Y/n pov
Once I get to my room, I open up the door to the balcony so I can let in the fresh October air. I open up my bag and sit at my desk and start to take apart my rifle. I clean the inside and outside. Every little corner and nicknack. I put the rifle back together and pull out my AR and take it apart.
I hear a nock on my door and tell the person to come in. I turn my head to see Bucky. I smile at him and great, "Hey babe." "Hey Y/n, how are you feeling about this whole thing?" He asks in a sweet loving voice. I sigh and grab my cleaning cloth and start to polish the outside of my gun.
"I still don't like this James. I don't like the fact of being known," I tell him. "I was actually thinking, what if I moved to my cabin and just lived there?" I pitch. Bucky walks over to the bed and sits down, folds his hands, and looks at me with those ocean eyes. I look at him and then look away. "I'm sorry, that's stupid," I tell him. "Tell me what your thinking doll. I won't shoot you down," he says. This takes me by surprise.
"Well, I could live off of the game there. There's a village nearby that I could get my supplies from. I could do a few missions here and there. But I know that your life is here with these people, but I can't live without you. So I shot down the idea," I tell him, setting down my gun. Bucky looks at me and Ives me that soft smile of his. The smile that makes me melt.
"Y/n, I love you. I want what's best for you. Never doubt that," he says. "Let's talk about if you did come out and say who you are," he says. "I'm not trying to push you. I just want to look at this from every angle," he adds and smiles. I smile back and nod my head.
"Ok so you come out and say who you are, people figure out what you've done, but we only give them some of the information. It takes time for people to like you, but you still get to live here with everyone and go on missions. You could work in the shadows or you could work out in the open. Yes people will want to come after you, but you have the Avengers to protect you. Not that you need us, but we're here for you. The first year or so may be tough but you've been through tougher," he states.
"I'm with you Y/n through thick and thin. I love you and I will always support you. And you know, you can go up to your cabin whenever you want. I know what that place means to you, no one will stop you," he adds. I get up and walk over to him and hug him. "Thank you," I whisper. He hugs me back and kisses me on the neck.
He pulls away and takes my head in his hands. "I love you doll," he smiles. We both go in for a sweet and passionate kiss. I practically melt at his touch. We both have to pull away for air. We rest our foreheads against one another. "Your so beautiful love." I smile and blush. I have never been with anyone that makes me feel so at home like James does. Not only that, but I feel so loved and valued when I'm with him.
"I'll do it," I tell him. "I think it's time that people find out who I am," I add. He smiles and kisses me again once more. He stands up and puts his hand out for me to take. We walk out of our room and go to find Tony. We end up going to his lab and we find him hunched over his desk working on his suit.
"Hey there kiddos," he welcomes. "You do realize that we're about eighty years older then you, right?" Bucky asks. Tony turns around with a ranch in his hands and says, "What? You want me to call you great grandma and grandpa?" He smirks. "Keep kiddos," I laugh. "What's up?" He asks. "Tell them who I am. People are going to find out on way or another," I tell him. Tony smiles, "I'll make a call with the news. We'll do it tomorrow. Sound good?" He asks. I nod and Bucky and I leave the room. The rest of the day is uneventful and chill. But tomorrow will be high in stress.
Bucky pov
After having that conversation with Y/n, I can't help but think about how much I love her. She's been through so much and yet, has such a big heart. Her y/c/e make me melt. I could look at them for all eternity and never hate the color of her eyes. She makes me a better man and a better person.
She's been through so much and she still looks for the good. When the whole 'civil war' happened, I was so angry at the world. At myself. At everything. I hated that I was seen as an object by Hydra, hated how Steve saw me at a broken toy, I hated how everyone saw me as a murderer. But when Y/n came, she saw me as me. I really couldn't ask for a better partner to go through life with. She's been with me all the way.
I know that she's scared of the situation, but I believe that this is the right move for her. People need to see her for being a hero, and I know that people will see her as a hero. But she can't keep thinking that she's a monster, because she's not. Tomorrow will be rough, but I will make sure that everything goes smoothly. We all will.