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“Aunt y/n, correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you also the one responsible for planning mom’s funeral?” Olivia looked up at y/n, her sobs calming down as she got in the car.

“Well, I didn’t want to bother you with all this, but yes,” y/n nodded slowly as Bucky could see her growing with unease from the mirror.

“When?” Olivia looked up at y/n, her eyes red and puffy.

“It’s in four days,” y/n admitted, unsure of how Olivia would respond to the statement. Olivia blinked, shocked that y/n, who was still learning the ropes of raising four kids, managed to plan Cassy’s funeral within just a little over a week.

“And you have the whole service planned?” Olivia questioned, her brows furrowing.

“Well, there are a few things I nee—”

“I want to help! I just, I owe it to mom to at least plan her funeral,” Oliva smiled sadly, looking up at y/n.

“Are you sure you can do it? I know you love Cassy, but are you sure that you’re ready to face this kind of thing?” y/n questioned, her brows furrowing in concern.

“This should help me get some closure, right, Mister Barnes?” Olivia questioned, propping up to the front seat and peeking over to Bucky who sat in the driver’s seat.

“Well, I think that if it’ll give her closure, you should let her help you out with the planning,” Bucky smiled, peering at y/n through the mirror.

“See, aunt y/n? Even your teammate thinks you should let me help with the planning. Mrs. Castro told me I can take the next week or two off from school and I can help you out. What other things do you think you need to finish with planning?” Olivia questioned, facing y/n, “wait, this isn’t the way to your apartment.”

“So, are you going to tell her?” Bucky questioned, raising a brow.

“That you guys are dating? I mean it was pretty obvious, aunt y/n,” Olivia chuckled, looking expectantly at y/n.

“Where the hell did you get that idea, Liv? Bucky and I aren’t dating,” y/n shook her head.

“So, you guys are married? Engaged?” Olivia questioned, her eyes growing wide.

“Liv, sweetie, no. Sweetheart, did your mother ever make you help plan out like a dream room?” y/n questioned, her voice filled with sincerity, leaving Olivia a little confused.

“Yeah, she made Jackson, Ethan, and I draw how we wanted our rooms to look like and uh, she also asked what we wanted for our house,” Olivia explained, earning an eager nod from y/n.

“Well, what if I tell you I got you your dream room and that library you wanted. Yes, the penthouse was pretty expensive, but I want you guys to be happy,” y/n smiled, watching as Olivia’s eyes widened in shock and excitement.

“You bought a penthouse? Just for us? And I’m getting that library I’ve always wanted,” Olivia breathed out, a smile finding its way to her face.

“Well, yeah. I mean, it’s been a while since I gave you those little gifts I do with those weekly visits. The penthouse and everything, I’m pretty sure it makes up for it all,” y/n smiled, engulfing Olivia in a hug.

“You’re the best!” Olivia exclaimed, tightly clinging onto y/n and almost forgetting Allie was in her aunt’s lap.

“Livvy, you too heavy!” Allie whined, trying to push Olivia off her. Olivia pulled away immediately, trying n

“Sorry, about that, but Allie, Auntie y/n bought an apartment just for us. Wait a minute, how’d you get the place ready? You only had a week and a half,” Olivia narrowed her eyes at y/n in shock.

“Well, I’m an Avenger. I have connections,” y/n winked.

“That’s code for she picked up Tony Stark’s snobbish ways before he…well, you know. They were pretty close,” Bucky chuckled, remembering the hell y/n reigned on him in the battle in Germany before he went under the ice. She was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

“Well, I mean, I asked Pepper for who his interior designers were and they kind of did most of the work. It was pretty cool to be receiving emails and returning them like adults usually do,” y/n admitted, a bashful smile on her face. It was one of the perks of being an Avenger. Although she was handling things most adults didn’t, she was a giant child whenever she was in the compound, seeing as she didn’t have to worry about most things most adults had to like managing their jobs.

“Being an adult is a concept your aunt hasn’t grasped yet,” Bucky chuckled before having Allie’s tiny shoe thrown at him by y/n from the backseat.

“I have a penthouse and four kids, how much more of an adult can I be, Barnes?” y/n chuckled, earning a nod from Olivia.

“Yeah, well, I lived through a war, l/n,” Bucky pointed out.

“That was forever ago, Barnes. You’re an old man who doesn’t even have his own place, yikes,” y/n flinched jokingly.

“I was living on my own in Wakanda, was I not?” Bucky frowned.

“With goats who turd all over your wonderful land. Yeah, I was there when T’Challa gave you the new arm. You reminded me of a one-armed Jesus,” y/n chuckled.

“So, you’re a stalker now?”

“First of all, they made me wait in the car because I was tired from the quinjet ride. I wasn’t exactly planning on fighting a giant grape of flying to Wakanda that day,” y/n chuckled, “you would know that if you didn’t insist on riding the hood of the car. Seriously, what the hell was that about,” y/n giggled, recalling the way Bucky decided to just chill on the hood of a moving car as they made their way to the palace that day.

“It was something I used to do as the Soldier. For some reason, there’s something comforting about letting go and just living in the moment…while riding the front of a car,” Bucky chuckled.

“You’re weird,” y/n chuckled.

“And you’re supposed to be normal?”

“Touché, Barnes. Touché,” y/n chuckled.

The next few minutes—to Olivia’s entertainment—went on like that before FRIDAY announced “You’ve arrived at your destination.”

“Okay, so they mailed me the keys and now I get to check the place out with you guys for the first time,” y/n smiled sliding the van door open.

“As much as I like messing things up for you, are you sure you want me here? You’re walking into what could be your home for years, are you sure you want me there?” Bucky questioned, locking up the van.

“You’ve been a huge help with everything, Bucky and as much as I hate you, it just wouldn’t feel right without you here if that makes sense. I mean seriously, you’re the man child who Allie happens to like more than me, you’re basically family,” y/n chuckled, patting Bucky on the back.

“Speaking of, can I maybe hold Allie? God knows when you’re shocked, you tend to drop things and I don’t think I want to trust you with holding onto my protégé,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for Allie.

“Am I the only one who thinks you guys would make a good couple?” Olivia cut in.

“Yes,” Bucky and y/n responded in unison earning a giggle from Olivia.

“You guys wait here, I’m just going to borrow one of those giant strollers from the lobby so we can bring everything up with us too,” y/n requested before bolting away as fast as her legs could take her to the lobby, excitement taking over the best of her.

In record time, y/n got back, still using the trolley as a scooter, but something was wrong. She was going way too fast for her liking. The moment Bucky knew something was wrong, he immediately stepped in the way of the rogue trolley and grabbing onto the sides with his metal arm, effectively stopping the cart in its tracks.

“Can you learn to be careful for once? The only reason you haven’t been filed with destruction of private property is because you’re an Avenger and it happens every other day on the job,” Bucky chuckled at how tightly y/n was gripping onto the metal bars of the trolley.

“Thanks for that, I guess,” y/n chuckled nervously as she stepped off the trolley and opened the back of the van.

“You managed to pack everything we own and get it here while we were in school? You’re definitely a superhero for a reason,” Olivia chuckled, beginning to unpack the boxes.

“Are you going to help?” y/n questioned, facing Bucky.

“I’m helping by holding onto Allie,” Bucky spoke, earning him a glare from y/n, “but I guess I can use my free arm to help unpack things too.”

“Thank you,” y/n smiled before stacking the boxes one by one. They finished much quicker than they did previously since Olivia was now there to help them….and the fact that Bucky, whilst holding onto Allie, actually helped out much more than he did.

“Everything’s packed up, let’s go?” Bucky questioned, raising a brow at y/n who nodded eagerly in response.

At the lobby, the concierge looked up at y/n, recognized her, and allowed them to get to the elevator area in peace. They all got in the elevator, the trolley crowding them quite a bit, and with every ding which meant they’d passed a floor, y/n’s excitement grew and grew.

Whether or not Bucky would admit it, seeing y/n happy brought a smile to his face. It was rare for an Avenger to have something similar to domesticity outside the tower. Yes, the Avengers were their family in a way, but seeing y/n with the kids made him feel a certain way he couldn’t explain.

“We’re here!” y/n exclaimed excitedly as the elevator doors swung open the moment they’d hit the penthouse level.

“y/n, don’t be so loud. Your neighbors are going to hate you and you haven’t even moved into the place yet,” Bucky quipped, helping y/n pull the trolley out.

“Good point,” y/n chuckled before looking for the right penthouse unit; P12.

“Is this it? Because I was kind of expecting a grander doorstep,” Bucky quipped, staring at the oak door with metal numbers nailed onto it.

“You’re really judging this place by the doorstep?” y/n crossed her arms, raising her brow at Bucky.

“Auntie y/n, can we just, you know, go inside?” Olivia questioned, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

“Alright, alright,” y/n chuckled, sliding the keys into the keyhole and swinging the door open. y/n’s arms found their way over her mouth as she saw the place; the whole living room felt like how her sister’s drawing looked like.

“I told you I should be the one holding Allie,” Bucky quipped only to get a slap to the arm.

“Shut up and let me enjoy this moment, Barnes.”