Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is the youngest Senator in New York. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, he’s down to earth, and is deeply in love with his wife; Y/N Barnes. His dreams consist of having kids, helping find a cure for cancer and AIDS in his lifetime, and one day, sitting at a desk in the Oval Office. It’s good to go after your dreams, right? Not if you’ve got one hell of a secret. Word Count: 1,634 Warnings: Language, heavy angst, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of blood and gore, not for the light-hearted. Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X]
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It was late by the time Pietro, your driver, pulled the car up to the front door of you home. Thor – yes, that was his given name – one of your bodyguards made his way into the estate first, checking each room on the main floor before allowing you and your husband to enter the residence.
Peter Quill, the second bodyguard, came down several moments after the front door was closed. “Second floor is all clear, Senator, Mrs. Barnes.”
“Thank you, gentlemen,” Bucky crooned, clapping Thor on the shoulder and nodding at Peter.
Peter moved behind you and was offering to take your jacket.
“You’re not a maid, Mr. Quill,” you scoffed.
“I am not, ma’am,” he agreed with a smirk. “However, I was raised to be a complete and total gentleman.”
You rolled your eyes at the man behind you but slid out of your jacket nonetheless. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am.”
Thor shrugged out of the black suit jacket and loosened his tie. “If there is nothing else, we will retire for the evening.”
“We have absolutely no plans to leave,” you huffed as soon as you stepped out of your heels.
The four of you bid goodnight to one another, then Peter was setting the alarm before he disappeared down the hall to his room, Thor close behind. Their rooms were across the hall from one another, tucked behind the kitchen, far enough away that you and Bucky had plenty of room to yourselves, but close enough to ‘do their job’ should such an occasion arise.
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