Christmas Party

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The soft hum of holiday music filled the Wilson household, blending with the crackling fire and the cheerful buzz of conversation. Twinkling fairy lights cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the garlands of greenery and ribbons that adorned every corner. Sam Wilson had gone all out for the Christmas party, transforming his home into a festive wonderland.

Y/N stood near the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a mug of steaming cocoa as she watched Sarah expertly flip sweet potato pancakes. "Sarah, you're going to spoil us with all this food," Y/N said with a grin.

Sarah laughed. "It's Christmas, Y/N. Calories don't count."

"That's not how calories work," Bucky's deep voice interjected as he walked into the kitchen, leaning casually against the doorway. He looked effortlessly dashing in a red sweater that contrasted with his piercing blue eyes, a Santa hat perched slightly askew on his head.

Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't ruin the magic, Barnes. It's Christmas, let us have this."

His lips twitched into a smirk. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're in a sugar coma."

Sarah shook her head, chuckling as she handed Y/N a fresh plate of cookies. "Take these out to the living room. The kids have been eyeing them like hawks."

Y/N nodded and headed out, brushing past Bucky, who gave her an amused glance. "Careful with those. You've got a habit of tripping over thin air," he teased.

"And you've got a habit of being annoying," she shot back, though her grin betrayed her fondness.

The evening unfolded with a warmth that rivaled the fire blazing in the hearth. Sam was in his element, regaling everyone with exaggerated tales that had the room in stitches. Sarah's children raced around with their new toys, their laughter ringing out like bells, while Bucky sat on the couch, an easy smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold.

Y/N plopped down beside him, nudging him with her shoulder. "Having fun?"

He nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Yeah. It's...nice. Feels like what Christmas should be."

She smiled. "I'm glad you came. I know this time of year can be hard."

Bucky's expression grew thoughtful, the flickering firelight dancing in his eyes. "It's easier with friends. Thanks for convincing me."

Y/N reached out, her hand brushing his lightly. "Always."

Later, as the night wound down, Sam appeared with a mischievous grin, holding a sprig of mistletoe aloft. "All right, folks. House rules: if you're under the mistletoe, you've got to follow tradition."

Groans and laughter erupted around the room as Sam made his rounds, sparking awkward pecks and exaggerated dodges. Y/N laughed, shaking her head at his antics, until she realized Sam was heading in her direction.

"Uh-oh," she murmured, looking up just as Sam hung the mistletoe above her and Bucky.

"Perfect," Sam declared, stepping back to admire his work. "Come on, Barnes. Don't chicken out."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest as she glanced at Bucky. He looked equally surprised, his gaze flicking from the mistletoe to her, then back again.

"You don't have to," she began, but he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It's tradition, right?" he said softly, stepping closer.

The room seemed to fade away as he cupped her cheek gently, his thumb brushing her skin. His touch was warm, grounding her as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and electric.

Applause and cheers erupted around them, but Y/N barely registered the noise. All she could focus on was the way Bucky's lips lingered on hers, the way his hand settled at the small of her back as though he never wanted to let go.

When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

Her smile was radiant as she whispered back, "Merry Christmas, Bucky."

And in that moment, under the twinkling lights and mistletoe, everything felt exactly as it should be.

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