The first time it happens Bucky had laughed it off. He had probably personally invited it even. The huge media circus that was Captain America's wedding. So many people. So many important people. Something was bound to go wrong. So when Sharon gave him an apologetic smile before he even had the chance to sit down for breakfast, he knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Suspicious person spotted on the roof" she had said. The pain clear in her eyes. But the venue was compromised. And with their guest list no one wanted to take the risk.
By the second time they didn't even get to the venue. Only making it to the car for a roadtrip from DC to Delacroix with Torres and Belova (Sam's idea) when Torres got the call.
"Sin's been spotted near a crucial powerplant" that's all Bucky had to hear to know she was up to no good. But in all honesty. He didn't mind skipping the roadtrip.
By the third time Bucky started believing it might be an actual curse. Making a mental note to check in with Dr. Strange next time he'd be in New York. Though it was probably his own fault for kissing Sam goodnight with a cheeky "Third time's the charm" and very specific instructions to not come see Sam before the ceremony.
So when he finally had coaxed Sarah into even letting him go near Sam's room, with ample warning before hand, he gave a soft knock.
"Sweetheart, I know you said no peeking. But does it count if I'm in my uniform and not ny tux?" Bucky asked through the closed door
"We gotta go beat up some bad guys hmm? Saw it on the news" Sam replied. Bucky could hear his weight shifting behind the door, it opening slowly as Bucky closed his eyes obediently.
"It's what I get for marrying People's sexiest man alive, hottest groom of 2032 and GQ's man of the year, third year in a row. Everybody wants a piece of you" Bucky said, letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding as Sam chuckled softly, about to retort when he felt Sam's lips press against his own.
"You better not be peeking" Sam said as he pulled back, Bucky could hear him hold back a sigh. So he gently pressed their foreheads together.
"You think it was this hard for Steve?" He asked.
"I don't know" Bucky admitted. "I guess not, but then the world thought he was a popsicle. And I'm not quite ready for something that extreme. Besides, I'll gladly fight for your honour of actually getting to marry you. We'll make them regret it"
Sam laughed, Bucky melting as he felt Sam's breath against his skin. "Torres will be here with your uniform soon. You get ready, I'll tell the guests" Bucky said, pulling back reluctantly. But not before Sam could steal another quick kiss. "No peeking" he has repeated as Bucky pulled back. Giving a salute before he turned around as he heard Torres approaching.
By the fourth time Bucky found himself clumsily adjusting his speech. Leaving out a few of the colourful nicknames he and Sam had for each other. Quite sure Sam would never let him live down calling him 'his favourite asshole' in front of Riley.
By the time most guests had left and Riley was asleep in Sam's arms from way too much excitement Sam turned to Bucky.
"You were gonna call me asshole, weren't you" he said
"Favourite asshole. And in my defense, i wrote this speech a year ago" Bucky replied, holding his hands up in surrender.
"How were you planning on explaining that when she grows up?" Sam said, shaking his head.
Bucky pondered for a moment. "Well, I was gonna start with that full body slam. Also that time you didn't move your seat up. That time you made me sleep on Sarah's couch instead of your bed. Should I go on?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Remind me why I even married you?"
"Beats me, Sweetheart, last time I checked you hated me" Bucky replied with a smirk, leaning in and sealing their lips together.
"Yeah I hate you Mr. Wilson" Sam replied.
And as Riley lay curled up in his arms Bucky realised that someone, somewhere had probably been looking out for him. That curse might've been a blessing after all.
