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Loving you is like punching a bigot
It’s an adrenaline rush
Sometimes it hurts a little bit
But I can’t imagine ever not wanting to do it
Because I know that no one is as deserving
And I’ll never regret it. Not for a moment .
Steve looks up from his notepad, eyes wide and hopeful.“What do you think? Will Sam like it?”
Natasha and Bucky stare back, mouths agape. There’s a long silence before Bucky’s shoulders start to shake. He buries his face in the pillow behind Natasha’s head, his whole torso convulsing. Nat’s face is scrunched up, like she’s working out a difficult math problem in her head. Steve looks back and forth between them, waiting for a verdict.
“Steve,” she starts and pauses, considering her words. “Steve. No.”
“What do you mean no? What part?” he demands indignantly.
“All of the parts Steve! You cannot talk about bigots in your wedding vows!” Natasha throws her hands in the air.
Steve worked hard on this and he’s not going to let them go that easily. “But I made Bucky cry! Isn’t that good?”
In response, Bucky throws his head back, cackling at the ceiling. There are tears on his cheeks, but they’re quite clearly from mirth. Steve throws his notepad onto the coffee table and buries his face in his hands. He looks up when a popcorn kernel bounces off his knuckle.
Natasha’s eyes are soft even if her mouth is still struggling to hold in her giggles. “What else you got?” Bucky is wiping the tears from his face, but he’s nodding for Steve to go on.
Sighing, Steve picks up the pad and flips to the next page. “Well I have been working on an ode to the little gap between his teeth.”
“Please, I beg of you, please. Read it to us,” Bucky leans forward. Natasha is already shaking her head back and forth, but says nothing to actually discourage either of them.
Steve knows Bucky just wants more to laugh at, but the joke is on him. He’s got 15 pages of this stuff and someone has to help him edit it down. He only intends to say his vows once. They’re going to be perfect. For Sam.