i hate you but

Two days. That’s all it took for Bucky to pack up his life from the compound. Now, he was just waiting for y/n and Allie to arrive—though it probably would have been more logical for him to just drive to their place—because y/n had something she needed to do in the complex.

Although Bucky assured her he could’ve done whatever she needed to be done, she explicitly told him over the phone “I don’t trust you enough to find all the places around the compound I’ve hid my things in” which he found fair. y/n had a habit of “misplacing” her things around the compound. One time, during a compound inspection after receiving a bomb threat, a few SHIELD agents found a few of y/n’s perfume bottles hidden in the walls.

“Those aren’t bombs. That’s my emergency stash of perfume,” she chuckled that day, pulling the caps of the grenade-shaped bottles and spritzing some of it in the air.

“Our agents found eleven of these bottles, l/n,” Fury warned her that day as y/n’s face dropped.

“One of those is an actual bomb, I wouldn’t stand so close to the bottles now,” y/n chuckled nervously as she started backing away from the pile of bottles on the ground.

That day was chaos for the Avengers. Ever since that bomb threat, Nick Fury warned y/n not to hide things in the walls. She took that as a challenge to hide things in different places and hide them better and every time there was an inspection in the compound, she celebrated not having any of her belongings found in where she hid them.

“Sergeant Barnes, Agent l/n is requesting your presence in the lounge area of the compound,” came FRIDAY’s voice, ringing in his bedroom.

“y/n’s here?” Bucky questioned.

“No, I’m definitely not here,” came y/n’s voice from the entrance of his room. He spun around and set his eyes on y/n who stood in his doorway with Allie in her arms.

“Hey, Allie!” Bucky exclaimed excitedly, making his way to the pair. y/n scoffed; of course, Bucky would greet Allie over her.

“Cky! Up!” Allie exclaimed reaching for Bucky. Bucky gave y/n a look as though to ask if he could carry Allie. She gave him a nod before speaking.

“Watch her while I get my shit, please?” y/n requested, handing Allie over to Bucky. Bucky nodded before leading y/n out the door. She made her way to her bedroom first as Bucky headed to the kitchen to get a snack or two.

y/n, her bags packed with everything else she wasn’t able to pack from the last time she’d gotten back to the compound, found Bucky and Allie on the couch in the lounging area, watching Pink Fong videos.

“Damn, Barnes is a softie!” came Sam’s voice from the other side of the room as he saw the way Bucky even started singing along with the video. Both Allie and Bucky turned their heads to him before they both scowled at him.

“Come on, the kid’s adorable!” Bucky exclaimed, motioning to Allie, who was giggling.

“Can I have my niece back?” y/n questioned, leaning against the doorframe and watching contently as Bucky and Allie played.

“Nope,” Bucky shook his head.

“Come on, man, we need to get all your shit back to my place so we can get the marriage license in a few days,” y/n huffed, earning a look of shock from Sam.

“Marriage license? Barnes, did you knock y/n up? Is this why you’re moving in together and getting married?” Sam questioned, his brown eyes piercing into Bucky’s blue ones. y/n broke out in a fit of laughter, watching the way Sam’s face turned to one of confusion.

“No, I’m not pregnant. I live with two kids and two teenagers; do you really think I’d add another kid to the mix?” y/n scoffed, earning a nod from Sam. Them rushing things didn’t make sense to him, but he was happy for his friends.

“So, how long have you been planning the wedding and when were you planning on sending out the invitations? I don’t think I got mine,” Sam raised a brow at the pair as y/n and Bucky shared a look.

“We weren’t planning on having a big wedding,” y/n chuckled nervously, plopping onto the spot on the couch next to Bucky and Allie.

“Were you at least planning on having catering?” Sam questioned, the vision of what he thought Bucky’s wedding would look like filling his head.

“Actually, we were planning on having a courthouse wedding,” y/n shrugged.

“You? The literal embodiment of opulence. I just kind of thought you would have a grand wedding to top the royal wedding,” Sam quipped, watching the way y/n looked around the room. She spotted Rhodey walk in from the elevator before calling out his name and motioning for him to come over.

“Do I look like the type of person who’d have a wedding to top any of the royal weddings?” y/n questioned, leaning over the couch and facing Rhodey.

“You? Hell yeah! Since Tony basically took you in as his apprentice, you’ve been radiating this air of being ‘extra’ just like he did,” Rhodey shrugged. Everyone else in the room—besides y/n, who was scowling—laughed at his remark.

“Sorry, doll, you’re going to have to face it, you’re extra,” Bucky chuckled, at the way her face fell at their words.

“Wow,” y/n mouthed, walking out the room to the elevator.

“Wait, where are you going?” Bucky, shocked, shot up from his chair, still holding Allie, as he ran after y/n.

“Dumb bitch, we’re supposed to be moving your shit into my place and I have to pick up the kids later,” y/n chuckled, reminding Bucky of what they had to do.

“Oh, yeah. That. Okay, look, you go take Allie to your car and drive to your place. I’ll load the van up with my stuff and I’ll follow you guys after,” Bucky smiled, handing Allie over to her, earning a nod from y/n.

y/n, her duffel bag and Allie in her arms, made her way to the car and to the apartment complex.

“So, you and y/n are taking things pretty seriously,” Sam smirked, leaning against the couch.

“I’d do anything for that woman,” Bucky smiled before walking into his room to get the boxes of his things to the van in the parking area of the compound.

Once everything was loaded into the van, he drove to y/n’s apartment complex, meeting her and Allie in the lobby of the complex.

“You have a guest room, right?” Bucky questioned, watching the way y/n’s eyes widened.

“Barnes, you told the Langdons you were moving in; you should have known I don’t have a guest room!” y/n exclaimed, chuckling nervously.

“You live in that huge penthouse! How was I supposed to not naturally assume you had a guest room?” Bucky frowned.

“The fact that I have to take care of four children and they have their own bedrooms each. Olivia wanted a library, I got Allie and Jackson a playroom, and Ethan wanted a gaming room when he could’ve just had it all set up in his bedroom, so I think it would’ve been safe to assume my place is packed,” y/n pointed out.

“Where did you think I would stay if I moved in?” Bucky’s brows furrowed.

“On the couch?” y/n shrugged, a tight-lipped smile on her face.

“I’m twice your size, do you think I’d be comfortable on some couch?” Bucky scoffed, “I mean seriously, look at me!”

“Then you can have the bed. I’ll take the couch,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh, come on, it’s your place. We’re grownups and we’re together—I think. We should be able to share a bed,” Bucky shrugged.

“Sure. Definitely,” y/n smiled, placing a quick peck on his lips.

“Good, can you get me one of those trolley things you used when you first moved in here?” Bucky requested, earning a nod from y/n as she made her way to the receptionist, asking for a trolley. With one hand, she pushed it to Bucky, following him to the parking lot to “help” him load his baggage onto it.

“Mike called yesterday. He said the Langdons are taking us to court, as expected, and in a week! A fucking week! Damn it, now we have to cram getting the license and getting married within that time period,” y/n huffed, leaning against the van.

“We can do it, l/n. When it comes to rushing into things, we’re experts at that. We rush into HYDRA bases every other day. Well, we still would unless you end up taking a boring desk job. Come on, l/n, you can’t do that!” Bucky quipped half-heartedly. He knew he would miss y/n out in the field if she took a desk job.

“We’re getting married in less than a week. Woah,” y/n chuckled nervously. Was she ready to get married to keep custody of the kids?