Into the War || A Captain America Love Story

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TORI

I can't wipe the smile off my face. After walking hand in hand with Steve, my husband, I can't keep the thought out of my mind — I'm married to Captain America, meaning that I'm now Victoria Rogers. He can't stop grinning either, and we both just start crying randomly out of joy throughout the rest of the day.

Everyone sits outside of the church in the most beautiful garden I've ever seen in my life. Everything is green and all of the flowers are blooming colorfully, proving that spring is truly and most definitely here. It is almost summer and all, but the flowers are still bright. We all sit at a large table, all twenty or so of us. We aren't the largest group, but it's definitely enough. Clint brought his family, every Avenger except Thor and Bruce are here, and a few others. A couple of those people I haven't spoken to yet, like Vision, Fury, and Sharon.

I actually long to speak to Sharon. I might secretly hate her, but I don't hate her enough to not have her here. She's like family to me, so it's kind of normal for me to slightly despise her sometimes.

I'm startled out of my thoughts by Steve's hand enclosing around mine. I'm still growing used to the ring on his finger, its cool surface grazing my skin. That ring is everything to me now. I put it on his hand, and he's truly mine and I am his. I smile at the thought.

"Are you all right, honey?" my husband asks me sweetly.

I smile at him, nodding my head. It's the first time in so long that I've never been slightly lying while doing that. It feels so wonderful. "Are you?"

He laughs softly. "I have never felt better in my life."

I try not to cry again as Tony stands up from my left, clanking his metal spoon against his glass to gain everyone's attention. A small hummingbird zips by, feeding on a pink flower next to me as he begins to speak.

"All right, everyone," he announces, starting off the same way he always does. "I first off would like to congratulate my little sister and Spangles."

I grin at him, and Steve gives him a genuine smile.

"But I would also like to have Barnes say a few words." Tony smirks, sitting down as Bucky stands up from beside Steve. If Tony is smiling at Bucky, we should all know something's up.

"Okay," Buck starts off, taking a deep breath. "Being the best man, which I have no idea how I am, I'm forced to give a speech."

A few giggles come from the crowd, causing him to smile.

"So instead of giving one of those sappy speeches, I'm going to take this time to embarrass my dear friends here," he smirks.

Steve sinks back into his chair, trying to hide himself from everyone.

"Okay, so where do I start?" Bucky asks himself, clasping his hands together in excitement and pure delight. "Let's start off with good old Steven. He's the great big Captain America, as you all know. However, there is one person who knows the little guy he was before the serum. And that's me.

"This punk is so reckless that I should have and still should get him one of those backpack leashes."

"Told you," I whisper cheekily to Steve. He just rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Steve was that kid you'd find in the alleyways of 1930's Brooklyn, standing in a pile of his destroyed schoolbooks and getting beaten up by kids five times his size. In fact, one of the alleys is down the street, proving that this child didn't go too far from home.

"So, one day we were walking past this church, just talking. The war had just started, and I hadn't been enlisted yet. Before I went to though, we decided to go to Coney Island." He smirks down at Steve, who hides his red face and shy laughs behind his hand. "We went on this one ride, and of course his little body couldn't handle it and he threw up shortly afterwards."