Maybe A Sin (City)
a second part? wow
“Okay everybody, we’ve got ducks, Elvis, rain and clowns.”
“May I ask, what the f*ck?”
You grin at Clint, who is grinning in confusion at Natasha and the markered window behind her.
“I know.” She sighs, rubbing her forehead and frowning at the window again. “What do these all have in common?”
“You left out a few things.” Bucky offers but she waves him off. Her reasoning does make sense, bottom of the list, later in the night, probably.
“I swear, if I was married by an Elvis impersonator.” Natasha whispers darkly, just as one of maybe three clouds in the sky covers the sun. You shiver. Nice.
“Y’know what, I kind of like my ring.” Wanda murmurs and you glance at her sideways before really looking at your own. Plain, rose gold, and a little smudged by your constant playing with it. But the way it makes you feel, even this ridiculous trauma of not knowing who its partner is, who you’ve done this with and how you even got into this situation, it makes you feel warm inside. Like a hot water bottle around your heart. Or like holding a snuggly kitten.
“Focus, Wanda.” Natasha snaps and you shove your hand under your thigh, trying not to look guilty. “Can you have a look?”
“Not with this hangover. Sorry.” Wanda sighs, her cheeks going red and Natasha turns away with an angry noise. Reaching out, you pull Wandas hand, gesturing for her to lay down. As her head settles on your thigh, you slip your fingers into her hair, parting and brushing it.You know how she must feel. You’re feeling it yourself.
“I say we order breakfast, have our fill and then take a nap.” You start and Natasha whirls around like a red haired hurricane, but you hold a hand up to stay her words. “It’ll clear everyones head and make them feel better. Maybe something’ll pop up.”
“Okay.” Steve pipes up, his fingers on the ring, putting it down on the table between his hands before shoving it back over his finger.
“Okay?” Natasha snaps and Clint winces, right by her as her voice rises.
“Yeah. Okay.” Bucky cuts in and her cheeks go red, like an angry TinkerBell, and she turns on her heel, stalking and shoving into her bedroom.
“Thanks.” You offer the two soldiers and they shrug, staring forlornly at their hands. “Whose room were we in last night anyway?”
“Mine.” Clint groans, glaring at the carpet and you snort, only for a soft snore to drift up to your ears.
“Buck.” You whisper, his head jerking up suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. With the hand that isn’t playing with Wandas hair, you gesture to her sleeping face and he nods once.
“What would you like?”
“A bowl of wedges, sour cream and chilli sauce. And pancakes. Please.” The words flying past your lips and he smirks, nodding again and clambering up and across the room for the phone.
“Rose!” Wanda shouts, jerking upright and you sigh with relief, having just moved your plate from above her to the side. All your pancakes, could’ve lost them all.
“Rose what, sweetness?” You ask gently and she rubs her head, moaning softly.
“Here, kid.” Steve offers, holding out two pills and a glass of water.
“Thank you.” She whispers, taking them from his hands and downing the glass in one go before groaning again. “Wait. You guys got food?”
“Ordered you a hamburger and some waffles, they’re over there.” You point and she touches your hand gently, eyes meeting yours in a very emotion filled moment. When she lets go, rising to get to her food, your breath comes heavy and you blink after her. For food, she looked at you like you were her newborn. If only you could say three question marks aloud.
“So.” Wanda starts, her mouth full of burger. And not just she has a “mouth full”. No, you’re staring at her and wondering if No-Face from Spirited Away has inhabited her body. She chews a moment, swallows it all and you wince. Dear God. “So. Y/N’s memories may have semi attacked me in my non-conscious state and I can tell you all, with absolute knowledge, that there was an Elvis impersonator who officiated the ceremony, and that it was at somewhere called Rose Chapel. Hows that for a hero’s work?”
She punctuates the line by cramming more burger into her mouth and you have to look away. And then you notice the rest of the group staring at her as well, morbidly fascinated. She swallows again, searching the faces around her.
“Did any of you actually hear what I just said?”
“What?” Bucky grunts, blinking and his expression clears. Wanda rolls her eyes and repeats herself, shouts of jubilation and high fives clapping through the air.
You all clamber into the limo that Tony has called, everyones moods still high after the food and the newest revelation. Even Tonys furious shouting and utterly terrible mood can’t blacken the feeling in the air.
The mystery will be solved. Everything can be fixed.
Buckys thigh presses against yours and you yawn, the coolly dark interior of the cabin muddling with your head. Another yawn catches you, right after the other and Bucky sighs, pushing you away for a moment before his arm falls over your shoulders and he tucks you against his chest, your eyes falling closed, the quiet buzzing of his arm your lullaby. That and everyones excited mutterings.
“Wake up.” Bucky orders and you grumble, his words repeating and a finger poking your belly.
“I will wreck you.” You growl, your voice thick with sleep and someone gasps a laugh.
“Was that a demon?” Bucky teases and you shove away from him, crawling across the bench seat to curl up on your own and someone sighs. Probably Bucky. “Get up, we’re getting married.”
“We are?” You gape, excitement flooding you for the moments you don’t remember everything that happened yesterday, then you’re groaning and he’s grinning. “Screw you. You know we’d have fan-f*cking-tastic marriage.”
His head tilts forward, an allowance and you smirk triumphantly, stumbling out the open door and nearly collapsing as you try to shield your eyes, hissing. Laughter rings out and you twitch your fingers into the bird and the laughter gets louder.
“Come on, Donkey Kong.” Bucky grins, you can hear it, and throws an arm around your shoulder and guides you blindly forward. Your toe catches on a stair and he catches you with a laugh. “Careful. Stairs.”
“I hate you.” You snap, eyes still covered until the door closes behind you and you blink through the bleary light of the little chapel. This feels familiar. Definitely. Bucky grins when you turn around, your expression elated and matching his. You can fix this.
ooooooo (these can also be found under the tag sin city now)