Third Person POV:
The soldier lays pinned under the fallen rubble from helicarrier, while the Captain tries to lift the debris off his body. Using all the strength he can muster, having good intentions while the soldier angrily watches him, his goal is to complete the mission. Lifting the heavy metal enough off of the soldier, he crawls out from under, giving himself a second to breathe, refusing to look his mission in the eyes.
Slowly he begins to stand, "You know me," the Captain slowly tells him.
Rage overcomes the soldier. "No, I don't!" he screams issuing a blow to the man's face. He stumbles at the force that it takes to connect to his jaw, and the uneasiness of the falling helicarrier. If he admits to even just remembering him a bit, and not completing the mission, they will continue to torture and further manipulate him.
Both the men pant as the soldier's eyes finally look at the man, "Bucky." A rush of nostalgia runs through his brain. The name sounds right, but not coming off his lips. "You've known me your whole life." The soldier contemplates that sentiment. I've known her, her whole life. Furiously he hits the man again as random bits of memories come back to the forefront of his brain. It all becomes too much for the soldier. He has a mission. If he doesn't complete it, they will find her. All of it would be in vain.
"Your name is James Bucanan Barnes." The Captain slowly is bringing memories back. Overwhelmed the soldier's face tangles with even more confusion.
"Shut up!" He screams throwing the Captain down. He never fights back, causing even more fury to bubble in the soldier's veins.
The Captain shakily stands, removing his cowl and looks at the soldier. Kindness still etched in his face. They warned the soldier about him. He wishes to take the girl from him. He vaguely remembers her, mostly the hazel eyes, and the memories she would cast in his mind. This can't be the same scrawny kid she showed him. "I'm not gonna fight you." The Captain states. His demeanor never changes. Stoic and solid. The shield that he used to fight the soldier is dropped into the water below; surrendering his need to fight the soldier. "You're my friend."
Grunting in anger he runs towards the Captain, lifting his body up before slamming it on the now useless helicarrier. "You're my mission."
Angry blows with the soldier's metal arm hit his face repeatedly. Never slowing, and still, he doesn't fight back. A memory of a scrawny beaten-up boy flashes in his mind as he looks down at the battered man. "Then finish it." His fist pauses its assault on the man, fully taking in his bruised and battered face. "Because I'm with you to the end of the line."
The Captain remains still and sure of his words, while the soldier battles an internal war in his brain. Remembering the man. Remembering the girl with hazel eyes. Remembering how Hydra has been manipulating him. With another piece of fallen debris from the helicarrier the Captain falls to the water below. Standing up the soldier watches his descent. Still confused as only random bits of information and memories flash rapidly through his mind.
Watching as the man he once considered a friend; a brother falls to his death in a watery grave. Knowing he can't let the man die, regardless of the threats that Hydra told him, he jumps in the water below. Swimming as quickly as he can to grab ahold of the man, dragging his limp body to the shoreline.
Solemnly he looks at the man. He's free from Hydra, but more questions arise than answers. Leaning over he checks his pulse, he's still alive, "I saved your life. Now you do me a favor and don't take her from me." He stands, looking one last time at the comatose man before walking away. He needs more answers to put his life back together. Feeling like a jigsaw puzzle missing one too many pieces a deep sadness settles in the pit of his stomach. He has a new mission. Find himself, then find her.
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Walking into the Smithsonian to view the Captain America exhibit, the soldier walks around silently. His sorrowful eyes take in every bit of information he can devour from the museum. More memories flood his mind, gritting his teeth at the impending headache that's soon to follow.
Staring up at a memorial for himself, and yet, not himself. He reads the blurb on the large plaque. A lie that Hydra let the world believe. He was assumed to be dead, and yet he was held captive for decades. He stares at his former image; he's become a ghost of what he was.
Confused he turns to leave, and hears a voice from his dreams, "Come on, Cooper. We've got to find Laura and Lila." Stalking away to hide in the shadows he looks for the source of the voice.
"You just came here to look at pictures of Steve Rogers and you know it! We were told not to even come to this exhibit," a young boy follows behind the girl, holding tightly to her hand, but she pushes them through the crowd. He watches as her body stops at the memorial for him. "What are you doing?" he asks.
The girl is frozen. A shiver crawls up her spine and her body shifts looking around. "Earth to Charlie." He taps on her arm while she continues to look around the room. Eyes falling to where the soldier is hiding. Uncomfortably he shuffles. He knows if he leaves his hiding spot, she will discover him. "Charlie!" Her body spins to look at the boy. "What is going on?"
"I felt like someone was watching me." Her body looks back to where the soldier continues to hide. Charlie. That can't be the same girl, and yet it feels like it. He just can't see her eyes, but the voice, it's like hearing his dreams manifest into reality. Most his dreams are nightmares, except the ones that include her.
"You went all weird looking at the dead man's thingy."
"He just looks...familiar." She walks back to the plaque. Her fingers come in contact with the glass tracing along his face. The soldier can't watch this anymore, swiftly he leaves his hiding spot, only daring to look once more at the pair.
"Yeah, well how can that be true? It said he died in 1945."
Letting out a familiar giggle she stops her fingers and looks at the young boy, "You're right. Come on, let's go find your mom and sister. Let's keep this a secret between you and me, okay?"
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Bucky's POV:
"Shh...I'm right here babe. Find my heartbeat, James. I'm right here with you." Charlie's soothing voice calls out to me in the darkness. She focuses her energy on grounding me from my dream, and I hear our son whimper through the monitor. "Babe? You want to talk about it?"
"Callan is about to cry." My voice comes out much hoarser than I had anticipated.
"He'll be fine, right now I need to know you are. Bucky?"
I open my eyes fully to look at her. She leans over my body, with her hand gently caressing my face. "I'm fine. Do you want to go get our boy or me?" With a quick smile and a soft kiss, she uncovers herself to tend to Callan. Taking a bit of extra time with him in his nursery, I hear her talking sweetly to him as she changes his diaper. Swiftly she walks into the room, cradling Callan tightly before joining me back on the bed.
Not saying a word to one another she adjusts her pillow before leaning back for him to nurse. Normally she looks at him with an affectionate smile, but she looks over to me, and I know I was reacting to the dreams. Her soft hands press up against my cheek, thumb rubbing along the scruff on my jaw. "So, what did I do while I was sleeping?"
"You kind of shouted. Said that I was your mission."
"That wasn't for you." I whisper, leaning more into her touch. Reminding myself who is in my bed, and who is holding my son, my wife. My doll. My Charlie. She nods her head at the admission.
"You also said that you couldn't be here. So, why don't you tell me about your dream babe." Leaning in for a quick kiss first I release a sigh. "Only if you want to though."
"I want to. It was about Steve. We were on the helicarrier in DC. He told me that I knew him. It was like a wave of memories rushing in. He called me Bucky...and I... I couldn't remember him calling me that, I remembered..." slowly I recollect the dream.
"Me calling you that?" I nod at her. "Then what happened?"
"I beat him. It wasn't until he was bleeding and bruised and he told me he was with me till the end of the line that I remembered him. He fell in the water, and I jumped in to save him. Charlie...I told him not to take you from me. Why..." my voice fades off as I try to think about what I'm trying to ask.
"Why did you remember me more as the Winter Soldier than as Bucky Barnes?" I nod. "Or even why these dreams keep happening?"
"It's like..." I shake my head. I still haven't told her about the part at the Smithsonian.
"Do you feel like Steve could ever take me from you?" Briefly she looks down at Callan who only smiles up at her.
"No. I don't know. He tried...so many times. They knew..."
"Who did I always end up with in the end, James? You. I won't lie to you and say that I don't love Steve. That I didn't love Steve. But all my roads lead back to you every time. I don't think that's a coincidence. And he didn't make me happy the way you do. You make me feel complete. I want, no need you to realize you're more than enough for me. You're all I want or need in my life." Her fingers rub along my arm, making sure she knows how present with me that she is.
"How did they know it was going to be Steve? Why him? Why not Sam or Tony or anyone but him? They told me it was going to be him, and it was." Charlie contemplates my questions. She begins to say something only to stop.
"Do you not see the similarities between you two? Or even think about the times that we talked about him, that I would cast your memories that I gathered back to you. In a way I had a connection to him before I ever met him. Maybe...I don't know...maybe subconsciously I gravitated to him because I knew it would lead me to you." Charlie stops only to readjust Callan.
"Did you do it on purpose?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish to put them back. "I didn't mean that."
"No, I get it. I honestly didn't remember my time in Hydra. I have no reason to lie to you. The only memory I kept from my time there was your eyes." She giggles a bit, thankfully my question didn't offend her. "I even went to the Captain America exhibit. Took Cooper there, we weren't supposed to go in that exhibit, paranoid Clint, but I wanted to see more of his stories. Might have had a crush on him. Anyways, I remember looking at the memorial to you. There was something that I couldn't place, like I got a déjà vu feeling. Makes sense, the picture was black and white."
"I saw you." Her face tilts to the side, millions of questions in her eyes. "I went there that day, too. To learn more about me and him. When I was leaving, I heard your voice. I hid and watched you." Now it's her turn to look away from me.
"I thought I felt someone."
"You looked right at me." I move my chin to rest on her shoulder, looking down at our son, who has no idea what his parents are talking about. Once my face comes into his vision he unlatches and smiles up at me. Her elbow pushes at me a bit.
"Stop. He's nursing." Her voice comes out odd, lifeless.
"Doll, he's fine."
"He needs to eat." Her eyes never meet mine, but I see a tear fall from her cheek. "Did you know?"
"Know what?"
"When we met at your apartment. Did you know?"
I attempt to pull myself closer to her, but she only moves further away. "Not really. I knew there was something about you, like a feeling. I didn't know you were in Hydra."
"Where else would we have met, Bucky?" Ahh that name. She's hurting and angry. "Did you ever write about me in your notebooks? The ones that were taken from you."
"Not specifically. Well, your description, and the odd things that happened. You casting my memories that you retrieved back to me. Me wanting to protect you from Pierce. Nothing major. Those notebooks...they were a jumble of mess. I tried color coding them, to piece them together. It was all random memories." She can only nod, her face continuing to gaze at our son. "Okay, I should have said something sooner to you. None of it made sense. You even said yourself when you looked into my eyes there was a familiarity."
"When did you remember me at the Smithsonian? I mean, I know all those memories I brought back was like a rush. Sometimes we can't focus on one, but when did you remember?"
Hazel eyes look into my blue ones. I don't have to lie. "Just now. In my dream."
"I'm sorry. Sometimes it's overwhelming. Our history, y'know?" I nod with a sad smile. "Hydra they tried to take everything from us. It all makes sense. How quickly I trusted you, how much I was willing to do to protect you." She begins to adjust Callan for burping, and I reach out to be the one to do it. "When Zemo activated you...you choked me, but I told you something about recognizing your doll. You stopped. Then you were taking me with you. Why?"
My flesh hand pats at Callan's back, and I deeply think. Memories as the Winter Soldier typically only show themselves in my dreams. She watches me, focusing on something in the distance, knowing I am trying to pull those memories out.
"I...it was like you calling yourself doll made me realize who you were, and then when I saw you again...it was my mission to keep you safe. Everyone was fighting me, so that must have meant they would fight you." A look down at our now snoring son and it makes me want to have alone time with Charlie. It's been a trying forty-five minutes. Leaving us with more questions. She nods at me.
When I return back her eyes are softer. "C'mere. I just want to hold you."
"You're not mad at me?"
She shakes her head. "No. Hydra played us as pawns in their wicked schemes. You for much longer. They abused you. Used your body as a weapon. But we have to have discussions like this. I don't want you to deal with isolated memories alone, and I don't want to have to deal with mine alone." I crawl in between her legs, using her lower stomach as a pillow. My arms wrap around her, and she smiles down at me, rubbing along my face.
"You did that to the picture of me at the museum."
"I know. I did it to when you weren't returning my calls, too."
"Sam told me. I can't say I'm sorr..."
"Stop, I know you're sorry, but right now, I just want to hold you." I turn to place a kiss on her stomach, staring back up at her. "What was that for?"
"Can't I just kiss my wife?"
"Yes, I was just hoping you didn't know something that I..."
"Wait...what?" My eyes smile up at her.
"I'm not saying I'm pregnant, babe. I was just curious if those super soldier ears were hearing things."
"They don't. You have been moody lately."
"Oh, shut up. I'm not pregnant. We've been careful." I laugh. "Most the time. Bucky Barnes, our son is too young, don't you manifest this into existence."
"How about we practice then?"
"No."
"Come on. I'll pull out."
"That's a definite no. Every time you say that, you fail." Her words are playful and her smile is so big. She may be saying no, but I know she doesn't actually mean it.
"Please, Charlie, I promise I will. Look you got this big super soldier begging for you."
"I don't care. I don't trust this big super soldier."
"Ouch, that hurt, doll. Fine, you don't get all this then." My body rolls off of hers and she lets out a cute grunt. Silence settles over the bedroom. Mimicking legs her fingers walk over to my body, but I grab them before they make contact. "Nope. Don't even get to hold me, unless I get to be buried deep in that tight pussy of yours." Huffing she flips her body away from me. "Please, doll."
"If you don't pull out, I'm making you wear a condom." Knowing I've won this time I pull her closer to me. "I'm being serious. Or I could just withhold sex from you."
I laugh. Genuinely laugh. "I could last longer than you."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Sounds like it."
"Alright. Goodnight, Bucky. Wake me up if Callan cries."
"Wait a minute. I didn't agree to this right now."
"So, you're admitting that I can last longer?" She flips over to look at me. Her eyes are so bright and shining.
"No, I know that I could last longer." To prove some point, I wrap an arm around her, resting my hand on her ass.
"Okay. I'm not saying we can't touch. I'm saying no genitals of any kind. Sleep touching does count."
"Like you grinding your dripping pussy on my leg?"
"Or you fingering me while you're asleep." She places a coy kiss on my lips. "Goodnight, Daddy."
"You're such a tease. Why not start this tomorrow?"
"It's four o'clock in the morning. It is tomorrow." I don't know if my will is ready to withhold from touching her. Let the games begin.
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Charlie's POV:
Honestly, I shouldn't have suggested that Bucky and I go ahead and fall asleep. While I was tired, my husband is the sexiest thing on earth. His smoldering eyes when he watches me with Callan, his sweetness that comes through when he has tea parties with Maggie and Alpine, and especially when he helps around the house. I'm not sure if there's a perfect husband, but if there was James Bucky Barnes would be it.
Both of us enjoy teasing the other, hoping that the other will be the one to fail. Eating ice cream slowly in front of Bucky, sliding my fingers over his shoulder, or my favorite, putting lotion on with the bathroom door open, while he grits his teeth on the bed. I love watching him as I slowly apply the moisturizer, one of his favorite things to do for me. His eyes darken with every smooth motion I make on my skin.
Bucky enjoys torturing me with whispers into my ear, followed by a swift kiss behind said ear. He loves picking me up to sit on the kitchen counter, while he leans into me, slowly spreading my thighs. But his ultimate favorite is sliding around my body. His front always pressed tightly against my back. He can't help but smirk every time I gasp at the feeling of his thick cock against my backside. We haven't denied kissing, it almost feels like years ago when we were younger. Just enjoying the innocent side of our relationship.
Mixed in with our constant teasing we run around trying to keep up with a fast-crawling Callan, and watching as our beautiful boy pulls himself up. The coffee table had to be moved out of the living room, both of us scared of a bump to the head. I nearly cry each day that passes, because he's so determined to walk. Each time he falls he lets out an angry squeal, while sparks exit his fingertips.
"He's got his daddy's temper." I tell Bucky after the third time he got frustrated. Bucky agreeing sits down beside me on the floor and quickly kisses my neck. Callan grunts and slaps at the floor. I giggle looking towards him, "Do that again?"
"What?" Bucky asks, eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Kiss me." Not waiting he turns my head at him. His hand wraps around my neck as he pulls me closer to him and he softly pecks along my lips. He doesn't let up until Callan crawls over to him with a growl, his hand connects with his thighs, releasing his baby sparks.
"Hey, hey, son." Bucky pulls away from me, staring down at the cherub faced boy who now smiles back up at him. "She was mine first." A small grunt comes out of his mouth and his body jumps with it. "Listen, Sparky, I'm the father, you're the son. She's mine. Ask her."
"Ma." His little voice calls out.
"That's right baby boy. I'm your mommy." It's Bucky's turn to grunt. I see where the boy gets it from. "But I do love your daddy." He laughs shaking his head back and forth.
"She does. She especially loves when I kiss her, on both her lips." I elbow him and Maggie comes down the stairs carrying Alpine.
"Why is Bubba being angry?" She asks sitting beside him.
"Apparently he doesn't like when Bucky kisses me." I can't help but giggle. Bucky's eyes go wide as him and Callan have a quick staring contest. His chubby limbs wiggle around as he giggles at his daddy.
"I think that means you lose, son." He gives his dad another grunt. Wanting to try something new he grabs Maggie closer to him and kisses her cheek. Callan only giggles and crawls closer to them, pulling himself up on Bucky's leg to stand. "Now, watch this, Maggie James."
Knowing what he's doing I lean into him, this time I kiss his lips, followed by quick kisses to his cheeks. "Eh." Callan releases another grunt, followed by a giggle and a chubby sticky hand pulls my chin away from Bucky's face. "My mama."
I gasp looking at my beautiful boy. "He just said mama."
"Charlie, don't you do it. I know you're about to cry." I hear my small daughter giggling and agreeing with her bonus dad.
"But it sounded so perfect coming out of his mouth." I scoop the boy up, peppering kisses all over his face, making sure to add extra ones to his squishy cheeks. Squeezing him tightly against my chest. "But you're still going to have to share me because I'm also your sister's mom." His bright blue eyes sparkling as he smiles at me.
"Does that mean I get to have another baby now?" Maggie asks.
"Not you, too." I look over at the pair. They're devious. "I already have two perfect kids, why do I need another one?"
"Because, I want a baby sister." She pouts.
"Yeah, me, too. Well, a daughter." I can't believe these two. Conspiring against me, us, I doubt Callan wants another baby. I can only shake my head as I watch my beaming boy. "I'm going to break you down eventually, doll." Bucky casts into my mind. Callan and I both look at him, and he grunts again. "Did you hear me talk to your mom? If he did, we're in trouble."
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Charlie's POV:
Four days after our challenge and I'm running on fumes. I need my husband. He ran a quick errand for a few groceries, and I have decided that I will be the one to fold. There's almost a hunger brewing in my stomach, and I just about want to attack him. Nearly needing to pounce on him every time he enters a room.
When he arrives back home, he throws a bag on the counter beside me, as I'm cleaning up breakfast. "What's this?" I ask opening the bag and seeing it's full of pregnancy tests. "What the hell? I told you I wasn't pregnant."
"I need confirmation of that. We're going to the compound. You need to try and fly with your lightening. Pepper said she would meet us there to watch the kids. But I need to know for sure." His hands slide across my back before his feet step on either side of mine, pressing his crotch up against my ass. "And if you're not, you can train. And I will fuck a baby into you. I know you wanted to wait, but Callan is almost a year old. What are we waiting on? I have baby fever."
"I can tell, babe." I whisper as his lips connect to my neck.
"I just love seeing you swollen and full growing my child."
"Him being young isn't the only reason." Bucky steps back, and spins me around to look up at him. Seeing a sadness that looms in my eyes, his solid arms pick me up, placing me on the counter, before finding his place in between my thighs.
"Okay, pretty girl. What else is there? I see that it's something that's bothering you. Do you not want any more kids?" Me not answering makes him ramble on. "If you don't, let me know. I won't push it."
"I want to give you all the babies, Bucky. My first two pregnancies they had...traumatic moments. With Maggie, I grieved more for you than I ever did when I wasn't pregnant. Like I felt so guilty carrying Steve's child, when all I wanted was a dead man. And then with Callan...it's just scary to think what else could happen."
I watch his face as he ponders on what I told him. Twisting his mouth around and biting his lips, he wrinkles his forehead and furrows his brows. "I can't promise that something bad isn't going to happen."
"And look at what we do, there's always going to be some kind of danger."
"There's always going to be danger with anyone, but I get that our job amplifies that. We'll have to put up some safeguards. You will never be alone. The compound has room for us there. Are you afraid for me to leave you still?" I roll my eyes at him. "Charlie, I'm serious."
"You left earlier today. Not long distance. But thinking of you on a mission without me..." I can't finish my sentence. Thinking of Bucky getting hurt while I'm safe at the compound is one thing, I have nightmares about. Not that Bucky isn't fully capable, but I worry when he's not around, much like I worry when my kids aren't around.
"So, we need a plan. Regardless of another baby. We'll heavily discuss this later. For now, ease my mind and take the test." His muscular arms, hold on to me tightly, sliding my ass off the counter. "I love you no matter what, doll."
"And I love you too, babe. My favorite person. One of them anyways." Placing me on the floor I grab the bag full of pregnancy tests. Most of them end up under the cabinet, but I do take one out. Laying it on the sink I open the door to Bucky holding a now awake, swollen eyed Callan, whose fists rub at his eyes.
"How long do we have to wait?" The large super soldier asks. He looks so comfy laid back on the bed, one leg on the floor. His large stature, full of pure muscle and sinew, with a bit of Vibranium, and he still so gently holds his son. I do want to give him all the babies. He's the perfect dad.
"A few minutes." At the sound of my voice Callan reaches for me. His chubby little hands grabbing at air towards me as the sweetest mama comes out of his mouth. "Come here my sweet boy. You don't want daddy to hold you?" He only lays his head on my chest, pulling down at my shirt. "You can only nurse for a bit longer, Cal." I look over to Bucky. "We've almost made it a year, it's about time to ween him."
"You feed him. I'll check the test." Before he walks by, he kisses my forehead. Holding his lips there while he inhales. "Always so sweet, honey."
I sit to nurse Callan, hearing a frustrated noise from Bucky. "I'm assuming it's negative."
"Yeah." Plastic circles around in the metal waste basket before the loud thunk reverberates in the bathroom. "I did actually think you might be, but the good thing is, now you get to practice flying with the lightning." Bucky leans forward to kiss our son, while his fingers play with his sandy blonde baby curls. "Enjoy that while you can son. Two more months and I don't have to share her with you."
"You're ridiculous. Go help Maggie pack. It'll be easier just to stay there. I'll grab us a bag when I'm done."
"No, you finish with him, and you can direct me what to pack."
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Bucky's POV:
Thankfully my wife is a very patient person, and that her pain tolerance is high. Neither of us know the best way to practice this so-called flying with her lightning. She's really good at falling slowly. She struggles mostly to fully lock into her powers.
"You want me to get Banner out here and threaten me?" I huff at her. Not that I'm angry, but I try to keep my words harsher and shorter, hoping to spark anger to activate the lightning.
"No." She pouts, snapping her fingers and watching pitiful sparkles ignite with the slap of her fingers. "Why is that shit the only thing I can get out of my fingers?" I begin to say something. "Don't. I know you're going to tell me to focus. I know. I fucking know." Her eyes get the faint bluish white glow.
"Well, you should. You're not focusing. You're playing around." Her eyes entirely gloss over with the glow of her lightning. "See all you need is to get angry."
"Oh, I'm angry."
"Now, control that anger. Let your lightning lift you up. Didn't Thor spin around with his?"
Lightning shapes pattern her skin, before materializing above her skin. Bolts flick and hover above her, and I can only smile. Popping her neck, she squats down, before propelling her body upwards. Getting much more air than she normally would. "Use your body to spin the lightning, it will power your ascent. Try going straight up."
Squatting down this time she twirls as she lifts, her body continues spinning, collecting more lightning from the clouds. She lands with one knee on the ground, while a fist pounds the ground, lightning runs through the grass, missing me each time. "Now, spin your body towards me."
"I'll hurt you."
"No, you won't. You haven't yet. I trust you." She launches her body, making one twist before fear of hurting me overtakes her, the lightning and glow on her body disappears and I run to her to try and catch her. I narrowly miss. She lands with a groan, grabbing a hold of her side. "You just have to trust yourself."
"No shit."
"But you did good, honey. That last power move was sexy. The very last move, was...well it was pitiful."
Her body continues to lay on the ground. "Shut up." Both of us erupt in laughter. Laying on the ground beside her I turn my head to watch the laughing change her face. There're more crinkles around her eyes than when she was younger, but with our happy life, she's earned every one. A small snort echoes through the compound yard, causing us both to laugh harder. "God, I love you James Bucky Barnes. Even when you piss me off."
"Without pissing you off how would I actually accomplish anything?" She rolls over, straddling my legs, and leans forward pulling my head up for a passionate kiss. We're both sweaty and gross, both of us needy from this stupid challenge, and honestly, I don't care to lose anymore, I feel like she doesn't either. Greedily her tongue licks around my lips, before I meet hers with my own.
Charlie quickly leans back, "Tag! You're it." And then off she runs. It takes me a few seconds to realize she's playing with me. Her little legs flee quickly through the yard. Sparing a quick glance back. "Can't keep up old man?" She screams.
"You're going to pay for that." I stand, running towards her. I don't put my full force into my sprinting. I would catch up quickly, and I enjoy her thinking she has the upper hand. When I catch up to her, I wrap my arms around her, taking us both down, and I hover over her. Like before I connect our lips. This time I'm the one using my tongue to get access to hers. She grants me access, and then I pull away. "Tag, you're it!"
Chasing after me this time, I still don't use my full potential. Allowing her to catch up quickly she jumps on my back. I hold on to her legs, continuing to run while she kisses a long my neck. "You win." She whispers in my ear as she continues to nip around my neck.
Abruptly I stop. "What did you say?"
"You win." I don't gloat, because I was willing to let her win. Right then and there I drop us to the ground. I don't care that we're in the yard. I don't care who might see us. A quickie will not hurt anyone. My lose shorts have already begun to tent, while our lips explore the others body. Kissing up each other's salty skin. There's no easy way to fuck her without having her exposed, so I don't bother.
I pull down the skintight leggings throwing them to the side along with her panties, spreading her thighs, I see the mess that her arousal has already caused. She's always so fucking wet, always so ready. "Fucking hell, honey."
"Just fuck me, please. Fuck into me hard."
"As you wish." Not wanting to disappoint, I hastily center my cock before hitching my hips forward. Giving her the courtesy of a few seconds to adjust before thrusting back into her warmth. Her legs wrap around me, stained green from the manicured lawn. Pieces of grass cling to our sticky skin, and I continue to rut into her ferociously. Wanting her to feel every party of me. "Say you'll give me another baby."
"You know I will James."
"Tell me you want me you want to feel me long after I pull out."
"Fuck yes." Her voice already panting.
"Does that mean we're going to quit with the bull shit protection?" She nods her head. "Now now, Charlie. I know you're my fucking slut, but I don't need you to be daddy's dumb baby. Shit. Use your big girl words." My hips piston into hers, already feeling her clench tightly around me. With each filthy word I growl at her, her fingers hold onto my back tighter.
"Yes, Daddy. Fuck." Eyes rolling into the back of her head, her back arches up, finger nails digging into my clothed back. "Use me how you want to."
"Good girl. Going to be daddy's...fucking...fuck doll, huh?"
"Yes, James. I'm...I'm..." Slamming my mouth onto hers we both swallow the remaining moans and filth spewing from the others mouths. A few quick more thrusts and I coat her walls with my hot cum. I love the hums that release from her mouth at the feeling. Her eyelids so heavy, but she still manages to smile. "Thank you."
"No, thank you, honey." We both place quick pecks onto each other. Holding our position before her hand taps my shoulder, informing me that I can pull out. Leaning back, I watch my spend trickle out of her. Using my fingers, I push what I can back in. "Don't want to waste anything."
"You're ridiculous."
"And you, my dearest wife are about to be very sore." I gather up her panties and leggings, dressing her again before pulling her up to walk. "Let's get back inside. You're leaking. I'm guessing the boy will need to be fed." Walking closer to the entrance we both already hear him whining. "Told you."
Pepper bounces him around on her hip. "Thankfully the girls are playing. I was coming to find you two, until Bruce informed me you were busy. On the lawn?"
Charlie shrugs reaching for Callan. His chubby face buries onto her chest, wanting more than anything to nurse. I get it. "The opportunity arose. We seized it." Her body tries to maneuver our large son and release her breast before she hands him to me, pulling up the sports bra under her flowy tank top and grabbing him again. Shushing him, while giving him a finger to hold. "When you're done, your mommy and daddy need a shower. And you, my beautiful boy, will need a bath as well."
"Might as well save water and shower together."
"You two are insufferable." Pepper giggles. "I'll bathe him while you two shower." I watch a silent conversation happen between the women. Pepper gasps, placing her hands over her smile. Quickly she looks over to me, and I know why. She's agreed outside of the passion too. Pepper walks away, turning she calls back, "I'll be in the bunk room when you're done."
Looking at my wife and son I realize how lucky we are. Especially me. Never would I have imagined before leaving for the war I would be here. An avenger, a husband, a dad, a bonus dad. I don't deserve the life I have, but I will fight everything to keep it.