This is not the Endgame

What's different about her? I don't really know

Bucky woke up once in the night to use the bathroom; Ava was breathing fine, deep in sleep. He curled up behind her protectively  and went back to sleep. He woke up again around 10, feeling unusually perky. He was content to lie there with his metal arm around her; it didn't seem like she'd moved at all while she slept. He admired her hair, braided for sleep, and luxuriated in the feeling of her so close to him. So trusting. Maybe the doctors and his therapist were right; he wasn't going to go all Asset on waking up in an unfamiliar situation. Course, he hadn't had a nightmare with her around, either. His sleep had been remarkably untroubled. And for the first time in awhile, he woke up with a stiffie. He eased back a bit; it seemed rude to subject her to a hard on; he was there to  help. He decided that he was up now, and carefully and regretfully scooted away, returning to his apartment to pee, brush his teeth--it seemed presumptuous to use her toothbrush even though they'd kissed--and gather some things for breakfast. He slipped back into Ava's place, deposited the breakfast offerings, and since she was still sleeping, slid back under the covers, glad not to have morning after beer breath.

This woke her up a little, and she rolled over, reaching across the mattress for him. She smiled, then opened her eyes. "This is nice," she said groggily. "Good morning."

"Morning, doll," Bucky said, pleased that she didn't seem uncomfortable with his presence in her bed. She cuddled in. He wasn't sure what to do next. "I thought I could make breakfast. I brought some things over." Her eyes popped open.

"Really?" she said brightly, and he smiled. "I'm up, then." Bucky got up, walking around the screen to make pancake batter, and she hustled into the bathroom.

His griddle was hot, the droplets of water skittering around before evaporating, and he plopped some butter on to melt. He ladled batter on for the pancakes, and smiled as arms went around him from the back. He put the ladle back into the batter and turned around, kissing her. Her hair was only partly braided, and he eased his fingers through the silky strands. Her lips parted for him, and their tongues teased each other. Her hand found the hem of his shirt and slipped under, up his back. He was hungry to be touched, to feel her skin on his, and his free hand raised her shirt too, stroking along her ribs, stopping just shy of her breast. She gasped, then broke the kiss long enough to strip off the long sleeved t shirt she wore to bed, then dragged his head back down for another kiss. He thought he was going to combust, between the pleasures of her mouth and her soft skin. His hand cupped her breast, thumb teasing the nipple. He was aware of her hands dipping under the drawstring of his flannel pants, smoothing over the top of his butt, and trailed kisses and nips down her throat. She dropped her head back, and he kissed his way to a breast, teasing with nips and sucks and licks. His morning erection was back with interest.

He turned slightly to use the metal hand to pull the griddle off the heat, pulling the drawstring of her fleece pajama bottoms loose and pushing them slowly over her hips. She followed his lead and broke their kiss again. "Do you want this?" she asked, panting a bit. "Because if you're ready, I'm ready."

"I want you," he said, quite pleased with the desire that he'd managed to provoke in her. She pulled off his shirt, dropping it on the kitchen table, before conducting her own exploration of his body with tongue and lips and hands. He held her loosely, caught up in the moment, until he tensed as she approached his left shoulder. But she covered his ugly scarring with accepting kisses, and kissed down the metal arm to the hand. She turned it and kissed the palm before stepping away, tugging his arm. She tripped a little over her pajamas that had pooled around her ankles, and he stepped out of his prudently. She led him back to bed, pulling back the comforter and blankets, hopping on and turning around. He took a moment to appreciate her curves, looking so... squishable, then kneewalked over to her, easing her down onto her back, kissing and nibbling, sucking and licking his way over her body. Her thighs parted around him and he stroked one as he parted the folds between her legs with his tongue. He flicked rapidly over her clit as his finger slid inside, finding her wet already. She moaned, plunging her fingers into his hair as he pleased her. It didn't take much to make her come, and he did it a second time just because he could before working his way back up, making sure she was satisfied. Her look was languid with her orgasm, but also anticipatory. She rolled him onto his back, disappearing as she opened a box under the chair at the bedside, then came back up and moved to straddle him.