The Captain's Husband

8. Opportunity

     Natasha smiles as she walks into the piano room with the others at her heels, saying, "When you pushed the button for the intercom, Tony was given direct access to the AV feed. He started live streaming it to Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter right before you started singing. We've all told you that you should consider producing, recording, and releasing your music, Steve, and this would be the perfect way to start."

     Bucky hugs me tight, saying softly in my ear, "You do sound like an angel, you know."

     You're my angel, Buck.

     I smile and press a kiss to his cheek, "Thanks, Buck."

     "Will you do it?" Tony asks as he comes to the front of the pack where Natasha is. "The internet is freaking out over you two finally being together after decades apart, and YouTube just crashed because everyone is trying to watch Captain America and the Winter Soldier's duet."

     I turn in Bucky's arms to look at him, saying, "If you sing it with me, I can't possibly say no."

     He smiles, "It looks like you can't say no." He looks at Tony. "I'm guessing that I'll be playing the piano, exactly how I did a few minutes ago?"

     "If that's what you want, I'll get everything set up," Tony tells him. "Natasha wants to record both audio and a video, though, so keep that in mind."

     "Do we have a sound booth?" I ask Tony.

     He grins, "Nat and I built one as a surprise for you about a year ago actually. It's just down the hall."

     Fucking sweet.

     "What do you want to do first?" I ask Bucky.

     He ruffles my hair with a smile, saying, "I'm thinking that the video should be filmed first. I'd love to see you in a suit and tie with the sun setting behind you."

     Nat smiles, saying, "Perfect. We don't need anything other than that for this."

     Bucky presses another kiss to my cheek, "Let's go find you a suit."

     Tony smiles, "No need, Barnes." Bruce walks up to Tony and hands him two finely pressed suits. "We wanted to give these to you two, just for the occasion."

     Shit, they've been waiting for this.

     No idea why they were, but still.

     Shit.

     I blink in shock, but Bucky jumps ahead of me, asking, "Are those our uniforms from the forties?"

     Damn, they're good.

     Nat smiles, saying, "We had them custom-made, so they're exactly like your original uniforms."

     "Stevie," Bucky smiles, hugging me tight with excitement, "This is amazing."

     I smile at him as I press a kiss to his cheek and pull out of his arms so I can stand up, saying softly, "You're adorable, you know."

     He grins like a cat, "I always have been."

     He's such a tease.

Nat hands me the two uniforms, saying, "Meet me on the roof in an hour, and bring your actual uniforms too."

After a few minutes, I manage to drag Bucky back to our floor.

He happily chatters about the Howling Commandos, how I always jumped right in to save the day, and the way I looked back in our glory days. I just smile and listen to him, enjoying the ebb and flow of his voice.

As I try to convince him that he needs to slick back his hair and get dressed, I realize that he's absolutely torturing me. Those jeans, and that goddamn shirt - he's wearing one of mine - it's driving me insane...and I didn't realize it until now.

This realization leads me to grab his hands and push him up against the wall, my lips sealing his as he opens his mouth in shock. He easily falls into the kiss as a moan slips through his lips, and I find myself protesting as he pushes me back gently and looks at me with those hungry stormy-ocean eyes of his.

Let me kiss you.

"Save it for the cameras, Rogers," I hear, and I look over my shoulder to find Nat standing at the elevator.

Goddammit, Romanoff.

"What?" I ask her, absolutely confused at this point.

"We're going to have some overlapped shots of you two in your old uniforms and your new ones," she explains. "If we want to get this all in before dark, we have to get you two up to the roof. And based on the time you two rolled into the kitchen this morning, an hour won't be long enough for you to have your way with each other. Jarvis even caught on to that much."

Bucky grins mischievously at me, "Happy I stopped you now?"

I give him a quick peck on the lips, saying softly, "I hate it when you're right."

He runs his fingers through my hair. I smile like a fool as my heart melts.

"Get dressed, Rogers," Nat says as she steps back onto the elevator. "You'll have all the time in the world once we get this video shot and the song recorded."

"I'll have him up on the roof before you know it," Bucky tells her, shooting a teasing grin at me.

After she's gone and I've cleared my head, I manage to trade in my khakis for the uniform she brought me. A second after I've slicked my hair back and adjusted my tie for the fourth time, Bucky walks past me, looking like one hell of a fine soldier.

Gorgeous.

Handsome.

Stunning.

Incredible.

Breathtaking.

Sexy.

Classic.

Flawless.

Mine.

I smile as I catch his hand and pull him to me, saying softly, "Sergeant Barnes."

He smiles and tips his hat, "Captain Rogers."

He looks like a dream.

"You're quite handsome," I whisper, lacing my fingers through his.

Bucky smiles and unlaces our fingers to lift my hand to his lips.

He presses a tender kiss to the back of my hand, and then he says, "Darling, forgive me, but I believe you're mistaken."