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But that was all four years ago. Let’s just focus on the now.

“Auntie y/n!” Allie—she says she’s a big girl now and that people should call her Allison—smiled, running to her aunt, her beautiful blush pink dress trailing behind her.

“Allie, you look so pretty,” y/n smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair away from the girl’s face.

“Auntie y/n, I said call me Allison. I’m a big girl now, remember?” Allie stuck her tongue out at y/n.

“Of course, you are, Allison. You’ll always be auntie y/n and uncle Bucky’s little princess,” y/n chuckled, lifting her though she was no longer the toddler she used to be able to carry around with ease.

“Auntie y/n, I’ll always be a princess. Even when I’m as old as you! Auntie y/n, you’re a pretty princess!” Allie giggled, reaching for y/n’s bejeweled headpiece as y/n flinched away, not wanting to ruin her hair or the placement of the accessories.

“I’m not that old,” y/n grumbled, putting Allie back down on the ground.

“But Jackson said that you said that Uncle Bucky was a hundred! Does that mean you’re a hundred years old too?” Allie questioned, her eyes growing wide with excitement.

“Allison, it’s complicated, okay? I’ll explain when you’re older,” y/n chuckled, plopping onto the bed, “wait a minute, where’s Olivia? Wasn’t she supposed to be keeping track of you?” Allie was quiet for a moment before chuckling.

“I ran away from her because I missed you and I wanted to see how you were doing,” Allie spoke innocently.

As if on cue, Olivia busted through the door, a worried expression on her face as Allie rushed to hide behind the bed of y/n’s hotel room.

“Auntie y/n, I know all I had to do was to take care of Allie and I’m sorry but I lost her when I went to Uncle Bucky’s room to go check up on how Jackson and Ethan were doing,” Olivia huffed, plopping onto the bed right next to y/n.

“I said call me Allison!” Allie exclaimed, hopping out from her spot under the bed, a scowl on her face.

“Auntie y/n, Allie and I are going to head out to the car with Ethan and Jackson. I’ll see you at the venue?” Olivia stated, lifting Allie.

“Wait a minute, who’s driving? I don’t trust any of you to drive,” y/n narrowed her eyes at the pair.

“Oh, come on! I got my license last year, there’s no way you don’t trust me or Ethan to drive,” Olivia frowned, watching as y/n chuckled sarcastically in response.

“Ethan has at least five unpaid parking tickets, his license should be suspended at this point. You? The other night, you drove on the wrong side of the road,” y/n raised a brow at Olivia who flinched away slightly.

“Alright, who are we supposed to hitch a ride with?” Olivia questioned, raising a brow at y/n.

“You guys can hitch a ride with Peter. Tony Stark trusted that kid so I trust that kid. Bucky and Sam kind of didn’t want him in the limo with the rest of the Avengers anyways,” y/n chuckled, pulling her phone off the nightstand.

“Okay, where do we meet up with him?” Olivia questioned, raising a brow at y/n.

“Wait, let me call him up real quick,” y/n chuckled, bringing the phone up to her ear, “Hey, Parker, are you still in the hotel?”

“Yep. Do you need me to do anything? Pick up the cake? Did you need any other bridesmaids?” Peter rambled, earning a chuckle from y/n.

“Parker, I just need you to drive my nephews and nieces to the venue. You can do that right?” y/n questioned, interrupting her rambling.

“Actually, I was planning on swinging on the way to the venue so it’s kind of a—” Peter spoke nervously only to be interrupted by y/n.

“Not anymore. You’re taking my car and you’re driving my nieces and nephews to the venue or I will fucking take your suit away,” y/n huffed.

“Alright, alright. Jeez, I’ll meet them in the lobby,” Peter huffed in response before dropping the call.

“Go get your brothers. Peter will be meeting you in the lobby of the hotel. I’ll see you later, okay?” y/n smiled, placing a kiss on both nieces cheeks before returning to the mirror, taking in her appearance.

She stood there in a stunning white lace and silk gown, hugging her body perfectly. Her face was done with makeup, accentuating her beautiful e/c eyes and concealing the dark circles beneath them. Her hair was done in an intricate updo with a beautiful bejeweled headpiece sticking into the bun.

Today was the day. She was going to properly marry the love of her life on the fourth anniversary of their first date. She felt anxious—wait no, she felt excited. Anxious? Excited? Who the hell cared? Even if something went wrong at the wedding, they were already married.

A knock came at the door and there stood Wanda, Shuri, Maria, Nebula—who although didn’t quite understand the tradition, was more than happy to be a part of the ceremony—and Carol; her bridesmaids.

“Our ride’s here,” Maria smirked proudly knowing she’d pulled a few strings to make the ride much more enjoyable.

“What the hell did you do to my limo driver?” y/n chuckled, knowing damn well her bridesmaids were up to something.

“We paid him to leave, but we didn’t do anything else, don’t worry,” Shuri chuckled, reassuring y/n as they led her out the hotel room.

Suspiciously, they took the elevator up to the roof where, of course, a jet was waiting for them.

“Seriously? You know the venue’s just thirty minutes away from the hotel, right?” y/n chuckled.

“It’s not like you can be late to your own wedding, l/n. C’mon, we’re going on a quick rendezvous,” Carol laughed, dragging y/n closer and closer to the jet.

“It’s my wedding day! We can’t just go around and do things. Plus, that was the bachelorette was for,” y/n pointed out.

“No. The bachelorette was so you could get wasted, l/n. Although, you didn’t necessarily do that, so I guess the reception seems like the next best place to get you drunk,” came Valkyrie’s voice as she appeared at the entrance of the jet.

“So, there’s no drinking involved?” y/n raised a brow at her friends.

“Not unless you want there to be some drinking involved,” Valkyrie wined, ushering everyone into the jet.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t a standard-issue SHIELD jet,” y/n mumbled, taking note of how different the jet looked from all the others she’d been on, “Are you sure this is safe?”

“I built it. Of course, it’s safe!” Shuri exclaimed, throwing on the pilot’s headphones and getting in the from the seat of the jet, her hands on the steering wheel.

“Well, if Shuri says it’s safe, it’s safe. Come on, let’s go!” Wanda exclaimed, settling into one of the seats of the jet.

“Where the hell even are we going?” y/n questioned, turning to face Maria.

“The place where you first saw Sergeant Barnes; we are going to Wakanda!” Shuri exclaimed excitedly, slowly taking the plane off the ground and letting it soar through the skies. Although the girls reassured her their little detour would not take too long, y/n had a feeling she was bound to be late to the ceremony.

“Ethan!” Bucky called, catching sight of his wife’s nephew getting out a car with his siblings and…Peter?

“Uncle Bucky! Is aunt y/n here yet?” Ethan questioned, approaching Bucky and wrapping his arms around him in a quick hug.

“That’s what I was going to ask you. I didn’t see their limo at the hotel and I kind of assumed they got here first. I didn’t go looking because the first time I want to see her today is the moment she walks down the aisle,” Bucky smiled, already imagining the image of her walking down the aisle, her long train dragging onto the patterned carpet of the aisle.

“I don’t know if she left yet. She made us go ahead,” Olivia shook her head.

“Auntie y/n isn’t here yet?” Jackson questioned, looking up at Bucky.

“Nope. Neither are her other bridesmaids,” Bucky shook her head.

“Uh oh,” Peter gulped, remembering the jet he saw on top of the hotel building when he decided to swing by earlier.

“What do you mean ‘uh oh’?” Allie demanded, looking up at Peter, her brows furrowing—something she learned from Bucky—in an attempt to look intimidating.

“I mean I saw a jet on the roof of the hotel, but who knows? It probably isn’t HYDRA, it could belong to some other rich prick staying at the hotel,” Peter gulped before smiling reassuringly at Bucky.

“Sam! Was there anyone else staying at the hotel who had a jet?” Bucky questioned, calling Sam closer to them.

“Why? Did you book a jet or something?” Sam questioned, getting closer to the bunch. Bucky sighed, looking expectantly at Peter.

“I saw a jet on top of the building, but it wasn’t a SHIELD jet or anything,” Peter shook his head.

“Are you implying that they somehow managed to kidnap y/n fucking l/n? The same bitch who used to sleep with a gun under her pillow?” Sam burst out in a fit of laughter.

“No, but what if HYDRA got to her? I’m just saying, it’s not like HYDRA’s going to take a break just because we are,” Peter shook his head as Olivia put her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head slowly at him when he turned to face her.

“How many more minutes until the ceremony again?” Bucky questioned, turning to face Bucky.

“We have at least fifteen?” Sam shrugged, checking his watch.

“Then, we’ll wait for y/n!” Bucky exclaimed, starting to get nervous. Did she change her mind? She wouldn’t…would she? Then again, she wouldn’t have left the kids there if she wanted to run away.

And that was what they did. They waited for y/n and the other bridesmaids for another thirty minutes only to get nothing. Bucky began to tremble. He knew there was no way that many Avengers could be bested by HYDRA agents, so what was happening? Was y/n having second thoughts that needed for them to reassure her? Did she run away and were they looking for her.

Questions ran through Bucky’s head as he anxiously looked around the grounds of the Stark cabin in search of y/n.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Bucky, Auntie y/n’s going to get here,” Allie smiled up at Bucky, taking his much larger hands in hers.

“You better be right,” Bucky chuckled jokingly, earning a nod from Allie.

“Of course, I’m right. Princesses are never wrong,” Allie giggled.

“Oh, so you’re a princess now?” Bucky grinned at Allie’s antics.

“Of course, I am! Auntie y/n said that I’m her little princess. Of course, she’s a pretty princess too with her dress and her tiara—wait, that makes you Auntie y/n’s prince charming, right?” Allie questioned, looking up at Bucky with curious e/c eyes.

“Of course, Liv!” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if you’re her prince charming, then she’ll get here so stop frowning so much or Auntie y/n’s going to call you an old man again,” Allie giggled, poking Bucky in the corner of his lips.

“Sorry we’re a bit late, but ladies and gentlemen, you better get in your places!” came a voice from above them. They looked up to the sky to see what must have been the jet Peter was talking about with Valkyrie haphazardly hanging onto the landing gear of the jet.

“You heard the lady! Let’s go!” Thor’s voice boomed, ushering everyone into their seats.

“Cue the music!” Valkyrie called out, urging Rhodey to start playing the music on the organ piano situated down the side of the makeshift aisle and altar.

The ceremony started off with old man Steve and Sam walking Bucky down the aisle to the altar, relief filling Bucky as he made his way down the carpet. At least he knew y/n was there for him.

Bucky was soon followed by the rest of the Avengers he appointed as his groomsmen, then Ethan, Olivia, then the female Avengers who slowly got off the landing jet. Shuri was the last of the bridesmaids to get off the jet and there she held a familiar goat on a leash, a displeased look on her face.

Bucky’s brows furrowed, as though to ask why she had a goat with her before Shuri mouthed “y/n made me do it” in response.

Finally, Shuri made it down the aisle and into her as the kids trailed behind her, mostly excited by the goat she had. Then, Rhodey began to play a different tune; the Bridal Chorus.

y/n emerged from the jet, her lace veil barely covering the smile on her face, her train trailing behind her as she made the way down the ramp, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in her hands as she gracefully—or at least what was her best attempt to be graceful—walked down the carpeted path, Stephen Strange—who she requested to walk her down the aisle because he was one of the reasons they were alive to reach that point in their lives—accompanying her.

Bucky found himself tearing up at the sight of her; his beautiful bride, walking down the aisle despite the fact that she may have been late to the ceremony itself because she decided to invite a Wakandan goat Bucky used to live with.

The closer she got to Bucky, the more tears of joy fell down her cheeks as her smile grew wider. Finally, she stood at the altar, face to face with Bucky as he took her hands in this.

The ceremony went on as it would and finally it was time for the pair to say their vows.

“y/n l/n, you’ve always been a little pain in the ass, until suddenly, you weren’t. It was on that day I started seeing you as something other than an inconvenience to the team; I started to see you as the beautiful woman you are. Then, you welcomed me into your life, into your family. You gave me a chance to fulfill a lifelong dream of mine, and for that I thank you. I love you y/n l/n,” Bucky smiled down at her as y/n cleared her throat, getting ready to read out her vows.

“Thirteen or so years ago—though not many of us were there for five of them so I’m not sure it counts as thirteen—you were that scary metal-armed dude I kicked in the face. I’m pretty sure our first impression of each other sucked. It only got worse when we first moved in together; we were both asses to each other. Then, when I needed someone to be there for me, you were right by my side. You were there through one of the biggest losses and hardest moments of my life. You were there for me and the kids when I wasn’t sure what to do. Bucky, you make this family feel more complete and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you in my life. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes,” y/n smiled up at him, brushing a loose strand of his hair away from his face with her thumb.

“Do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take y/n l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, from this day forward? For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health ‘till death do you apart?” the officiant questioned turning to Bucky.

“I, James Buchanan Barnes, take you, y/n l/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, ‘till death do us apart,” Bucky smiled at down at y/n, sliding the ring onto her finger.

“Do you, y/n l/n, take James Buchanan Barnes, to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward? For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health ‘till death do you apart?” the officiant questioned turning to y/n.

“I, y/n l/n, take you, James Buchanan Barnes, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward; for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer, in sickness, and in health, ‘till death do us apart,” y/n nodded instantly, a smile on her face as she slid the ring onto Bucky’s ring finger.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced as claps echoed around them. To y/n, despite everyone surrounding them, Bucky was the only other person there. To her, it was just the two of them as she melted into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“Let’s party!” y/n exclaimed excitedly as Bucky carried her with ease, walking her away from the altar, smiling down at her.

In an area near the cabin, the caterers set up their tables as y/n and Bucky sat in their table, surrounded by their bridesmaids and groomsmen.

“I know you’re excited to open the wedding gifts, but before that, I almost forgot to give you mine,” Bucky chuckled, pulling a box from his pocket.

“Barnes, if you’re proposing again, I don’t want to plan another wedding,” y/n shook her head.

“No, I’m not proposing for the third time, y/n. Just open the box,” Bucky chuckled. y/n took the box in her hands, pulling open the box to reveal a locket, a small image of them, and the kids inside.

“Bucky, oh my god, I love you!” y/n smiled, smashing her lips against Bucky.

“I’m guessing the goat was your wedding gift? It was great seeing an old friend,” Bucky quipped.

“No. Wait, I have your wedding gift right here!” y/n exclaimed, digging her hand into the bouquet to reach the box she’d hidden in it. She handed it over to Bucky, anxiously awaiting his reaction.

Bucky took the box in his hands, removing the lid to reveal a small blue and white stick with one word written onto it; pregnant.

“Doll, you’re—” Bucky couldn’t bring himself to continue his sentence, his eyes growing wide with shock and excitement. y/n smiled and nodded slowly.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Buck,” y/n breathed out, a smile on her face as Bucky wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispered into the crook of her neck.

“I love you too, Bucky. Now, can we cut the fucking cake, I’m hungry,” y/n grumbled, earning a chuckle from Bucky.

Of course, he let her cut the cake. He let Allie and Jackson each have a slice when they asked. He let Olivia sneak just a glass of wine (she was eighteen now anyways) at the reception, and he let Ethan borrow his motorcycle keys after the reception. He would do anything for his family.