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The Accidental Honeymoon

@feathersofvibranium sent me this picture and this fic sort of happened. I blame them for everything 🥰

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Officially they'd been married for almost 6 months.

But being Captain America means you don't get to take time off just because. Hell, they'd had to reschedule the wedding three times. They would have kept rescheduling except Sarah had insisted they stop waiting for the perfect moment to happen and make it happen themselves.

She'd been right, of course, but it was the mission they were running off to that convinced them. Sam had a bruised rib that he kept pretending was fine. Bucky had lost track of time mid-battle after seeing Sam take the hit. He'd barely registered Sam grabbing him at the end of it all. He registered what came after though. Sam kissed him like he finally realized something - they both had. Here they were wasting all this time and they could run out of it at any moment.

Six months went by faster than either of them would like to admit. The honeymoon kept getting pushed off and off. Everyone kept trying to corner them into it - as if they wouldn't want to go on vacation.

Which is how they ended up here, standing in the doorway of a room that looked like it had come out of a dream.

Sam looked back down at the note. You are very welcome. ~Z

"I don't trust it, Sam." Bucky was inching around the perimeter of the room, like he was waiting for a bomb to be tripped. "Zemo wouldn't just send us on our honeymoon. Have your dumb bird do another sweep."

"Okay, One: His name is Redwing." Bucky audibly groaned, moving his search to a table against the wall. "And Two: He's already done two sweeps. There's nothing here Buck."

"There has to be." Bucky frowned at the bed, which appeared to be a mattress piled high with blankets. He turned to frown more at a chair hanging from the ceiling, before moving to inspect the ceiling.

Sam sighed, dumping their bags down against the wall. "Why?"

"Because I'm not okay with fucking ZEMO paying for OUR honeymoon."

Sam knew he should agree. Obviously, they shouldn't be accepting a donated honeymoon from a criminal who'd tricked them there with a false lead. But, well. It was storming, and they couldn't leave anyway. And there was his husband looking focused and serious right next to a bed.

There was an entire wall that opened up to water, with sliding doors that had rain drops streaming down them already. Sam could hear a distant boom, and wondered vaguely what lightening would look like from the bed on the opposite wall.

"What if we just think of it as a vacation?"

"Samuel. We are not staying here."

A flash of lightening lit up the other side of the windows, and Sam sent up a note of thanks to Thor for being the god of something with great timing. The wind outside was whipping the rain sideways now. The trees that were as far as Sam could see were blurred behind occasional flashes of light. "Well, doesn't look like we're leaving."