31Chapter 20- Soulmate
Baby, you're my soulmate, you're my ride or die
I know what you hate, and I know what you like
Oh, I'm all about you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
'Cause baby, you're my soulmate, the love of my life
The love of my life
Soulmate-Chanin
One Year Later.
I sighed and let my head fall down on my desk, exhausted. I listened, but didn't really register what Nat, Wanda and Pietro were talking about. My whole office was Wedding-Central at the moment and papers, decorations and even some cake samples were strewn everywhere.
Our Wedding was in just one week and seemed to be everyone's number one priority. Bucky and I had seriously considered eloping when we realized just how big the Wedding was getting. At first we had just wanted to invite close family and friends but that got away from us fast. My dad and a bunch of media people from Eddie's office basically thought we were delusional if we thought that we would get away with a wedding that small. One girl actually laughed before she saw the look I was giving her.
"Are you even listening, Lizzie?" Nat's voice made me raise my head and I stared at her tiredly.
"I am, I'm just so tired Nat. Honestly, we've been over every detail so many times already. We're on top of things guys, so can't we just pause this?" I pouted and gave them a pleading look. The three of them shared an amused glance before Pietro shook his head, chuckling lightly. What was so funny?
"So you were, in fact, not listening," he snickered and raised his eyebrow at me. I sat up straight and looked from one person to the other. I felt my cheeks flush slightly as I had been caught.
"Well, spill then," They all laughed as I basically admitted to not listening to anything they were saying. Nat rolled her eyes and tutted before she spoke.
"Oh, Lizzie. We stopped talking about the wedding and we discussed the bachelor/bachelorette parties. But if that doesn't interest you," she trailed off and didn't even bother to hide her smirk.
"No. No, no, I would like to know what you've got planned," I smiled brightly, excitement coursing through my body.
"Well, Sam has disclosed some details about what they've planned for Barnes," I held up a hand and raised a skeptical eyebrow at her.
"Hold up, I'm sorry but Sam? I thought Steve was holding the strings," I didn't get to finish my thought because Pietro let out a loud snort.
"Oh Please, if they left it to Cap it would be boring. So Sam and Eddie took over," he smirked and I gaped at the grinning blonde.
"Sam and Eddie? Jesus Christ, Bucky's gonna hate everything," I muttered the last part to myself rubbing my chin. Just as I was about to question the sanity of their plans a loud knock sounded on my office door. I called for the person behind the door to enter and let out a surprised noise at the back of my throat when the two men entered, both of them grinning, an ominous air surrounding them.
"Now who put you two idiots in charge?" I asked, unable to keep my thoughts to myself. The Falcon gasped and clutched his chest dramatically while Eddie flopped down next to me with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. I shook my head, dreading their answer.
"Come on Lizzie Baby, even you have to admit that the steak dinner Cap had planned was a bit," he paused and waved his hand around before he continued.
"Meh. We kept the dinner but added our own ideas after that," he winked at me and I let myself fall back against his side before pinching his side. He jumped and grabbed the area I managed to target and cursed under his breath.
"Lizzie, I love Steve, he's great at what he does. But the man couldn't plan a decent party if his life depended on it. He wanted us to go to the shooting range before dinner and then just hang out here," Sam said, his tone wavering between amused and annoyed. I tilted my head to the side and thought about what he had just said.
"Well, I'm sure Bucky would like that actually, even if it does sound pretty boring," I said sheepishly. Eddie let out a whoop and the others burst out laughing.
"That's what you get for marrying an old man," Nat quipped and I threw a crumpled up ball of paper at her.
"Hey, only I get to call my fiance an old man," I giggled and looked at the two newcomers curiously.
"Are you going to tell me your plans or what?" I asked my eyes fixed on the man lounging next to me. He looked at me silently before his eyes shifted to Sam. His lip twitched and he couldn't stop himself from grinning.
"Well, we are going to go to that dinner Cap planned, but after that we're going to that whiskey and cigar bar you dad always used to go to," I smiled, nodding slowly. I knew exactly the place, it was this hidden gem that not many people knew about. Bucky would love that place, not too crowded and secluded.
"Then we're headed to Style, obviously" he continued and I kept nodding.
"After that we'll probably hit some club, depending on our mood," Sam finished looking at me intensely. I stared at Eddie, brow furrowed in thought.
"Wait a minute, Style?" I said, raising my eyebrows at him and he just stared back, not saying anything.
"As in the Strip Club, Style?" I clarified and I watched as his left eye twitched before he looked at Sam. I snapped my fingers in his face.
"Nu-uh, Edward Brock don't look at him, look at me. You're taking Bucky, Steve and," I paused and glanced at Sam.
"You two do realize that Peter is invited to this, right?" I stared at them as they shared a look.
"We're aware Lizzie baby, and the kid is fine with it," Eddie began but got intercepted by a unanimous snort from the three ladies in the room.
"Of course he is," Nat muttered and I shook my head.
"Yeah, Bucky's never going to go. It's not really his scene," I said laughing lightly.
"Oh we know, that's why we have another plan," Sam grinned wickedly, making the hairs on my neck stand up.
"Don't worry Lizzie, we're also going to a show for your Bachelorette," Pietro snickered as I turned towards him.
"Yeah, right. Bucky's going to like that even less," I snorted and they all shared another secretive look. I sighed loudly.
"Do I even want to know?" I watched as they giggled and snickered. Sometimes I question why I'm even friends with these people.
Bucky, Friday, Week Before the Wedding. Day of the Bachelor Party.
I leaned back in my chair letting out a satisfied sigh. First the steak dinner and now this excellent Whiskey place, the boys had really come through.
At first I hadn't even wanted to have a party, but everyone insisted. I was wary of the whole thing and therefore put Steve in charge. Knowing my best man wouldn't go overboard. I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages but the last one was from Lizzie telling me to have fun.
"Phone away, Robocop!" Eddie Brock called from across the room, holding a large tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The man had grown on me even if he was too loud sometimes.
"Now, Bucknasty," Sam began and I growled.
"Don't call me that.'' I ground out and I glanced at Stark who was doing a poor job of hiding his smirk behind a large Cuban. I turned back to the Falcon who was looking way too pleased, I was not going to like whatever was about to come out of his mouth next.
"Buck, our next program of the evening awaits," he said, eyes sparkling with mischief. I looked at Steve but he just shrugged, looking as lost as I felt. Hadn't I put him in charge?
The group consisting of; Steve, Sam, Eddie, Stark, Banner, the kid, Barton and Odinson made our way to the car that was waiting to take us to our next location. I tried to figure out where we were going without having to ask the two grinning men who Steve had apparently allowed to go rouge during the planning. Nothing outside the tinted window of the large town car was familiar to me and I was actually starting to get nervous.
We pulled up at a windowless building with the word Style written in neon cursive on the wall. A large doorman stood in front of the black doors but gave nothing away. I figured we were going to a club but something told me this wasn't what I was expecting. Everyone made their way inside and we made our way through a dark corridor with lighting along the floor. A heavy curtain kept us from seeing into the upcoming space but I could hear the thumping of rock music.
Eddie, Sam and Tony stepped through the curtain followed by Steve but as I tried to step out after him I slammed into his large back because he had halted in the opening.
"Steve, what are you," I began but then my eyes fell on the reason my oldest friends had stopped dead in his tracks.
"Should Peter be here?" I heard Banner say behind me and I glanced at the wide eyed kid who was right next to me. The barely clothed girls on stage were doing some serious acrobatics and I glanced at Steve who had turned beet red and tried to get words to come out of his mouth but he only managed to look like a gaping fish.
I had to admit that this wasn't my scene but Steve was way more uncomfortable than I was, as was Banner.
"Come on, Cap!" Eddie cried joyvally slapping Steve on the back and started to lead him to a table right at the front of center.
"I don't think Lizzie would appreciate this, Buck," he said looking back at me, face still tinged pink.
"Oh no, we cleared this with Little Stark," Sam chortled and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. My eyes fell on Stark who let out a sound between snort and a scoff.
"Like any daughter of mine would care, at least Eddie knows about all the things she used to get up to," he rolled his eyes as he gracefully took a seat. We all took seats and as soon as everyone was seated a scantily clad lady appeared with drinks on a tray. I watched as Sam and Eddie had a whispered conversation with her and thanks to the loud music even my enhanced hearing couldn't pick up on what was being said. I shared a look with Steve but he barely looked at me before his eyes snapped back onto the stage, clearly not comfortable. I let out a soft chuckle as I watched him tense as a lady walked past and winked at him.
"Prepare yourself for a surprise Bucknasty," Sam could barely contain his sniggers as he rubbed his hands together gleefully. I was about to question him when a familiar tune started playing, Steve's head snapped up in surprise and I let out an amused wheeze. The same song that used to play when he toured the country in his Captain America getup was playing as five girls clad in the signature getup, only modified, entered the stage. We all glanced at the Captain as the girls performed a very close imitation of that routine. I shook my head in amusement but couldn't help but think that this was more of a surprise for Steve than me. Just as the thought flitted through my mind the music faded and a rock song I couldn't name started playing. We watched as the girls stood in formation and another girl, this one dressed in some version of our old uniform strutted onto the stage. The jacket was slightly longer and alot more form fitting and she wasn't wearing any pants, just thigh highs and heels that looked impossible to walk in. The signature hat was tilted so it covered her face but I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over her legs as she grabbed onto a pole right in front of our group and spun slowly.
"You might want to close your eyes Tony," Eddie muttered somewhere to my left and I glanced over at him in confusion, apparently Stark was just as confused because he opened his mouth to speak but then his eyes flickered to the stage, widened comically as he let out a curse and slapped a hand before them. I raised my eyebrows at his peculiar reaction and then my eyes fell on Steve as he let out a strangled sound and he too slapped his hand before his eyes. Absolutely bewildered at their reactions, I turned back to the stage as well. As my brain registered what my eyes were seeing I let out a soft groan. The girl was now crawling towards me and just as she reached the edge of the platform she tilted the hat so her face came into view.
"Babydoll," I sighed as I stared at the smirking face of my fiance, the reactions of my companions making a lot more sense. I watched as two bodyguards stepped up and with a practiced ease she took their hands and let them lift her off the platform. My eyes trailed the length of her body as she moved towards me and straddled my lap.
"Hey, Sarge," she said in a sultry voice and I raised an eyebrow.
"Surprised?" she whispered in my ear as she leaned in and let her teeth grace my earlobe gently. I held back a groan and squeezed her hips in warning. She let out a giggle and tilted her head to the left.
"Hey, Steve" she teased and I glanced at him, shaking my head with a snort. He was still covering his eyes, face flaming as he held up a hand giving her a wave. Her eyes flickered and she bit her lip.
"Sorry Pete, sorry Dad," she called as she climbed off my lap and tugged on my hand pulling me into a standing position. Neither the kid or Stark looked up as she addressed them, the boy was almost as red in the face as Steve and her father was waving his hand urging her to continue with whatever she had planned with the two grinning men next to him. I glanced back as I let the woman of my dreams pull me away from the group and rolled my eyes as Sam, Eddie and Thor let out whoops. I turned back and let her pull me into a private room, I tilted my head as she pushed me down on the soft chair that stood in the corner of the room. She walked over to the other corner, fiddling with something and soon music filled the room. I leaned back spreading my legs as I let my eyes follow her movements. She slowly walked to a small platform with a pole that I had barely noticed was there and slowly spun around it. I tilted my head with a smirk playing on my lips as she slowly unbuttoned the jacket letting it fall as she continued to dance.
"Since when do you know how to pole dance, Doll?" I asked as I took in her expert moves. She let out a giggle as she took off the bra she was wearing with a practiced ease.
"Remember when I told you I took up dance lessons instead of going to those self defense classes my dad wanted me to go to? That may or may not have been a erotic dance class," she shrugged and slowly fell to her knees, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"May or may not?" I said with a small shake of my head as I watched her crawl towards me. As she kneeled in front of me I gripped her chin tilting her head upwards.
"It was, and it was really fun," she grinned and leaned her head against my thigh. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment before she gently nuzzled the hand that was still on her face. Her lips parted as she placed a soft kiss on my pulse point and a gasp escaped me as I felt my pants tighten. She grinned and started to stroke me through my jeans firmly, her eyes never leaving mine. my head fell back against the chair as I felt her pull down my zipper and released my member from its tight prison. A soft grunt sounded in the room as her tongue barely touched the tip, licking the oozing precum before wrapping her lips around me. I managed to sit upright and stared down at my girl as she gazed up at me, wicked glint in her eyes. My hand went to the back of her head as I started to control her pace, moans and drool escaping her mouth as she worked. She hollowed her cheeks and almost managed to take all of me into her mouth, my tip hitting the back of her throat. I sucked in a deep breath as she kept me there, tongue massaging me and the pressure was almost unbearable. With a few more careful strokes I could feel myself hardening as I reached my peak of pleasure.
"Jesus, Babydoll," I grunted as I came forcefully in her mouth. I was breathing heavily as I looked down at her, watching her swallow before opening her mouth and poking out her tongue.
"Good Girl," I chuckled and grabbed her hands that were resting on my thighs, pulling her into my lap and kissing her forcefully. I could taste myself on her lips as I gently coaxed her lips apart to allow my tongue access to her mouth. She pulled away and stroked my hair before speaking.
"So, how do you like your Bachelor party," I chuckled and shook my head at her smiling face. She kissed me softly before pulling away and walking over to a duffle bag I hadn't noticed earlier. I tucked myself back into my pants as I watched her pull on one of my henleys and a pair of sweatpants she glanced over at me and winked.
"What? Like I would walk out of here wearing that," she shrugged and put her hair into a bun. I stood and pulled her in for another kiss.
"Like I would let you walk out of here looking like that Doll," she swatted me in the chest before taking my hand and pulling me back into the club. The others were right where we left them and I laughed as I watched an uncomfortable Steve put a dollar bill into a girl's cleavage, edged on by Eddie and Sam.
"I'll see you at home, Baby. Have fun," Lizzie smiled, kissed my cheek and left with a wave. I followed her with my eyes as she walked out of the club, desperately wanting to follow her and continue what we started in the back room but the hollers of my friends told me that my night wasn't over yet.
Lizzie, Saturday. Week before the Wedding. Day of the Bachelorette Party.
I sighed softly as I sipped my Mimosa watching the lady expertly massage my feet, skilfully avoiding my freshly painted nails. My eyes met Nat who was across from me and was speaking softly to Pepper who was sitting on her left, Wanda and Pietro next to me.
"I love you guys, this is perfect," I said with a smile, raising my glass, toasting the room. The others smiled and Pepper spoke;
"You deserve this and so much more, Sweetheart. I can't believe you're getting married," her eyes shone with happiness and unshed tears.
"Don't you dare cry, Pep, then you'll get me started," I giggled and fanned my face with my hand dramatically.
"So, what's the plan after this?" I asked, curiously. I hadn't managed to get anything out of them, not even Wanda who usually caved. Nat sipped her drink before grinning.
"We have another hour here, massages and the likes, then we booked a salon to do hair and makeup, after that we have a dinner reservation at your favorite restaurant. You'll need something other than liquids because you'll be asleep before we've even gotten started," I gasped and pointed an accusing finger at her.
"Hey I'm not some lightweight," she rolled her eyes as she continued like I hadn't even interrupted her.
"Then we have a show booked and after that we'll go dancing," she finished sharing a look with Wanda. I nodded, sipping my drink as I relaxed back into the chair.
"So, what time did Bucky get home last night? Your father only arrived at 2 am," Pepper said and I could hear her eyes roll even if I had my eyes closed. I smirked and answered;
"He stumbled in at the same time," I giggled as I remembered my poor fiance, face planting on the bedroom floor, thanks to a pair of my shoes.
"I'm sorry, he stumbled? I thought the serum worked so he couldn't get drunk," Wanda said furrowing her brows.
"Oh they can't but I hear the God of Thunder came prepared," Nat chortled from her chair, sipping her own drink. I winked at her and turned my head towards Wanda.
"Normally they can't, but thanks to Thor's Asgardian Brew they managed. The man was plastered and took a dive to the floor. Waking me up in the process," I shook my head as the others laughed.
"Well, it wasn't his fault entirely, an equally and if not more, drunk Cap was whisper-shouting at him from the living room so that might actually have been what woke me," I continued thoughtfully.
"Hold up, so you had not one but two drunk Super Soldiers to look after, Jesus Lizzie. How did you even manage to be here on time?" Pietro was trying really hard not to laugh but the others weren't even trying to hide their amusement. I snorted into my glass before I answered;
"Oh, I let them fend for themselves. I left them sleeping this morning," The others laughed and conversation flowed easily and before I knew it we were moving to our next location.
After dinner we went to several different clubs until we reached Castiel, this newly opened show club that I had wanted to go to since I heard about it. At some point Wanda had slapped a veil and a Bride to Be sash on me and we breezed past the line. The large room was all bright lights, smoke and pumping music.
"This is amazing," Pietro called as he zig-zagged his way to the bar. My eyes were trying to take everything in from the decor to the dancers up on podiums spread out in the room. They were dressed like firefighters, as that was the theme for the night. My eyes met Nat's and I let out a laugh as she dragged me onto the middle of the dancefloor. Many shots and sweaty hours later we had all managed to get up on one of the platforms and were basically grinding on the dancers.
"Shot break!" Nat called and jumped down to find us some drinks. She moved with a speed and grace that should have been near impossible after the number of drinks she had downed. I looked at Wanda who had half the club entranced with her moves and let Pietro help me down.
"Hold on now, what's the rush," I looked up at the dancer I had been dancing with and gave a little wave but before we even made it two steps away a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned and raised an eyebrow at the sweaty shirtless man dressed in fake fireman gear.
"Yes?" I asked, waiting to see what he wanted. I saw Pietro cross his arms and take a wide legged stance as he stared at the man in front of me. The man in question was tall and blonde, not at all my type.
"I was just wondering what made you hurry away, pretty," he smiled and raised his hand as if to touch me, I stepped back avoiding his hand and his left eyebrow twitched.
"I'm sorry, but is the sash and the veil invisible to you? I thought it was obvious that I was her on my Bachelorette," he opened his mouth but I stepped a little closer and continued before he could get a sound out.
"And I was just dancing up there with you and my friends, because that is your job," I raised my eyebrows and he just shrugged. A smarmy grin spread across his lips as he leaned in and I could smell the vodka on his breath.
"Well, little lady. Many brides want to have one last bit of fun before they-," he let out a woosh of air as a large hand pushed him back. Startled, I looked to my left and watched a scowling Bucky take a protective step in front of me. The blonde coughed and straightened up.
"What the fuck man, what's your problem?" he shouted and if people weren't looking before, they were now. I looked behind me and saw Steve and Sam push their way through and stand behind us.
"My problem? I think you're the one with problems, trying to pick up girls who are clearly not available," he growled out taking a step closer and I took a hold of his arm.
"Buck," Steve warned quietly from behind us but the clench in Bucky's jaw showed that he heard.
"I'm sorry, but what's any of this got to do with you, she wanted it," he waved towards me. I let out a disgruntled sound and tried to step out from behind Bucky but now it was his turn to grab ahold of me.
"I did no such thing!" I yelled and tried to get past the vibranium arm holding me at bay. The man smirked but it was quickly wiped off once his eyes fell on the arm holding me.
"Oh, it's got everything to do with me, Pal. She's my girl," Bucky growled and the man in front of us paled as he realized who he was talking to. He started stuttering but a warm hand on my shoulder shifted my attention elsewhere.
"He's not worth it Robo-Cop," Sam said and Bucky finally looked away from the still spluttering man. He looked at me then back at Sam and Steve before making up his mind. In one swift motion he bent down, grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I let out a surprised squeak and pulled at my short dress, having no desire to flash the entire club.
"We're done here, Doll," he grunted and started walking towards the exit. I watched as Nat marched up to the still flustered dancer and dumped her entire Long Island Ice Tea on his head. I let out a giggle but then started squirming.
"Bucky! Let me down, come on, I'm wearing a dress," I struggled to make myself heard but I knew he could hear me.
"Not a chance, Babydoll," I could hear that he was grinning. I sighed and waved at our friends.
"Bye Little Stark," Sam called and I flipped him off.
"Bucky, put her down!" Steve yelled at the same time as Nat called;
"Have fun, Babe!" Bucky waved and yelled back;
"Not happening, bye guys," before slapping my ass.
"Would you stay still so I don't drop you," he grunted but I knew he wasn't even a little bit annoyed at me. I smirked and stopped squirming, accepting my predicament.
"Yes, Daddy,". That earned me another smack and a dark chuckle.