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Wakanda and Mary

"Shuri, you're beautiful and a genius." He says, hugging the younger woman. She laughs and hugs him back, then shoos him out of her lab, going to get everything ready for him. Bucky chuckles, and climbs out of the lab, heading for the quarters that they'd been given upon their arrival in Wakanda.

Ramonda had immediately taken to the young woman that the men had brought with them. She'd spent a great deal of time talking to her. And not so subtlely hinting that T'Challah and Nakia needed to stop pussyfooting around and marry.

Bucky pushes his hand through his hair, nodding to several of the guards, that line the halls. T'Challah must be in council, since they're congregated around there.

Sighing, he steps into his rooms and sees Mary standing by the windows, looking out over the city below. Walking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her, feeling freer than he has in a long while, and wanting her to share in that freedom.

He drops a kiss on her cheek. "What do you think?" He asks, quietly.

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Mary hears the door open and a quick glance over her shoulder tells her that it's Bucky. His mood has cheered ever since they landed in Wakanda and that makes her incredibly happy. She puts a hand over his where it sits around her waist.

"Of the country?" she asks. "I think it's quite beautiful."

She had never visited Africa back in her time, despite the fact that it was a popular holiday destination because her country had many colonies on the continent. Modern African is very different from what she might have expected, particularly this country which was untouched by European colonizers.

Mary too had taken to Ramonda, who reminded her a bit of her grandmother, a woman who was unafraid to say what she thought. Age and wisdom seemed to give a woman that right.

All in all, she thought their welcome in Wakanda was very warm. She had stayed for part of the very scientific consultation about Bucky's condition, until it started to get a bit over her head. Then Ramonda had thankfully whisked her away for tea and a tour of the palace. She'd been back in Bucky's room for about 15 minutes before he showed up.

"How did the consultation go?" she asks.

He rests his chin on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. He kisses her cheek and hugs her tight. "You should have T'Challah or Ramonda take you out to meet the rhinos." He loves the rhinos. He thinks they're hilariously gentle, even if he respects their strength.

He takes a deep breath. "Shuri thinks she can fix the programming." He says, softly. "It's going to require some... unusual things, but she thinks she can." And he trusts her. That's the important part.

He kisses Mary's cheek again and lets her go, walking over to a small fridge disguised as a dresser. "Want a water?"

"To meet the rhinos?" Mary questions with a raised eyebrow. Meeting rhinos doesn't sound particularly safe, but maybe the Wakandans know something she doesn't.

She nods and takes the bottle of water from Bucky, then goes to sit on the edge of the bed. "What sort of unusual things? Reprogramming somebody's mind cannot be as simply as reprogramming a machine, can it?" That's what has Mary worried the most, that something will go wrong and Bucky will be even worse off than he was before they came here.

He chuckles. "They have domesticated rhinos on the borders." He says, grinning. "Feed one an apple, they're like giant cows." He says.

"It isn't." He says, seriously, crouching in front of her. "But Shuri knows what she's doing. I'll have to be unconscious for part of it, but she's run simulations, and done the calculations." He shrugs. "I trust her more than I do Tony when it comes to this." He admits. After all, Tony didn't have a good idea about this, and Natasha kept saying 'hit him in the head' because it had worked on Clint.

"How incredible," she says. Now that she does want to see. There will be plenty of time for it though.

Mary looks down at the water bottle in her hands, absently twisting the cap. "There will be a doctor with you, won't there?"

She doesn't want anything to go wrong. Hopefully, if the procedure doesn't work, he'll be able to be brought back safely. Mary feels like she doesn't have a lot of control over what's happening, and it makes her nervous.

He sighs and gently pulls her into his arms. He drops a kiss on her hair. "Well, Steve will be there, along with Sam and Natasha." He says, softly. "And Shuri is a doctor. I think." He's not real sure, but she's probably got a few degrees, considering how brilliant she is.

"But don't worry. I'll be fine." He whispers to her. "Do you want to go see the rhinos or stay in?"

"I mean a medical doctor, Bucky. One to make sure that you're alright during the procedure." She sighs and relaxes in his arms, putting one of her hands on top of his. "I... don't want anything to happen to you. I couldn't bear it."

While she's friends with people like Steve and Sam, they aren't Bucky. He's the one that she wants to be with most, the one that she loves. He gives her some hope that she might actually have a life here in this time. Losing him would devastate her.

"I'm a bit tired," she says. "The tour today was rather extensive. Let's stay in for now. I have something I want to show you anyway." A coy little smile forms on her lips. Thinking about physical activity with him was much preferable to thinking about him potentially dying.

He turns her to face him. "There's not many of those that I trust." He admits. "Shuri is a fantastic scientist though. She won't allow anything to happen to me." He's had it with so-called 'doctors'. To trust a scientist, even one as adorable as Shuri is a huge step for him.

He cocks his head to the side and drops a kiss on her head, before heading to the door. He talks to Steve briefly and then comes back to Mary. He pulls her into his arms again.

"Sam's offered to take you out to see the rhinos tomorrow, while I go under." He says softly. "I'll be out a few hours, so it might be better if you have something to do."

"How old is Shuri?" Mary asks, her tone a bit skeptical. The woman did seem bright, but also incredibly young. This is Bucky's life they're talking about. It would devastate her if he were to lose it.

When Bucky comes back, she leans against his chest. Perhaps he's right and she ought to keep herself occupied. "I don't know," she replies. "The whole time I'll be thinking of you."

He frowns, thinking. "Shuri is... sixteen? Seventeen? I don't think she's eighteen yet." He shrugs a little. "Why?" He asks, looking down at her.

He kisses her hair again. "I know, but maybe Okoye can take you for a flight or something. She won't be needed because T'Challa will be with me."

Her eyes widen slightly. "You don't think that's incredibly young for someone whom you're trusting your life to?" She sighs. "I know that you want to get better. I want you to get better too. But... I don't want to lose you. I worry that you're going into this half-cocked because you really don't care if you live or die."

Mary bites her lips to keep from choking up, though eyes do well with tears. "I'm sure it's awful to live as you do, and I probably have no idea what it's like, but... I would feel lost if you died during this, Bucky."

It's not that she doesn't want him to try whatever procedure Shuri has planned. She just wants him to be safe during it.

Bucky shakes his head. "She's brilliant, Mary. Certified genius." He smiles crookedly. "As smart as if not smarter than Tony." So, he trusts her a lot. More than he trusts Tony about this, anyway.

He tucks hair behind her ear. "I'm not going to die." He whispers. "She knows what she's doing, and she's my only shot." He explains.

He turns her in his arms and kisses her slowly. "I will be fine. Just find yourself something to do for a couple hours and then I'll be back."

Mary cuddled up against him, not wanting to let him see her cry. It was silly, really. He'd seen her cry before, and he never judged her for it, but she hated appearing weak. Ever since arriving in this century, she'd had to be strong.

It probably wasn't difficult for Bucky to tell that she was crying anyway, between the little sobs and the way she shook gently. Once it was out though, she wiped her reddened eyes and looked up at him. "I'd like to take a bath if you'd like to join me."

She's crying again, and it's his fault. He knows that. He cradles her to him, petting her hair. "It's going to be okay." He whispers, kissing the top of her head.

"A bath?" He asks. He's much more a shower person. But, he'll go hang out in the bath with her, if that will make her feel better.

He leans down and kisses her slowly, his tongue exploring her mouth. His fingers skim up her arms. He starts undoing her buttons. "I'll take a bath with you." He whispers against her mouth.

Mary smiles against his mouth before kissing him again. "That didn't take me very long to convince you," she murmurs while he starts to unbutton her blouse. She runs her fingers over his chest while she waits for him to finish undoing her shirt. Once it's off, she reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head.

"Can this get wet?" she asks, fingers grazing over his metal arm.

He chuckles, softly. "It can. It doesn't rust, Mary." He explains gently. He's not sure all the metals that went into it, but vibranium figured into it, and that never rusted. Just look at Steve's former shield.

His shirt comes off, and once again, his scars are just out there for her to see. He hates them, hates what they represent.

He tucks hair behind her ear with silver fingers. "Come on." He says gently drawing her toward the bathroom.

Mary doesn't know what all is in his metal arm. There could be wires, electricity, something that couldn't get wet. She's glad that it seems alright though.

Taking his hand, Mary lets him lead her to the bathroom. Fitting the palace, it's grand and lovely, filled with marble and glass. She slides her blouse off of her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. While she works on the fastener to her skirt, her eyes land on the scar tissue on his arm. She wonders if he will finally let her touch his scars, to kiss them like she longs to do, if only to let him know that her feelings for him are unconditional. The scars don't bother her.

He starts the bath, turning on the warm water. Steam starts rising from the water as he stops up the water.

He strips out of his pants and steps into the water. The bath is definitely big enough for two of them. He settles into the bath and holds out his flesh hand for her.

He doesn't want her to mention his scars. There are some things he cannot share with her. His scars are one thing that he can't discuss with anyone. Steve knows, but they've never spoken about it at all.

She gazes at his shoulder but doesn’t say anything as she takes his hand and steps into the tub. Mary straddles his lap on top of him, facing him, so that she can kiss him and he can hold her. The warm water feels incredible on her body and she sighs in content.

After wrapping her arms around Bucky’s neck, she gives him a little kiss on the mouth before smoothing the fingers of one hand down over his chest.

“Do you know how handsome I find you?” She asks, a warm smile on her face.

He doesn't understand what she sees in him. Not the him he is now, the one she knows. Maybe, back in the 1940s. Then, he would have been someone that should have taken her out now and again. But here? Now? No, he's still a monster, still a killer, all it takes is a few Russian words - seventeen - and he's done.

She kisses him, and his lips twitch, just a little. He's not in a very good place, not yet. But soon.

For her, though, he smiles. For her, he wraps his arms around her warm waist and leans in to kiss her neck.

He settles deeper into the water. "You're the beautiful one here." He says, tucking hair behind her ear.

He's still handsome, isn't he? The scars on his arm don't bother her at all.

Bucky is gentle with her, so long as the Winter Soldier stays buried. Ever since arriving in this century, her world has been a small place. She feels comfortable with Steve and Bucky and Sam, but Bucky was always the one she ended up spending time with. He was the least busy out of the three of them, so often they were together. Her love for him grew from there. No one is perfect and she can accept that. Mary just wants him well again, so that they might be able to have a full life together.

She can tell that he's sad and hopes that she hasn't done anything to make him feel that way. He seemed so hopeful when he'd walked into the bedroom earlier.

"I don't date ugly men," she says, wet fingers running through his hair before reaching down to cup some water and pour it on his back.

He chuckles. "Not ugly, huh?" He teases. He brings her closer to him and kisses her softly. She's too beautiful to be with a man like him.

He's comfortable here in the water with her. He just wants to settle in and rest, until Shuri calls for him.

Bucky is always gentle with people, even Steve. He can't help it. He's been so violent recently, so dangerous, that he wants to erase the few memories he has and replace them with gentleness.

"Very much the opposite of ugly," she confirms, kissing his nose and then his lips. She runs her wet fingers over his cheekbones. He's incredibly good-looking, albeit scruffy at times. He's not the typical man she might have fallen for back home, but things are different here.

"Would you like me to wash your hair?" she asks, one eyebrow raised. Mary offering to do this is something rare indeed. She's not one to do something that might normally be considered a servant's job, but this is Bucky. He's different. Special.

He smiles, reaching up to kiss her. Yes, he is scruffy. He likes his scruff. The one time he shaved it off, he didn't recognize himself in the mirror and it had scared him.

He gently brushes her hair back. "If you want." He murmurs, wanting to just hold her, and relax for a little while.

Shuri knows what she's doing. He knows this. He'll be better once she fixes his head, and he won't be a danger to Mary any more.

Mary scoffs playfully. "Well, if you can't fully appreciate it, Mr. Barnes, then maybe I shouldn't waste my time." She's teasing, of course, though the bath is relaxing enough without having to actually clean each other. She'd be just as happy to run her fingers all over his skin and kiss his lips and his neck.

That's exactly what she does, touching each of the muscles in his chest as her hands move lower. "I'm sure there's a much better way that we can spend our time anyway," she murmurs suggestively.

He raises his eyebrows at her. "I appreciate your hands on me." He assures Mary, pulling her in for a kiss.

As for what she's suggesting, well...

He trails his flesh hand down her back, cupping her ass in his large palm. He squeezes gently, wanting her to respond to him, just as his body is starting to respond to her.

"Really?" He says, teasing his mouth along her throat. "Do tell me, m'Lady."

A woman's responses are always more subtle than a man's, but Bucky will notice that her breathing has quickened, as has her heartbeat. Her nipples are taut against his chest as she thinks about what she'd like to do with him.

"I want to ride you, right here, like this," she says, her voice breathless. "I want to take you deep inside me.. want you to make me cry out for you.."

Her hand moves lower over his stomach, as she slides back, allowing herself to reach between them and find his hardening cock.

He leans forward and kisses her, his hips rising against her hand. Yes, his body is more than eager to have her do that.

He runs his flesh hand down her thigh, but then, he takes his hands off of her. "There are condoms in my bag next to the bed." He whispers, nuzzling his nose against her throat.

"Go get one, and I'll make you come so hard, I'll have to carry you to the bed." He promises her.

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As much as she hates the idea of having to move off of his lap, his words make her tremble a bit with anticipation. She had been ready to precede without protection, deciding to chance it. Thank God at least Bucky has some self-control.

Mary very reluctantly pulls herself away from him, giving him one last kiss before climbing off of his lap and out of the tub. As she moves into the bedroom, she sways her hips suggestively, throwing a look at him over her shoulder. She returns a moment later with the small square packet, which she hands to him before getting back into the tub.

Mary gives him room to open it and put the condom on, though in the meantime her hands are all over his skin - his thighs, the muscles in his chest.

He watches her leave, out of slitted eyes. The look over her shoulder is met with a smouldering look up and down her. Then, she comes back and he strokes his cock into full hardness, then slides on the condom.

He catches her wrists in his hands. He drops a kiss on her palms, pulling her arms up around his neck. He smiles crookedly. "Leave your hands there." He tells her. Gently, he pulls her up to her knees and buries his face in her breasts.

One hand cups her ass, squeezing softly. His other hand trails down her stomach, then through her pubic hair. His thumb brushes her clit, once, before moving on.

She has to admit, watching him touch himself lights her up in a way that she never thought it would. It's fascinating, and she can't turn away until he takes her hands.

Mary does as he asks and leans her head back as he puts his down on her chest. His teasing fingers send a shiver through her body. It's his metal hand that's on her ass and the flesh ones that move between her legs, but at this point she might not protest if it were reversed. She loves every part of him, and even the metal fingers feel good on her skin, because they belong to him.

She fights the temptation to run her fingers through his hair and suffices with just brushing at the tips of it. Instead, she leans down and kisses the top of his head, trying to anticipate where his hand is going next.

Someday, someday, he'll tease her with the warm metal of his hand. Today is not that day. He wants to send her cascading through orgasms before he ever enters her.

His fingers slip backward, brushing over her clit, then one slowly eases into her. But only for a moment. He wants her to feel it, but also to want more of it. He gently drops kisses on her chest, listening to the quickening of her heartbeat.

There’s a moan that escapes her throat, muffled by his hair, as his finger slides over her clit and then slowly into her. He pulls it out quickly though, and the noise this time is a small grunt of frustration. Mary sighs, moving her hips against his hand, silently begging for more. “Mmm, James...” Sometimes it’s James and sometimes it’s Bucky. It just depends on her mood. “Please?” She asks sweetly, feeling like she’s going to burst if she can’t have at least his fingers inside of her.

He smiles against her chest. Dipping his head slightly, he pulls a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. He brushes his tongue against the sensitive nub.

Between her legs, his finger circles her clit, not touching, not entering her. He wants her to want and she's not there yet. For now, he can tease her. Eventually, he has a plan that he's going to execute, hoping she'll enjoy it more than she's enjoying things now.

He wants her body to take control of her sensibilities, and turn her wanton, just this once.

She huffs a little, feeling both her need and her frustration grow. Why is he teasing her? She already asked for what she wanted. Her fingers move up and twist in his hair, tugging lightly.

"Bucky." Her tone is a bit more serious now. He continues the light strokes with his tongue and finger and Mary angles her hips against his hand, trying to feel more of what she wants from him.

He likes to be a tease. He knows that she's getting frustrated, but it'll be all the sweeter when he lets her have what she wants.

He raises his head and leans up to kiss her slowly. His metal hand begins to stroke up and down her spine gently. But one flesh finger presses against her clit, while another one sneaks into her slowly. He doesn't want her wholly frustrated.

"Stop teasing," she whispers against his mouth. By now she could feel herself starting to lose control, to give in to her overwhelming need for him. Her hips rocked more forcefully against his hand, effectively pushing his finger in and out of her while another one toys with her clit. It isn't nearly enough, but it will do for now.

His metal fingers on her spine make her shiver and she moans before pressing her mouth back to his.

"No." He's not going to stop teasing. He watches her move her hips and leans down to kiss her breast again. He wants her wild and unable to contain it before he gives in.

Metal fingers tangle in her hair and bring her head down. He teases his mouth against hers, his tongue darting out just enough for the tip to brush against her lip before retreating again.

Mary grunts in frustration, trying to figure out what he's after. Does he have a plan or does he want her to take control?

In response, she does something that she normally doesn't do in front him - hasn't really done in front of any man. She reaches down and grabs his hand, holding it still for a moment. Panting gently against his mouth, Mary takes two of his fingers and places them at her entrance, then slides her own fingers up over her clit. She parts her legs further, making it easier for Bucky to push his fingers into her. Rocking her hips against him, she tries to fill herself with his fingers while she strokes at her clit.

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Wakanda and Mary

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So I am TEH WORST because Spring Break ate me.

ha, mine is the week after next. it can't get here fast enough.

And then there were Midterms...

yuckkkk

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Papers are done, only one final next week, I'm back bb.

Yay!!

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