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“What do you think? Too much or..” 

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[text: Bestie] Hey, going to the mall to pick up some stuff. Wanna coffee? [text: Bestie] Also, girls night tonight?? Please?? I’ll bring the... non alcoholic drinks?

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PROMPT

It was their first Christmas, as a married couple. Bucky was more than ecstatic, watching his new wife hum and decorate the tree, stomach swollen in the last few weeks of what had been a very tumultuous pregnancy for them both. Their boy, now a strapping two-year-old, was toddling on chubby legs, eager to hand her whatever ornaments caught his eye.

He couldn’t count the blessings, couldn’t keep track of all the sheer luck they’d experienced since the war was over. He bore heavy scars, of course, but hers weren’t any less in number, though invisible they might be.

For now, he was content to overlook the damage, and grin like a fool at the warmth of this home that they’d built in the aftermath of all that suffering.

Liza’s voice pulled him from his sappy reverie, brow surging skyward, “Hmmm?”

She sighed and shook her head in good-natured exasperation, “I said, Matthew wants you to hold him up so he can put the angel at the top of the tree.”

“Ah, yeah, of course.” Bucky chuckled sheepishly and set aside his coffee cup, pushing himself to stand from the over-plush couch her mother had given them as a housewarming gift. Honestly, he hated the hideous yellow thing, but he feared his mother-in-law enough to stay his tossing it in the garbage.

The veteran stooped to hoist the squealing boy on to his shoulder, turning his head to avoid getting a tooth knocked loose from those kicking heels.

Plump arms hooked the angel haphazardly atop the tree (Bucky resolved he’d fix it when the squirt lay down for his afternoon nap), and a piercing screech of sheer delight all but deafened him.

Liza applauded dramatically from beside him, mouth split in the same smile that had seduced him the first night they had met. His expression softened and he took the time to lean forward and steal a soft kiss, “Have I told you I love you, recently? I feel like I haven’t…”

When Matthew was returned to the floor, she shoved at his arm playfully, “Behave, you big sap.” She laughed, resting a hand on the rounded profile of her abdomen, where their daughter (because she swore it was a girl) had started to tap an eager rhythm in her womb.

“Alright you two, it’s time to make a trip to grandma’s for dinner, the queen and future princess are hungry.” Liza chuckled, while Bucky set to wrestling Matthew into a jumper and socks. He eventually succeeded and the three of them ducked into the crisp air of a Brooklyn winter.

It was the first time Bucky had walked through his busy hometown and not felt empty and alone.

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The Lawyer & the Linguist

The last thing James had expected when he walked into the bar the night before he was meant to leave New York was to get into a bar fight with an overzealous, arrogant drunkard who simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

At first, James tried to fend off the man’s advantages by pretending to be the young woman’s boyfriend, hoping it would be enough of a deterrent that he’d simply leave her be, leaving it so that everyone could enjoy their drinks in peace. That plan was quickly thrown out the window though the moment he started to push the agent, getting in his face and trying to intimidate him into submission. When it  became clear that there was no intimidating James, the man threw a punch, and everything seemed to go downhill from there.

The man had gotten lucky. Though James was by far the superior fighter of the two, he was sore and tired from his mission, leaving him slower than he would have been otherwise, and that allowed the man to land a solid hit to his jaw, splitting the corner of his bottom lip in the process. Annoyed and frustrated, wanting nothing more than to unwind before crawling back to his hotel to catch a few hours of sleep before his early morning flight, James made quick work of the man, knocking him unconscious in a matter of minutes. 

The only downside to this was the aftermath of the fight, especially since dealing with American police was vastly aggravating for the agent.

Finally, after talking to the police, giving them one of the many numbers the agency had set up to discretely deal with things like this, and assuring everyone that he was not planning on getting into any more fights and incapacitating people, he was allowed to go back into the bar where he made his way towards the young woman from earlier.

Wiping the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, the Kingsman did a quick once-over of the young woman, checking to see if there were any visible markings from where the guy had gotten a little too handsy.

“I’m sorry about all of that,” he apologized, looking somewhat chagrined at the whole ordeal. “Are you alright?” he asked.

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