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Bucky was nervous as he led you to the dance floor. This was his first dance with you. His first dance with the newly-wed Mrs. Barnes.
Never in a million years did he think he would get married. Maybe he thought about it a couple of time back in the forties, but after seventy years of the crap he had gone through not once did he believe he'd have this life again. But life always had a way of making the unexpected happen.
He wrapped his arm around your waist gently with his other hand holding the other. He stood enamored by your beauty and grace feeling the urge to cry again. Just like the way he did when he saw you walking down the aisle. But he held it back with a smile as he began to dance with you in his arms.
Your dress flowed with you as Bucky led you through your first dance. Unlike him, you weren't much of a dancer and had spent hours practicing for this very moment.
Bucky chuckles to himself.
"What is it?"
"I'm surprised you haven't stepped on my foot yet," he commented.
"That's because I've stepped on Steve's too many times. I'm a pro at this now."
"Dancing with other men, huh?" Bucky asked in a teasing tone. "I don't think you're husband is going to appreciate that."
"It's good to keep him a little jealous," you replied in a whisper.
"You are going to be one very troublesome wife."
"Should've thought about that before putting a ring on it, Barnes."
"I didn't need to think twice. It wouldn't be anyone but you."
You blushed in the dimly lit room at his words. "And I'd never want to imagine not being with you. I love you, Bucky, more than anything."
"I don't deserve you," he confessed.
You shake your head in denial. "You deserve all the good things this world has to offer."
"Then you may just be the best out of everything," he replied with a heartwarming smile on his face as he lifts his arm allowing you to twirl. Your dress fans out in elegance as you giggled quietly with inexplicable joy. The corners of your eyes were crinkled as your face sparkled with happiness. Bucky marveled at the sight before him, creating a memory he would keep forever.
He pulls you back in this time closer than before. His sweet blue eyes adoring every little thing he loved about you.
"I love you, Mrs. Barnes," he said earning a sweet smile from you as his forehead rested against your own swaying to the music. "Till the end of this earth and forevermore."
You look up at him through your lashes and just the thought of getting to see those pretty eyes pooling with love, admiring his every imperfection for the rest of his life had him giddy on the inside.
You lift your head ever so gently and plant your lips against his in a searing kiss. The first in a string of many others. An initiation into a lifetime with you.
His beautiful wife with her infectious smile and healing laughter. His partner-in-crime. His danger-prone, game-loving crazy cat-lady. The source of his happiness. The solution to all his problems. His Panacea.