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bakerstreet2014-11-16 08:30 am
grinded) wrote in bakerstreet2014-11-16 08:30 am
[Probably difficult having a super hero for a husband but despite his antics he's definitely a fun and loving kind of guy.]
[ Good with any number. ]
[ Sharon pauses, the key less than an inch away from the lock. They'd never fought like that before; they'd never fought so badly that she'd gone on mission after mission in order to avoid him. If she hadn't started missing him, she probably wouldn't be standing here right now. Sure, she'd made her vows, but the Avengers had a traitor in their midst, and- she'd wanted to believe he was innocent, she had, but she hadn't been raised to trust people blindly.
And yes, she may have said some things she'd later regretted, but she'd never intended to go back on her vows. It didn't mean she didn't care about him.
She just- he just irritated the hell out of her sometimes.
She pushed the key into the lock and poked her head in. ]
Eric? You here?
And yes, she may have said some things she'd later regretted, but she'd never intended to go back on her vows. It didn't mean she didn't care about him.
She just- he just irritated the hell out of her sometimes.
She pushed the key into the lock and poked her head in. ]
Eric? You here?
[Being considered a traitor by your own wife had hurt, and Eric had naturally taken a lot of offence to the very idea. Sure he could be a jack ass and a pain at the worst of times, but being married to Sharon had managed to tune him far more into the idea of being a hero than Steve or Tony could ever manage. And yeah he'd gotten captured by HYDRA a couple times, but what the hell made them think he'd turn traitor like that?
Especially Sharon. God he loved that woman. Brave, resourceful, able to put up with a lot of his past antics, not to mention one of SHIELD's hottest on staff. And they'd never had as bad a fight until that one.
He was just sitting in the lounge, Ant Man Helmet across from him, a beer in his hand. He wasn't sober, but he wasn't stupid enough to get blind drunk either because of a lie.
Her voice got his attention though as he looked up. Not in her direction, though. The tone was level, difficult to read.]
Yeah.
Especially Sharon. God he loved that woman. Brave, resourceful, able to put up with a lot of his past antics, not to mention one of SHIELD's hottest on staff. And they'd never had as bad a fight until that one.
He was just sitting in the lounge, Ant Man Helmet across from him, a beer in his hand. He wasn't sober, but he wasn't stupid enough to get blind drunk either because of a lie.
Her voice got his attention though as he looked up. Not in her direction, though. The tone was level, difficult to read.]
Yeah.
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[ That wasn't good. He didn't seem happy to see her. But then, why would he? All the years they'd been together, she'd never spoken to him so harshly. She'd snapped at him, sure. Teased him about things, sure. But she'd never accused him of intentionally hurting his friends before, of betraying them to their enemies.
The worst part was that as bad as she felt for accusing him, she still wasn't certain he hadn't betrayed them. It didn't have to be intentional. If he'd said something, led someone to a hideout... Sure, she didn't think he was the one who was betraying them so consistently, that had to be someone else. But whom? And she wasn't a good enough liar to make him think she believed him to be completely innocent.
She crept deeper inside their house, closing the door behind her. ]
I'm home. Obviously.
The worst part was that as bad as she felt for accusing him, she still wasn't certain he hadn't betrayed them. It didn't have to be intentional. If he'd said something, led someone to a hideout... Sure, she didn't think he was the one who was betraying them so consistently, that had to be someone else. But whom? And she wasn't a good enough liar to make him think she believed him to be completely innocent.
She crept deeper inside their house, closing the door behind her. ]
I'm home. Obviously.
[Truthfully he was a little, but the wounds were still pretty fresh. Eric occasionally snapped or felt guilty about things he'd done or said, but he never tried to dwell on it. But this felt different. The fact she of all people thought he'd sell out Steve or Barton or Romanoff. His friends, People he respected or cared for and occasionally still flirted just slightly with. Sharon, the lady he'd come to love, thought that of him.
And that uncertainty somehow made it worse. Sharon was right to check, maybe, he might have had the right reasons in principle, but she'd come to it without most of the facts to back it up.
He glanced her way finally, a momentary smile from her words before it eroded from view. She still could make him smile, so it wasn't total.]
Yeah, you are.
Any... progress?
[Because lord forbid he wanted this traitor thing done as much as Sharon.]
And that uncertainty somehow made it worse. Sharon was right to check, maybe, he might have had the right reasons in principle, but she'd come to it without most of the facts to back it up.
He glanced her way finally, a momentary smile from her words before it eroded from view. She still could make him smile, so it wasn't total.]
Yeah, you are.
Any... progress?
[Because lord forbid he wanted this traitor thing done as much as Sharon.]
[ She doesn't need to be a mindreader to know what he's talking about. It doesn't seem that little has occupied his thoughts other than the threats of betrayal. Except for when she's in the thick of missions, she doesn't think of much else, either.
She pauses in the doorway to the room. She liked his smile; over the years, it had made her own smile come more easily. She doesn't like the way it disappears. ]
Natasha's been looking into things. No progress yet.
[ She heads into the bedroom to drop off her bag. ] How have things been while I was away?
She pauses in the doorway to the room. She liked his smile; over the years, it had made her own smile come more easily. She doesn't like the way it disappears. ]
Natasha's been looking into things. No progress yet.
[ She heads into the bedroom to drop off her bag. ] How have things been while I was away?
[He's tried not to, but such statements just don't go away that easily. He's drunk a bit, but never enough to go pear shaped. He felt like tearing stuff up so he got out the armour and secretly dealt with some local issues a little rougher than he would normally, but the house remains undamaged.
Despite everything he makes a simple motion for her to sit near him.]
Good... the checking things not the...
Quiet. I dealt with a couple of local disturbances. Guess I thought it would...
...
I think we need to talk, Sharon.
Despite everything he makes a simple motion for her to sit near him.]
Good... the checking things not the...
Quiet. I dealt with a couple of local disturbances. Guess I thought it would...
...
I think we need to talk, Sharon.
[ She crosses into the kitchen after dropping off her bag, grabbing a beer from the fridge. It doesn't take an expert to see that the fridge is far lighter in terms of beer than it was before.
Her shoulders fall when he says they need to talk, and she takes a swig of her drink to steel her nerves.
Slowly, she walks back into the room and sits in the seat beside him. She taps her fingers softly against the can. ]
Guess we should.
Her shoulders fall when he says they need to talk, and she takes a swig of her drink to steel her nerves.
Slowly, she walks back into the room and sits in the seat beside him. She taps her fingers softly against the can. ]
Guess we should.
[ There's no ceremony, only a courthouse, some forged identification and a few words from an officiant, and that's enough as far as Bucky is concerned. He thinks maybe Steve would have wanted a church, thinks maybe someday they could still have that--but he wants this more now, quick and binding in a place where people don't know their names. He takes Steve's hand nervously as they walk out together, his other hand--the metal hand--jammed deep into a pocket, a hat pulled down over his eyes; they're both in civilian clothes, no different as when they walked into the courthouse, no outward change, but he feels something different, the sense of something irrevocable transformed within him, within them both.
It's a good feeling, he decides.
Days later they're back at home in Brooklyn and he's relaxed enough to leave off patrolling the roof and the streets; he knows the grid of the neighborhood already, has the entire map of it in his mind, but he wants to be here with Steve, his husband, his for the rest of their lives. He makes coffee for them in the mornings, leaving a mug for him on the table and waiting for him to sit down before pushing his hands into his hair and tipping back his head and kissing his mouth, fiercely. ]
Don't go out today. [ Truthfully, neither of them have much since their return. All he seems to care to do is be with Steve every waking moment. ]
It's a good feeling, he decides.
Days later they're back at home in Brooklyn and he's relaxed enough to leave off patrolling the roof and the streets; he knows the grid of the neighborhood already, has the entire map of it in his mind, but he wants to be here with Steve, his husband, his for the rest of their lives. He makes coffee for them in the mornings, leaving a mug for him on the table and waiting for him to sit down before pushing his hands into his hair and tipping back his head and kissing his mouth, fiercely. ]
Don't go out today. [ Truthfully, neither of them have much since their return. All he seems to care to do is be with Steve every waking moment. ]
[There's no ceremony, but at the end of the day there's the two of them and the promise that they've made to one another, and that's all Steve will ever need. Bucky surprises him by being the first to reach for his hand, and he smile over at him, feeling happiness for the first time in a long time. A lot of people lay claim to Captain America, or at least try to. Steve Rogers belongs to him alone.
It's been just under a week, and Steve hasn't resumed his jogging. He reasons that he gets enough exercise without leaving the bedroom, much less the apartment. His mornings start with a cup of coffee and a kiss, and Steve hums into it.]
Hmm, I thought sugar usually went into the coffee.
[Steve smiles up at him, one arm sliding around Bucky's waist to keep him close. He leans in, nuzzling at his husband's skin.]
Wasn't planning on it. Why? [He looks up, one brow quirking with interest.] Got something in mind?
It's been just under a week, and Steve hasn't resumed his jogging. He reasons that he gets enough exercise without leaving the bedroom, much less the apartment. His mornings start with a cup of coffee and a kiss, and Steve hums into it.]
Hmm, I thought sugar usually went into the coffee.
[Steve smiles up at him, one arm sliding around Bucky's waist to keep him close. He leans in, nuzzling at his husband's skin.]
Wasn't planning on it. Why? [He looks up, one brow quirking with interest.] Got something in mind?
[Crown Prince of a fantasy-setting empire! Princesses and such most welcome for obvious political reasons, but he gets on very well with the common folk, as well, so I'm open to ideas! Character summary here.]
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