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Bucky paced the venue four times over to make sure everyone was setting everything u perfectly for his dear little sister. Tomorrow was her day and he was going to have it be anything less than perfect she deserved it. Bucky smiled to himself through all the nerves, Becca was getting married and he couldn’t believe it. His baby sister was all grown up and found an amazing man that loved her. Bucky had met Sam more than a handful of times and each time he proved to Bucky more that he was perfect for his baby sister. He was smart funny, loyal, and most importantly treated Becca and her son the way they should be treated. Sam treated Jamie no differently than a father should treat their child by blood. He loved the kid and Jamie loved Sam. So much so that he had taken to calling Sam, Dad and it warmed his heart. Bucky had been there the first time Jamie slipped up and called Sam that, he thought he was going to cry when he saw the grin that spread across Sam’s face. Jamie apologized immediately but all Sam did was fall to his knees and hug the boy to reassure him that it was fine and he was happy to be called that. So yeah Bucky loved Sam for his little sister, no matter how annoying the other man could be on occasion.
Becca had become pregnant at fifteen and when she had told their parents they kicked out almost instantly. Then she went to tell the father and his parents who treated her no better. Bucky had taken her in as soon as he was told and cared for her. After he moved her in, he found a second job and worked white going to school and doing his best to help care for his sweet sister. They had always been close but after that, they were nearly inseparable. Bucky made sure she was able to continue to go to school and even college because she deserved it. She was a smart girl who made one bad choice and had to watch her life crumble down around her though now neither of them would change a thing, no matter how hard it made their lives temporarily. Jamie was Bucky’s best bud.
Today was the rehearsal and Bucky was nervous as he could be. Becca had asked him to be her maid of honor, man of honor, brother of…really neither of them knew what to call it, but at the time he had gladly accepted it. Becca told him he deserved it more than anyone else in her life. She had wanted Bucky to walk her down the aisle too, but Sam’s father offered and she happily took it. Bucky loved Sam’s family too, they also treated Jamie fantastically. They treated him the same as they treated their other grandchildren. So Bucky was happy to be the whatever of honor.
Everybody was bustling around and trying to get everything together for the rehearsal, which if he were honest he thought was stupid anyway. Seriously all he had to do was walk up the aisle with the guy or girl or person that Sam had picked to be his number one. Then rinse and repeat until the bride came down. Even as nervous as he was Bucky smiled to himself, if Sam didn’t cry when he saw Becca, Bucky sure was going to and he knew what her dress looked like already. Perks of being the gay brother/maid or whatever of honor. He got to go dress shopping with her and all her friends and tell her what looked best on her. The way her face lit up when she slipped on the dress. It hugged her perfectly and were already bright blues eyes shinned even brighter. Thinking about it if Sam didn’t cry, he would beat his ass until he did.
Bucky walked down the hall of the large home they had rented for the venue, just needing to take a breath away from people and all the noise going on around him. He was nervous for Becca and hoped everything would play out exactly perfectly and Bucky had taken every step to make sure that’s how it would go. Which included hiring a security team to turn away anyone who even remotely resembled their parents, aunts, uncles, or cousins. The only exception being their dad’s parents. Bucky was close to losing the roof over their head when he finally reached out to them in hopes for help. They didn’t think twice before they sent Bucky and Becca money to help them out. It had caused a huge rift in the family and it made his grandparents go no contact with most of the family because as it turns out everyone in his family were horrible people. Bucky’s parents had become enraged since Becca got engaged. They did everything they could to reach out only to say a man who would accept used goods and a bastard must be terrible in the first place. Then they found out Sam was black and even more hell broke loose, with racist comments Bucky would ever care to think of again and some he wished he could bleach out of his brain.
As Bucky walked down the hall he heard his phone buzz for the millionth time that day and saw an unknown number flash across the screen. I thought it must be a caterer telling him something had gone wrong, but when he unlocked it realized it must have been his parents or someone in the family. It was a hateful text filled with misquoted verses from the bible about not mixing uneven yolks and how it was a sin to marry someone of a different species. When Bucky read it, it took everything in him not to throw his phone against a wall and scream. Instead, he took a deep breath and blocked yet another number. Monday he was going to have to call and get his number changed for the fifth time in the past two years. Bucky wasn’t even sure how they figured out his new number or found any pictures of Becca. Nearly all of his family had been blocked by the few people on their side through everything, but somehow they kept finding new things out to torture Becca with.
The first room Bucky found he slipped into, turning to face the door as he clicked it shut and locked it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes just letting himself slump against the door for a minute.
“Fucking assholes.” Bucky punched the door, not hard enough to hurt it but just enough so he could feel the smack against his knuckles. “Why can’t they just leave us the fuck alone?” He groaned loudly. He took a few more shaky breaths, he had to keep his voice down, he didn’t want Becca to be even more stressed than she already was. He didn’t want Becca to see what her family was saying about her and he would never want Sam to see it either. Sam was a great man who deserved love and respect which was sadly something his family apparently would never give him, no matter how good of a man he is. “Why can’t they just fuckin leave us alone or fucking die? The racists pieces of fucking shit. I hate them so damn much. This is Becca’s day, fuck knows she hasn’t had many. I swear if they come near this place I will deal with them my-fucking-self.” Bucky still had his eyes clenched shut when he turned around and slid down the door in frustration. He slammed his fists against the floor a few times grateful he was on the bottom floor and could feel the concrete against his knuckles even through the carpeted floor. The slight stinging pain helped him focus his anger in some way. He slammed his head back against the door with a groan before he stood up and opened his eyes. “Fucking pieces of shit.” Bucky tossed his phone across the room not caring if it smashed to pieces.
That’s when he saw he wasn’t alone. There was a small blonde man sitting across the room, on the bed with possibly the most awkward yet concerned expression on his face.
“Shit, fuck I am so sorry.”
“I, no, weddings are stressful for us all.” The blonde rubbed the back of his head before standing up and walking over to Bucky. He extended his hand with a forced smile as he was trying to just get past what had just happened. “My name is Steve. Best man.”
“Oh hey, I’m Bucky. The maid of honor or whatever.” Bucky bit his lip and shook the blonde’s hand and stood up slowly. His hand was so soft and small. As Bucky calmed down from the worst first meeting possibly ever, he took the blonde in. He was beautiful. He came just above Bucky’s shoulder and he was thin, incredibly thin, but not unhealthy looking. He had beautiful blue eyes and a beautiful plump bottom lip. His blonde hair was golden and no doubt his natural hair. Hair like that didn’t come in a bottle. Both sides were shaved down and the hair in the middle strip of hair was semi-long and tousled.
“It is nice to meet you.” Steve smiled.
“Sorry, that was how you get to meet how you have to walk down the aisle with.” Bucky chuckled. “Talking about that, I guess now is the best time to ask you how you want to walk down the aisle.” Bucky chuckled only now realizing he still held tightly to the blonde's hand. He let go quickly. “Shit sorry. Nervous jitters.”
“It’s fine.” Steve chuckled. “Wanna sit down for a little while? Seems like you have a shit ton on your plate and you need to relax.”
“Yeah.” Bucky followed Steve over to the sitting area where he had previously been sitting.
“I know who you are you know.” Steve smiled. “Becca talks about you all the time, Sam too. Oh, and I can’t forget Jamie. He says he has the coolest strongest uncle in the whole wide world. And if I take everyone’s words about you into account I would say you are a great guy as well.”
“I’m not.” Bucky smiled.
“Oh come on I may not have been there, but Becca sings your praises all the time.” Steve rolled his eyes. “So don’t pretend you didn’t do some good.”
“Becca was fifteen when our parents threw her out on the streets, I was twenty and had some sort of income and a home I would have been horrible if I didn’t take her in.” Bucky shrugged.
“She said you didn’t even think twice. She said she called you just to cry and in ten minutes you were in the house with a few of your friends and completely stripped her room and carried her with you.” Steve smiled.
“It was probably closer to an hour.” Bucky chuckled. “Traffic and all.”
“Still you were there for her before she even had the time to ask.” Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “She said you helped her through all her options and never once made her feel bad when she wanted to keep Jamie.”
“It was her choice.” Bucky nodded. “And I can never know what it feels like to have a living thing inside of me growing. So I would never pressure anyone any kind of way.”
“You could have though.” Steve shrugged. “You could have told her that she had to do something, you made your life harder, even if only for a little while just to make sure she felt safe and loved. So you are a good guy.”
“Thanks.” Bucky smiled and bumped his shoulder against Steve’s. “I think I know who you are too by the way.”
“Sam’s best friend and partner in crime.” Bucky chuckled. “The one who fights for anyone and everyone no matter how big right?”
“Yup, that would be me.” Steve laughed. “I don’t like bullies.”
“Maybe I should have hired you to fight off all the Barnes’ and Proctors then.” Bucky looked at the blonde beside him. The gorgeous blonde beside him. “How do you feel about sexist, racist, homophobic ass hats?”
“Hate ‘em” Steve smiled. “I love Becca, Sam, and Jamie, so I will happily kick some ass for them.”
“Thanks, I have this impending feeling of doom I will need some backup at some point tomorrow.” Bucky sighed. “Steve. You have really helped me.” Bucky smiled and grabbed Steve’s hand and squeezed it. “So what made you come in here to hide?”
“Felt a bit lightheaded and wanted to check my blood sugar not around everyone, so I told Sam I was going to sit down before we started practice.” Steve shrugged.
“Oh, so you’re the reason I had to spend extra on a gluten and sugar-free wedding cake.” Bucky elbowed Steve’s side.
“You caught me.” Steve chuckled. “Now come on we need to get to this pointless rehearsal. Which if you ask me is kinda dumb. How hard is it to walk down the aisle?”
“That’s what I said!” Bucky laughed. “Like seriously we walk with our arms locked or just beside each other if that is what you are more comfortable with and stand there the whole time.”
“Exactly!” Steve laughed. “Come on though we should probably head to the foyer. Practice is about to begin.”
“Yeah.” Bucky stood up with a smile. “Oh yeah before we go out there, uh I’m gay so if you aren’t comfortable with me touching you down the aisle or you know from here on out.”
“Do you do that a lot?” Steve asked.
“Do what?”
“Apologise for your sexuality.” Steve stood up and looked at Bucky.
“No, I just know some straight guys have a problem with guys especially gays touching them.” Bucky shrugged.
“Well for starters, they can fuck themselves if they are afraid of you being near them. It is bullshit, just cause they have a dick doesn’t mean you fucking want to be acquainted with it.” Steve crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly on the ground. “Also what makes you think I am straight?”
“I’m just saying,” Bucky smirked. “I try not to assume anything.”
“Weird, most guys think I am gay because of my size.” Steve chuckled.
“I didn’t know height had a direct correlation with homosexuality.” Bucky rolled his eyes but smiled brightly at Steve.
“Come on let’s go.” Steve laughed and walked toward the door before turning back to Bucky with a smile. “Oh, and you can touch me all you want.”
Well, shit.