I’m not the only one thinking evil twin. Good. Although, going back to the prologue, I’m thinking that the parents had the evil twin locked up in a mental hospital and Bucky grew up feeling safe because he was told by his parents that the twin would never be able to leave the hospital because of how sick the twin was/is.
I’m sorry, love, Tumblr won’t let me tag you. Why don’t you try THIS. If that doesn’t work, you can follow my writing only blog @mad-for-marvel and selecting ‘Get Notifications.’ I only post fanfiction there.
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: 1,500 Warnings: Language, heavy angst, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of blood and gore, not for the light-hearted.
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
“Don’t fret, doll,” Bucky cooed, watching as you smoothed the dress against your stomach. “You look beautiful.”
You glanced at him in the mirror as you finished putting the final touches on your hair. Next, you slipped on a pair of heels that you felt completed the outfit, then made your way across the large room where you helped him with his black bowtie.
“As do you,” you complimented him with a smirk.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “You’re the beautiful one in this relationship,” he murmured. Once you were done with his tie, he grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair and put it on.
You smoothed the fabric over his shoulders and down his chest. “So what does that make you?”
“The brains, remember?” he teased.
“Oh, yes,” you murmured, relishing in the comforting weight of his arms as they looped around your waist. “How could I possibly forget?”
Just when your husband was about to dip his head and kiss you, there was a knock at the door.
“Senator and Mrs. Barnes,” Wanda interrupted. “It’s time.”
Star Barnes' Writing Blog 
