AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Photobook ~ Bucky Barnes

Request- part three of "Prank Gone Wrong" where the twins are older!

LadyZdina

Warnings- language, Bucky being a flirty little shit

Words- 3980

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You sat in between Bucky's legs with your back against his muscular chest. After all these years, the man kept his amazing physique and it will probably be many years before that would start to deteriorate. His chin rested on your shoulder, his hands on your thighs as he looked over your shoulder. You held a thick picture book in your lap.

You smile brightly as all the good memories flood in. You almost tear up when you look at the photos of when your children were born. It was in the afternoon, it was a long day, very painful and scary, yet it was easily the best day ever for you and Bucky. Bucky kisses your shoulder when he heard you sniffle. "Look how tiny they were, " he points out as he right pointer finger traces over the old photo.

"They had such tiny hands, oh baby, I miss it when they were so little, " you say and wipe your eyes that were welling with tears. Bucky flipped the page and now there was a photo that made you laugh. It was of Bucky holding up James, James was only about three months old at the time, and the photo was of his son projectile vomiting into Bucky's mouth. Bucky cleaned up and then threw up afterward. That was a funny day, not funny to Bucky, but hilarious to you.

"I can still taste the throw up in my mouth, " he says with a chuckle, "Well, I told you not to bounce the baby after feeding him. But, you don't listen, " you say and he rolls his eyes. There was another photo of the twins in their high chairs, Anastasia had a bowl of her cereal on her head and James was tossing around his cereal with a big smile on his face. You always said that he had his father's charming, cute smile. 

"They were so messy, " you say and Bucky scoffs, "Were? They still are messy! Don't go in James's room, it's like a tornado went through there. Anastasia is kinda clean, " he says and you smile. You flip the page again, this one the kids were a bit older, they were around three. This was a very chaotic photo.

You were trying to take a nice photo at the beach, you were vacationing in Puerto Rico at the time. You and James at the front, you held your son in your arms on your hip. In the background were Anastasia and Bucky, getting swallowed up by a wave crashing into the sand. Anastasia's face was just filled to the brim with fear while Bucky was falling on the floor. You remember hearing your daughter scream and your husband laughing. That was just crazy.

"Do you remember when I and the kids stuck magnets onto your arm?" you ask and Bucky laughs, "Sweetheart, which time, you and the kids do that all the time, " he says and you laugh. "When you were asleep in the Avengers Mansion living room and Sam had also drawn on your face, " you say and Bucky laughs. "That marker did not come off for days! I'm still mad about that, " he says and you laugh loudly. You look up and smile at your now-husband. 

"I love you, " you say and he smiles while leaning down, "I love you too, doll, " he says and places his lips upon yours. You smile against his mouth and close the book, setting it aside and straddling his lap. His hands go straight to your behind, your hands laced behind his neck. After all these years, you could never get sick of kissing this man's lips. He was just too good. You sigh and he moans when you begin to play with his hair that he now has cut short.

"NO, YOU PRICK! FUCK OFF!" you hear your daughter yell and then a loud bang. "I HAVE YOUR PHONE! COME AND GET IT BITCH!" you hear your son yell. "YOU ASS!" your daughter yells and then you see your two children roll down the stairs. Your daughter has her twin brother underneath her as she reaches for his phone. You get off of your husband to pull apart your sixteen-year-old twins.