Being a notorious boss for the New York Mafia takes a toll on Bucky occasionally, even though he’d never admit it.

Hence, taking you, his wife, on holiday at a private island he owns.

You both lay on sun beds by the ocean, letting the rays shine down as Bucky rests a hand on your bare thigh, rubbing circles into your skin.

For once, he seems blissful. Which is shocking, as he’s always cold and stoic.

He twists his head to gaze at you, eyes scanning your figure in your swimwear with a small smirk.