Morte D'Arthur
Steve jolted awake, sweat forming on his brow. His breath was sharp as he glanced around the living room. He slowly sat up on the couch in the Avenger’s Tower. He could hear Tony in the kitchen arguing with someone about how much flour to put in. He shuddered when he thought about his dream. It had only been a day since the explosion of the Hydra building and they were still searching the debris. Steve rubbed the back of his head and looked down at the clock. 5:52. He sighed and stood up, muddling his way to join the noise.
“I’m telling you, Stark, that’s not enough.” Bucky was leaning on the counter, his arms folded, fresh clothes on.
Tony rolled his eyes and added eggs. “How would you know? Weren’t you too busy being frozen half the time?”
Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She use to make them for me. It’s not enough flour.”
“Why are you guys making pancakes at 6 in the afternoon anyway?” Their attention turned to Steve.
“Mourning food.” Tony stated simply.
“She’s not dead.” Bucky’s temper flared as he took a step toward the billionair.
Steve sighed. “Buck. Getting angry isn’t going help anything.”
Tony scoffed. “Really, just ask Banner.”
The Winter Soldier growled a bit before turning away and looking at his friend. “Whoa, Steve, you alright?”
Steve rubbed his eyes. “Yeah…”
“Nightmare?” Steve nodded. “I had one too...She can’t be dead, she’s not, right?”
Steve just looked down at the clock. 5:58. He sighed and looked to the elevator. They all stood in silence as the minutes ticked by. When he couldn’t stand the silence he returned to the living room. He found the DVD player and looked around for the show. He took it from the counter and opened it up. He stared at his reflection in the disc before trying to put it in. He looked at the buttons in confusion and sighed.
A plate shattering made his head jerk toward the kitchen. “Bucky?” He quickly stumbled into the doorway to see two arms (one metal) wrapped around a form with (h/c) hair. He felt his breath hitch as he watched the two sway back and forth lightly. “(y/n)?...”
The girl slowly disconnected with the assassin. She turned toward the blonde supersoldier and smiled. “Hey, if it isn’t the man with the giant metal frisbee. Miss me?” He nodded slightly and ran to embrace her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “Sorry, I know I’m a little late.”
Steve looked down at the clock. 6:07. He chuckled into her hair. “You’re worth waiting for.” They pulled back and he noticed a slight blush dusted on her cheeks. He beamed as she looked over at Tony and nodded.
She looked down at the paste he had made and rolled her eyes. “Stark, you need to add more flour.” Bucky started to chuckle as Tony grimaced at the pair. “Who makes pancakes at 6, anyway?”
“He said it was ‘mourning food’.” Bucky glared at Iron Man, but a laugh from the girl shook him.
“Stark, you dickface. You didn’t tell them?” Tony shrugged his shoulders. “Tony’s the one that got me out.”
Steve looked at him. “You knew she was-you didn’t say anything!?”
She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m ok, remember?”
He nodded, visibly relaxing. “How did he get you out?”
She hopped onto the counter and swung her legs. “Well thanks to the whole-” She lit a flame in her palm. “-I survived the initial explosion, but I was really weak after that. Tony swooped in and grabbed me, took me to a hospital-which he was suppose to tell you about.” She gave him a look and he just returned it with a smile. Steve just looked between the two before grabbing her again and embracing her.
She smiled and returned it. “Hey, we have a show to watch!” She pulled back and grabbed him by the hand. He let her lead him out to the living room, leaving Bucky and Tony with knowing smiled.
Bucky’s brow furrowed. “Wait. How did you know about her?”
Tony shrugged. “Me and Banner took a vacation at Disney and hacked into the imagination station to play with those new rides they made after us. Turns out one of the Hydra tech members is an imagineer and works from Disney’s base. We tracked it back to DC and kinda put the pieces together. Me finding her was just a stroke of luck.”
Bucky nodded slowly. “Wait...Disney has Hydra members working there?”
Tony threw the batter onto the pan. “Had. ‘Happiest Place in the World’ my ass.”
Bucky stood contemplating what he had been told. “Why couldn’t they out me and (y/n) in Disneyland?”
Tony rolled his eyes and looked back at his pancakes. “Damn it. Why didn’t you tell me to add more flour, Icecube? These are so flat.”
Bucky shook his head and looked out to the living room. “Come one, let’s leave them alone.” Tony raised an eyebrow but the soldier pushed him out of the room and into the elevator.
(y/n) watched as Steve tried to figure out the DVD player...again. She smiled and laid across the couch. He turned to her in a desperate attempt to figure it out, causing her to laugh.
“You are so cute, you know that?” She watched as he just looked back at the player. “Rogers, it’s the button on the left.”
He pressed it and put the DVD in. “I hate technology.” He heard her laugh as he stood up and went to sit down. He stared at her as she was sprawled out along the entire couch. “Uhm, (y/n)? Can you please move so I can sit down?”
She smiled up at him. “Make. Me.”
He looked down at her and smirked, lifting her up and sitting down, laying her on his lap. He pressed play and watched as the title screen passed by. He felt eyes on him as he turned to look at (y/n). She was smiling and she looked up at him, her head resting on his chest. “See something you like?”
“Hey! That’s my line!”
He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. He could feel her smile as she tangled her fingers into his hair.
She began to giggle and pulled back. “Wops, I kind of promised Sharon I wouldn’t touch you.” Steve raised an eyebrow and (y/n) shrugged her shoulders. “Nah, it’s too much fun.” She pulled him back in for another kiss as the theme song rang through the room.
Steve smiled. “(y/n), we are missing the show.”
“Buuuuuuuuut Rogerrsss…”
“It’s Steve. Please just call me Steve.”
She smiled. “Fine...Steve.” He grinned at her and arranged themselves so they were more comfortable. She quickly fell asleep as they continued to watch. Steve’s eyes would drift from the show to the sleeping girl on his lap. He smiled and brushed some of her hair out of her face. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “You were definitely worth the wait.”
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“StupidfuckingpieceofshitwhydoIhavetowearthisIsweartogod.” Bucky growled at his tie as he tried desperately to make the loop go through.
She frantically ran through the halls trying to find her best friend while trying not to be seen. She rounded the corner only to bump into a familiar redhead. “Natasha!”
“(y/n)! The Hell are you doing? It sta-’”
“Shhhh, I know! I need Bucky. Like, now. I need him right now.”
Natasha nodded slowly at her sister. “Go back in the room, I’ll find him, ok? Just...calm down.” (y/n) took a deep breath and retreated back into the small confined room.
The redhead ran through the halls and found the Winter Soldier battling his tie. She blinked a couple of times and approached him. “She’s freaking out.” Bucky looked up and forgot about his tie. “She’s back in the room, can you just make sure she doesn’t hyperventilate? I’m going to make sure Tony isn’t doing something stupid.”
Bucky nodded and made his way down the corridors. He found the door slightly ajar and entered. “(y/n)?”
Her head popped out of the bathroom. “Bucky!”
She stepped out fully and he smiled as he took her in. “You look smokin’ in white, (y/n).” She huffed and turned to the mirror. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know, I just-he deserves better.”
“No he doesn’t.” He stepped up behind her and watched her in the mirror. “(y/n), he loves you, I should know he rarely shuts up about you.” She chuckled and he continued. “You two have been through so much together, starting two years ago when we uh...anyway, what I’m trying to say is that is nobody he would rather have at his side, and I know you feel the same about him.”
She turned around and gave him a hug. “Thanks, Bucky.”
He chuckled. “Partners till the end.”
She pulled back and smiled. She noticed his tie and rolled her eyes, taking it in her hands. She neatly tied it and straighten it out.
“You ready, doll?” She nodded and looped her arm around his. He walked her out to a certain door and opened it.
The whole audience ‘aw’ed when she watched out, white gown flowing. Her (h/c) curls hung down and her (e/c) eyes trained on the man smiling at the other side of the isle. Her mouth spread into a smile and she restrained from crying as her best friend walked her down. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and handed her to Steve before taking his place at the blonde man’s side. (y/n) looked over to Natasha who just smiled and wiped one of her eyes. She looked back at Steve who was beaming.
“You look beautiful.”
“Not bad yourself, soldier.”
He chuckled as the ceremony continued. After everything was said the pastor looked over to Steve. “Do you take (y/n) (m/n) Romanov to be your wife?”
His eyes never left yours as his smile grew. “I do.”
He turned to the girl. “And do you take Steven Grant Rogers to be your husband?”
She smiled. “I guess.”
The guests laughed along with couple and pastor. “Then I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”
Steve grinned and wrapped his arms around her. He placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her lips up to his. The crowd clapped and someone (Tony) whistled. After they pulled apart the party started.
It was a couple hours later when the reception had started. Tony called for the coupled first dance and Steve took (y/n)’s hand. He led her onto the dance floor. “Sorry, I’m really bad at this.”
She chuckled, remembering the many times he had stepped on her toes. “Shut up and dance.” She kissed him and everyone cheered. She looked over at Bucky and saw him looking at Sharon. She stared at him until she caught his attention. He gave her a guilty look as she just shook her head. He ran his hands through his hair and went to talk to Sam.
Steve laughed at her. “So, Mrs. Rogers…”
“So, Mr. Rogers…”
He smiled down at her. “We’ve been through a lot.”
“I know...I hit you with a pole.”
He laughed. “That was two years ago...and last week-”
“I swear I thought you were an intruder and-”
“Honey, I know, I told you it’s ok.” He chuckled. “I’m just really glad you’re mine.”
She just smiled and placed her head on his chest. After a minute her smile turned mischievous and she looked up at her husband. “Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you say it?”
“(y/n), no-”
“Pleeease! Come on babe, it’s our wedding day!”
Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He saw the puppy dog look he was being given and couldn’t help but smile. “Fine”
She squealed slightly. and leaned up a bit.
“Fuck”
(y/n) instantly started to giggle. “I love it when you talk dirty.” She kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He placed his forehead against her. “I love you, (y/n).”
“I love you too, Arthur.”