Christmas In The Sun || Stucky ✔

Chapter Four

I've decided that this story will be ten chapters in total, so there's only six chapters left after this one.

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Later on during the afternoon after they've had lunch and just lounged around in he campervan together, Steve and Bucky decide that it's time to get off their asses and take a look around the campsite. With any luck, they won't get recognized by anyone around here, not that that they've really gotten recognized a lot while staying in New Zealand in the first place though.

They have gotten recognized a few times though, just not a hell of a lot. The pair of them chalk that up to the locals here just not giving a fuck about who they are. They do seem to be interested in Bucky's left arm however - which doesn't surprise them.

As they walk around the camp taking a look around, they can't help but watch as the many families here spend time together. In a way seeing all the parents with their kids around here begins to make both Steve and Bucky wish that they could have kids of their own - and not the goat kind of kids which their likely to have once they've officially retired.

Unfortunately though, the pair don't know the first thing about raising children - or at least Steve doesn't. Bucky knows a little from the amount of times he's had to look after his younger sisters back in the 20s, from what little he can remember anyway. They also seriously doubt that they'd even be able to adopt. Especially considering Bucky's reputation as the Winter Soldier.

Not to mention their job isn't exactly the safest environment to have children in. Too many risks to take, and then there's the fact that Hydra would most definitely try and kidnap them. That's a risk they do not want to take, even when they do officially retire.

"You wanna head on out to the beach?" Steve asks, as the two of them stop near the walkway to the beach.

Bucky shrugs, not really caring on what they do. Though the beach does sound quite nice right about now, and it just wouldn't seem right to stay here and not go check out the beach. Maybe they can also o a bit of fishing later on, once they've bought some fish bait from the store.

"Well, we can't stay here without going to the beach after all." He shrugs. "I just hope I don't get any sand stuck in the grooves of my arm again."

The last time that they had gone to the beach here for the day Bucky had gotten quite a bit of sand stuck in his left arm. It took him days to get the sand all out, and he smelt like the beach the whole time too, no matter how many times he showered. He's not even one hundred percent sure if he's actually gotten it all out.

"You could've taken your arm off and left it back in the camper y'know." Steve says, looking over at Bucky as they walk out onto the beach, the smell of salt water instantly hitting them even stronger than at the campsite now that they're actually out on the beach.

"True, but I feel as though that would make people stare more." Bucky says. Though, even if it would make people stare more, he doesn't really care too much about it. "Plus, I don't think I trust leaving it behind in the camper while we're not there. I don't want it to get stolen while we're gone."

Steve supposes that Bucky has a point with that. They certainly don't want anyone stealing it and it ending up in the wrong hands.

"Besides." Bucky continues. "It's always such a pain to remove and reattach again."

"Didn't Shuri make it specifically so it's easier to remove and reattach?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods. "Well, as easy as she could manage to." He says. "Doesn't mean it's still not a pain to remove and reattach though."