steve closed his eyes, muttering silent prayers for their safety.

And then suddenly, there was a sharp noise, followed by a jolt. Bucky and Steve were thrown forward in their seats as the car came to a grinding halt. Bucky's heart sank as he realized what had happened.

"Oh no," he muttered, his voice filled with dread. "Please, no..."

Steve opened his eyes, looking around confused. "What happened?" he asked, still trying to calm down from the previous adrenaline rush.

"We hit something," Bucky said, unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Steve followed suit, both men rushing to the front to see what they had hit.

When they reached the front of the car, Bucky's fears were confirmed. Laying motionless on the hood of the car was a stray cat that Bucky hadn't seen in time to avoid. Its body was limp, eyes staring lifelessly ahead.

Just as Bucky was about to mourn over the poor cat, Steve looked closer and realized something. "Wait, Bucky," he said, gesturing towards the cat. "Look."

Bucky turned his gaze back to the cat, seeing what Steve saw now. Its body was unnaturally stiff and rigid. It looked more like a toy than a real cat.

A young boy approached them, his arms crossed defiantly. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice full of anger. "That's my cat."

Bucky looked down at the child, who was no more than eight years old. He glanced back at the toy cat on the hood of the car. "Is this yours?"

The boy nodded, his cute chubby face still angry. "Of course, it's mine," he said, as if Bucky was the dumbest person on the planet.

Bucky crouched down to the boy's eye level, trying to calm him down. "Look, I'm really sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I didn't see the cat. It was an accident. Please let us go. It's an emergency."

The boy just stuck out his tongue defiantly. "You're not going anywhere..." he said firmly.

Bucky was starting to get frustrated, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He looked back to Steve, who was standing awkwardly to the side, watching the scene unfold.