Chapter 19
Five Years Later
"Done so soon?" Steve teased as his husband slumped into the room, the front of his shirt completely soaked. "You look like you're the one who took a bath."
Bucky scowled, pulling his wet shirt away from his skin, "I swear that boy splashes more than a damn fish."
"He's an angel," Steve grinned, walking over to help him out of his clothing. "And I would've done bath time but it was my turn to take Lucky for a walk."
Grumbling, Bucky climbed into bed in only his pajama bottoms, reaching to pull his hair out of the sloppy bun it's been in all day. Even after all this time, Steve's heart did a funny little flip when Bucky would stare up at him with those gorgeous eyes, brown hair falling into his face.
"I love our son and he'll be a great swimmer," he sighed while Steve slid in beside him. "But maybe, he could practice in an actual pool and not our bath tub."
Steve hummed, curling up against Bucky to pillow his head on the humans chest.
"We can always get a pool, maybe build a deck in the yard near the cabin," Steve whispered thoughtfully, planning things in his head.
There was absolutely nothing they wouldn't do for their son and although Bucky was a little hesitant to adopt an alien child that Tony had quite literally stumbled upon- they loved him like he was their own.
Bucky kissed Steve's forehead like he'd often do when Steve would start thinking too much before bed.
"He'd love it even if it was a two inch blow up pool, babydoll," he told him gently. "He's not a difficult kid to impress."
And that was true, he hadn't been from Earth either and Bucky took it upon himself to show both Steve and their son new things they've never seen before.
"I love him so much," Steve told him quietly, snuggling into Bucky's warmth.
"Me too," he whispered back and held Steve even closer. "Took us a damn long time but he's home now. He's legally our son."
Steve nodded, remembering the long battle they had to fight just to convince MIB that they could get married and then the slow process of adopting their son.
Now, he was married to the love of his life and they were raising a beautiful baby boy together.
Grinning, Steve kissed his husband's bare chest sweetly, letting himself slip into a peaceful sleep.
"What the shit?!" Deadpool cried, tossing the book over his shoulder with a scowl. He crossed his legs, stretching the spandex of his red suit obscenely. "I did not just spend thirty years of my life reading that to get some half assed ending."
Well what did you expect?
Yeah, at least you got sexy times-
"I wasn't reading it for the sex, although Cap getting his ass destroyed was a definite plus," he told the boxes, chomping into another late night chimichanga.
Wade had found the thin black book on the bookcase that he was technically told not to touch but if no one saw it then it didn't happen, right?
Right.
But what if they find out?
Kill them.
You cant kill your in laws. Unless you also kill your boyfriend, otherwise he'll never forgive you.
Fuck it, if it comes down to it- just stab and ask questions later.
"We aren't killing Peter!" Deadpool exclaimed, hopping off the recliner as his sleepy, doe eyed boyfriend shuffled into the room.
He rubbed at his heavy eyes, "Wade, are you talking to the boxes again?"
Lie.
Abort mission. We've been compromised. I repeat, abort mission.
Dammit, tell him you were talking to your reflection again or some shit.
"I do look ruggedly handsome today," Wade muttered aloud as Peter crossed his arms tiredly. "I was reading the story of how your parents met to them."
Peter seemed confused by his gleeful smile and tilted his head a bit more, and is he trying to get smothered in kisses by being so adorable? Because Wade was about to do it, no one looked as cute as Peter when they woke up.
"You were reading…?"
Wade nodded, "Yeah, the readers seemed to be enjoying the story but I missed all the good baby Parker bits and only got the sappy Nicholas Sparks shit."
His brows climbed up further, looking at Deadpool like he was crazy and maybe he was.
No. Not maybe. Definitely.
I'm pretttttttty sure that you're clinically insane.
"What the fuck? No I'm not, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me," he grumbled as the boxes chattered on.
"Wade," Peter began gently, hushing the boxes. "We're up at here at my parent's cabin and it's like, 2 am. Please come back to bed."
Deadpool turned to shoot finger guns at something Peter couldn't see.
"Baby boy, there's nothing I love more than spooning you- well maybe my katanas or chimichangas or the way your bubble butt looks in those tight red jeans-," he breathed deeply and continued. "But the author really wants me to be in this last chapter."
"What are you talking abo-"
"Shhhhhhhhh," Deadpool whispered, pressing a finger to his boyfriend's lips. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Petey."
Batting the mercenary's hand away, Peter leaned forward to poke at his chest in warning, "If you aren't in bed in the next half hour, I'm cuddling the dog."
With that, the younger man turned away to walk back into his old childhood bedroom.
"Don't threaten me, it turns me on!" He called at his retreating figure with a giggle, finishing off his food quickly. "I'd say I was kidding but I'm REALLY not."
Why is that kid even with you anymore?
You'd think he'd have better taste, am I right?
"Well, he doesn't. So shut the hell up," Wade interrupted sourly. "Anyways, like I was saying guys- I, personally, wanted cute baby Peter and a smutty wedding night sex scene-"
That's gross they're like 50 something.
You can tell who Peter got his looks from though...
You know he's adopted, right?
"And instead we got this story that was sweet enough to rot my teeth and had me all," Wade shuddered. "Feelsy and whatever you Tumblr kids say these days."
Peter wasn't joking, he'll really cuddle his dog.
That dog is like, ancient already.
Don't talk about Lucky like that, he's practically a senior citizen.
More like a goddamn fossil.
"Anyways," He ducked his head to read off of random index cards with a frown. "Thanks for also wasting your life away reading this, I guess. Now if you don't mind…"
Grunting, Wade pushed himself off the chair to start walking to Peter's room, "I have a cute boyfriend to cuddle."