Bucky's flesh hand cards through Irish's hair as they kiss, unbuttoning Irish's shirt slowly.

"Ian..."

After all they've learned today, all they've done... they both need this, to know they're real and with each other.

Bucky gives a little noise when he's picked up, like he weighs nothing, muscles, arm, and all. He kisses Irish slowly as they make their way through the house, kicking his boots off.

The scent of his husband is enough to flood his senses with memories of want and lust, hand gripping Irish's hip, chest heaving once.

"Make me yours again-"

"Ian-" the name slips from his lips, gasping softly as Ian's lips land on his hot skin, eyes lidded with pleasure.

He's missed this; it's felt like too long.

Soft and sweet at first, boiling the edge of heated want and lust, Bucky keeps it just under the surface for now, tongue searching Ian's mouth, lips nibbling on his own.

He cups Irish's jaw and leans in, kissing it, and then his lips, turning his head to him to do so.

It was a lucky thing, a chance meeting, a happenstance, a matter of serendipity. His being in /this/ dimension, staying at /that/ hotel?

Ian is not the reason for his being split into three. HYDRA had done a number on him long before, but all that happened after made it much worse.
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Ever since he met Irish, again, everything had been a whirlwind of easy emotions and unsettling fears. Nothing bad, just... familiar.

At least now he knew why.

He noses against his husband's neck, taking a deep breath.

He says nothing else; he squeezes Irish in his arms.

Bucky hugs Irish tightly, burying his head in his neck. He's so happy they found each other.

"I love you. You're amazing."

Bucky had no idea. But he's happy to see his goats so well taken care of.

"Its great. Thank you, for this."

"What's all this?" Bucky sets The Rains down and they go trotting off, bleating as they go, which makes Bucky shake his head.

Bucky scoops the goats up easily in his arms, and holds them, shifting his watch to Irish.

"Push?"

Bucky's eyes sparkle at his husband's corniness, and kisses him again.

"I can be more devine for you st home. Let's get these bad boys and hop home?"

Bucky wants to give Irish all his attention in private.

Bucky glares comedically at the goats, but then his blue eyes are back on Irish.

"I love you, Ian. You're my heart."

Yeah! I'll ask Irish.

Been...good. Really good.

Get your situation sorted out?

Hey. McCoy told me. If you need anything, we're all here for you.

Getting memories back can be a lot.

As the goat bleat in the background, Bucky kisses his husband back, soft and slow, flesh fingers coming to rest on his jaw.

"You were. You /are/." Bucky wraps Irish in an embrace, all but conforming to his body.

"You are my everything,Ian."

He wasn't.

He still worries about the day something sets Charlie off.

And he's definitely not the same as he was then.

However, he refuses to lose Irish.

"Don't be. None of this was your fault."

"You were untrained." Bucky holds Irish tighter, wishing he had been able to do more then, but under Hydra's control, he had no way to do it.

"You loved us, for some reason."

Bucky holds him, wishing he didnt, but he has some memories now. Charlie holds most of The Soldier's memories these days, tucked away.

"Not all of them. What do you remember?" He soothes hands through Irish's hair.

"Baby... Ian. Its okay. Its okay. I was never getting out alive, we knew that."

similar to so many.

"Shh..." Bucky whispers, all too aware of the feeling those kinds of memories could bring up, like a flash of hot lightning strikes wet, bare skin.

"I'm here." He drops to his knees with Ian, arms around him. He doesn't recall this memory, of course, but he knows it.

Hydra has done something-

I like to think I grew into myself.