❨ 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶 . . . 𝑏𝘰𝘰𝑘 𝑖𝑖 ❩
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𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 of 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ❜

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 !

DIANA HAD BEEN WORKING AT THE museum for a while, helping the men move the large marble gods statues and identifying the gods and goddesses. She had her own office and she was surrounded by ancient shields, swords, and armour. She felt right at home. Diana had been getting texts from Steve and the others, mostly Natasha. Natasha had heard about Diana's new job and decided to tease her about it.

'How does it feel like to be part of the Ancient Greek exhibit?'

'I was about to go buy a fossil but realized I just have to go to you.'

'Do they make you stand among the statues as an artefact?'

Diana didn't really mind the texts, in fact, she was looking forward to them. Steve's texts were a bit more informational than sarcastic.

'Bucky's still in cryo. I have no idea when we will wake him up.'

'Thor just came back to Earth, he has Bruce with him.'

'Tony wants to get the Avengers back together along with T'Challa. He has already offered him a job.'

Diana had been working on one of the statues of Hera, using an extra small paintbrush to brush off any accumulated dirt in the nooks of the statue. She was standing on a ladder, patiently brushing off the dirt, when her phone rang. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath - she wanted to get this statue done and go home. She had been working on this marble piece for ten hours, she was more than tired. Her legs and back hurt from standing for so long - and that meant something. 'I shouldn't have worn heels today,' she steps down from her spot and walks across the cherry wood floors to the museum's small work table.

'Incoming call from Steve.' It read.

She takes off the latex gloves and hits accept, placing the phone close to her ear. "Hello, Steve," she greets, "how are you?"

"Hey, D," his voice rings. "I'm... well, I don't know how to describe it." His voice was far away, like his body was there but his mind wasn't, his soul wasn't there on Earth. "What is it, Steve?" She felt more alert at that; Steve barely was so distressed about something he sounded he was too far for anyone around him to catch him before he flew out of their reach.

"Um," he starts, "Bucky somehow awoke in the cryo. He doesn't know how or why, but he's awake. Do you mind coming here? He keeps asking for you."

Diana nods but realizes Steve can't see her. "Yeah, sure."

"Well," he says, "the quinjet's going to be there in a few, so... hand tight."

"But I'm still at work and I need to pack," she hurried to pack her purse, putting the pack of gum she had back in the bag.

"Don't worry, we had Natasha buy you more clothes for your arrival," he replies, a chuckle evident in his voice.

"Alright," she breathes, "where is the quinjet going to be?"

"You just need a ride there," Steve's voice comes from behind her. She furrows her dark eyebrows, turning to look at him. "When did you get here?" She ends the call. "I had a ride on the quinjet," he shrugs, crossing the large room to pick up a paintbrush. "Is this what you guys use to clean off the statues?" He asks, fiddling with it.

"Yes," Diana plucks it from his hands, "now come on, show me where he is!"

"You seem more excited than nervous," he chuckles, hooking his thumbs on the loops of his suit - which is something Diana wondered why he wore it.

"Why the suit?" She asks, pointing at the blue thing.

"In case of an emergency," he replies. Just like that. Just like it was the simplest thing in the world, just like one would say what they had for breakfast. Which reminded Diana that she hadn't had anything to eat for the past ten hours. Her stomach growled, signalling Steve of her hunger. "Have you eaten today?" He asked worriedly.

"No, I was too busy," she shook her head, an ashamed smile on her lips.

"We'll pick up some food on the way there," Steve wrapped a well-muscled arm around Diana, shrouding her in warmth.

He sounded like a grandmother that had just learned her grandchild had nothing to eat and was going on a full-on cooking rampage. "I can manage on some granola bars," Diana chuckles, "really, our first priority is Bucky."

BUCKY HAD BEEN waiting for Diana restlessly for the past 4 hours. He knew the quinjet took less time to travel, but he was growing impatient at the waiting time. He laid on Diana's old bed, her smell still mingling on the sheets and air, a smell of a mix of vanilla and coconuts. He looks at a photograph on her nightstand; a worn, tattered black and white photograph of Diana standing amongst four men, clad in her suit and staring at the camera defiantly. The four men were in military suits except one had a kilt on instead of pants. He read the date on the lower right corner:

Belgium, November 18. The Old Ironsides.

One of them stood to the right of Diana with shaggy blonde-looking hair that swept over his eyes and the sides were cut real short, had a United States Army aviator suit with an aviator jacket, and it seemed as if Steve and he could be brothers if they weren't born so far apart.

Another was a tad bit taller than Diana and it looked as if he were from a Native tribe; another stood next to the pilot and was the shortest of the group, had a weird-looking flat felt cone-shaped hat.

He thought about the name, The Old Ironsides. What did they do to get that name?

"How about those stories?" He hears an accented voice say from behind him. He jerks up and turns his head, his heart pounding when he sees Diana in a white lace-up shirt, black tights, and a pair of old socks. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, letting him see her face more clearly. "Diana," he breathed. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders; he was starting to believe that the quinjet had been struck down. He raced over to her, grasping her tall, lean frame into his arm in a bone-crushing hug. It felt weird for Diana to get hugged with one arm and the other was wrapped in a pad.

"I've missed you," she whispers as she buries her face deeper into his shoulder blade.

He smelled like a mix of hibiscus flowers and lavender with a hint of sage; Diana didn't know what soap he was using but wanted him to keep using it. "I've missed you, too," Bucky kisses the side of her neck, her skin smooth and warm against his lips. "What took you so long?" He tugs her onto her bed, sitting her down next to him. His body radiated heat like a heater, keeping Diana warm and content. "I didn't eat for ten hours so Steve got me some McDonald's," she shrugs, "I'm sorry."

"Diana!" He yells, scaring her. "Why didn't you eat for ten hours? You need your strength."

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"I'm sorry, I just had to work on something for the museum," Diana laughs.

"What's more important, work or your strength?" Bucky asks.

She lifts up her gaze to his, a small blush forming on her cheeks, "you. You are more important." She softly grazes her lips on his, grabbing his stubbly cheeks in her warm hands. Bucky forces his lips onto hers, closing his eyes as her tongue carefully swipes over his bottom lip.

He slightly opens his mouth, just enough for her tongue to come in and brush against his. Her lips taste like chocolate milk, just like the drink she had along with her burger. He's savouring the moment as her tongue brushes against his once more, him following it back into her mouth and swiping it with his. She pulls away from him, chest heaving somewhat and whispers, "make love to me."

He goes in for her neck, fiddling with the ties for her shirt. One pull of them and she's bare; he feels that she's not wearing a bra as he presses himself against her. She moans and tugs on his hair, a sultry and innocent sound to his ears.

"Diana," he whimpers as she tugs a little too hard on his dark mane, but it's more out of pleasure than pain; his hair was his biggest weakness in the bedroom, he definitely did not lose that part of the old Bucky. He tugs on the ties, loosening them and brushing the straps from her shoulders. Her breasts are out and he captures one in his hand, the left one, and he squeezes it like he's trying to get the thing underneath it: her heart.

Her nipples are a dusty rose colour, peaked and ready for his mouth. Diana was pretty sensitive: she hadn't had sex for almost a century. She eyes the photo on her nightstand, her eyes half-lidded from the pleasure of Bucky's warm fingers on her skin. "Bucky, please," she brushes her hand over his half-hard manhood, eliciting a moan from him, pushing himself against her hand.

He switches from her neck to her right nipple, her back arching as his perfect lips encased her sensitive bud. He kept sucking and nipping, making Diana moan with each pass of his tongue. He takes her nipple softly between his teeth and pulling away, Diana pushing towards it. She wanted this more than ever, she was ready for him.

She takes his shirt off, pushing him onto the bed and throwing the material over her shoulder. "Let me please you," she whispers at the super-soldier. She runs her hands over his toned stomach as she moves down his body, playing with the soft short hairs on his happy trail before unbuttoning his jeans. He's watching her do this, mouth parted as her hands came back up, fingertips grazing over his nipples.

She uses her teeth to unzip his jeans, moving her hands back down to jerk them off. His hard member strains against the confines of his black boxers, skin-tight against his muscled thighs.

"You have good thighs," she comments.

He laughs at her, but it gets cut off as his member is grasped in Diana's fist, replaced with a moan. She's moving her hand in tiny strokes, smiling down at his package. "So did the serum work everywhere?" She asks. "Honey, I was big even before the serum, this just made it into a woman's best nightmare," he runs his hands on her cheeks, giving her a small smirk. "Really?" She licks him from bottom to leaking tip, tasting the sweet saltiness of his precum.

He tasted good, even better than what Diana had imagined. She takes him into her mouth, getting a long moan of approval from Bucky. She bobs her head up and down, feeling Bucky's finger wrap themselves in her hair, messing it up. He decides to take her hair down, taking the tie out and place it on his wrist. She takes him out her warm mouth, moving her lips down the vein of his cock, and licking a stripe back up and taking him back into her mouth. This feels amazing to Bucky.

He had the most pornographic moans known to mankind and she was glad she was the cause of it. "Do you like that?" She whispers onto his cock, taking more of him into her mouth. She let him go deep into her throat, so deep her nose was brushing against the short pubic hairs at the base. "Ugh," he grunted as he heaved her onto the bed, using his hand to get her out her leggings. Her socks came off with them, her hands wandering over his body, praising it like she was staring at a god come to earth and was about to have sex with her. She wore pink lace panties with a small bow at the top.

It seemed innocent enough except the lacy material was see-through from her juices leaking out.

"You're all ready for me, aren't you?" He teases her by rubbing her through her underwear, using his finger to rub her clit and opening. "Right, baby girl?" He presses harder on her nub when she doesn't answer, eliciting a moan from the Amazonian.

He slides her soaked panties to the side, the cool air hitting Diana's womanhood. Her juices leaked onto the bed and Bucky wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless, but he realized he wanted to make love. He reached down and rubbed small circles on her clit, kissing Diana hard as she moaned into his mouth. He swallowed all her moans, their tongues fighting for dominance, Bucky pressing a finger into her opening, letting it glide in.

She gasps, pulling away from the kiss and arching her back off the bed. Bucky attached his lips to her nipple, using his finger to pleasure her. "Oh my gods," she whimpers as the pleasure overtook her. She felt like her body was in flames, licking at every square inch of skin.

She looked at the scene, biting her lip hard enough to draw some blood before letting it go. His eyes were looking at her; her beauty and perfection. He was excited, excited that he was the one giving her this much pleasure, to make her moan and writhe under him. Her legs were pressed close to her body, forming a v-like shape.

"Oh gods, Bucky!" She screams as the pleasure took her into its depths, her cum coating his finger and knuckles.

Bucky wasted no time in thrusting himself into her, Diana screaming in pain and pleasure as her oversensitive womanhood was stretched to its limit, her unused to the size of Bucky's cock. "You're so tight, fuck," he screwed his eyes shut, pushing himself until his testicles rested against her ass. Sense leaked into her, her eyes forcing themselves open as she growled; she flipped them over so she was on top - she took control just as she has been taught. She moved up so his tip was only inside her, then forced herself down forcefully - so hard that it broke the feet of the bed. It should have broken Bucky's hips, but with the serum, it made him more durable and he was going to use it correctly.

Diana kept bouncing on him, rocking the bed against the wall, hands gripping the headboard tightly as it slammed against the wood. Diana gave Bucky pleasure he has never felt before, using his hand to give her hips, their eyes looking at each other. Brown eyes met blue; blue eyes met brown. Two different colours, one dominant and the other recessive, interlocking together in a fit of passion and love. Diana decides to slow her pace down, reaching down to kiss Bucky as her hands wandered over his body.

She loved him and he loved her - it was a perfect solution for something much bigger and unexpected.

Bucky's hand caresses her cheek softly. Diana's hope kept grinding down on his slowly, breaths mixing together in the other's mouths. "I love you," Bucky places his damp forehead against Diana's. His sweet breath ran across Diana's full lips, a sweet smell of mint and chocolate.

"And I love you," she whispers. She feels her stomach tightening again, and when she closes her eyes and moans, Bucky takes this moment to flip them over and grind his hips against hers. His pubic hair rested against her nub, causing to get her more pleasure than ever. They kept looking at each other, soft moans filling the air, as they looked into each other's eyes. Diana could see Bucky's pupils had grown, covering most of the baby blue. She had read a while ago that a person's pupils will grow while looking at something (or someone) they love. She wondered if her eyes looked the same.

"I'm close," she murmurs.

"Me too," Bucky kisses her sweaty forehead, "come with me." She nods, taking a few deep breaths before her orgasm rocked through her body, her mouth opening in a silent scream, shallow gasps escaping her lips, back arching off the bed, breast pressing against Bucky's glistening chest.

Bucky soon follows her into the deep abyss, filling her with his seed. "Oh God," he softly grunts as she feels him twitch inside of her as each spurt came out. His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, but overall, he looked relaxed. His lips were parted as he laid down next to a weary Diana, pulling her closer to him. All he wanted was to lay here with her, his love, forever, after a long lovemaking session. He presses his face against her neck, the smell of vanilla and coconuts mingling with a hint of salt and euphoria. There, in each other's warm embrace, they sleep together, one good, one misunderstood, both honourable, and both were in deep and unconditional love.