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Emma blushed intensely at the kiss. That certainly did help her warm up. She rubbed her arms and tried to look away from him so it wouldn’t be as obvious that that had taken her off guard. But she was smiling almost dreamily.

“Hey…” Rebecca spoke up. Sitting up confidently again, “We should probably get back to Howard, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” the bigger girl responded, voice quiet and weak, “Now you want to go?”

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Bucky Barnes Kisses.  Warming up skirts since 1932.  God, he should go get them patented.  Save loads of lives.  Steve recognized the smile on Bucky’s face and shook his head.  Smitten.

“If you need to go,” Steve said, getting up slowly, “We could walk you to the station.”  He tried not to sound disappointed.  Staying with Rebecca, getting to know her….He was smitten too.

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“I think... Emma might need a little time to be away from you, Steve. But- hey- this isn’t goodbye. We have to hang around until that crazy lady we told you about shows her ugly face,” Rebecca tried to explain in the gentlest way that Starks were capable.

The blonde still wasn’t speaking. She felt guilty about all of this. The tiny kitten licked at her hand and she pulled it up into the blanket with her. She wondered how Howard would react to her bringing a kitten home? Just a poor little thing... She even wondered if she could convince her parents to let her keep the precious baby.

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When her eyes refocused, she looked around with a little bit of confusion. Because for that moment, she was not Emma. She was not. And Rebecca gasped despite herself because she knew those eyes, and in that second Rebecca knew exactly where Emma had been and exactly what Emma had seen. But she stayed quiet.

The blonde slowly came to herself again, though, and that other person was gone. She didn’t even notice… just slowly let herself lean against Bucky. Bucky was there… Bucky was warm. And it was going to be okay…

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Steve stared at Emma as her eyes focused back on what was around her.  Shivered.  She looked like…  He shook his head, as if negating it was going to make it any easier.

Bucky didn’t notice.  He was busy wrapping the blanket more sturdily and searching for a match.  Looking up, he saw she seemed better, and kissed her cheek.

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Emma blushed intensely at the kiss. That certainly did help her warm up. She rubbed her arms and tried to look away from him so it wouldn’t be as obvious that that had taken her off guard. But she was smiling almost dreamily.

“Hey...” Rebecca spoke up. Sitting up confidently again, “We should probably get back to Howard, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” the bigger girl responded, voice quiet and weak, “Now you want to go?”

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Rebecca blushed. She felt guilty, so she stayed quiet. She’d probably just make things way worse anyway. … Emma had told her to leave Steve alone. She should have just listened. Then none of this would have happened…

Warmth. Warmth embraced her and instantly tears flowed down Emma’s cheeks. She clutched the blanket tightly and slowly moved down to her knees. Her entire being was cold. You could see the haze of her breath.

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Steve sat next to Rebecca, conflicted.  Deciding if he should forgive her.  He’d talk to Rebecca in private.  Hear what she said.  For now, he flipped the heater on, utility bill be damned.  It was the middle of winter and breath shouldn’t be visible.  The abused piece of machinery breathed a slight bit of warmer air into the room.

Bucky sighed, slowly rubbing her back with an arm, joining her on the floor.  “Don’t know where you went, Emma.  But it’s a lot safer here than there,” he whispered into her ear.  “C’mon back.”

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When her eyes refocused, she looked around with a little bit of confusion. Because for that moment, she was not Emma. She was not. And Rebecca gasped despite herself because she knew those eyes, and in that second Rebecca knew exactly where Emma had been and exactly what Emma had seen. But she stayed quiet.

The blonde slowly came to herself again, though, and that other person was gone. She didn’t even notice... just slowly let herself lean against Bucky. Bucky was there... Bucky was warm. And it was going to be okay...

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What helped him?  Bucky paced a little, sticking an unlit cigarette in between his lips.  Without further ado, he went into the bedroom, dragged the quilt Mrs. Rogers made for Steve before she passed, and wrapped Emma in it.  It was nice.  Lots of green and gold.  She joked they didn’t have a lot of trees in the city and Steve was allergic to all of nature.  So she brought some spring in.

Placing a finger on Rebecca’s lips, Steve frowned again.  Mouthed ‘enough.’  He certainly had a mouth, but that didn’t mean he took it out on people who didn’t deserve it. Bullies were one thing.  Bucky was another.  Friends were sacred.

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Rebecca blushed. She felt guilty, so she stayed quiet. She’d probably just make things way worse anyway. ... Emma had told her to leave Steve alone. She should have just listened. Then none of this would have happened...

Warmth. Warmth embraced her and instantly tears flowed down Emma’s cheeks. She clutched the blanket tightly and slowly moved down to her knees. Her entire being was cold. You could see the haze of her breath.

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The Stark girl didn’t back down, though. She stared, up as tall as she could be, back at Emma. A far less imposing sight than Iron Man and Captain America squaring off, but in her own way it was almost as intimidating. Emma’s glare darkened, but Rebecca shot one of her own, “In fact, I’m fairly certain that Bucky’s actually interested in Jason. Not you. That must kill you inside. Not as good as Daddy. Not as good as your little brother.”

And at once Emma’s hand whipped back like she meant to backhand Rebecca, but she stopped. That icy winterland overtook the blonde again. She was gone. Somewhere else in her mind.

Rebecca sat down like she had gained a victory.

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Bucky stood up between the two girls.  “Scuse fucking you.  Don’t you fucking dare tell me who I’m interested in.  Or anything for that matter, you nasty piece of–”  He stopped when he saw the rage in Steve’s eyes.  Turned to see Emma’s stare.

Steve looked over at Rebecca.  “Why? What is going on through your head that you rip her to shreds.  Her ‘Daddy’ is right here and he is outright insulted.”

“Both of you shuddup,” Bucky snapped, continuing to stare at Emma.  He saw that look before.  Usually on him when he thought about…  “Emmy?”

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In that wonderland of snow, Emma was once again atop the cliff. Alone in the storm. She was freezing, holding her arms. Crying for help, but her voice made no noise. The distant rumblings of a train. Always in the distance, and she could never understand why. Why a train? Why?

Outside of her head, Rebecca pouted and looked away. It was almost clear that she hadn’t meant to go that far. But once she got going sometimes... she couldn’t stop. Especially not when Emma challenged her like that. She was like a cornered animal when the gargantuan woman stood before her... she’d do anything to get out. She sighed, “It wasn’t that shocking, Emma. I’ve said worse and you know it.”

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Bucky opened his mouth to say they didn’t need any peanut gallery comments but Steve beat him to it.

“Rebecca,” Steve said in the tone he used for bullies, “Why would you say that?  If it’s in the future, it shouldn’t matter what does or doesn’t happen.  Now is good.  Really swell.  And to talk about all that makes her ashamed.  So lay off.”  He shook his head, mouth in a disappointed slant.

Bucky waved a hand.  “No need to be terrified.  I’m sure I’ll figure it out one day.”

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The Stark girl didn’t back down, though. She stared, up as tall as she could be, back at Emma. A far less imposing sight than Iron Man and Captain America squaring off, but in her own way it was almost as intimidating. Emma’s glare darkened, but Rebecca shot one of her own, “In fact, I’m fairly certain that Bucky’s actually interested in Jason. Not you. That must kill you inside. Not as good as Daddy. Not as good as your little brother.”

And at once Emma’s hand whipped back like she meant to backhand Rebecca, but she stopped. That icy winterland overtook the blonde again. She was gone. Somewhere else in her mind.

Rebecca sat down like she had gained a victory.

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“Well darling, that’s the thing about History. It’s in the past! Besides, I’ve been with… quite a few men and you never hold it against me,” Rebecca smirked. She felt his embarrassment and stopped the rubbing. Besides, she could also feel Emma’s eyes on her and it was just not worth the fight later.

Emma shook her head, “Ah, Bucky is away a lot. A lot… he spends a lot of time with… well, my younger brother these days.”

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“Oh.  That’s right.”  Steve nodded determinedly.  “And that’s none of my business.  I’m happy you’re with me.”  A part of him was afraid she wouldn’t stay with him.  It wasn’t jealousy.  Just resignation.  He relaxed a little when the rubbing stopped.

Bucky’s eyebrows rose.  “Your younger brother?”  Pretending to count on his fingers, he muttered, “My brother or nephew in law?”  Snapping his fingers and shrugging, “Anyway.  I am cheating on Steve and not spending enough time with you.  That’s not good.”

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Rebecca, as rude as ever, actually spoke up to Bucky at this point, “Of course you don’t spend much time with her. You’re not actually dating, after all. In fact, you don’t even know she likes you.”

Emma blanched and her mouth dropped. She couldn’t think of anything to say, so Rebecca continued, “She’s terrified, actually, from what I’ve seen. I’m actually amazed she’s been so close with you now. It’s very unlike her. I think I’ve actually seen her run away from you before and-”

The laaarge blonde woman moved very close to Rebecca. Stood over her (and Steve, by extension) as the leader of her team, “There are certain things you Starks really need to learn not to share.”

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“‘P’ was… I told you about her. My mother,” she looked away. It was sort of wrong to call her that. But she didn’t have any other females that she could look at in any sort of motherly fashion. Peggy was the right partner.

Rebecca sighed happily and rubbed Steve’s chest, “I’ve heard she was quite the looker myself. I never met the woman. Steve’s got all sorts of pictures of the old girl though.”

Emma glared again. That was pretty much the only look she could give Rebecca Stark.

The brunette popped her lips, “So ‘P’ isn’t around anymore and my Daddy, well… he and Steve are like besties so he helps take care of them. They bicker like an old married couple anyway~”

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Steve nodded, shifting slightly at the chest rubbing, liking the treatment but.  Very, very public.  To him.  Even if Bucky was way more into the personal displays of affection than him.  Um.  Skin revealing.  "So… You’re ok with my history then?“  Some dames got jealous and Steve didn’t want Rebecca to feel bad or nothing.

Bucky nuzzled Emma’s arm with his cheek.  "Has Rogers been cheating on me?  Besties with another man?  You were sticking with me till the end of the line, pal!”

“And I am! It’s in the future, Buck!”  Steve glared at Bucky– part with worry. Was Bucky the jealous type?

The taller man cackled.  "Yanking your chain.“

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“Well darling, that’s the thing about History. It’s in the past! Besides, I’ve been with... quite a few men and you never hold it against me,” Rebecca smirked. She felt his embarrassment and stopped the rubbing. Besides, she could also feel Emma’s eyes on her and it was just not worth the fight later.

Emma shook her head, “Ah, Bucky is away a lot. A lot... he spends a lot of time with... well, my younger brother these days.”

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Steve sighed in relief, crossing himself.  ”As long as you all are happy.  That’s what matters.  I promise.”  Inside, he was practically bouncing up and down.  One day, he was going to be a father to healthy children!  He wrapped an arm around Rebecca hesitantly.  

Bucky and Steve shared a look.  Then stared at the girls.  Bucky started laughing, “I want to hear that story!  Whoever P was!”

"Sooooo…"  Steve was very confused.  "Ok.  Someone else is your… Mother in the woman sense of the word."

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"'P' was... I told you about her. My mother," she looked away. It was sort of wrong to call her that. But she didn't have any other females that she could look at in any sort of motherly fashion. Peggy was the right partner.

Rebecca sighed happily and rubbed Steve's chest, "I've heard she was quite the looker myself. I never met the woman. Steve's got all sorts of pictures of the old girl though."

Emma glared again. That was pretty much the only look she could give Rebecca Stark.

The brunette popped her lips, "So 'P' isn't around anymore and my Daddy, well... he and Steve are like besties so he helps take care of them. They bicker like an old married couple anyway~"

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Steve’s eyes were glittering with so many emotions.  ”Gee.  So I have three children?  That’s….I must have gotten the jackpot with a da…lady.  For her to like,” hand motions at his skinny frame.  ”Oh, that’s wonderful.  We need,” glanced at Bucky, “More people like that in the world.”

Snickering, Bucky slugged Steve in the shoulder.

Steve flushed.  He had abs!  ”And all three of you are healthy?  No problems like me?  And I always like a good argument.”

"You always end up in arguments," Bucky deadpanned, relaxing into the backpat.  Started smiling at Emma, "Heh.  Sounds like my type of girl.  Screwing people over with things they want them to do."

Steve pouted.  Bucky!

"It must be a trend then.  Good taste, I hope?" Steve smiled at Rebecca.

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The girls exchanged a few glances at a few things. For certain reasons. After a while Emma simply nodded with a pulled back smile, "We're healthy. And happy... Stevie has a few health concerns but he is strong and he is happy. That's what's important."

Rebecca was giggling quietly. Snuggled close to Steve and smirked at Bucky, "Let's get something clear; the person who Emma refers to as 'Mom' is not a woman. At least I certainly hope not~ Though the story of P-"

Emma cut her off with a pointed look, "The woman I described is someone who is gone now. The man I call Mom just happens to be Rebecca's father."

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Steve practically bit and swallowed his tongue at the same time.  Never thought he would have…Someone would have children with him.  Multiple children!  More than his strong daughter!  His eyes got all glittery– despite the pain his mouth was in. Passing his name down!

Bucky laughed at pointed at Steve poking his mouth and tongue with some fingers.

When Steve could talk– “I…I have a son too!?”

"Wait–" Still pointing, "He knows!?"

"You know!?"

"Why are you still interested in my daughter?"  Steve glared at his best friend/brother, still rubbing his injured mouth, "You’re probably her godfather or uncle."

"Steve!" Bucky yelped, gagging at the thought.

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The girls exchanged a quick 'of course you told him already' look between each other.

Emma sighed and put on her bravest smile, "Two. ... sons, that is. Actually... Though we don't see much of the younger... Stevie is my older brother. He's wonderful. Nothing phases him; he's always smiling-"

"And good lord his body is gorgeous~ Those beautiful abs of his glistening in the water every time I see him~" Rebecca bit her lip, then cleared her throat, "Of course, I much prefer the Senior. I like a good argument occasionally."

The blonde rolled her eyes at being interrupted and patted Bucky's back, "Don't worry, I think my godfather is Director Fury. It seems like a tongue-in-cheek kind of thing Mom would do to mess with people."

The brunette giggled, "I think Nicky's my godfather, too, so it wouldn't surprise me if that's who Daddy picked for you and Stevie."

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"Well don’t get too comfy with the company, because we really shouldn’t be-"

Rebecca interrupted her with a rapid cluster of sentences, “What is that? Is that a cigarette? What the hell are you doing? Not actively dying my ass- that thing will kill you in about 3 seconds and-“

"Rebeca-"

"-and then where would you be? In a damned hole in the ground and what would I do then? I’d have to go back to Michael-"

"Rebecca-"

"Uck, just thinking about going back to Michael! Sure he’s like a million times smarter than you and he gave the Winter Soldier that wicked cool arm- I mean Daddy made it but Michael built the technology and that was really cool but he’s no Steve Rogers, that’s for damn sure, so you really can’t be smoking! This-"

"OI. STARKY."

"WHAT?!" Rebecca turned to her sharply, ready to smack her silly with words. Not so much an actual hand because Emma’d kill her.

"It’s an asthma cigarette. I promise it’s helpful. And hey, do you want to be the pot or the kettle, Miss Pack-A-Day?"

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Paling, Steve’s hands shook, taking the cigarette out, “Ma’am–”  Hands out, tip up, he tried to get in a word in but Rebecca was steamrolling him.  ”Miss–”

Being no help at all, Bucky was laughing quietly to himself.  Didn’t they have asthma in the freaky future?

"Who’s Michael?" Steve stuck his chin out– the chin look that would look noble on somebody who wasn’t a twig but really made him look like a stubborn kid or a chipmunk.  "I can’t do all that!  I can draw.  I’m no science whiz.  But I…"  He started hacking into his arm.

Bucky snickered, rubbing Steve’s back.  This was two good.  Steve chewed out by a dame, Emma trying to get Miss Stark’s attention.  ”Everyone smokes but Stevie–”

"Don’t call me Stevie, Jimmy–"

"Don’t call me Jimmy," Bucky growled, ruffling Steve’s hair more than it was, "Punk." Rather roughly.

"Jerk!" Steve socked Bucky’s arm.

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In unison, perhaps the first thing they could agree on, the girls both looked at Bucky and without thinking of the consequences sharply said, "Only Junior gets to be called Stevie."

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Rebecca rubbed Steve’s back a little. A small smile on her face. No. He was not going to die. He had a long, painful, but happy and fulfilling life ahead of him. He was not going to die… not today~

Emma was a little more concerned. Seeing Steve as fragile as he was made her… uneasy… this was the stuff she was made of. As amazing as she could be… ultimately, if someone could figure out how to remove that special blue liquid that made her a super soldier… she would be just like this. And she was not as strong as him… she would die. Like that.

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Steve’s breathing settled, eyes closed, leaning into Rebecca’s touch.  There.  Everything was fine.  Bucky handed him a lit asthma cigarette, which he stuck in his mouth, inhaling.  ”Thanks…”

"Welcome jerk."  Buck brushed Steve’s sweaty hair off his face before sitting next to Emma.  She looked as worried as he– and she was from the future.  

"See?  We’re okay, Steve’s not actively dying–"  The older man flipped his brother the bird, "–An’ we got company."  Bucky patted Emma’s knee.

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"Well don't get too comfy with the company, because we really shouldn't be-"

Rebecca interrupted her with a rapid cluster of sentences, "What is that? Is that a cigarette? What the hell are you doing? Not actively dying my ass- that thing will kill you in about 3 seconds and-"

"Rebeca-"

"-and then where would you be? In a damned hole in the ground and what would I do then? I'd have to go back to Michael-"

"Rebecca-"

"Uck, just thinking about going back to Michael! Sure he's like a million times smarter than you and he gave the Winter Soldier that wicked cool arm- I mean Daddy made it but Michael built the technology and that was really cool but he's no Steve Rogers, that's for damn sure, so you really can't be smoking! This-"

"OI. STARKY."

"WHAT?!" Rebecca turned to her sharply, ready to smack her silly with words. Not so much an actual hand because Emma'd kill her.

"It's an asthma cigarette. I promise it's helpful. And hey, do you want to be the pot or the kettle, Miss Pack-A-Day?"

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Steve nodded, smiling.  ”I have stubbornness in spades.  Don’t worry about that part.”

"You might just end up dying in the process," Bucky snarked.  Steve frowned.

"I won’t die!"  To spit in his face, the skinny blond started hacking into his hands.  Bucky jumped up, grabbing a glass of water and rushing back.

"Me and my big mouth," Bucky whispered, slowly tilting the water down Steve’s throat.  "Course ya ain’t gonna die."

Steve looked pink and shaky, but he swallowed the water as fast as he could.

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Rebecca rubbed Steve's back a little. A small smile on her face. No. He was not going to die. He had a long, painful, but happy and fulfilling life ahead of him. He was not going to die... not today~

Emma was a little more concerned. Seeing Steve as fragile as he was made her... uneasy... this was the stuff she was made of. As amazing as she could be... ultimately, if someone could figure out how to remove that special blue liquid that made her a super soldier... she would be just like this. And she was not as strong as him... she would die. Like that.

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Of course, Emma was completely unaware that Rebecca had made any mentions of who the Captain was… and Rebecca had no idea of the opposite. So Emma just smiled, “It’s not much really. Years and years of training.”

She sat next to the little kitten and started putting out food for him. He seemed to light up and started mewing thankfully to her as he nibbled the food as best as his little mouth could. Precious little thing… she’d want to take it home, of course. Rebecca rolled her eyes. She was always trying to bring home animals from places she shouldn’t be taking them… at any rate, Becca moved to sit next to Steve again, giggling a little, “This big old couch must be a pain. But that little display was nothing~ Her daddy can use a couch as a projectile!”

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Steve innocently shrugged, laying back down on the couch.  He could keep his mouth shut.  Loose lips sink ships.  ”Must be heck of a lot of training then.  Wish I could do that.”  Pursed his lips as Rebecca sat back down.  ”Any sort of suggestions to make me less of a twig?”

Bucky snickered.  Had rustled up some neighbors to get the couch through the door and there.  Couldn’t do it by himself.  He sat in his chair, watching Emma fix the cat some grub.  ”Must be a bodybuilder or something.”

Mmmm…Muscles were attractive in everybody.

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Becca couldn't help but giggle again, "Oh, easy, just keep working on your goals. Focus and be true to yourself~ Goofy stuff like that. Isn't Cappy all over that stuff, Emma?"

Emma rolled her eyes, petting the little baby and sparing a grin to Bucky before looking to Steve, "He'd have a much better way of putting it, but yes. Just keep working and don't give up."

And back to Bucky, "Bodybuilders are show offs. Dad is not. Any sort of flash he displays is something he got from years of watching his show-offy brother in action~"

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Becca was grinning back at Steve as Emma wandered into the room. Banter between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was never an uncommon thing in her lifetime- but it always did have this odd level of adorable underneath it. They were soul mates. Maybe not of the lover variety- but who knows? Maybe that’s what he kept Emma around for. Speaking of…

She shot a dirty look to Emma’s back. Emma had moved in and was trying to get the kitty out from under the chair… buuuuut it wanted nothing to do with her. So. She stood and put her hands on her hips. Reached down and grabbed under the couch, and pivoted it 90 degrees- with very little effort- to reveal the little fluff ball underneath. All with Steve riding along.

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They weren’t that type of soul mate.  Steve was not into that (but hung with that crowd, which that and his size made…people mad. Damn his art student-ness) and Bucky would rather mess around with men and women who weren’t his brother-figure.

Bucky flopped into ‘his’ chair, leaning back to smirk at Steve clutching the couch for his life.  Like it was going to throw him off, screeching in protest on the hard wood.  Rotating his head, “Ha.  I win.”

"For now," Steve countered, looking backwards at Bucky.  "That was impressive Emma.  I can’t push it more than two inches."

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Of course, Emma was completely unaware that Rebecca had made any mentions of who the Captain was... and Rebecca had no idea of the opposite. So Emma just smiled, "It's not much really. Years and years of training."

She sat next to the little kitten and started putting out food for him. He seemed to light up and started mewing thankfully to her as he nibbled the food as best as his little mouth could. Precious little thing... she'd want to take it home, of course. Rebecca rolled her eyes. She was always trying to bring home animals from places she shouldn't be taking them... at any rate, Becca moved to sit next to Steve again, giggling a little, "This big old couch must be a pain. But that little display was nothing~ Her daddy can use a couch as a projectile!"

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Rebecca kissed Steve’s head and stood up. Made her way over to the front door and opened it up, one hand on her hip, “Are you two going to stand out here all night being love-y or come in here and feed the damn cat?”

Emma glared.

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Steve laughed behind Rebecca’s back.  ”Ah, Bucky Barnes.  You and your romantic ideals.”

"Bah.  Romantic?  You’re the romantic type, pal.  I doubt anybody else has used that word with me in mind."  Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically.  "Feed the cat of course."

"I’m sure it’s there.  Deep deep down."

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Becca was grinning back at Steve as Emma wandered into the room. Banter between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was never an uncommon thing in her lifetime- but it always did have this odd level of adorable underneath it. They were soul mates. Maybe not of the lover variety- but who knows? Maybe that's what he kept Emma around for. Speaking of...

She shot a dirty look to Emma's back. Emma had moved in and was trying to get the kitty out from under the chair... buuuuut it wanted nothing to do with her. So. She stood and put her hands on her hips. Reached down and grabbed under the couch, and pivoted it 90 degrees- with very little effort- to reveal the little fluff ball underneath. All with Steve riding along.