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★ ⎯soldier's solace iii; coney island & bob.

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader. Bucky x wife!reader. Bucky x fem!reader.

Tags: husband bucky. Fluff & comfort. Secret marriage. New Avengers!bucky. Thunderbolts spoilers.

Synopsis: Part of the ‘a soldier’s solace’ universe. Three months have passed since you met the Thunderbolts, naturally, they all adored you. The memory of a tender moment sparks while telling Yelena about a date. Bonus, you meet Bob.

Warnings: possible grammar and spelling mistakes. Not proofread. No use of y/n. Damn, you guys wanted more of this, so here it is. Also for the part where the reader flips through things that had arrived in the mailbox, I’m assuming it works the same way as in my country.

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“That’s Bucky? As in our Bucky? Brooding Supersodier Bucky?” Yelena asked dumbfounded, staring into the picture that your phone displayed. Ever since the Thunderbolts had met you, they had all started to insist daily for Bucky to bring you into the Watchtower—at least—once a week.

Despite his initial reluctance about so openly allowing the team to be in direct contact with such a close piece of his heart, he figured it would do the team some good.

You sat on the couch—criss-cross applesauce, a pillow in your lap, and a warm mug of tea propped on the coffee table a foot away. Bob.

The faint scent of sauté onion, oregano, and mushrooms lingered in the main room. Above Bucky’s picture floated a timer that signalled how much time left dinner had in the oven.

“Oh yeah, that’s him.” You smiled, turning your head around. “Nice picture, isn’t it?” The image at hand was one of nobody other than your husband, in a green jacket and brown trousers, one arm against the inside of a photo booth, looking at you from inside. His eyes slightly narrowed, and his hair combed backwards. Damn it if he wasn’t a sight.

Even if the secret had been out for three months now, it still surprised the team every single time they saw Bucky’s shoulders ease in your presence, every time he would press a kiss to your temple, or tenderly pet Alpine with the same hand that had caused so much pain.

“I took it last week, James and I went to Coney Island,” you added, reaching out for the mug in front of you, taking a sip, and tracing your fingers along the round borders.

Coney Island indeed it had been. Though it wasn’t the usual date spot for a thirty-something married couple, it felt like one of the most special dates yet. In the past, Bucky had told you about how he used to spend his afternoons there with Steve and two girls as a double-date. The place might not have as much relevance now as it did in the 1940s, but that didn’t mean it made it any less special for him.

The first time he had step foot in Coney Island after having escaped HYDRA’s clutches, the only thing he could sense in his gut was dread. It was a reminder of his past, of the man he would never get to be again. Of the nights spent unaware of the horrors that awaited, grinning, dancing, eating funnel cake.

He had also had to be met with the fact that the place had changed. The games were arranged differently, the stands he used to visit were no longer, the music was louder, and the people were different. He gripped his jacket, his leather gloves stretching from how much pressure he was applying.

After that fateful event, Bucky had started to avoid Coney Island—until last week, that was. Bucky was sprawled on the couch, Alpine curled around his neck, hiding her face in his hair.

All day long, he had been running around New York—saving people and whatnot. His vibranium arm was completely covered in dirt and dust; reason why he had chosen to put it in the dishwasher. Bad Idea.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” Your sharp tone broke his daze. Ever since you had learnt his full name, you had used it as the trick up your sleeve to claim his attention. “Again? And right next to the new mugs I got?” You placed a hand on your hip, tilting your head to the side, scrutinizing him.

Alpine meowed, a complaint about having been woken up, Bucky’s hand reached out to brush her head, successfully quieting her down. “Sorry, sorry, last time I do it, I swear,” he huffed, moving his hand to raise it in defeat.

“Mhm, right.” You shot one last frown his way before walking over and pressing a kiss to his head, neither of you were able to stop the smile that formed on your lips.

You moved towards the drawer that stood next to the door, a wooden piece of furniture which’s white coating had started to fade due to the years it had seen.

You started flipping through the various newsletters and bill notices that had arrived on the mailbox. One particular brochure caught your eye. “Coney Island, huh? Says here they have been improving the attractions. Gee, I haven’t been there since I was like three—”

Bucky’s head shot your way in an instant, “you’ve lived in New York all your life, and you’ve only been there once?” he asked in disbelief. “Yeah, I mean, I always figured it was more of a touristic attraction for non-Newyorkians.”

“It was a pretty big thing back then.” Your husband added as you sat next to him. “Well, James, 70 years have passed since the 1940s,” you try to tell him as softly as you can. A frown sets back in his face, “don’t remind me.”

“How about you take me? Oh, you great Coney Island expert,” and though the last part came out of your mouth in a mocking manner, you thoroughly meant it.

Bucky flinched, not quite loving the idea of returning to such a place. Yet, seeing the way your eyes gleamed as you suggested the idea teared all of his walls down. “We have a date, then, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s hand held yours tightly, he wasn’t wearing the leather gloves. Over time, and as he began to return into the social scene, he had stopped wearing them.

People knew who he had been now, hiding the arm would be pointless. He had even gone to Congress wearing vibranium out in the open. Besides, he enjoyed it when he didn’t have leather as a barrier between your skin and his.

“Where to now, James?” you smiled, squeezing his hand. He shrugged, telling you to decide. “No, c'mon, what would you have done in the 40s? What did those dates look like?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “well, I would probably have tried to win you a prize with an obnoxious smirk, then bought you a funnel cake and taken you dancing.”

“And that worked for you?” you decided to tease him just a little. “Every time, doll, every time.” He smirked, playing into your game. “Still, my best girl here seems to be attracted to brooding and staring.” This time he was the one doing the teasing.

“I don't even stare that much—I'm pretty sure Sam was just exaggerating with the 'bionic staring machine thing'.” He turned his head around, praying for his wife to agree with him.

Instead, you just averted your gaze to the side. “Let's find something to do, yeah?” Bucky deadpanned, huffing yet following you along.

Just a couple of minutes later, you stopped dead in your tracks, Bucky stopped right with you. His eyebrow creased, trying to find the spot that had you so entranced.

Once he did, he shut his eyes close, painfully away of what was coming. “Photo booth, really, sweetheart?” He titled his head to the side, pulling your hand and bringing you closer.

“I'm not photogenic, doll—” and just before he could finish his sentence, he was shut up by a peck on his lips and an outraged look of your eyes. “You have never looked at yourself in the mirror, if you seriously believe that.”

“C'mon,” you insisted, “I want new pictures to hang on the fridge. The ones from last summer got too much sun exposure and lost all their colour!” And then, he folded. The pleading smile, and the tugs on his hand—for a Super Soldier, he was a weak, weak man.

“Alright, lead the way.” You eagerly pulled him towards the booth, excitement practically radiating off you. You entered first, and after did he. In total, you got three pictures.

One where you were kissing his cheek, one where he was looking at you as you laughed with an expression more amused than necessary, and one with a stupid cat filter that he wanted to be vanished from the face of the earth.

“I'll go check the results!” you hurriedly exited the booth, checking the back to receive the brand-new photos. You smiled to yourself, tracing over Bucky's face with a tender heart.

“How'd they look?” you turned around, prepared to show him. The air left your lungs when you saw him. All gorgeous as he was, with those irresistible blue eyes of him, leaning against the booth, watching you curiously.

Without saying anything, you took your phone out, and snapped a picture.

The beeping sound coming from your phone shook you away from your sweet reminiscence. You opened and closed your eyes a few times, trying to come back to your senses.

The food, right.

You stood up, shutting off your phone and sliding it into your back pocket. You walked over to the kitchen, eyes darting to the vase of flowers you had brought a few days prior.

You reached over, gently lifting the flowers off the vase and throwing the old water away. With practice ease, you refilled the glass and placed the bouquet back in its place.

“You're Bucky's wife, right?” A voice startled you. In the corner of the room, sat a boy. He waved a shy hand as he held a book in the other. “That's me. You're Bob, right?” The Thunderbolts had told you about him—and the Thunderbolts had definitely told him about you.

He nodded, and you smiled. “Nice to meet you, then.” He smiled, then, a little brighter. You turned around with the intention of grabbing some kitchen supplies. Much to your surprise, they were all freshly clean.

“Did you do the dishes?” you spun your head, asking Bob gently. He nodded, and as did you, appreciatively this time. “These are surpisingly neat,” you said holding out a fork. “Want to help me cook?”

perhaps our dearest mrs barnes will indeed teach bob how to cook next chapter. stay tuned to find out....

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