And I Made This Sad World A Paradise
»Honey, I’m home! «, Bucky exclaimed and let the door fall into its lock behind him while he peeled off the soaked jacked and toed off his shoes. His long, dark hair was dripping onto the carpet and he was grateful for the warmth in their apartment.
»Daddy! «
»Hello, sweetheart. «
A little, ten – year old girl with dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair came running towards him, throwing herself in his arms and Bucky picket her up effortlessly, swinging her around and pressing a kiss to her forehead, his husband was leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen and watched them with a soft mile on his face. The brunette set down his daughter and walked over to the blonde, »Hey, Stevie. «, he said and gave him a gentle kiss.
»Hey, Buck. You’re just in time for dinner. «
»Should probably get changed first. «, Bucky replied, gesturing to his wet clothes and Steve chuckled. The blonde led his daughter back into the kitchen while his husband went to the bedroom to put on some dry clothes.
Eight years. It had been eight years since Steve and Bucky had married and adopted their little girl. Peggy. Peggy Barnes – Rogers. They lived in Brooklyn now, in a small but cozy apartment with a balcony with loads of flowers and walls covered with Steve’s art. The Captain America shield was hanging there as well, a piece of history that had ended because Captain America was gone. Dead. Now, he was just Steve. Steve and Bucky and Peggy.
»That smells delicious, «, Bucky praised when he reemerged from the bedroom, now dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top, his wet hair in a messy bun.
»Tell that to Pegs, she did most of the work. «, Steve replied and Bucky immediately turned towards his daughter, »Did you, now? «, he asked and Peggy nodded proudly, »Well then, if that tastes half as good as it smells, you’ll be doing all the cooking from now on. «. Peggy giggled and climbed on her daddy’s lap while Steve put the vegetable lasagna on the plates and carried them over to the table.
It had been eight long years; exhausting and hard and painful but also soft and safe and good.
It had been eight long years filled with tears and nightmares, with laugher and smiles, with shouting and screaming, with kisses and hugs.
It had been eight long years but they had been worth it and the line was still going on and on and on.