Bucky woke to feather kisses along his jaw and neck.

Startled, he opened his eyes to see a dark-haired, green-eyed woman in a nightshirt hovering over him.

"Remember who I am, soldier?" she huskily asked, lifting her eyes to his.

He thought hard.

I'm in Stark Tower, he thought as he glanced around the room.

I'm an Avenger, he also acknowledged to himself.

She is …

Kissing her way down his bare chest.

The woman fingered the waistband of his sleep pants before straddling him, brushing her panty-clad core against him.

A moan escaped his lips.

He laid his hands on her hips as she sat on him, peering at him with a gentle smile.

He reached up with his cybernetic arm to touch her face and spotted a ring specially fitted on his left hand.

He was married.

Bucky searched her face and flashed back to the first time he met her.

She had been working at the VA in the same center as Sam. Steve had encouraged Bucky to visit the center with him, and desperate to find some semblance of peace, Bucky had agreed.

She had been so kind, and she hadn't looked him like he was a freak. She didn't try to push him into talking about his past. In fact, she'd done the opposite. She had encouraged him to look to the future and figure out what he wanted in life.

Seeing that his friend wouldn't make the first step, Steve had casually invited her along with Sam to a movie night at Stark Tower. That transpired into another invite for a game night. One thing led to another and before long she was having dinner dates with Steve, Bucky, and Sharon.

By then Bucky was going to the center on his own and during her breaks they were walking the grounds or getting coffee together.

Most evenings she was spending time with Bucky. Holding hands transformed into kissing and soon dry humping sessions.

She had told him as much as she cared for him, she wasn't going to sleep with him. She had vowed as a teen that she was saving that privilege for her husband.

Steve had urged Bucky to propose.

Bucky hesitated because no matter how one sliced it, he was still the Winter Soldier. What woman would want to be saddled with him and the risks that followed him? Steve had reminded him that she had repeatedly told him his past was his past, and his past would stay there, in the past.

They had wed in a small ceremony at her church surrounded by the Avengers as witnesses.

"Anna," he gravelly whispered, pulling her down so he could kiss her. She willingly complied and slanted her mouth over his.

Bucky soon flipped her over onto her back, settling against her, effectively trapping her underneath him.

Anna looked up at him with complete trust and adoration. They had been married less than a month and she reveled in it.

She ran a hand through his hair.

He had told her he would cut it short like Steve's if that's what she wanted. She had told him she liked it as it was; she offered to trim the split ends and keep it at the length it was when she met him.

Bucky rocked against her, bringing her back to the present, and reached for the hem of her nightshirt. She helped him remove it.

He palmed her breasts with his flesh and bone hand before skimming her neck and resting it by her ear. He leaned down to nip and nuzzle her jaw, his chest brushing hers.

Anna hummed and arched into him, her fingernails lightly pressing into his shoulder blades.

He made quick work of her panties and she helped him get rid of his sleep pants.

The moment he slid home, Bucky knew he was.