~ It Wasn’t His Fault, 17 ~
AN: Happy Monday! I hope the first month of the year is being good to you all, and remember, if it isn’t, it’s only January. things WILL look up. ❤️
Summery: Y/N supports Sam’s decision of not taking the shield, but when Bucky finds out the hard way by mistake, a fight between the married couple takes place.
*IF YOU ARE NEW TO MARVEL AND HAVEN’T SEEN AVENGERS: ENDGAME DO NOT READ ON AS THERE’S MENTIONS OF A MAJOR SPOILER. TINY TFATWS SPOILER AS WELL, ONLY MILD.
Parings: husband!Bucky x wife!Star!reader. Sam Wilson x Stark!reader (platonic).
Warnings: mentions of food, arguing, shouting, swearing, crying, major Endgame spoiler, mild TFATWS spoiler and angst with a hint of fluff.
You and Bucky walked down together then parted ways. You got your cab and went to where Steve’s memorial was.
With you and Sam being the last two remaining avengers on earth who really knew Steve, you both had to say something about Steve.
You arrived earlier to help Sam, and to catch up.
“How’re you holding up?” Sam asked gently, after your hug.
“I could be worse,” you admitted. “How’re you holding up?”
“I could be worse,” Sam said gently.
“Something’s wrong, Sam? What’s up?” You asked gently.
“I can’t take the shield. I can’t …I’m not …” he said looking away from you.
“What do you want to do?” You asked gently.
“I’m giving it to the government,” Sam said quietly, not meeting your eyes.
“…if you think that’s best, then I support your decision,” you said, placing your hand on Sam’s knee.
“A…are you sure?” Sam asked gently.
“I think you’d make a fantastic Captain America, but if you aren’t ready then you aren’t ready,” you said gently, “you’re my friend, Sam. I’ll support you no matter what you choose,” you added gently.
Sam smiled softly at you.
“Are you two ready?” A member of the team asked.
You looked at Sam, he winked at you then you both nodded.
You looked at your watch. Bucky would be beginning his first therapy session now. You sighed heavily as you got ready to say things about Steve to a bunch of strangers who didn’t know him.
You quickly sent Bucky a text, turned your phone off and shoved it in your purse, then went out.
You were first to say your piece. You looked out and your eyes fell upon James Rhodes. You smiled gratefully at him.
“Growing up in the Avengers compound was great. Not only did I get to use the term “I’m Iron Man’s daughter” but I also got to use the term “my best friend is Captain America” …let’s just say, absolutely nobody dared to bully me,” you said.
Everyone gave a breathy laugh, you saw Rhodes smile at you, you could feel Sam behind you smiling.
“Steve Rogers was more than a hero to me. He was my big brother. My best friend. He was always there for me when I was growing up and even when I was grown up…he …he…he helped me through every break up, every argument with my dad and …he always knew how to make things better. Plus, I got A+’s on all of my history exams,” you said.
Another breathy laugh. You took a deep breath.
“Steve was always there, whenever I needed him. He helped me through so many things and for that I am incredibly grateful. Not only did he help me, he also is the reason I met the man I married and love. I just hope, Steve, that you have found peace….the whole world misses you…but I miss you the …the…the mo…m…most,” you choked on your last words as you clutched Steve’s dog tags that were around your neck.
The room was silent, only the occasional sniffs were heard. You felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder, and then a gentle grip. You nodded towards the crowd then gave Sam a brave smile, before sitting back down.
Sam gave his speech, and then announced that he wasn’t going to be taking over as Captain America.
It was true, you did think he’d be a fantastic Captain America, but you also understood he had to do what was in his heart.
After the memorial and you both caught up with Rhodes, Sam looked at you.
“You heading back to New York?” Sam asked gently after you both said goodbye to Rhodes.
“Yeah. I promised Bucky I’d make his favourite meal,” you said, zipping up your coat.
“You pamper him, don’t you?” Sam smirked at you.
“Have you seen his eyes? Would you be able to say no to those big puppy dog eyes of his?” You asked, smirking at him as you both walked out of the museum.
“Yes. Yes I would and in fact, I have,” Sam said.
“You’re heartless, man. How can you say no to Bucky? Saying no to Bucky is like saying no to Elmo!” You said.
You and Sam both stopped walking and looked at each other.
“…did you just compare a 106yr old ex assign to a adorable friendly puppet on Sesame Street?” Sam asked.
“…possibly,” you said turning red.
You both looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
“You’re very welcome to come to dinner,” you said gently, after your laughing had calmed down.
“Thanks, but I ….I should get back home. I think Sarah’s cooking gumbo tonight,” Sam said.
“Well, enjoy your evening,” you said gently, giving him a hug.
“And you….make sure Bucky finds out about the shield in the nicest way, won’t you?” Sam asked worriedly when you both let go.
You arrived home later that day, Bucky wasn’t home yet. You sent him a text to let him know you’re home. You then jumped in the shower and changed into your comfies and then started preparing dinner. You had your favourite playlist going on in the background.
You were too engrossed singing along to your favourite song while you cooked dinner to hear the front door unlock.
When you realised someone was behind you, your instincts as an avenger took in and you threw a knife directly at the “intruder”
“Well…this is a new way to greet me,” Bucky joked, catching the knife with his metallic hand.
“Jesus Bucky! I almost had a heart attack!” You said, clutching your chest.
“Sorry, doll. I didn’t want to disturb your concert,” Bucky said, putting the knife down then going over to you.
“Oh god, you heard?” You asked going red as your arms snaked around his neck.
“Every word,” Bucky said, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you close. “I also think everybody in this apartment block heard,” he added, smirking at your blushed cheeks.
“How was the first session?” You asked gently, snaking your arms around his neck lovingly.
“Meh. Alright. I don’t know if it helped,” Bucky said shrugging, gently rubbing his nose against yours.
“Give it time, they’ll help,” you said gently as your foreheads touched.
“I hope so,” Bucky muttered.
“Grub’s up if you’re hungry Sargent,” you said gently, looking at Bucky.
Your foreheads were pressed together, his eyes were shut. When he held you this close, his eyes were always shut, but yours were always open.
“Starving,” Bucky said opening his eyes to see his favourite pair of eyes looking back at him.
“Come on then. Dinner’s ready,” you said gently.
You knew something was going on in Bucky’s mind but you also knew not to ask him too many questions. He shuts you off very easily. It hurts but you also know he has to work out whatever he’s feeling on his own.
“Bucky, you know I think you’re amazing, right?” You said that evening, after another failed attempt at getting him to come to bed with you.
“I know, doll,” Bucky said, kissing you sweetly. “I promise I’m okay.” He gave you a brave smile.
You weren’t convinced. You sighed and watched your husband venture alone into the living room.
“Buck! Have you seen my…Bucky?” You asked.
You saw Bucky sitting on the floor, staring at the tv. You could tell he was angry. You saw him. You watched him tearfully. You carefully went over to him.
Your heart sank. Another man was holding the shield. A shield that didn’t belong to him. You daren’t think what was going through Bucky’s mind.
You stood anxiously next to Bucky as you both watched the story unfold.
“Bucky, we can figure this out,” you said gently, kneeling beside him.
Bucky didn’t take his eyes off the screen. You could see he was fuming angry.
“I didn’t know him, but he was like a brother to me,” John Walker said live on air.
This time…you were angry.
“Oh no he didn’t,” you snapped, standing up and storming over to the phone.
“Who’re you calling, Y/N?” Bucky’s voice was tearful.
“The government. That’s Sam’s shield and nobody else’s,” you snapped, grabbing the phone.
“Are they gonna listen to you?!” Bucky snapped, standing up and switching the tv off.
“They have to!” You snapped.
“Why?! Why should they listen to you?!” Bucky snapped.
Both of you were getting angry. At the best of times, you both let your bad emotions catch up to you and react badly.
“Because I’m Iron Man’s daughter!” You snapped, you were shaking as you held the phone, your eyes stinging with tears.
“Y/N, doll, that’s not going to work,” Bucky said, trying to calm down, he hated seeing you sad.
“It has to. Someone has to try something,” your voice shook.
“Y/N, come on, put the phone down and let’s just…walk it off,” Bucky said, taking a shakey angry breath.
“I’m not giving up. I’m Iron…Iron Man’s daughter,” you said tearfully, dialling someone from the government’s number.
“Y/N, please. You have to stop,” Bucky said, taking the phone from you, his anger slowly returning.
“They’ll listen to me, Bucky. I’m Iron Man’s daughter,” you said tearfully.
You couldn’t find the words. The same words kept repeating in your head.
You and Bucky never fight so when you do, it catches you off guard, both of you.
“TONY’S DEAD THAT’S NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE! THE GOVERNMENT DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE, IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK SO JUST DROP IT!”Bucky suddenly screamed, making you jump.
He didn’t mean what he said. You stared at him, he didn’t mean to make you cry, yet he did. He felt awful.
“Bucky, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” you sniffed, wiping your eyes frantically knowing how upset with himself Bucky can get.
Bucky backed away then left slamming the door behind him. You stood in the kitchen, crying. Holding yourself.
You didn’t know what was about to happen.
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