Sneak peak at Bucky's thoughts while living undercover with (Y/n)?
“What galleries do you want to go see, Adeline?” Bucky called as he stepped from the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist. It had been hard to get accustomed to the accent when you had first moved to Lenox Hill the month before, but now it had become a nearly unbreakable habit.
“Um, well, I remember the Michael Werner gallery was absolutely beautiful when I visited it before leaving New York,” she answered him, her voice drifting from the walk in closet you had been searching through for the past twenty minutes. “The Gagosian Gallery has good reviews as well, Nicolae.”
“Let’s visit both then,” Bucky said, making his way across the room and into the closet. His footsteps slowed as he rounded the corner and caught sight of her. He let his eyes sweep down her frame. She was standing in her underwear, her hair and make-up already done, staring at the dresses hanging on the wall. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her undressed in the past month, but it was the first time he managed to keep his wits about him enough to remember he was meant to be your husband.
He rested his hands softly on your waist for a moment before sliding them around to her bare stomach and pulling her back into his chest. Her perfume washed over him – flowers and vanilla – and she relaxed against him. She rested her head against his shoulder and hummed in happiness.
Her skin was hot against his he let his eyes roam across the dresses line up against the wall to distract himself. He was her husband., holding her this way was expected Two hangers were skewed, showing she had pulled them down and replaced them. “You should wear the purple one,” he said, kissing her temple softly and resting his forehead against her cheek. Bucky let his eyes close, comfortable with her in his arms and happy to just hold her.
“Not the green one, Nic?” She finally spoke and a smile spread across his face. It shouldn’t surprise him that her first words were an argument.
“No,” he replied, “you look radiant in purple, pisoi.” Her perfume began to create a haze in his thoughts and he stepped away from her abruptly, his hands dragging along her sides. He shook his head and turned to face the side of the closet dedicated to his own clothes. “And I know you like the purple one more than the green one, Adeline,” he tacked on. It was obvious that her favorite color was purple, even if she’d never said anything him.
“I do,” she agreed quietly. Bucky let his towel fall to the floor, knowing she wouldn’t turn around as he dressed. He started work at Baxter’s firm the next day and dressed in jeans and white button down almost out of spite. His next months would be spent in suits. Turning around and facing her, he watched her struggled to grab the small zipper and suppressed a laugh, stepping closer to offer when she spoke before he could. “Can you zip me, Nic?”
“Of course, Adeline,” he answered, reaching out and setting his right hand on her hip to hold the dress in place. The fingers of his left hand brushed against her skin as he grabbed the zipper and she flinched. His chest tightened. “Sorry,” he mumbled quietly.
“It’s fine. Your hand is just cold.”
Bucky laughed quietly as relief washed through him. He finished zipping her dress and let his hands slowly fall away from her. Tony’s tech could hide the metal, but couldn’t warm it up. “Do you know something? I have heard that before.”
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