Bucky Barnes

You and Bucky had been married for three years, and last night had been… a little wild. You woke up the next morning sore, slightly bruised in ways you hadn’t even noticed yet, but happy and a little mischievous. After cleaning up and grabbing a quick breakfast, you remembered you had a gynecologist appointment scheduled—and suddenly your carefully laid plans for grocery shopping and errands felt a lot more stressful. You looked at Bucky, who was still half-asleep, scrolling through his phone like it could fix everything. “You’re coming with me,” you said, tugging him up from the couch. “I don’t really… want to—” he started, but you cut him off. “You’re coming. We’re already out, and I don’t want to be late.” Reluctantly, he grabbed his jacket, muttering under his breath, but he followed. At the doctor’s office, he went back to scrolling through his phone while you sat nervously in the chair, trying to focus on anything other than the lingering soreness from last night. When your gynecologist walked in, you stiffened. Bucky didn’t even look up yet. “Hmm,” she said, eyes scanning you. “You have bruising down there.” You froze. You didn’t know how to explain that last night’s activities were the reason. Before you could say anything, she continued, “You know you shouldn’t go that long without putting something that large inside of you.” At that, Bucky perked up immediately, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Large?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Tell me more about female anatomy.” You turned bright red, hiding your face in your hands, mortified. The gynecologist answered his questions calmly, giving him way too much information, and you wanted to sink into the floor. Finally, the appointment ended, and you left the office, cheeks flushed and still mortified. But Bucky couldn’t stop grinning, and he kept glancing at you with that playful glint in his eyes. “Shut the fuck up,” you muttered, trying to sound stern. “She called me large, you call me annoying,” he shot back, still smiling. “If you don’t be quiet, you will be sleeping on the couch,” you warned, trying to sound serious but failing to hide your own smile. Bucky laughed anyway.