The ceremony had been perfect. Tears had been shed, laughs had been shared; but, most importantly, Bucky got to marry the love of his life.
Correction: Steve HAD been the love of his life. Now he was top on Bucky’s hit list (and believe me, it is a LONG list).
They sit at the head table, Bucky tucking in to his second helping of carbonara (“Come on Buck, you won’t have room for cake!” “I ALWAYS have room for cake.”), when Steve coughs and gets to his feet.
"Excuse me, everyone!" he calls and all eyes fall on him.
"Oh fuck," Bucky hisses, skin paling.
"What’s he doing?" Sam whispers in Bucky’s ear.
"It’s his speech."
"I thought the best man does it?"
"Would YOU trust Clint to make a speech?" Bucky retorts and the Archer flips him off from Steve’s side.
"I’m best man too!" Sam protests before blinking. "Hold up, is he improvising?"
"Nope, twenty page draft."
"Is it embarrassing?" Clint cackles and Bucky buries his head in his hands.
"Only for me."
"I’d like to thank you all for coming," the blond begins, signing what he was saying as he did so for Clint’s benefit. "Bucky and I really appreciate your attendance and your gifts. Special mention to Thor for the ur… horse?"
“‘Tis one of the finest beasts in all of Asgard!” the thunder god booms from Jane’s side. “May you ride it into the sunset and be merry!”
"Thanks," Steve grins before rubbing the back of his neck. "Urm, this WAS twenty pages but Nat told me to condense it."
"OH THANK FUCK!" Clint and Bucky cry simultaneously. A ripple of laughter runs through the room as Nat throws her bouqet at them; Clint catches it and winks at her.
"Anyway," Steve says, rolling his eyes. "Bucky and I have been by each other’s sides for a long time."
"That’s for sure!" Tony guffaws, waving his champagne flute drunkenly.
"We were brothers in arms, in heart and mind. When I had nothing, I had him. Our buddies in the Commandos used to say that I didn’t need a shield, Bucky would jump in front of me first."
He looks to the table that remained empty in the corner, reserved for his teammates that never showed. He salutes and Bucky, Sam, Nat and Clint automatically stand and follow his lead, while everyone else bows their heads in respect.
"We lost each other so many times and yet we always found our way back to each other. It’s not been easy - we’ve both changed and lost more people than I care to mention - but now I have him I will never lose him. He’s my soulmate, as Peggy always liked to remind me."
He smiles over at the old woman, sat in a wheelchair by Sharon’s side. She’s smiling, blissful in her moment of lucidity.
"So I want to make a promise, in front of you all. James Buchanan Barnes, I will defend and love you for as long as I live. You are mine and I am yours. ‘Til the end of the line."
Bucky’s cheeks are streaked with tears as he reaches out and kisses Steve’s knuckles. ‘I love you’ he mouths as his husband sits down.
The crowd applauds when Clint abruptly jumps to his feet.
"So, I think I speak for everyone when I say that was lovely," he grins. "If a little tame."
"Barton…" Fury says in warning.
"And I KNOW I wasn’t meant to make a speech," the archer continues. "But I prepared a slideshow that’s too good to miss! Bruce, hit the lights!"
"Oh fuck," the supersoldiers groan as the room dims.
Needless to say, Steve gets bumped down a spot on the hit list.
I’m awful at speeches, hehe. Aw fluffy ^_^ xxx