Code Date Night [One-Shot]
Summary: Sparks ruin date night.
Warnings: A little bit of angst. Lots of fluff. Sweet, protective Bucky.
A/N: A new Astrophile drabble! YAY! As a warning, Bucky is injured on the job in case that’s a trigger for anyone. No death. There is a bit of angst, but it’s still Astrophile fluff. It takes place roughly 5/6 years after the epilogue. Write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me if you like it. If you have not read the series Astrophile, THERE WLL BE MAJOR SPOILERS.
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Bucky leans forward in the back of the truck, adjusting his boots. His feet are killing him, and he just wants to be off this damn job. The love he has for his career and his brother runs deep, but he’s so ready to get home and see his wife. That is something he never thought he would say. He’s always loved work more than most things in his life, but here he is desperate to get back to the station so he can rush off to meet his girl. He settles in next to Steve and continues to hum the same tune he has been humming for the last several turns. He pulls his hair into a tight bun at the base of his neck and continues humming. In just under eight hours, his shift will be over, and he will be holding his sweet Beck.
The tune repeats once more from the start, and the moment it finishes, Bucky glances at the men around him.
“Okay, what’s it from?”
Steve leans his head back against his seat and fires off a guess without any real pause to consider the melody. “Flintstones?”
She wrote it in pen... oh my heart!!! Bucky is the best husband ever and the best dad!!! In just so glad they’re all ok!!!