I'm With you 'Till The End Of The Line (Stucky)

Feeling Like Family

(Titles are a working process)
This is quite a bit different from my other story "You're nothing but a slave" which is still happening just somewhat deppressing to write.
This is just some good old Stucky fluff/smut! (So far just fluff depends on if people want smut or not)
❤Anyway hope you enjoy it! ❤

Dark clouds absorb the sky as rain trickles down upon the world. Despite the dark outside world the mood inside is bright and for the first time in nearly 80 years, I am truly happy.

I stretch out onto the bed as much as possible to my partner's discomfort and continue to roll around and fling my limbs in various directions hitting him randomly in the face or arm or abs.

Cold drafts of air run under the blanket making shivers go up my spine and my toes curl.

"Bucky..." he whines pulling the blanket up around his face.

I pull the blanket equally as far up my own and wrap my metal arm around his shoulders nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Steve I'm cold."

"Then you shouldn't have moved the blanket so much." He answers mockingly.

"Can we cuddle?" I ask him now actually quite cold and mad at myself for making the bed so uncomfortable just to bug him.

"Bucky I'm tired and you made the bed drafty. You don't deserve cuddles."

Digging my stubble coated face deeper into his neck and sigh.

"But you love meee..."

Making my arm fall next to myself he turns to his other side to face me.

"You need to shave." He smiles as he pulls the blanket as far as possible up over us and resorts to a stretched fetal position next to me.

"Bucky why. Why did you do this."

"It's not that bad you punk." I respond rolling my eyes.

"Still cold. Get out of the bed and turn up the heat." When I refuse he sighs obviously tired and bites his lip.

"Should we get up?"

"I thought we were going to cuddle!"

"We did."

"Steve what's happened to you, back in the day you were a bigger cuddle than myself."

"Back in the day? What are you an old man?"

"We're literally more than a hundred years old you actual punk."

"Well... don't start acting your age because I've missed the last 70 something freaking years of your life and I want to make that up."

He closes his eyes digging his face into a pillow and smiles.

"We should still get up."

An hour later we're sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee while I make pancakes on the stove. The heat was turned up -apparently Steve turned it down last time he worked out and never turned it back- and we were now comfortable despite Steve's slightly sore arm from my 'on purposely irritating and completely unnecessary stretches' as he put it.

"How many pancakes?" I smile at him.

"As many as possible. Why so happy?"

Turning away so I don't make eye contact as I think of a comeback, finally I answer.

"Do I need a reason?"

We sit at the table eating in silence.

"So what do you want to do today Buck?" Steve asks.

"I don't know, what do you think?" (We're very interesting people I know.)

"We could... go to the park?"

"It's raining." I answer gesturing outside at the dark, damp world of Brooklyn.

Finally we decided on a home day; chores, pajamas and not doing chores. Honestly that's my kind of day.

It's nearly noon when Steve ventured into our bedroom to make the bed.

"Looks great." I mutter standing at the doorway.

"Be a shame if someone were to-."

"BUCKY NO!" He yells but it's too late, I had tackled him onto the bed leaving him pinned under me.

"Bucky you little shit."

I laugh at him quietly.

"Language Steve, imagine Tony hearing you use such words."

He becomes limp staring up at the white ceiling.

"I honestly hate Clint so much for telling you about that."

The day went by quick and lazily. The initial plan of chores and grocery shopping had turned into laying on the bed watching Netflix and eating the popcorn that was in the pantry.

"We did literally nothing today, I feel like a mistake." Steve jokes resting his head on my shoulder.

"You're rehabilitating me right? Doesn't that mean some days we do nothing?"

He shakes his head happily.

"I'm not rehabilitating you buck, we live together and we're dating because I love you there's a difference, and that is no excuse for doing literally nothing ALL DAY!"

I pick up a pillow massaging it with my metal hand before pulling my knees to my chest hugging the pillow.

I watch as Steve chooses the next episode of 'death note' a show Loki recommend and is actually quite enjoyable except for the fact that it makes me question how easily one of us could die.

"Hey Steve..." I say quietly. I've been trying to tell him something for days now but haven't been able to for some reason, I think it's because I'm scared he'll think I'm crazy.

"Yeah buddy." He responds smiling at me pausing the show.

"I-I've been thinking and... I want to expand our family."

He raises his left eyebrow running his hand through his short blonde hair.

"Family eh? That's what this is?"

"I- I mean I would say so but if you-."

He stops me placing his hand on my shoulder softly

"Sounds good. What were you going to say?"

I bite my lip and decide not to hold it in any longer.

"I want to add to our family by... okay... I really want a dog." I finally said it. His reaction is adorable, hilarious and somehow sexy. He agrees, how was that so hard?

"So... can we?" Steve thinks for a second still playing with his hair.

"Yeah, yeah I think we can. I love the idea." Breathing slowly I close my eyes and his lips suddenly meet mine.

He kisses me for a minute before stopping smirking at me.

"So we're a family."

"It doesn't mean that much."

I respond as I accidentally set my foot on the laptop sending loud Japanese music into the room.