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Tony is lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy red thong. He looks shocked as he sees the gun in Bucky’s hand. “Babe. Are you ok? Why do you have a gun?”
The Soldier grunts and raises the gun to point at Tony, who raises his hands. “Bucky. What’s going on?”
Screaming internally, Bucky pushes forward and crushes the gun with his metal hand. Tony reaches for his watch gauntlet. A bullet just misses his hand and shatters the watch.
Bucky uses his left hand to aim the gun in his right away from Tony. The bullets bounce of the window and onto the floor. Out come the knives. Three are lodged in the headboard where Tony had been. Another in the flooring. The last is at Tony’s throat.
Bucky is doing his best to hold back the Soldier. Tony looks into his eyes, and Bucky could’ve cried. “Listen. I’m not going to fight you. I can’t hurt you. I know you’re not my husband right now. You’re under the control of someone evil, and it’s not your fault. Jamie, look at me. I forgive you.”
That… that was the last straw. Bucky screams, breaking free of the programming. “Tony, Tony. I am so sorry. I almost killed you!” He drops the knife to the ground.
“Hey it’s ok. You didn’t kill me. Look, I’m fine. No marks at all.” Bucky looks down at his husband’s mostly naked body.
Tony laughs ironically. “Hah. I was going to give you a surprise when you got back. I guess we both surprised each other.”
“How-why are you not backing away from me? You should never want to see me again.”
“Nah. I’ve had weirder assassination attempts. I’m pretty much used to them now. How are you doing, honey?”
“You called me ‘Jamie,’” Bucky whispers, staring off at nothing. “I was going to kill you and you called me ‘Jamie.’”
“Of course. You know what it means.”
“Tones. I love you, too, but that was the stupidest thing you could’ve done.” Bucky groans. “What if I killed you?”
“Jamie, darling, I gave myself up because I knew you’d never allow yourself, mind-controlled or not, to kill me. I could see you fighting as soon as you walked in that door.” Tony runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair.
Bucky chokes back a sob. “You almost died! By my hand!”
“Honey. Let’s go lie down. Let me put some sweatpants on, and we can cuddle. Does that sound good, hmm?”
“Yes please. Can you keep touching me? I can’t…” Tony keeps one hand in Bucky’s hair as he pulls on his pants.
After a nap of Bucky clinging tightly to Tony, he wakes up a better-adjusted man. “Thank you for saving me.” He tells Tony. “I can’t believe they made me a hitman to kill my own husband. How messed up is that?”
“They weren’t very smart. I’ll have to talk with Shuri to get the rest of these triggers out of your head. You’ll be free in no time. Everything’s going to be ok. I love you Jamie.”
“Bit redundant, but I’ll take it.” Bucky smiles and leans in for a kiss.
~Fin