#buckmarge

[onyxsboxes]

Today, it's "always stealing their cap and putting it on their own head" with Marge.

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Marge picks up his cap, her fingers rubbing the rough fabric. It's worn and twisted at the sides, but still well maintained. She places it on her head, a little further back than the regulations would allow, and looks up at Buck with a smirk. Surprise shines on his face before a smile appears, his gaze darkening, eyes focused on her, devotion and love burning within them.

Yes, she knows that look and what comes next. She loves this side of him.

And with the way things are going between them, next time she might just take Bucky's one, too.

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Any thoughts ? (Word count: 100) Other MOTA drabbles

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Please imagine Marge and Buck and Curt and Bucky on a double date. Like, Marge does try to set up Bucky once, but then Bucky's like, "Oh, Marge, I know I have tramp energy, but I'm actually okay." And it's because he and Curt fell for each other the second they met. All that chaos energy just setting them each off.

Best double dates in the world. Lots of laughter, Curt and Bucky making each other laugh by badly flirting with Marge. Marge and Buck laughing at how much they laugh.

After the war, all of them in Buck and Marge's house, Curt and Bucky in the guest room at least one weekend a month. They're known and loved by the neighbors.

Buck sends Marge letters about the ridiculous things Curt and Bucky get up to. There's a prank war involving syrup, and Marge laughs until she cries.

Just two couples in glorious love because of their similarities and best friends because of their differences.

(Also, we all know Marge and Curt have a different chaos vibe and cannot be trusted to not get petty revenge on the passive-aggressive neighbors.)

[alienoresimagines]

Buck: Could you pass me the salt, darling?

[Bucky and Marge reach for the salt at the same time]

Buck:

Curt *appears in the doorway*: You asked for the salt?

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Marge: What colour are Bucky's eyes?

Buck: They're blue, with hints of green when the light hits them.

Marge: And when was the last time he smiled?

Buck: This morning at 10:32 am.

Marge: Right...and when is my birthday?

Buck:

Marge: When's my birthday, Gale.

[onyxsboxes]

Okay, this time it's a drabble based on "How can they continue to call me a hero, knowing about what I've done?"

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"How can they continue to call me a hero, knowing about what I've done?"

Marge's heart breaks at Buck's words, at the pain in his voice and hurt in his eyes.

She's never seen him break, no matter the harsh words and blows he's received, he's always been her rock. But here, in their kitchen, soul bared and heart bleeding, he's drowning in what he had to do to get home, to return to her.

She won't allow it. This time, she's going to be his rock, she's going to be there for him, giving him time to heal properly.

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Not very light today 😅 (Word count: 100) Other MOTA drabbles

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Okay, but JackBucky where Jack catches Buck glaring from across the room after Jack and Bucky's second date, and nah, he's not doing this.

So he walks over and just gives it to Buck straight on. "You want him? Take him. Right now. No hard feelings. No claims on my part."

And Buck goes, "What? Huh? What are you--WHAT?"

"You're drilling a hole in my head from across the room. You want Bucky, get him now before I decide you're worth beating."

And Buck goes, " Jack. I'm not jealous of you and Bucky. I'm in love with Marge."

"Uh-huh."

"No, really. I am. I just--Look, Marge and I spent a lot of time trying to set Bucky up before he and I shipped out, and none of it worked, so she told me to keep an eye out and make sure he didn't fall for the wrong person."

"You think I'm the wrong person?"

"Honestly, before you came over here, I was trying to figure that out. Which is probably why I looked mad--"

"Jealous."

"...yeah, okay. I can see how my face could be interpreted that way. But it wasn't. I swear. I was just trying to figure out if I needed to write Marge to see what she thinks, but now I know that I'm just gonna write that you and Bucky are dating."

"...I passed your test?"

"Yeah, and by complete accident, too. Marge'll love that. It's all we've ever wanted for Bucky, someone who's ready to stand up and claim him."

"That wasn't what I was doing."

"Wasn't it? 'No hard feelings' means you're giving me one last chance to go for it, but if I don't, you're all in, right?"

"...Right."

"That's great, Jack. That's really great."

And Jack goes back to Bucky and stares at him for a long moment and finally says, "Just so I'm clear before I ask you on a third date, you don't actually have some unrequited crush on Cleven, do you?"

And Bucky laughs so hard he nearly falls over. "I love him to death, Jack. But not like that. And even if I did, Marge could hand me my ass. I can't wait for you to meet her. You'll love her."

"Okay. Good. Just wanted to be sure."

"What's this about a third date?"

"Oh, keep your pants on, John. I'll ask when I have it planned out."

"I really like that about you, you know, that you plan things out."

"Yeah?"

"I can tell how much you care."

And, by the way, Jack and Marge get along so perfectly it's a little terrifying. Like, Bucky and Buck worry there's gonna be a coup somewhere because they get bored.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

thinking about bucky who is used to taking care of everyone (because he loves it! he really does!) and then when he marries buck and marge they absolutely dote on him and spoil him rotten and it takes him awhile to adjust but he loves it (and them) sooooo much

[This was supposed to not be smutty but it went smutty. Not mad about it, and also fucking John is definitely a way to take care of him. Anyway. I hope you enjoy!]

It's late when John makes it home for leave. He's been up since before dawn to take one of his more nervous new pilots up for an unofficial training session, and then he'd gotten on the train, planning to nap. But there'd been too much noise, people in high spirits all around him, even when he switched cars. When he finally gets off the train, he's tired to his bones and staying upright mostly through force of will. 

Marge is waiting on the platform, neatly pressed in a light pink dress Bucky recognizes as one he sent her for her birthday. Her hair's up, and he desperately wants to bury his face in her neck and just hold her close. 

But not quite yet. 

"There you are!" she chirps and wraps him in a tight hug. He hugs her just as tight in return. Marge has made a point of always hugging him tight when she sees him. "I'll do a lot of things to keep things subtle, but I'm not missing the chance you hug you, John Egan," she'd scolded him once, years ago.

Bucky kisses her cheek as they pull away from each other, then makes a show of offering Marge his arm. She giggles and wraps both hands around his bicep, bumping against him. 

"Let's get your bag," she says. "I'm sure you'd like to get to the house and get to sleep."

"I look that bad?" Bucky asks.

"I know a little something about how tired pilots can look," Marge replies. "I married one, you know."

"Did you now?" Bucky loves the way she grins, always up to joke with him. "Did he beat me here?"

"Nope," Marge says as they step over to the baggage car. "Got delayed two whole days because of some sort of mix-up on base. I can show you his letter. He went into detail, but honestly, I refuse to remember any of it."

Bucky chuckles. "Not worth your time if your man isn't coming?"

Marge's gaze goes sharp and teasing for a single moment. "You know me so well, John," she says, and her nails dig into his arm for just a moment. "You know I always prefer my man to come on time."

Bucky is glad they're at the back of the crowd so no one can hear him sputter. "Marge!" he hisses.

She laughs and steps forward, looking for Bucky's duffel. He watches her move, catches the way she sways her hips then glances back at him with a knowing smirk on her mouth. 

"Found it!" Marge says. 

Bucky cuts into the crowd and picks up his duffel. "Lead the way," he says, and in the push and pull of the crowd, he manages a quick caress of Marge's hip. 

She's parked in the middle of the lot. Bucky puts his duffel in the trunk, and she holds up the keys. "Do you want to drive, or are you too tired?" she asks. 

Bucky yawns like he's trying to make a joke, but he really is just that tired. "You go ahead," he says. 

Marge glances around, then leans against him and stretches up on her toes. "Kiss me quick," she says. 

"We'll be home in fifteen minutes," Bucky replies, even as he glances around himself.

"I love when you're home," Marge murmurs.

Warmth laps through Bucky likes waves. He confirms one more time they're alone, then steals the kiss Marge wants to give him. She hums in pleasure, and he has to force himself to pull away. 

"Okay, come on," Marge says, turning on her heel, making her skirt flare. Bucky catches a glimpse of the backs of her thighs, and he wants to drop to his knees and bury his face in that spot, smell her inner thighs and kiss just above the lace tops he knows she prefers.

He gets into the car instead, and Marge starts it up and backs them out. The town is dark and quiet, and three blocks from the station, Marge reaches for his hand and pulls. Bucky scoots across the seat and sighs when Marge slips his hand between her legs, just above her knees. "You're trouble tonight," he says.

"I've missed you," Marge replies. "I always miss you."

"You've got a whole other fella," Bucky teases. 

Marge cuts him a look he can read even in the dark. "I've got two whole fellas I love, John. You know that." 

"I know," he says. He presses his lips into her hair. There's no one else on the road. "Sorry. I'm just tired. I've been up since four."

"Oh, you poor man," Marge says. She rubs her hand on his cheek, then puts it back on the steering wheel. "Let me take care of you a little," she says. "You can take a quick nap while I run you a bath, then you can have a good soak while I lay out your pajamas. I can make you a snack, too."

"You don't need to go through the trouble, sweetheart. I can handle it."

"I like taking care of you," Marge says as she takes the turn that'll take them out of town to the house. "Let me." 

Bucky wants to argue, but her hair smells like flowers, and her thigh is warm under his hand, and she's missed him so much she'd chanced a kiss in the parking lot. "Starting to think you might like me, Margie."

"I love you to absolute pieces, John," she replies. 

Buck closes his eyes as Marge turns into the drive and hums a little of Blue Skies. Marge sings a few bars as she parks the car and cuts the engine. 

"Come on," she says. "We're home."

Bucky lies down while Marge runs the bath, but he doesn't sleep. The rest is nice, though. Marge makes it nicer by coming in a few minutes before the bath is ready and lying with him, kissing his cheeks and his nose and his mouth. They're soft, easy kisses, and Bucky drinks them up. He misses her so much when he's gone, even more than he misses Buck sometimes. But it's easy to cross the state line and visit his old war buddy. It's harder to just show up on the doorstep of the respected Mr. and Mrs. Cleven without raising eyebrows.

"Come on," Marge says. "Get in the tub."

"Join me?" John asks. 

Marge grins. "Okay," she says. "But you get in first. I'll be there in a minute."

Bucky strips and walks into the bathroom. The water is wonderfully hot, and he sinks in with a happy sigh. When Marge walks in a few minutes later, she's wearing a silk robe, and Bucky stares in unabashed want at the way it frames her hips and waist and shows the lovely peaks of her nipples. 

She gives him a mischievous grin and reaches for the tie, slowly pulling it loose, then holding the sides of the robe together as she shimmies it off her shoulders. 

"Oh, you're killing me," Bucky groans. 

Marge laughs and throws the robe off, leaving it on the floor as she walks to the tub and steps in. She sits on Bucky's lap, facing him, and holds his head as she kisses him hard. 

Bucky gets his hands on her back, then trails his fingers up and down before cupping her ass and pressing her closer, trapping his half-hard cock between them. Marge scratches into his hair, and he gasps into her mouth. 

"That's it, sweetheart," she murmurs. "Let me welcome you home."

They go back to kissing, and Bucky slips a hand between them to drag his thumb up and down Marge's clit. She giggles and shivers and reaches down to hold his cock, rubbing her thumb around the flared edge of his cock head. 

"I haven't had anyone at home for a few months, John," she murmurs. "I hope you'll still fit."

"Jesus, Marge, your mouth," he says with a grunt, and Marge laughs as he grabs her hips and helps her stand. She rests one knee on the edge of the tub and bites her bottom lip when Bucky breathes against her cunt. Bucky lifts his head so he can kiss her slit, then drag his tongue just inside her folds. 

"Oh, John," Marge sighs. She has both hands on the wall, and she rolls her hips, grunting when Bucky's grip holds her in place. "Tease," she says. 

Bucky licks into her again, then trails his mouth up so he can suck her clit. She shivers and drops one hand to grab his hair. She doesn't try to direct him, just holds on. Bucky loves when she does that, just holds on so he can taste her. He presses his nose into her and sucks hard, then drops his jaw so he can drag his mouth closed with her cunt framing his lips. 

"Oh," Marge whimpers. "Oh. Oh." 

He licks and sucks and nuzzles, dragging one hand from her hip so he can slide a finger inside of her. She groans and slumps forward a little. Bucky pauses to make sure she's not going to fall, and then he slides in another finger just as he hums right on her clit. 

"JOHN!"

Bucky chuckles against her, and he rubs his face back and forth as he keeps pushing his fingers in and pulling them out, crooking them because he knows she loves the drag of it. 

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Let me. John. I'm gonna fall if you keep–"

He feels her knees start to bend and kisses her belly and ribs and chest as she sinks back into the water. She moves slowly enough he can keep his fingers inside of her as she sits. She clenches around him when they're eye to eye, and she nips his bottom lip as he rubs his thumb on her clit again. 

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you," she says. 

"You are," Bucky replies because it's true.

Marge grabs his wrist and pulls his fingers free. She takes his cock and pushes up on her knees. Bucky sucks her nipples as she angles his cock, then slowly starts to slide down into his lap. When she's firm against him, she clenches again, and Bucky groans loudly against her breast. 

"That's it," Marge says. "Just like that." She rocks back and forth, making tiny waves as she drives Bucky slowly crazy with the rhythm. He buries his face in her neck and drags his mouth along her shoulder as she grips his shoulders and starts to move a little faster, taking what she wants. 

"You're perfect," Bucky murmurs into her skin. "You're so beautiful."

Marge kisses him, tongue dragging slowly against his own. She dips a hand down and rubs her clit while Bucky grabs her ass in both hands and adds a bit more force to each thrust. Marge's breasts bounce in the water, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth, nibbling to make her squeak. 

Marge comes a few minutes later, gasping with a high-pitched noise as Bucky holds her still on his cock and thrusts up again and again until he comes too. She presses their foreheads together, and they breathe each other's air. 

They get out of the tub a few minutes later, and Marge pushes Bucky onto the closed lid of the toilet so she can wrap a towel around his shoulders and dry him all over. Bucky watches her as she pats his chest and feels so loved he aches. 

"How do you put up with us?" he asks Marge. "Me so tired when I get here, and that other fella running late?"

"It's easy," she says, draping the towel over his lap, then taking his head in her hands so she can kiss his forehead. "I love you," she says. "And I like taking care of you."

"Lucky me," Bucky says. He dries his legs while Marge gets herself toweled off. She's halfway back into her robe when they both hear the front door unlock. 

Bucky stands, immediately ready to defend, but then Buck's voice, tired but cheerful, carries through the house. "Marge? Bucky?" he calls. 

Marge runs from the bathroom, robe fluttering behind her. Bucky's on her heels, towel around his hips. He comes into the living room just in time to catch the stunned look on Buck's face as Marge flings herself into his arms, completely naked on her front. 

"You're here!" Marge shouts and kisses him, wrapping her legs around his waist as Buck gets his hands under her thighs and takes her weight. 

Bucky walks around Buck and closes the front door. "Thank goodness we live out of town," he says. 

Buck chuckles against Marge's mouth as John kisses the back of his neck, cupping Buck's hip in one hand. "I believe that was your idea, John," he says. 

"Well, I'm sometimes the brains of this operation," John replies. Buck turns his head, and they meet for a proper kiss as Marge pets Buck's hair and shoulders and nuzzles his cheek. 

"Seems I interrupted something," Buck says after another moment. He sets Marge on her feet, then traces his hands up and down her torso, drinking her in. "Can't say I mind."

"I'd hope not," Marge replies. She knots her robe loosely and takes Buck's hands. "We just finished, actually. I was just making sure our fella was taken care of."

"Oh, I'm sure you did great," Buck replies. He touches Marge's chin, then turns to John, looking him over. "You look exhausted," Buck says. 

"No worse than you," John says. Buck's face is bright with happiness, but John can see the fatigue in his eyes. "How the hell you'd get here so quick?"

"Unfucking the situation took a lot less time than we expected," Buck says. He reaches for Marge and tucks her under his arm. He reaches for Bucky and pulls him close, too. "My CO thinks I had some good incentive in wanting to come home."

"If I'd known you were so close, I could have been more patient before I took care of John," Marge says. 

Buck grins and kisses Marge on the top of the head. "Oh, honey, I doubt that. You've been looking forward to it too much."

"What?" Bucky asks as Marge and Buck laugh. 

"You always show up and immediately take care of us in some way or another," Marge says to Bucky. "Gale and I were going to try and beat you at your own game and take care of you first for once."

Bucky grins, loving the way they're both looking at him like they're quite pleased they'd had a plan. "Well, you definitely did your part, Mrs. Cleven," he says. "But I'll let Mr. Cleven get some rest before he shows me what he's got up his sleeve."

"Just my arms," Buck says, and wraps one against Bucky's waist, skimming his hand up and down Bucky's bare back. "If you two don't mind, I'm ready for bed."

"Me, too," Bucky says. "Marge made sure."

"I sure did," she agrees and tugs on Buck's hand to lead him to the bedroom. 

They fall asleep in a warm cuddle, Buck between Marge and Bucky, who both drape across him. When Bucky wakes up in the morning, Buck's kissing his lower belly and kneading his thighs while Marge sits up by the headboard and strokes Bucky's hair. 

"Well, good morning to me," Bucky murmurs. He turns his head, prepared to press his face between Marge's legs, but she's situated so he can't get his mouth on her. 

"Uh-uh," Marge says. "I told you last night, Gale and I had plans to take care of you first, so stay put and enjoy yourself."

"I'd enjoy myself more with my tongue inside you."

Buck bites hard on Bucky's hip, drawing his attention. "Down here, big boy," he says. "You can make Marge scream once I'm done with you."

"Oh, it's like that?" Bucky tries to roll his hips upward, but Buck presses his hands hard into Bucky's thighs, making movement impossible. Bucky grunts at his strength, going limp against the sheets without any more fight. "Okay, okay," he says. "I will accept this violent need to suck my dick."

"Jerk," Buck mutters, and Bucky's laugh is cut off as Buck lowers his head and licks Bucky from root to tip. He sucks the head of Bucky's cock into his mouth and pulls lightly on Bucky's balls. 

Bucky tips his head back, and Marge leans down, kissing him lightly as she slides her hands up and down his chest. She scrapes her nails on his nipples, and he twitches with pleasure. It's added to when Buck takes more of Bucky's cock into his mouth and drools down his shaft. 

"We just want to love you a little," Marge says, pressing her thumbs into the tendons on Bucky's neck. "Just want to take care of you like you always take care of us."

"I like taking care of you two," Bucky replies. He gasps when Buck sucks harder, then drags his mouth off Bucky with a loud, wet sound. He drops his head and sucks on Bucky's balls, jerking him as he slides his other hand over Bucky's belly.

"And we like taking care of you," Marge says.

Bucky groans as Buck's hand meets Marge's over his pec. They lace their fingers together, and Bucky raises one hand to lay over the top of theirs. "I know," he says. "I know," he repeats as Buck goes back to sucking his dick. He moans when Buck twists his hand up and down from his lips to the base of Bucky's cock. "Oh, god," he says. "Shit."

Marge kisses his forehead and his nose, then fits their mouths together again, swallowing down Bucky's swearing and moans as Buck sucks and strokes and makes a mess of Bucky's dick. 

"I'm–" Bucky grunts when Buck pulls back until only the head of Bucky's cock is in his mouth. He suckles hard, and Bucky comes in his mouth. Bucky flails and grabs Buck's shoulder. "Come here. I wanna–"

"Too late, John," Marge murmurs. "I took care of him in the bathroom before we climbed back into bed. You'll have to wait your turn."

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "You're mean, Marge. Why would you do this to me?"

"You love to tease us," she says. "And now you can spend the whole morning driving Gale wild."

"And what about you?"

"Took care of her first," Buck says, chuckling at John's broken moan. "So, you have to tease both of us."

"Was this part of your plan to take care of me?" he asks. "Set me up so I can make you both horny all day?"

"It's one of your favorite hobbies," Buck says.

Bucky laughs and cups Buck's cheek. Buck turns his head to kiss his palm. Marge drops another kiss on his forehead. "Can't argue with that," he says, and he pulls them both as close as he can for the sheer enjoyment of being able to.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Good morning. Please consider JackBucky and BuckMarge and the utter chaos that could be.

Okay, but JackBucky where Jack catches Buck glaring from across the room after Jack and Bucky's second date, and nah, he's not doing this.

So he walks over and just gives it to Buck straight on. "You want him? Take him. Right now. No hard feelings. No claims on my part."

And Buck goes, "What? Huh? What are you--WHAT?"

"You're drilling a hole in my head from across the room. You want Bucky, get him now before I decide you're worth beating."

And Buck goes, " Jack. I'm not jealous of you and Bucky. I'm in love with Marge."

"Uh-huh."

"No, really. I am. I just--Look, Marge and I spent a lot of time trying to set Bucky up before he and I shipped out, and none of it worked, so she told me to keep an eye out and make sure he didn't fall for the wrong person."

"You think I'm the wrong person?"

"Honestly, before you came over here, I was trying to figure that out. Which is probably why I looked mad--"

"Jealous."

"...yeah, okay. I can see how my face could be interpreted that way. But it wasn't. I swear. I was just trying to figure out if I needed to write Marge to see what she thinks, but now I know that I'm just gonna write that you and Bucky are dating."

"...I passed your test?"

"Yeah, and by complete accident, too. Marge'll love that. It's all we've ever wanted for Bucky, someone who's ready to stand up and claim him."

"That wasn't what I was doing."

"Wasn't it? 'No hard feelings' means you're giving me one last chance to go for it, but if I don't, you're all in, right?"

"...Right."

"That's great, Jack. That's really great."

And Jack goes back to Bucky and stares at him for a long moment and finally says, "Just so I'm clear before I ask you on a third date, you don't actually have some unrequited crush on Cleven, do you?"

And Bucky laughs so hard he nearly falls over. "I love him to death, Jack. But not like that. And even if I did, Marge could hand me my ass. I can't wait for you to meet her. You'll love her."

"Okay. Good. Just wanted to be sure."

"What's this about a third date?"

"Oh, keep your pants on, John. I'll ask when I have it planned out."

"I really like that about you, you know, that you plan things out."

"Yeah?"

"I can tell how much you care."

And, by the way, Jack and Marge get along so perfectly it's a little terrifying. Like, Bucky and Buck worry there's gonna be a coup somewhere because they get bored.

[daysofxavierspast]

I am ALL IN ON THIS. Pure chaotic energy and the boys of the 100th are all in on trying to make their relationships as fun (and funny) as possible, especially once they learn that their Air Exec is dating the leader of the Terrible Trio.

Okay, but JackBucky where Jack catches Buck glaring from across the room after Jack and Bucky's second date, and nah, he's not doing this.

So he walks over and just gives it to Buck straight on. "You want him? Take him. Right now. No hard feelings. No claims on my part."

And Buck goes, "What? Huh? What are you--WHAT?"

"You're drilling a hole in my head from across the room. You want Bucky, get him now before I decide you're worth beating."

And Buck goes, " Jack. I'm not jealous of you and Bucky. I'm in love with Marge."

"Uh-huh."

"No, really. I am. I just--Look, Marge and I spent a lot of time trying to set Bucky up before he and I shipped out, and none of it worked, so she told me to keep an eye out and make sure he didn't fall for the wrong person."

"You think I'm the wrong person?"

"Honestly, before you came over here, I was trying to figure that out. Which is probably why I looked mad--"

"Jealous."

"...yeah, okay. I can see how my face could be interpreted that way. But it wasn't. I swear. I was just trying to figure out if I needed to write Marge to see what she thinks, but now I know that I'm just gonna write that you and Bucky are dating."

"...I passed your test?"

"Yeah, and by complete accident, too. Marge'll love that. It's all we've ever wanted for Bucky, someone who's ready to stand up and claim him."

"That wasn't what I was doing."

"Wasn't it? 'No hard feelings' means you're giving me one last chance to go for it, but if I don't, you're all in, right?"

"...Right."

"That's great, Jack. That's really great."

And Jack goes back to Bucky and stares at him for a long moment and finally says, "Just so I'm clear before I ask you on a third date, you don't actually have some unrequited crush on Cleven, do you?"

And Bucky laughs so hard he nearly falls over. "I love him to death, Jack. But not like that. And even if I did, Marge could hand me my ass. I can't wait for you to meet her. You'll love her."

"Okay. Good. Just wanted to be sure."

"What's this about a third date?"

"Oh, keep your pants on, John. I'll ask when I have it planned out."

"I really like that about you, you know, that you plan things out."

"Yeah?"

"I can tell how much you care."

And, by the way, Jack and Marge get along so perfectly it's a little terrifying. Like, Bucky and Buck worry there's gonna be a coup somewhere because they get bored.