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“Mm,” Sarah murmurs drowsily, stirring, as she feels the shuddering coolness of Bucky’s breath tickling against her skin, causing goosebumps to prickle all over. She smiles softly as she mussles her fingers through his disheveled mess of curls, “Good morning, handsome.” She greets, prying her bleary eyes open in favor of looking at his face.
Though his eyes are still glossed with sleep, she could see the mirth gathering in his lidded pupils as he stared at her, his gaze smothering and adoring. The right corner of his mouth tuts upward sheepishly, in a smirk upon hearing her words of affection. “Handsome?” He posits coquettishly, raising an amused eyebrow up at her.
She feels the reverberations of his body as he chuckles softly, the bed shifts as he moves closer towards her.
His large hand smooths over the slenderness of her stomach, gliding upward until he reaches her waist. Bucky’s thumb caresses soft strokes against her velvety skin. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already revved up,” He teases, noticing the way her body lurched forward when his fingers sneakily prowled their way under the flimsy material of her velvety camisole.
Sarah chuckles breathlessly as her tongue swiped over the plumpness of her bottom lip, lubricating it.
“Yeah, well, you seem to have that affect on me.” She mutters, sinking her teeth into the plush skin of her lip when she feels the padding of his thumb teasing her erected nipple. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and a moan spills through her parted lips.
Bucky nudges closer, pampering open mouthed kisses along her clavicle then sucking delicately on whatever exposed flesh his mouth could reach.
Sarah shivers at his coquettish onslaught, the seating of her underwear moistens in avidity as her libido increases with every raffish kiss and touch that he careens on her body. His scalp burns at the feeling of her fingers sinking and tugging at the hairs on his head, the gesture unmistakably lets him know that she’s needy for his mouth against hers again.
Bucky’s lips travel in a salacious path against the slickness of her skin, kissing her shoulder, pecking a gentle kiss against her forehead, pampering a chaste kiss against her nose before eventually, making their way back down to her wanton mouth. The taste of her is still fresh on his lips from their sexual tryst last night, it makes her moan loudly at the memory.
Her eyes flutter, she’s looking down into his eyes with this recognizable look of lust and enamor a look that was always reserved for him. Her fingers were still sunk into his hair, now softly stroking the tussled coiffs.
He hums under his breath at the gentle touch. Another lazy smile curls on his lips as he leans down and presses a kiss against her chest. His mouth migrated over to her breast where he can see her erected nipple prodding through her camisole nightshirt. Bucky’s hands slowly push the shirt upward, revealing the smoothness of her beautiful skin.
He continued to push the shirt up until he’s met with the sight of her breast. He pecked a simple kiss in between the valley of her breasts before eventually cupping his puckered lips around one of her nipples. His tongue laps around the sensitized nub, teeth roughly nips and tugs at it as she writhes helplessly beneath him.
“Bucky!” She moans, in delight, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She always loved how deft his tongue was, how he was able to have her so plaint and wanton with just a simple swipe of his tongue.
“Yes, baby?” He murmurs, his tongue now retracting from around her nipple in favor of licking down her body. He’s descending downward, moving towards the destination where she desired and ached for him the most.
His soft, umber colored eyes flickered upward meeting her gaze as his hand teasingly hovered over the waistband of her shorts. She lifted her hips, pressing herself against his face wanting him to proceed. He smirks again, coyly, at the affect he had on her and the way her body responded to his touch.
Bucky nearly drowns in the saccharine smell of her arousal seeping through her underwear. He pulls her shorts down, absentmindedly tossing the fabric aside. He groans gutturally at the sight of her underwear; they were damp with her wetness, a big wet spot stained the front of the black lacy undergarments.
“Fuck, Sarah you’re killing me. ” He mutters, fingers reaching down to tug the underwear down her curvaceous hips. He’s careful as he pulls them down, not wanting to savagely rip them off of her like he’s done in previous encounters. (She’s chided him for that, saying that her underwear were too expensive and cute for him to keep tearing up.)
“You keep ripping up my underwear, there’s gonna be problems between us.” She had warned him, raising a challenging eyebrow and pointing a finger at his chest. So from that day onward, Bucky had been careful and cautious about removing her underwear at Sarah’s volition.
When the underwear’s tangled around her ankles, Sarah reaches down and mindlessly flicks them aside, tossing them somewhere in the forgotten mix with her shorts.
Bucky eases her back down onto the mattress, steadying a hand against her stomach. Sarah feels her stomach flutter in an anxious avidity when she feels the huffs of his breath tickling against her skin. The stumble on his chin from where he’d freshly shaven yesterday is rough against her skin and scratches her thighs as he leaves a trail of wet open mouthed kissed along her inner thigh.
“So beautiful.” He says, in between kisses. A hand reaches down and slides underneath her thigh, lifting it up so that it’s wrapped around his shoulder.
Sarah places the other leg atop of his shoulder, wiggling her hips and steadying herself in place. He’s going so tantalizingly slow, wanting to savor this moment and enthrall her body in appreciation. She loves that about him, how he’s always so gentle, caring and attentive with her. It makes her want him even more.
Her hips lurch forward at the feeling of his lips lingering towards the center of her apex, he’s so close to where she wants him. “Bucky,” She whines, wanting him to do something, anything. She’s throbbing in want so much that it’s driving her insane. They’d just had sex last night and yet it still feels like she’s been deprived of his body for so long. She was craving his touch, his tongue. His body.
A kiss is imprinted on her inner thigh, wet and soft.
His hands reach up, fingernails dig into the skin of her thighs. She’ll have bruises tomorrow, but that caring, like anything else but the feeling of Bucky, went out of the window. His mouth finally presses against her swollen cunt. His tongue raffishly licks at her slick arousal sheen folds.
She shudders, a content gasp falls from her parted lips.
Her hips thrust upward again, his tongue pleasures her clit again, licking, lapping all of her sweet juices. Sarah’s laying atop of the bed, body shivering and trembling with desire and pleasure, fingers roughly gripping the sheets. She’s got her lips pressed together tightly to suppress the loud moan that was threatening to leave her lips.
Bucky furrows his face further into her center; now heeding at the sensitized nub. His mouth traces along her insides as he savored in her nectar.
She’s so close; he can tell by the way she’s twisting her fingers deeper around the bed sheets and the way she’s throbbing against his tongue. She makes an incoherent noise and sinks her fingers into his hair again for better support.
Bucky’s got her right where he wants her on the precipice of her orgasm. He continued to lick her, wanting to get her just at the edge of her arousal so that when he does finally bury himself inside her that he can milk her completely boneless and dry when she does cum.
“Bucky, fuck, m’gonna–” She stammers incoherently, averting her gaze down at him. She can see her wetness sheening and dripping messily down his chin. He looked so hot and debaunched it was driving her insane.
She’s shuddering again, goosebumps prickle up her arm as he seizes her to her orgasm. She closes her eyes, plopping her head back down onto the fluffy pillow. She’s sitting back up, shooting a confused gaze down at him when his mouth suddenly retracts away from her. Sitting up on her elbows, Sarah watches as Bucky wipes his mouth with the back of his hands.
“As much as I would love to have you cum in my mouth,” He begins, reaching down and pulling at the hem of his shirt and tossing it somewhere on the floor. “I need to be inside of you right now or I’m gonna lose my mind.”
His initial plan of teasing her of her orgasmic release had began to backfire. Hearing the noises that she was making, smelling her, tasting her, all of it was making Bucky more horny than he already was. His cock, rigid and straining against his pajama bottoms leaked messily of precum at the delicious taste of Sarah. It was painfully throbbing and curled hotly against his thigh, needing to be free of its confines and buried deeply inside of her.
He rids himself out of his pajama pants in a haste, his plaid boxers follow in suit.
Sarah mouth salivates at the sight of his cock; thick, tip wet and red with milky precum oozing from the head. It’s curled against his thigh, some of the cum drips onto her stomach as he hovered over her.
His hand reaches out to cradled her face, he tilts her head upward so that he could meet her in a slow, passionate kiss. She moans at the taste of herself as it passes back and forth between them on their tongues.
He fluctuated her with delicate kisses, his insistent mouth marring against hers in a languid fervor. Bucky nudges her legs apart with his knee as he settles himself between her thighs. She wraps her legs tightly around his waist, the heels of her feet dig into his ass cheeks as he continues to move closer.
A breathy moan emanates from both of them at the friction of Bucky’s cock teasingly brushing against her slit. She bites down on his bottom lip, desperately wanting more of the contact.
Reaching between both of their sweat slicked bodies, he grabs ahold of his throbbing cock and smears the precum with the padding of his thumb. He pecks Sarah’s kiss-swollen lips with another kiss as he slowly began to prod himself inside of her.
“ohmygod,” She shivers, feeling his thick cock filling inside of her, stretching her as he shifted his hips and prodded further until she bottomed him whole.
“Sarah,” He groans, his forehead falls to her shoulder. She feels so good, tight and warm around him. His breath is hot against her skin as he whispers her name in a litany.
Bucky, after giving her and himself time to adjust incites the first with a fluid thrust. His pelvic bone grazes against hers as he thrust his hips; extracting and burrowing back inside of her seeping warmth. Sarah reciprocated with a thrust of her own, lifting her hips slightly off of the bed as she rolls her hips against his.
“Hnn,” He grunts, his balance nearly staggering at the feeling of her squeezing her inner thigh muscles together. He swallows, thickly, emphasizing the rotation of his hips. “Y-You’re amazing, you know that?”
Sarah snorts, playfully rolling her eyes at the sentiment though her heart swells in enamor.
Her hand reaches up, brushing a loose strand of hair that matted against his forehead as she hummed. She pulls his face down, kissing him deeply. “We’ve been dating for six months now and I still get you all flustered and tongue tied,” She teases, whispering against his mouth.
He chuckles, “Won’t matter how long we’re together, I’m still gonna be amazed by your beauty.” He comments and she feels her heart flutter.
She’s retracted from her reverie by the shallow cant of Bucky’s hip and his cock pistoning deeper inside of her, nestling against her hilt. He leans down, kissing her chin.
She feels content, loved in this moment. She can tell the way he’s feeling by the way he expressed each thrust with fervor.
Sweat gathers on his forehead, dripping down his face. She can taste the bittered saltiness of it in between their kisses.
“I love you,” She declares, pulling away from the kiss so that she could look in his eyes.
“I love you,” He repeats the sentiment instantly, slotting his mouth over hers again. “So much.”
Bucky whimpers when he feels her clenching around his cock, nearly engulfing him whole.
She’s almost there. So is he.
Deciding to switch the position, Bucky grabbed Sarah’s hip, holding her in place as he sat upright on the bed making it so that she was straddling his lap. She’s sitting on top of his cock, this angle gives them both better access.
His large hands grip her waist. She lifts up and slowly sinks back down onto him. It’s perfect, the way his cock curls deeply inside of her like it was made to fit just for her. He pulls her closer so that their chests are pressed flush up against each other’s.
Their chests heaved as they continued to make slow, sweet love.
Kisses decorate her shoulder as he murmurs words of appraisals to her. His hips lift as he meets her thrust for thrust.
Her braids are curtaning messily over her face, Bucky pushes her hair out of her face and gives her a sheepish smile. She rolls her hips, grinding down harder on him causing another groan to fall from his lips.
Her inner thigh muscles are sore from stretching so widely.
The sound of their slicked skin along with the his balls smacking against her ass and their soft moans ricocheted in the room.
“I’m–”
“Me too,” He breathes ruggedly, his grip on her hips loosening as he feels his stomach clenching.
Sarah toes curl, her cunt throbs, head lolls back in pleasure as she feels it creeping up on her. “Yes! Right there!” Bucky steadies his pace, thrusting up into her, as he now inserted his finger along in the mix.
She’s almost there––Bucky emphasizes each thrust, fucking into her with complete abandon.
Then, finally, finally, she cums, falling completely apart, shuddering and shivering as it spills out of her. Her head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder as he continued, grunting, and fucking. He murmurs a profanity under his breath as his orgasm is sought. His cum spewing messily over both of their thighs.
Bucky’s face is flushed, sweat drenches his face. His chest is still heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Sarah’s body tremble against him. She turns her head and looks up at him, smiling softly. “That was a good way to start off the morning.”
He hums in agreement, a smile wide across his face. “Mm.” He brushes a thumb against her cheek. He pecks her lips, brushing their mouths against each other’s in a chaste kiss. When he softens, he pulls out and plops down lazily on the bed next to her.
Bucky’s eyes linger over Sarah’s shoulder towards the round clock that was perched on the nightstand. “It’s still kinda early, d’you think I should wake the boys or let them sleep in a little more?” He asked, tucking his arm behind his head as he looked over at Sarah.
Today, he along with Sam and the boys were going on a camping trip. It was initially suggested by Bucky, who came up with the idea after overhearing Cass sullenly inform his mother about the father-son Boy Scout camping trip that was coming up. Feeling saddened by the exclusion, he decided to do something for the boys he’s grown to love since his move to Louisiana and dating their mother.
This was a perfect time so they could all bond. The past few months him and Sam have been away, flying back and forth between Delacroix and DC doing tours. They’ve been so busy that they’ve barely had time to spend with the boys, which they both felt guilty about.
Bucky approached Sarah and Sam with the idea; which they both avidly agreed on. Aside from the quality bonding time, the weekend away with the boys would give Sarah some time to herself. She was always so busy, attending to everyone else’s needs, keeping everything in tact that she sometimes forgot to pamper herself.
Sarah chuckles as she cosied up to him. “There’s no need because knowing my boys, they’re already awake.”
Almost in perfect dovetail there moment of intimacy is interrupted by the sounds of footsteps pattering in an ascending tandem accompanied by knocks rapting against the door.
“Mom? Bucky?”
Sarah gives Bucky a knowing smirk and raises her eyebrows in an ‘I-told-you-so’ gesture. She kisses his cheeks before untangling herself from his grasp. “I’m gonna go shower, I’ll let you deal with them.” She announced, grabbing her robe off of the back of the door before disappearing into the bathroom.
Bucky slides his clothes back on before approaching the door. When he opens it he sees both Cass and AJ; both still clad in their tousled pajamas, eyes wide and anxious behind their thick rimmed glasses, avid smiles spreading across their faces.
Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle in mirth at the sight of them. He knows that they were probably up for hours before even coming to see if he was awake, anxiously waiting in their beds to get their day started.
“Morning, boys.” He greets, leaning against the doorframe as he looked down at the two boys that stood below him.
“Morning, Bucky!” Cass says, his enthusiasm is evidential and makes Bucky smile wider.
“I packed my bags. Cass helped but I put in mosquito repellent and I brought an extra flashlight just in case we need to get away from bears.” AJ informs, smiling widely in triumph.
Cass narrowed his eyes at his younger brother and rolled his eyes. “There’s not gonna be bears where we’re going. Besides, how can a flashlight stop a bear?” He rebuttals, his comment caused the youngest Wilson to frown in opposition. “Tell him, Bucky.” He affirms, they both turn to the older man facing him, each determined to persuade him in agreeing in their own favor.
“I’m kinda lost on what you guys are talking about why would we need a flashlight? Where are we going…” Bucky laments, placating an oblivious facade pretending to not know what they were talking about as a way to keep neutral.
“The camping trip.” AJ says, frowning dejectedly not recollecting Bucky’s teasing jest. “You and uncle Sam—”
“Are we not going anymore?” Cass worries, looking up at Bucky with wide and sad eyes. He frowns, lowering his eyes as his shoulders solemnly slumped. “Never mind.”
Guilt hastily gnawed at Bucky; seeing their melancholic faces and the instant disappointment that immediately spread across them.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. Of course we’re still going.” He assures them, crouching down so that he’s at eye level with them. “There’s nothing more that I’m looking forward to than spending the entire weekend with you guys.” He smiles, reassuringly.
The smiles instantly returned to their faces upon hearing this.
“We still have to wait for your uncle Sam to get here with the truck but we can start getting ready. After I shower, I can make you guys some breakfast okay?”
They nodded vigorously in tandem.
“K, I’ll be out in a little while.” He says dismissively, watching as they both hurried down the hallway.
-
As promised, Bucky prepares the boys bowls of cereal for breakfast while they all awaited for Sam’s arrival. They sat at the table, savagely munching down on their bowl of Frosted Flakes while Bucky packed their traveling lunches.
“Breathe, boys, the food’s not going anywhere.” Sarah gibes as she enters into the kitchen. She leans down and pecked a kiss atop both of their heads, greeting them good morning.
Bucky chuckled as he sealed the orange slices in a ziplock bag and tucked them away in the cooler. He also prepared small sandwiches, snagged a few bags of chips and little juices. (He went to the liquor store last night; buying a case of beers for him and Sam).
“When’s uncle Sam gonna get here mama? He’s taking forever.” AJ complains, dragging his tongue around his mouth as he licks up the sugary residue that was on his lips.
“I talked to him earlier he says he had to buy a new tent because the old one he used with our daddy when he was your age was damaged.” She explained, ruffling her hand over his hair. “I know you’re excited but you have to be patient.”
AJ nods his head in a knowing understanding. Sarah offers him a small smile before sauntering over to where Bucky’s standing. She wraps her arms around him, hugging him from behind. “What about you are you just as excited as they are?”
Bucky nods. “Probably more. I haven’t been camping since I was their age.” He avers, shaking his head and chortling softly at the reminiscing memory.
It had been decades since he’s felt some semblance of normalcy. Doing mundane things such as camping, or even having breakfast every morning with a group of people that he was now able to call his family, felt like a foreign concept to him prior to meeting the Wilson’s.
Bucky never thought that he was able to have happiness––or find love with someone so incredible as Sarah. But now he has it and he couldn’t ask for anything better.
“Woah, that’s a looong time.” Cass acknowledged, retracting Bucky from his rumination.
“Cass-” Sarah forewarned, but Bucky only dismissed it good-naturedly as he nodded his head in agreement.
“No, he’s right. I was in Boy Scout when I was AJ’s age. They took us camping so we could earn our wilderness badges. I thought I was going to hate it at first because I didn’t want to be in Boy Scout in the first place. My mom made me. But it was actually one of the best weekends I had there. I learned how to set up a tent, find firewood–—”
“Did you roast marshmallows and make s’mores?” Cass asked curiously.
Bucky shakes his head as he shifts around so that he’s fully facing them. Sarah’s arms drop from around him and she’s now standing at his side listening attentively with the boys as Bucky reminisces on his childhood.
“S’mores weren’t around at that time. We roasted weenies instead.”
“Can we make s’mores on our trip?” AJ asks.
“We can make whatever you guys want.”
Sam arrives half an hour later, offering apologies as he walked through the front door. “I know, I know. It took me forever trying to find dad’s old tent and when I finally did I noticed that the poles were broke so I had to go buy another one. And apparently it’s camping season because the store was packed when I got there. Nonetheless,” He clasped his hands together as he sighed deeply. “I’m here and we can finally get this show on the road.”
They load the car, placing the cooler, their duffle bags, and the tents inside. Sarah’s standing on the front porch with her hands slacked inside of her front pockets as she watched them prepare to leave. When the truck’s fully loaded and everything’s ready to go, Sam called out to the boys telling them that it was time to leave. They hurriedly ran through the house and out onto the front porch heading directly towards the van.
“Woah, hey, I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Sarah asked in offense to her children who absentmindedly disregarded her presence due to their enthusiasm.
She extended her arms out and the boys each clambered up to her, murmuring “sorry,” as they hugged her tightly. She held both of them in her arms, leaning down to kiss their heads.
“Have fun with your uncle Sam and Bucky.” She says before releasing her grip on them. They sprinted off of the porch and ran towards the truck again. “Listen to your uncle! And no fighting!” She calls out in forewarning, already knowing that her boys had a tendency to get into mischief and she wouldn’t put it past them to use Bucky and Sam’s weakness for them to their advantage.
Sarah turns around when she hears the sound of the door opening. Bucky egresses from the house and steps out onto the front porch. She smiles when she meets his gaze, she meets him halfway as she wraps her arms around him. “Have fun and don’t let them con you into doing anything that they want.”
Bucky scoffs, placing his hand over his chest in mock offense as he gapes at her.
“Don’t act surprised. Those boys have you and Sam wrapped around their fingers,”
“Yeah, okay, you’re right.” He nods, shrugging his shoulder as he rests his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him. “I can’t help it though. They’re adorable.”
“Adorable or not,” Sarah congresses, “I know them and I know you and Sam. Just be safe, please? All of you. I need everyone to come home in one piece.”
Bucky nods his head in confirmation. “We’ll be safe.”
“Thank you,”
He smirks roguishly as he cranes his head down to her height. “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I go?” He coquettishly murmurs, his fingers tightening around her hips as he pulls her closer.
Sarah’s hands reaches out for him midway, pulling his face closer to her as she leans in for a kiss. His insistent mouth is pampering against hers, heeding each of her lips with delicate but vigorous kisses. Her tongue slots slyly over his lower lip, parting it open for better access. Bucky widens his mouth, ravishing in the taste of her.
They part after a while to catch their breaths. His thumb traces along her ample cheek bone. He flutters his eyes open and stares down into her eyes, the softness of her brown eyes meets the softness of his blue ones and he feels his heart soaring against his chest.The sounds of Sam’s groans and him pressing his hand down onto the horn retracts them from their love-struck stupor and causes them both to laugh.
“You’re going to be away from each other for three days, not three years!” He complains, in a reprimanding chastise. He takes his hand off of the horn and adjusts himself in the seat. “Let’s go, Buck!”
Sarah rolls her eyes at her brother’s impatience. She grabs the hem of Bucky’s shirt and pulls him in for one last kiss. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Okay, love you.” He says, breathlessly, feeling his heart swell in enamor.
“I love you too.” She reciprocated the heartfelt sentiments hastily and with the same genuine sincerity that he did. Sarah remained standing in the same spot as she watched Bucky walk away.
“Bye boys, bye Sam!” She waves farewell. Bucky climbs in the passenger seat as Sam starts the truck up.
“Bye, mom!” Cass and AJ clamor as they lean their heads out the window, both waving goodbye to their mother as the car pulled out of the driveway.
-
The car ride to the campsite was unceremonious to say the least. They spent majority of the ride listening to a history podcast that Sam suggested; much to Bucky and the boy’s dismays as the had the misfortune of enduring a full hour of it. Another portion of the car ride was spent as Sam and Bucky acting as a mediator between Cass and AJ who were arguing over sleeping arrangements in the tents. (“You guys are sharing one and Bucky and I have our own.”) Sam informed them which eventually ended that dispute.
“What if there are bears?” AJ asks, his worry about their safety suddenly heightened again as they approached nearer to their destination.
“I told you there aren’t any bears.” Cass assures him. “But if there are Bucky can scare them away.” He whispered lowly, probably intending it to be just for AJ’s ears but both men heard it (thanks to Bucky’s super hearing, and Cass’ inability to actually whisper or whatever the childlike equivalent to whispering actually is).
“What do you mean ‘Bucky can scare them away?’” Sam inquired to his nephews, glancing at them through the rear view mirror as he waited for their response.
Cass shrugged. “I dunno. He’s got the arm. He can do anything.” He answers, and Bucky doesn’t have the heart to argue with that logic no matter how false it is because while he’s got the physical advantage he isn’t fully sure he’s capable of facing a bear head-on. But Cass thinks he can and that’s all that matters to him.
-
“And we are here.” Sam announces as he pulled up at the campsite. The boys were in the back gasping in awe at the beautiful scenery athwart from them. Bringing the car into park, Sam unlatches his seatbelt before climbing out of the car.
“We’ll park the car here and we can walk the rest of the way. It’s not too far.” He says, opening the door for Cass so that he could begin to take the bags out.
Bucky vacated the car as well; AJ jumped out and landed on his feet in a Spider-Man pose, causing Bucky to chuckle in amusement. He grabs the bags, lugging them over his shoulders while Sam carried the tents. They walk in tow down the path that leads towards the vacant campsite.
“Alright, the first thing we’re gonna do is set up the tents.” Sam suggests, setting the bags down onto the ground as he stands with his hands on his hips. “Then, we can go look for firewood.”
“Do you know how to put up a tent uncle Sam?” Cass asks, assisting Sam as they unloaded the parts that were needed to assemble the tent.
“Well, it’s been a while but I think I can manage.” He shrugs, continuing to take everything out until it was laid out in front of him. “But it also doesn’t hurt to look at instructions for reassurance purposes.”
“That means he doesn’t know how to do it.” Bucky playfully quips, whispering his jest to both Cass and AJ who laughed behind their hands, much to Sam’s dismay, as he scowled at the older man and frowned in dejection.
It took a while to put the tents together (mostly because of Sam’s stubbornness and his refusal in allowing Bucky to help him. He insisted that he “got” it himself and that it was only taking him awhile to put it together because this tent was different from his other one). Bucky didn’t argue or try to offer his assistance anymore, only assembling his and the boy’s tent while they all waited for Sam.
“I’m uh,” His cheeks puffed out as he sighed deeply, he gestures a hand around airily. “You guys can go find wood for the fire. I’m gonna put this together.”
Bucky stood to his feet, mindlessly wiping the dirt and crushed up leaves off of his jeans as he furrows a look at Sam.
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I can-”
“Yes, man. It’s just a little tent I can handle it.” Sam reassured him again, waving him off dismissively before averting his attention back on the disassembled tent.
“Okay,” Bucky conceded, shrugging his shoulder before turning to the boys. “You guys wanna go log scouting with me?”
“Uh huh!”
“Yeah!”
Bucky gestures for the boys to follow him as he lead them through the woods. “We’ll be back!” He calls over to Sam who responded with a monotonous “yeah”.
“Alright, the trick to finding good firewood for the fire is to make sure the log is thick and that the bark is tough.” Bucky informs them, crouching down as he picks up one of the logs for an example. The fuscous log was rich in color, the wood was perfect taut and thick. He nods as he asses the piece of wood, holding it up for the boys to look at. “This looks good. See? Now we get need a few more pieces just like this.”
The boys wandered off in search of more wood. Bucky made sure they were still in his eye view and not too far out of sight as they ventured off.
“When we make the fire I’m gonna eat a hundred s’mores.” AJ avidly enthused; absentmindedly kicking at the path of rocks and dirt that was ahead of him.
“You can’t eat one hundred s’mores, you’ll get sick,” Cass reprimanded knowingly, in that big brother way that seemed to annoy AJ.
“Nuh uh!”
“Uh huh! And you can’t even eat that many because mama doesn’t like when we eat too much sweets anyway.”
“Mama’s not here.”
They continued to banter back and forth much to Bucky’s amusement who only chuckled at each of their responses and rebuttals. He’s only a few feet away, bending over to pick up another log when he hears a loud wail that immediately captures his attention. His parental instincts are hastily in tact and present, his heart nearly jumps in his throat when he looks over and sees AJ laying face down on the ground.
He mindlessly drops the armful of wood and ran to the little boy’s side. “What happened?” He asks, looking up at Cass who stood there with wide eyes that looked like they were on the precipice of tears.
“He—I didn’t mean—and he fell,” Cass stammered incoherently, between hiccups. Before Bucky could attempt to decipher the incoherent explanation, he attends to AJ’s needs. The little boy is crying, his shoulders are shaking heavily as Bucky tucks his hands beneath AJ’s arms and lifts him up.
Dirt and grime cover his face and fog his glasses. There’s a trail of crushed leaves on his cheeks and the front of his shirt is soaked in murky mud water. His bottom lip is quivering and his eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“Hey, you’re okay,” Bucky says softly, trying to calm himself and AJ down as he pulls him of the dirt and sits him upright. Bucky eyes him over, wanting to assure that he wasn’t hurt anywhere else. But then he sees that the denim fabric of his jeans on his left knee is scuffed and damp with water, and had somehow ripped in the midst of his fall. AJ’s skin is visible through the hole; there’s a fairly large cut on the skin of his knee that’s filled with crimson blood oozing out and has specks of dirt clogged inside.
Bucky swallows thickly at the injury, inhaling a soft breath as he gauges the maimed skin.
“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t think that I pushed him that hard!” Cass apologizes wearily in guilt; tears were now freefalling mercilessly down his face as he gasped for air.
Bucky parts his mouth to assure Cass that it’s okay, but the sounds of AJ’s cries distracts him. The youngest Wilson boy lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck as he sobbed uncontrollably against his shoulder.
Bucky slightly panicked at the sounds of both of their cries. He wrapped his arms around AJ’s small body, cradling his head in comfort as he stands to his feet.
“You’re gonna be okay, buddy.” He whispers softly, as he rocked him gently in his arms, still mindful of his scarred knee. “And I know you didn’t mean to hurt your brother, Cass. Everything’s gonna be okay. We just need to clean this cut up.” He holds AJ with one arm secured around his body and grabs ahold of Cass’ hand with the other as he lead them back to the campsite.
Luckily he remembered to pack a first aid kit knowing that children, boys especially had a tendency of getting hurt and it was better to be prepared than to not have a safety kit at all.
AJ’s tears eventually went from loud wails to a subsided quiet sob. His heavy tears soaked the front of Bucky’s shirt and was hot against his neck as single tears spilled down his skin. He walks hand in hand with Cass, still holding AJ against his chest as they made their way back to the campsite.
When they arrive, Sam’s coming out of the tent, smiling widely in triumph. “Ha! I told you I could—” His smile immediately drops at the worried look on Bucky’s face followed by his nephews’ tear stained faces. “What happened?” He questioned, walking over to Bucky as he rested a hand against AJ’s shoulder trying to gauge what was wrong.
Bucky looked down at a guilt ridden Cass who’s head was lowered in shame for his fault in his brother’s injury. Bucky didn’t want to outright tell on Cass especially knowing that it was an accident. (He also was reluctant because he felt partially responsible because he was supposed to be watching them).
Cass’ guilt must’ve gotten the best of him because he speaks up in confession before Bucky could offer an explanation.
“I pushed him.” He mutters, sniffling lowly.
“Cassian Wilson you know we don’t put our hands on each other in this family.” Sam berates in an authoritative chide. “Why’d you push him anyway?” He further prods in curiosity.
Cass shrugged as he nervously fiddled with his fingers. “We were fighting b-because,”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not his fault.” Bucky interrupts, settling his hand on Cass’ shoulder. “I should’ve been watching them more carefully.”
Sam shakes his head. “It does matter. He knows better than that.” He sighs deeply; pursing his lips in a frown. “Hey lil man, you okay?” He questions, directing his attention to AJ who’s been quietly resting in Bucky’s arms.
He nods somberly.
“It’s a cut on his knee. It’s not too bad.” Bucky explains in which Sam only nods.
“I’ll get the first aid kit and clean him up.” He informs Bucky before crouching down to meet Cass’ eyes. “Yo,” He reaches out and cups Cass’ chin in his hands, lifting his head up so that they’re meeting each other’s gaze. “I’m not mad at you. It’s just that you’re supposed to be protecting your brother not fighting him. We protect each other in this family, right?”
“Right.” Cass confirms, nodding in agreement.
“Good. Now, apologize to your brother.”
Cass turns around to face AJ, looking up at him in his high perch. “Sorry for pushing you, AJ.” He expresses in a genuine sincerity, still feeling guilty for letting his anger consume him.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” AJ laments, managing to muster his own apology.
“Alright those are the Wilson’s that I know, now let’s get you clean up little man.”
Cleaning children’s wounds must’ve been a regular occurrence for Sam (which wouldn’t be surprising to Bucky. Cass and AJ were rambunctious and had a tendency to get into things, much to Sam and Sarah’s weariness). He’s able to swiftly and deftly assess AJ’s wound, disinfecting it with the alcohol pad that was stowed away in the kit. AJ winced and whimpered in pain at the stinging of the chemicals against his scarred skin. He managed to prevail through the momentary pain however, and sat there while Sam applied ointment on the puckered skin and covered it up with a bandaid.
“Can we make s’mores now?”
-
They’re all seated around the burning fire; sticks with marshmallows prodded at the ends hovered over the open flame. AJ’s on his third s’more; chocolate and sticky remnants of marshmallows goo was smeared around his mouth, Cass was not too far behind, also avidly hyper on the sugary contents of the saccharine treat.
“Sarah will kill us if she knows that we let them eat this many.” Bucky acknowledges, turning his marshmallow over so that the other side could roast in a perfectly toasty char.
“This is a guy’s weekend out. What my sister doesn’t know won’t kill her.”
Bucky smirked as he took a bite out of his chocolate bar and chewed down on the sweet candy. “So that means we aren’t telling her?”
“That’s exactly what that means.”
They sat around the fire; both Sam and Bucky taking turns telling stories to the boys (mostly stories about the avengers, specially about Spider-Man, which Sam rolled his eyes at when AJ requested that Sam tell them stories about his time with the friendly neighborhood hero—“what’s with everyone and Spider-Man? There are cooler avengers than him”, but he relented anyway, recalling the events of the first time they met).
“Woah, Spider-Man beat you up uncle Sam and you Bucky?” Cass asked astonished when Sam told them about the run in at the airport.
“He didn’t beat us up-” Bucky corrects, looking over at Sam to help him elaborate on what exactly happened.
“Yeah, he just…caught us off guard that’s all.” Sam shrugs, watching as Cass gives them a disbelieving look of digression.
“It sounds like you guys got beat up.”
“Well we didn’t. Now eat your s’more.” He mutters before shoveling his own graham cracker and chocolate and marshmallows sandwich into his mouth.
-
“You’re good with them.” Sam says suddenly, the comment catches Bucky by surprise. He looks up from the fire and furrows a confused brow at Sam, cocking his head slightly to the side. “The boys.”
“Oh,” Bucky flushes, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just easy with them. They’re good kids, y’know?”
“They are,” Sam nods in agreement at this sentiment. “But I haven’t seen them get that close to anyone in a long time. They like and trust you. I know I was against it at first but seeing how much the boys look up to you, I’m glad that my sister has you in her life.”
Bucky was completely aghast by this. While he and Sam have gotten seemingly closer these past few months; their relationship developing from acquaintances, to partners, to now friends, it was rare that they’d had an actual heart to heart moment like this. Their conversations were usually causal or about Captain America business, or about fishing, it never involved feelings or one of them openly expressing them much less Sam complimenting Bucky.
Bucky feels his heart grow heavy, his throat clicks as emotions stir deeply within him. Going from Sam practically forbidding Bucky to even much as glance into Sarah’s way and threatening him every time they talked to him now being supportive of their relationship and saying that he was glad to have someone like him in her life meant everything to Bucky. Prior to meeting Sarah, he never thought he’d find love, let alone love within a family that he cared deeply for and would go anything for.
Meeting Sarah and falling in love with her was undoubtedly one of the happiest moments of Bucky’s life. She was kind, sincere, tenacious, beautiful, and had one of the biggest at hearts of anyone else that he knew. And for her, to love him out of everyone else in the world made him feel like the luckiest man alive.
His relationship with the boys was a plus. He’s never been good with kids; he thought that he was too much of a violent person to be around them. But Sarah’s boys––man, Bucky’s love for them was insane. They occupied a space in his heart next to his mother. They were easily receptive in accepting him into their family. They showed him that they weren’t afraid of him, that they were willing to make him apart of their small but loving family.
Finding love and family in Louisiana was the last thing Bucky expected but he surely wasn’t complaining.