THE FADING FALLEN ● Bucky Barnes X OC ● 18+ ● ENGLISH [COMPLETE]

Chapter 70

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"And you're really sure you want to renovate this old dump?" Sam raised an eyebrow as Emilia showed them the pictures of the old farmhouse.

"Of course we do! It's a little gem, you'll see. Besides, it's not an hour from here. Which means..."

Emilia proudly placed her phone on the couch table with a knowing grin, on which were the plates with the last crumbs of her birthday cake from three days ago. They stayed over New Year's and celebrated a little in the small group.

And that was all she wanted. Just to sit together with the people who were a part of her little finally peaceful world.

Sam pondered at what it meant with a skeptical look at her rather suspiciously innocent facial expression. He pretty quickly came up with it.

"Oh no, Carson! Forget it! I've got enough to do right now keeping the streets of the world free of any freaking drug smugglers, religious fanatics, or goddamn petty criminals. Last but not least, our Mr. President thinks it's extremely important that Captain America shows up at every one of his official events. Hell, I don't have time to play part-time carpenter for an old, run-down house that's already on the verge of collapse..."

"Oh, come on, Wilson. It's not that bad."

With a puppy dog look, Emilia leaned back and had to admit to herself that she was having more than a little fun trying to rattle him.

"Why don't you just get the right people to do it? There are enough craftsmen here who would be happy lending a hand. Say something, Barnes!"

Seeking help, he turned to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch with one arm around Emilia. His meaningful powerless shrug spoke volumes. He already made the decision for himself to spruce up the house on his own. The thought of building and designing the first real home for Emilia and him with his own hands fired him up.

Pressing a smiling kiss to the soft mop of hair of the woman next to him, she snuggled up, pleased by his silent encouragement.

"Ugh... Kinda liked you freaks more when you tried to get at each other's throats. I'd like to go back in time and warn myself about this incredibly annoying candy-ass rasslin' here. It's almost disgusting how harmonic you two are."

Sam grimaced and wagged his fingers exaggeratedly at the couple in front of him. His playfully offended look, which he gave his friend in response, was followed by a brief, almost imperceptibly smug grin.

"Traitor."

Bucky knew exactly how theatrical Sam was and scrunched up a smirk. Even more, he knew that if he needed his friend's help with the house, he could count on him.

It gave him a stomach ache himself a few days ago when he heard what the cost would be with it.

Emilia went to town with him right after they arrived to find out how big the land really was and, most importantly, if it was for sale.

Although she knew that her somewhat vague premonition would come true, she wanted to see for herself. It wasn't long before she got the answer on paper in New Orleans.

After a short discussion, they agreed that Emilia would handle the necessary paperwork and Bucky would take care of the renovations. Financially, he couldn't really bring much to the table for the purchase. That's why he insisted on doing the handyman stuff.

It really touched her how passionately he tried to convince her that she should get exactly the dream house she wanted. But Emilia didn't care what color it was or what furnishings it contained.