That night Steve stood, still wet from his shower a towel around his waist, staring at the door that led to the master bedroom. 'Relax Steve, it's only Bucky. You can do this.' He turned the knob, hands shaking, and stepped into their room.

James was lighting soft smelling candles around the dim room, creating a romantic atmosphere, once he saw Steve he walked over. "I want this to be perfect darling, our first time, hopefully after tonight a life will start because of our love." Noticing Steve's dark blush he added, " has anyone been intimate with you?"

"No," Steve whispered. "Just you."

"As it should be."

James started then. Everything was soft caresses, passionate kisses, panting, moaning,writhing, it took almost till dawn for the two serum enhanced men to collapse utterly spent.

Steve awoke wrapped in silken sheets in the late morning sore and blushing the shade of the red on his shield. Noticing James was missing he went in search for his fiance. It took him a second to realize he had never been this happy since before the war.

The smell of smoke caught his attention along with words he guessed were Russian obscenities. 'Still can't cook I guess'

Steve rescued James by making quick oatmeal with berries and cleaning the mess that was supposed to be their top of the line kitchen.

James poured himself a glass of good Russian vodka before plopping himself on the sofa.

"At eleven in the morning?" Steve asked incredulously.

"I have never been out of criofreeze this long. And I never will again thanks to you. Time to celebrate. Now darling back to bed. Let us knock off a few movies off that list of yours."

That day was Steve's laziest since well ...ever. Rumlow, Rollins and Pierce all stopped by in the afternoon with house warming gifts. Towels, a flower, wine among them.

Pierce told James Insight had been delayed until after the wedding in a few weeks time.

Unknown to him a thing was growing that would end HYDRA'S reign.