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All is Fair~ In Faith & Falsehoods

Chapter 12: All is Fair in Faith & Falsehoods

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, torture, mentions of death and extreme violence!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 3.3K

A/N: IT'S BACK! …. Don’t come for me. I really hope y'all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part.

Jake watched his target, like he had been for over a month now, he needed to find the flaw in their security, for them to let their guard down, just long enough to grab what he needed. But their security was airtight, not a speck of dust crossed any of them without being vetted first. It was infuriating to say the least.

What would Muerta do?

He scoffed, it was foolish of him, but he missed you, your snarky mouth, your sometimes irrational decision making, your all around ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude…

Mostly… mostly he just missed you, your friendship. He could tell Steven felt the same, it had been so long since he let anyone else be in control, Marc was only useful to a fault, Steven got him closer to you. He learned to understand you, to peel off the masks you wore so easily…

He shook his head, something isn't adding up, you wanted out, in fact you almost blatantly told him you were going rouge… what changed, what happened in the twenty-four hours after you left him? How the fuck did you get caught in a trap, it just didn’t–

His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled his attention down, the little screen lit-up with Wade’s face, he rolled his eyes, the fuck does he want.

“Speak.”

“Well good morning to you too, Cupcake.”

Jake sighed heavily, “Wade…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to the point… I found Francis.”

“Wade, I don’t care about your little obsession–” he growled.

“You will when I tell you, the assholes that Смерт (smert, death) is after and Francis are one and the same.”

A knowing smile split Jake’s lips, “You broke into the phone.”

Jake could hear the smugness leaking from Wade’s voice, “I broke into the phone.”

—

Steve stared down at you strapped to the chair in his basement, broken, bloody, it took everything in him not to nurture you, to cut your ties and embrace you. But, he had to remember who you were, a vile, lying, backstabbing, traitor.

Pure rage blinded him as he shoved the barrel of his pistol under your chin

'Do it, Rogers. Because if I get out of here. I Will. Kill. You.'

That was it, the sentence that pushed him over the edge as he shoved the barrel of his gun under your chin, he half expected you to crumble, to tell him you didn't mean any of it… But all he saw was the look in your eye, yes there was fear which cut him deeply, he never wanted you to fear him. But on top of that, you wanted him to kill you, with every fiber in your being, he could feel you urging him to pull the trigger.

A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts, the last flicker of the memory of your face faded as he picked up his glass and he called to the door. The pit in his stomach yawned open as his eyes met your nameplate still sitting on his desk. He downed the rest of his drink, making his way to the bar for a refill as the door opened slowly, Bucky’s metal hand emerged first, followed by Peter.

“You ready Punk?”

Steve grunts as he lifts the glass to his lips, Peter speaks, “Mr. Stark sent Happy to pick us up…”

“I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. Especially after…”

“After I killed his sister?” his gaze meets Peter first, head downcast, avoiding his gaze, then he meets Bucky’s, there is more emotion there than he would ever admit, what Steve had to do that night, didn’t just affect him. It cut deep into his found family, but it tore out his soul. “It was business Bucky, Tony will understand that.” Steve waved his hand in dismissal, “Tell Happy we will be there soon and won't need his services... I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Both men started to leave, “Not you Queens, I need to speak with you.”

Bucky and Peter shared a look, before Bucky left, closing the door behind him, Peter turned to face Steve, their eyes finally meeting. Steve knew Peter was upset about you being gone, but the look he was pinning him with right now made him proud. If Steve would have been a different person, not his boss, the look would be threatening, but Steve knew better, Peter could be angry all he wanted, but he would never do anything to Steve.

‘I don't experiment on children.’

The words you’d spat at him echoed through his bones, he didn’t quite understand why you had said it at the time, but a memory had snagged his attention. He motioned to the wingback chair in front of his desk, “Sit.”

Slowly Peter made his way into the chair, Steve followed, leaning against the front of his desk. Peter wasn’t big by any means, but he wasn’t scrawny, he was built well, lean and strong, no hulking muscle to slow him down, he was quick, deadly, when it was necessary.

“How are you feeling kid?”

Peter blinked, clearly not expecting the question, “Sir?”

Steve huffed in amusement, one side of his mouth lifting, “It’s been a while since we had a moment to speak, kid. Not too long ago you were beaten half to death, how are you holding up?”

I hadn't been that long ago in all reality, but there weren't many scratches left on the kid, which further aided the point you made in the basement. His stomach churned, fuck.

“I…I’m good sir, thank you for asking?”

Steve watched as Peter began to fidget, “What were you doing at the lab, Queens.”

His brow furrowed, “Wha-what?”

Steve sighed, “The night Erskine was killed. You were at the lab, why?”

Peter's eyes widened only slightly, “I… I was on patrol.”

Steve pursed his lips, nodding, “Okay.”

Peter stood from his seat, head shaking, words tumbling from his mouth, “Mr. Rogers… I-I would never betray you…I had no idea—”

Steve shook his head, “Queens…” but Peter wasn’t listening, he continued to ramble about you and Erskine, but Steve knew he hadn’t helped you. But he was still lying. He gripped his arms, “Queens.”

Peter froze under his grip, Steve led him back to his seat, “I know you didn’t help her, kid…” he eased his grip, but his hands remained, Steve knelt in front of him, his eyes met Peter’s, “But I also know you weren't on patrol. I need you to tell me the truth…”

—

Steve had rolled his sleeves, exposing his forearms, along with the tattoos that adorned them, lady justice spattered with fresh blood, the man in front of him stared up at him, wide-eyed, shaking.

He was a blubbering mess, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and drool, Steve had even noticed a wet spot in the crotch of his trousers, fucking weak. He scoffed to himself as he rolled the knife across his knuckles, his now long hair falling into his face, he raked it back as he stalked closer to the bound man, Colonel Akerly, the closest man linked to Stark and the dealings Parker had mentioned, he didn’t know much, but a name was all Steve needed.

Turns out, Akerly didn't reach the rank of Colonel for his bravery or ability to withstand pain or torture, he sang like a canary.

According to Akerly, Stark made a big deal with the military and Dr. Erskine after Howard died, and Erskine had been testing on street kids. He would have Bucky look farther into the details later. Steve wasn’t just angry at the situation, he was fucking furious, the fact Erskine had been doing the experiments behind Steve’s back was bad enough, Bucky and Steve had been given the first prototypes, but some of the side-effects had been too extreme for Steve to condone the experiments to conitune. Extreme anger, mood swings, an enhanced appetite (not just for food), and enhanced strength; more so than those on steroids.

Steve and Howard had fought the night Howard died, Howard thought the risks were worth it in the long run, ‘think of all the good it could do Steve’... yeah, ‘good’ he thought, how many people had to endure the pain the treatment put them through, let alone the adverse effects. He was still reeling from Peter’s apology, ‘I’m sorry Steve… I… I just get so tired of being beaten and having…. Having everyone save me all the time.’

Fuck! His blood was boiling, how the hell he hadn’t seen the signs he didn’t know, but thinking about it just pushed his blood past the boiling point–

“Steve, Tony is still waiting on you… the longer you make him wait–”

Steve raised his knife clad hand, silencing Bucky.

He struck hard and fast, he could barely feel the splitting flesh beneath the blade, the gargled screams seemed far away and muffled through the blood roaring in his ears. When he finally stepped away from Akerly, he didn't recognize him, and neither would the police. Carter would have a field day cleaning this mess. He would be sure to give her the tipoff after he was sure his men were off site, and couldn't be tracked down. He wiped his face with his sleeve, the white shirt now stained pink and red, and coated in sweat, he would have to change before meeting Tony now.

With his anger simmering beneath the surface, he could trust himself not to skin Tony at the table, he had rolled his eyes when he found out they were meeting at an upscale Italian restaurant. A very public place, Steve smiled to himself, he had to admit, after what he had done to you, he didn't blame Tony for the precision, the man wasn’t a total moron.

—

“Rogers.” Tony’s voice cut through the restaurant, as Steve settled in the booth across from him, “You think you kept me waiting long enough?”

“I think you picked a ridiculous place for a meeting.” he chuckled a bit. To everyone else in the restaurant, they looked like two chummy businessmen having a meeting but the air around them felt electrified; Tony was pissed, Steve could feel it.

Good, he thought. He was equally as pissed.

Tony gave him a knowing smile, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured around the room, his voice low, “It’s hard to kill someone and get away with it in a public setting.” he made a show of picking lint off his shoulder allowing the fake lint to ‘fall’ to the ground. “It’s a shame the rest of my family wasn’t as smart.”

Steve ignored the jab that was clearly about you, and changed the subject, “How’s business Tony? I heard you made a nice deal with the military–”

Tony cleared his throat, “Business is good… good.” He reached for a breadstick in the center of the table, breaking a piece off, “Yeah, the military contacted me for a few pieces of tech, easy stuff.”

Steve’s lips curled knowingly, Akerly had been telling the truth, what else had Stark been up to?

Steve remained silent as he watched Tony, dipping his bread in the vinaigrette, but out of the corner of his eyes he scanned the room, Tony may have picked a public place, but there was no telling how many of the employees here or even patrons were in his pocket, he always had to look for what no one else prepared for. And he was a sitting duck in this restaurant, one well placed waiter with a knife, or a suppressed pistol… No. Tony wasn’t that depserate or idiotic, Steve’s men would have this place burnt to the ground before Tony could finish him off.

Tony cleared his throat “It’s a shame, you know.”

The waiter stopped by, replacing the old drinks with new ones in front of both men, then promptly left to carry on with his work. Steve took a sip, speaking around his glass, “What is?”

“My sister… She is so much like our mother was, caring, always looking to love those she believed needed it most…” his eyes met Steve’s, he was searching for something, what, Steve didn't know, didn’t care. “She loved you…”

Steve stilled, blood running cold, his drink still ghosting his lips, what the fuck… He scoffed, “Didn't think she was capable, I figured the black hole in her chest ran in the family. ”

“I tried to warn her about you, Beast of Brooklyn…” there was a dangerous glint in Tony’s eye as he spoke, “But she wouldn’t listen, no one ever listens when I speak about you.” Tony’s fingers mindlessly traced the hilt of the steak knife on the table.

Sighing, Steve tilted his head, “you brought me here for a reason Tony, out with it, I’m a busy man, with lots of things to do.”

Tony blew out his breath, the irritation making his features taut, serious, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips, “Listen Steve…” his lips formed a tight line, “I can’t just let you walk away after what you did to my sister–” he made a show with his hands, “if I don't make an example outta you, and hang your head on my wall for everyone to see, they’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

Steve mocked Tony, pouting, “Oh no, we can't have you going soft Tony…”

“Fuck off Rogers.”

Tony’s voice low, full of threat, causing Steve to lean back in his chair, running his tongue over his top teeth, popping one of his brows, “You’re right Tony, it is a shame, people should listen…” he ran a hand over his beard, “I only hope you take your own advice…”

“Watch your back Rogers.”

Steve stood from his seat, “You started this Tony. Sent your sister to me. Her blood is on your hands, not mine.” he snarled, each word laced with venom, watching as his words hit Tony, whose brows furrowed,

“Sent her to you?” a soft laugh left his lips, “If you think I’d send her anywhere near you Rogers you're crazier than they say…”

Buttoning his coat, Steve stared him down, “you wanted me dead, so you sent her. Big mistake Tony.”

“She’s helpless Steve, couldn’t even hurt a fly… If I had wanted you dead, I would have found a way to hire one of the Aces.”

Steve schooled his features, that couldn't be right, Tony didn’t know about his sister? He had to have hired the Ace of Spades, Tony had to be playing him. Steve shook his head as he began to walk away, placing his hand on Tony’s shoulder, “Do not start another war you cannot win. Your sister was only the beginning.”

—

Yelena had been on the road for a few weeks, traveling from place to place, tailing a lead. Zemo had told her this recon mission was important, it was off the record. Now she was stuck in a tree doing a stakeout in upstate New York, the cool mountain air whipped around her in her makeshift perch, looking over a cabin not too far off. Some low level goons came and went every so often, but no one of any notability. She had been tailing a high value target with extremely sensitive cargo…

She scowled, she couldn't understand why Zemo had asked her to come out here, there was nothing here. Scoffing she moved to begin packing her bags, when a new nondescript vehicle slowly pulled up to the cabin. Freezing, she trained her sights on the passenger doors, three people stumbled out of the back doors, bound, gagged, and bruised…

Yelena nearly lost her footing and fell from the tree, no wonder Zemo wanted her here to secure the cargo and sweep these assholes off the face of the earth. They weren’t just any precious cargo… the most precious of all.

Who the fuck and the balls to take them?

His family.

—

Thor walked to his bar, his confident gait grating on Zemo’s nerves,

“How’s the family Halmut, it's been a while since I’ve seen them. Heard they were on vacation?”

Zemo’s jaw clenched, no one knows the truth about his family. No one knows they were taken, or who the moron that thought it would be a good idea was. Not to worry, he had Yelena taking care of it.

He plastered a fake smile onto his face, “They are good, enjoying the sunshine of the Southern Hemisphere; too cold for them here.”

Thor nods, “I can agree with that, the weather has been so dreary lately, it’s a shame really…”

Zemo’s patience had been worn thin, his Ace of Spades was MIA, deemed dead, he hadn’t heard back from Yelena yet, and he really wasn’t in the mood to entertain Thor, or his other appointments for the evening. He cut to the chase, “What can I do for you and your brother Thor?”

Thor looks up from his drink as he sits leisurely in the chair, giving Zemo a gigawatt smile, “I was actually going to ask about your campaign…”

Zemo lifts a brow, “I thought you three didn’t get involved in… politics.”

“Well, since my father passed,” he tosses a side-eyed glare at Loki behind him, who is perusing the bookshelves, “I want to be the one who takes on the responsibilities of The Don. So I need to start acting like one—”

Scoffing Zemo interrupts him, “Well you can make your first duty stopping whatever the hell is going on between the other two! My city is on fire and a burning city won't win a campaign!”

Thor nodded, “Yes, well it seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, don’t worry, I am already working on a solution, it's not only affecting their territories, but mine–”

“Well until that is resolved, I have no further need to speak to you Odinson–”

A tic forms in Thor’s jaw at his words, that obviously wasn’t the response he was expecting. Zemo’s phone rings across the desk, it’s the Ace line, he doesn’t immediately answer it. Allowing it to echo in the room,

“I really do enjoy what you are doing to keep New York clean, Halmut… honestly, the mayors before you… they just weren’t cut out for the job.” A lethal smile slithers across Thor's face as he rests the drink on the arm of his chair. Caressing his beard he motions toward the still ringing phone, “Ya gonna get that there boss?”

Zemo gives a tight lipped smile, “It can wait I’m sure.” Behind Thor, Loki shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flickering to the phone and back to Zemo.

Thor grunts, as he finishes his drink, “Well, your mayorfulness, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you…” he stands, buttoning his jacket and turning to the door. His footsteps loud against the carpet. He turns slightly as he steps out the door, “Perhaps on my next visit, I can give you more of what you desire.”

Loki nods as he follows his brother, throwing one last glance at the still ringing phone, quietly adding as he disappears behind the door, “You should get that.”

Zemo takes a deep breath as the door shuts, then picks up the phone,

“Identity check- All is fair ”

“Response - In death and resurrections.”

The voice that comes from the other line isn’t the one he thought it would be.

A dangerous smile lifts his lips.

Check mate.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Daisy

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: pregnancy pregnancy pregnancy! ummmm like hint of abortion. smut. angst. fluff. it’s a lot. like hint of character death. happy ending!

summary: bucky gets you pregnant. complications ensue?

a/n: please don’t come at me for my lack of knowledge around pregnancy, you can fill in the blanks however u like!

(gif not mine!)

At the sound of your Seaside alarm, your eyes shoot open. You inhale a large breath and stretch, a difficult activity whilst in bed tangled up in both the blankets and your boyfriends legs.

Bucky groans as you shift, your alarm waking him up as well. He didn’t know what time it was, but he knew that it was too early.

Leaning over to your phone, he pressed the snooze button and silenced the tiny machine, sighing in content at the lack of noise.

He tightens his grip around you, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his face in your hair.

And as much as you love it. As much as you would love to spend eternity in bed with Bucky, you knew Steve would have a fit if you were late for another mission.

“Bucky.” You groan, trying to wiggle out of his hold with no luck.

“Mm.” He all but mumbles, eyes still shut and seemingly tightening his grip around you, locking you in.

“I have to get up.”

“Too early.” He grunts, shifting his head down from your neck to your chest, his favourite pillow, “Your heart sounds weird.”

“I have a mission.” You start prying him off of you, ignoring his attempt to change the subject.

“I’ll kill Steve one day.” He huffs out, lingering hands wandering all over you, “He never gives us anymore missions together.” Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you back down, pressing kisses to your arm, “Five more minutes.”

“No!”

You finally manage to slip out of his grip and run to the shower. As you shut the door behind you and lock it, not taking any chances, you hear him let out a loud groan.

After showering, you got into your combat suit and slicked your hair back out of your face. The mission shouldn’t be too difficult. After all it was just you, Sam, Nat and Steve.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Bucky was still in bed. His head lifted at the sound of you and, being the big baby he is, made grabby hands at you as he realised you were about to depart for your mission.

You lifted a leg to rest on the bed as you peppered his face with kisses, before reaching his lips and placing one big, chaste kiss there.

As you pulled away to finally leave, he got ahold of your wrist and pulled you back, “Another.” You rolled your eyes and innocently pressed your lips to his. Unbeknownst to you, he would turn into a (one-sided) heated make out.

“Let’s go!” Steve smacks the door frame of the room as he passes by, not bothering to look in because he knew he wouldn’t be pleased with what he saw. He learned that the hard way.

“Coming!” You yell back, over your shoulder.

“Oh really?” Bucky smirks, not loosening his grip on you as you struggle against him.

“Bucky!” Sam calls scoldingly, allowing you to spring free of his grip as he focuses his attention on Sam. You grab your holster from the bedside table with both your favourite knife and gun that you brought on every mission as you pass by Sam at your door, who’s still looking at Bucky with a disgusted half-joking scowl, “Nasty.”

The mission wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best either.

Well, you don’t actually remember that much due to the fact that you were knocked out cold when you had accidentally set off an explosion that flew you about 5 metres backwards into a solid, brick wall.

According to Steve, the very same explosives were laid out all across the base and were really just used as booby traps so no other fatal injuries.

You were just unfortunate to be the first one to discover the explosive, first hand, up close and personal.

You regained consciousness back on the Quinjet and ever since then you were fine. But of course, Steve, not wanting to take any risks with Bucky, insisted you go to Banner and make sure you were okay.

But it didn’t matter. When he came to the common area after the mission in hopes to find you with the others and saw that you weren’t there and everyone had offered him nervous glances, he knew something was wrong. More specifically, he knew something was wrong with you.

“Where is she?” He immediately asks.

“I made her go to medical-“ Bucky didn’t even hear the rest of Steve’s sentence before he was storming off to the medical wing.

Bursting through the door of the only unoccupied room that he assumed was yours, relief washed over him when he saw you alive and seemingly well on the bed.

“Oh my god. What happened?” He cupped your face, examining the few cuts that littered it.

“It’s nothing. Buck-“ You grab his hands that cup your face, unable to contain your smile.

“Your chart said head trauma, wh-“

“I’m fine, honey-“

“Why are you the only one hurt? Oh my God, your head-“

“James.” You say, more sternly now to get his attention, “Will you listen to me?”

“I’m listening.” He seems to settle now, his hands leaving your face and intertwining with your hands.

“Banner ran some tests to check my vitals and everything.” You started, “Took some blood tests.” He nodded, following along. Your smile widens, one hand coming up to move the hair out of his face and behind his ear, “Bucky, I’m pregnant.” The worried look on his face morphs into disbelief…. for a moment you’re worried he’s upset, until you move one of his hands over your stomach.

He looks down, then looks back up and smiles with a breathy laugh, “Really?”

“Really.” You nod in confirmation, “We’re gonna have a baby.” You smile, unable to hold back the tears that now spill over your bottom lash.

Bucky’s thoughts run a mile per second. He’s filled with so many different emotions, some worse than others, but all he can do at that moment is kiss you. He can barely do that because he’s smiling so hard but he manages anyway.

He’s going to be a dad.

Steve and Sam watch from afar, on the other side of the glass window looking into the room you and Bucky were both in.

“What about the serum?” Sam asks, almost reading Steve’s mind.

Steve sighs a heavy sigh, pursing his lips almost sympathetically, “Just let them have their moment. We’ll talk about it later.”

When Banner had given you the okay to leave, you went straight to your shared bedroom with Bucky to have a bath. A much needed one at that.

Bucky left you to it, knowing how much you loved your baths. While he waited, he cleaned up the room a bit, simultaneously clearing his mind with all his thoughts.

The emotions that ran through him in the past hour were: happiness, fear, guilt and worry. The only one he showed was the first. The other three were deep down in the pit of his stomach.

Though this was all he could ever dream of, he couldn’t help but fear of the reality of it all- at least his reality of it. Was he going to be a good father? What if he hurt the child? What happens when the child grows up to learn about all the things he’s done? What if the child is scared of him?

Bucky wouldn’t blame them. Even he was scared of himself. How you weren’t was a complete mystery to him. And you- what if you don’t think he’s a good father?

All this thinking clouded his mind and seemingly blocked his ears, as Steve’s hand on his shoulder gave him a small fright.

“Buck.” Bucky now realises he’s sat on the bed, staring aimlessly out the window of the bedroom. He looks up at Steve, who offers a sympathetic smile, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah.” Bucky stands and follows Steve out of the bedroom.

He takes him down to Tony’s lab where Banner and Tony stand together. Confused, Bucky looks to Steve in hopes of an explanation.

Steve begins, knowing how exactly to talk and explain the predicament in a considerate manner- something Tony is most likely incapable of doing.

“When you were injected with the serum, it obviously affected a lot of things in your body… including your male reproductive cells.” As Steve pauses, Bucky’s face kind of drops at the steady realisation. How he didn’t even think of the fact that the serum had an impact on pregnancy was beyond him. He guessed he was just too happy to think about it. “Buck, it’s unclear the dangers this may present to Y/N during her pregnancy. There’s never really been a super soldier baby before. Y/N is probably the first person to ever give birth to one.”

“Dangers?”

“The baby could be bigger than normal, just like how you and me are different to normal humans, the baby would be stronger than the average infant.” Steve explains, “It could grow faster. In terms of Y/N, the contractions may be worse, the pushing may be worse, the amount of energy Y/N has to put in to delivering- and possibly simply carrying- that baby is going to be a lot.”

Bucky’s mind almost spiralled at all of the circumstances Steve had listed. Though nearly ever factor began with ‘could’ or ‘may’, the sheer possibility of it all was enough to make Bucky concerned.

There’s a silence as Bucky visibly thinks to himself. Brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest. “So what, we can’t have the baby?”

Steve sighs, before nodding his head, “It would be the safest option… at least until we get more information.”

Bucky just shakes his head. As if his mind wasn’t already dealing with enough, now this. Despite the part of him that doubted his ability to raise a child, the idea that it’s now taken away from him pains him. And you, how you’re gonna handle the news that you can no longer have the baby that you’re so excited for. God, you were so excited. “What if… we could just make sure she’s comfortable. Keep her in medical when it gets too difficult on her own.” The hesitant faces of Banner and Steve causes Bucky to slowly lose hope, “There has to be a way, you guys are the experts.”

“Yeah, we are the experts. So when the time comes and that baby kills your girlfriend, don’t say we didn’t tell you so.” Tony retorts.

Steve gives him a stern look and mutters a small ‘Tony’ under his breath. Things with Bucky and Tony were still rough, but perhaps it was a good thing for Tony to give Bucky the harsh truth.

Bucky’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach, “Kill?”

“It could kill her.” Tony confirms, surrendering his harsh tone to a more professional one, “The sheer complication of birthing a super soldier baby could kill her in the process of the childbirth. She could die from high blood pressure, blood loss.”

“But, Buck, for all we know, the pregnancy could be like any other pregnancy- maybe we just have to induce early labour or perform a C-section. Nobody really knows.” Steve adds. At least that gives Bucky a slither of hope.

“There’s nothing you can do?” Bucky asks, not even hiding the plea in his voice as he looks between all three, Steve, Tony and Banner.

“We could do some blood tests and scans…” Banner suggests, “But it’d need to happen fast, and they’d have to be done regularly. This can only be done if Y/N is okay with it.”

Even at the tiniest, smallest possibility that you could successfully have the baby, Bucky is hopeful. “Okay.” He nods, “Please, yes, anything you want. I’ll talk to her.”

“But, I can’t make any promises.”

Your bedroom door opening shifted your attention away from the tv screen that currently played Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

You smiled brightly up at the father of your child and shifted in the bed to make room for him as he joined you, “Where’d you go?” You ask, having gotten out of the bath to an empty bedroom and figured he just went down to the common area or something.

“Just had a talk with Steve.” He grasped your hand and pressed small kisses to it. “Miss me?”

“Of course.” He laid to rest against his pillow and your curled up beside him.

He felt a little tense. It wasn’t an uncommon observation. The old guy had a lot on his mind at all times, especially in the night.

And you weren’t surprised it was happening again tonight. You were actually quite shocked he was as ‘calm’ as he was.

You never really interrupted his thoughts when he went through them. Just gave him soothing rubs on chest while he zoned out in thought. He would talk when he was ready.

So, while you waited, you watched the movie. It’s as your favourite of the series probably… or maybe prisoner of azkaban… or half blood prince. They weren’t exactly the happier films of the series, but that’s probably what made them so good. That, and the seriously attractive cast-

“Are you scared?” You’re broken out of your own thoughts by Bucky. You looked up at him and came to your senses at the feeling of him softly caressing your stomach.

“A little,” You admitted. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet, but you weren’t as nervous as you would’ve thought you would be. You accepted the whole thing pretty quickly, and you were yet to have any doubts… yet, “But I know we’re gonna be the best parents ever.” You reassured him, and he smiled down at you, “And I had an epiphany.”

“Enlighten me.”

“This morning, when you said my heart sounded weird.” You started, playing with the fabric of his shirt, “Maybe because there were two.” You bit your lip to contain your smile, but failed as it spread from ear to ear.

Bucky’s heart fluttered at the thought. It was probably true. He wasn’t lying this morning when he had said it, your heart genuinely sounded strange… and now that he thinks about it, it did sound like an another… like your heart was echoing faintly.

He could listen to your heart beat forever and a day. The day he no longer would… at the expense of the baby, Bucky was unsure he would ever forgive himself.

“What’s wrong?” His train of thought must have been evident on his face due to her question and furrowed brows.

He hesitated before he spoke, going over the right words, “Did you ever think about the fact that the baby… the serum…” It was no use however, as he ended up kind of just spewing out key words. You furrowed your brows even deeper, opting for him to elaborate, “I mean, how me being a super soldier could also make the baby one as well.”

Understanding now, you offer a reassuring smile, “Is that such a bad thing?”

You weren’t getting it, Bucky thought. You thought this was an insecurity thing, that he was worried about the child growing up as a super human among all the other ‘normal’ kids. Well- he was worried about that too. But not as much as the other thing.

He shook his head, “Tony and Banner said that…” He looked to the fingers that you hand entwined your own fingers with in an attempt to sooth him, “They said that the birth might be difficult for you.” He explained, “The baby will be bigger than normal and obviously stronger. It’ll grow faster and when you’re in labour, it’s gonna.. it’s gonna be a lot.”

“If it grows faster then that just means it’s gonna be here sooner.” You tell him reassuringly, offering a smile and a small laugh. But Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Y/N…” He shook his head once more, and your smiled faded, “I just- I can’t bare to see you go through that.”

At his words, your heart crept up in your throat. You didn’t even notice how your hand had retreated from his own and how you were now sitting up- seemingly to get further away from him as you asked the question, “Do you not want me to have the baby?”

“I never said that-“

“Well then tell me what you want to tell me because I don’t know what you’re trying to get at-“

Bucky now sat up, grabbing at your frantic hands in order to ground you, “The baby could kill you.” You paused in your sentence- and seemingly your breathing as well, “Tony said it’ll be too much for you to handle and you could die.” You could only really blink at him dumbly. How could you have not thought about this? How had you gonna your whole relationship, fantasising about a big, happy family, at night, without even a fleeting thought of it? He moved his hand up to your face now, to move a loose strand from your face, “I can’t lose you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes now and didn’t wait for permission to fall. Just the false hope- the excitement, the attachment. In the short span of only a few hours, you had grown so attached to what would probably only be a tiny embryo at this point.

“Banner said he could run some tests, but he can’t guarantee that it’ll all work out.” Bucky wiped at the tears that had fallen, growing teary eyed himself. He couldn’t even bare to see you cry.

You didn’t speak straight away. It seemed as if your heart had now risen to the back of your throat completely- restricting your ability to speak. Not only could you not speak, you didn’t quite know what to say.

Bucky was content in your silence, allowing you time to process it all.

At this point in time, it was completely your decision. It was your life on the line. Bucky had no say in what happened. Yes, it was his child as well, but you were the one risking your life.

You nodded and straightened up, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I trust Banner.”

Bucky looked over your face, wiping the last tear that had fallen, “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” You assured him, kissing the palm of the hand that had just wiped the tear from your cheek, “The second it gets too dangerous, we’ll stop and reconsider. Okay?”

That was your plan.

If something were to seem wrong, if you were in unusual pain, excessively bleeding, even if a hair was out of place- you would stop everything and reconsider your options.

As much as you wanted this baby, you didn’t want to die. And you didn’t want to lose Bucky either.

That night, you had both slept on the decision. Bucky had asked you again in the morning and you assured him that you hadn’t changed your mind.

After breakfast, with a side of inquisitive eyes, you and Bucky had privately met with Steve, Tony and Bruce to tell them your decision.

Tony seemed over the moon. Giddy at the idea of, “First ever avenger baby.” You see, Tony liked you a lot more than he liked Bucky, which explained his different reactions, “It’s gonna come out and start sparring with the doctor.”

Steve seemed happy for you as well, but mostly for his best friend.

“Are you gonna tell everyone?”

“Can’t exactly keep it a secret…” You shrugged.

But Bucky drew his brows together and turned to you, “But if it goes wrong…”

“At least we’ll have the support of all our friends.”

“That’s the spirit!” Tony chipped, “Okay, let’s plan this announcement because I’m dying for a reason to throw a party.”

Tony promised that the announcement wouldn’t be anything big.

It didn’t need to be. And Bucky especially didn’t want to make a big spectacle about it because he didn’t want to get his, yours or anyone else’s hopes up too high.

But of course, a party thrown by Tony wouldn’t be a party thrown by Tony if it wasn’t big.

He at least abided by your one request to not invite too many people and just the circle of Avengers that were your friends. However, he catered like a starved man and decorated like it was no one’s business.

He had flower arrangements everywhere, all of which donned symbolic flowers that represented fertility. Daisies, orchids, lily’s and snapdragons.

To everyone else, the party just seemed like a special dinner that Tony planned just for the sake of it. No one had a clue.

It wasn’t until after dinner that Tony tapped his spoon on his scotch glass that he got everyone’s attention.

Sitting at the head of the table, he looked pointedly at you and Bucky, whom he had strategically placed in the middle of the long table.

“I believe, congratulations are in order.” He smirked at the two of you.

All attention was on you now, confused faces, some already half shocked despite not even having said the news yet, their minds probably running with assumptions.

You looked to Bucky nervously, who slipped his hand in yours underneath the table. That at least gave you the courage you needed to finally announce, “I’m pregnant.”

Natasha and Wanda’s loud gasps overpowered the rest of the tables tiny ones. You looked over at your two best friends and watched as they smiled from ear to ear.

Everyone began congratulating you and Bucky all at once, much of the men egging Bucky on, while the women fawned over the news.

From then, people were spewing questions left, right and centre, all of which you could hardly answer. Banner was yet to start his tests on you, as he lacked the machinery needed, but he promised you it wouldn’t be long.

During your conversations with your friends, you would steal casual glances over at Bucky, who, you began to notice become increasingly… off.

He would stare off into space, furrow his brows, just had that look on his face that you knew meant he was thinking about something. By the end of it, he also looked tired.

When you saw that he was no longer in conversation with the others and was kind of just sitting by himself at the table, you excused yourself from the conversation you weren’t entirely in either.

You sat on Bucky’s lap without warning, but he was quick to wrap his arm around you to secure you in place.

He smiled softly at you, but you could still see the detachment in his face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He just nods, but you don’t miss the small sigh.

You okay with the ends of his hair as your arms rest on his shoulders, you then look over his face and bring your thumb up to smooth the worry wrinkle creasing in his forehead.

He closes his eyes for a second as you do so, relaxing under your touch, “Wanna get outta here?”

With that, you had announced your departure. No one dared to complain, despite it still being quite early (well, it was like 11pm, but considering it was one of Tony’s parties, that was considered early). Bidding your goodbyes, and giving many thanks to those who congratulated you, you and Bucky walked hand in hand off to bed.

It didn’t take long for him to be in bed. You, however, had to take off your makeup and take out your hair that Natasha and Wanda had done for you for the party.

Once you were all squeaky clean and ready for bed, you crawled on top of him and lay between his legs, resting your chin atop your hands on his chest.

His hands come to play with your hair, fingers carding through your strands off hair and massaging your scalp.

“Are we gonna be staying in the compound?” You abruptly ask, the thought that had been brewing in your mind as you got ready for bed.

His movements halter for a moment as he blinks in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, when- if I have the baby.” Both, yours and Bucky’s heart pang with sadness at the correction of the conjunction, “Are we just gonna live here forever?” You ask, but quickly clarify, “Not that it’s a bad thing. Just- is finding a cute, little family house with a veggie garden gonna be an option?”

Even before you were pregnant, the idea of growing old with Bucky in a cutesy little domestic house was all you could dream of. Whether it was with children or not, having a home to call your own that the both of you shared and would make a million and one memories in is something you’ve looked forward to ever since you realised Bucky was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Except… you weren’t so sure Bucky had the same plans. He thought for a moment, more so thinking over his words rather than his decision, “Maybe later.” He attempts to add a hint of hopefulness to the sentence, but he doesn’t miss the small sadness that washes over your face, “I-It’s gonna sound selfish, but I don’t think I’m ready to live outside of here yet.” He quickly explains, guilt taking over him as he realises his inconvenience, “Don’t know how I can be a dad in that case but-“

“Hey, you stop that.” You scold him, half joking but you’re also dead serious, “You’re the only person on this earth that I would want to father my children.”

Bucky smiles lightly at that, tightening his grip around your waist, “Well then I promise you…” He pulls you up closer so that you’re only inches away from each other’s faces now, “Some day, we’ll live in a cute little house with a veggie garden-“

“And a mailbox that looks like a tiny house?”

He smiles before nodding, “And a mailbox that looks like a tiny house.” You smile back and place a very loving, well-deserved kiss on his lips, “I promise.”

You sat atop the exam table in Banners lab, watching as he prepares his utensils for the blood tests and samples he was taking from you.

Bucky should’ve been here, but he had a debrief with Steve and the others about a mission. You don’t mind. It’s his job after all and you consider yourself in safe hands with Banner. Plus, if you remember correctly, the debriefing has something to do with the baby and finding more information on it.

Nonetheless, you still wished he was here of course. You weren’t too fond of needles, despite all your trust for Bruce.

“I’ve asked for some help from S.H.I.E.L.D. Hope you don’t mind. They kind of went crazy when I told them. Something about this being a revolutionary ‘experiment’.” You nodded, though you didn’t like the idea of being an experiment, at least Banner was going the extra mile to get the best help for you, “But at least we’ll get better help.”

“I trust you.” You shrug.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He seems genuinely honoured by the comment, “You nervous?”

“No, I don’t think it’s really hit me yet.” You sigh, “Maybe when I start showing and I can’t sleep on my back or have to waddle around everywhere.”

The blood was drawn from you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little light headed. But it quickly passed as he began doing other things that peaked your interest.

Just as the appointment was finishing up, Bucky had joined you in the lab, prompting Bruce to explain everything he had done and what it would tell him in terms of your health and the baby.

You weren’t sure if he understood much, but he nodded nonetheless and you’re at least 80% positive that he trusts Banner just as much as you do.

The verdict of the debrief had also been an overnight mission to a base that used to take women and experiment. It was only natural to believe that there was data and information on fertility there. Well, fingers crossed anyway.

That following morning as you had woken up at around 5am to bid goodbye to Bucky before his mission, you had caught glimpse of the tiny bump forming on your stomach.

It was only tiny, you really just looked bloated.

You had gasped so loud and abruptly that Bucky came running to your aid thinking something was terribly wrong. Utterly confused as he saw you smiling, and crying, looking into the mirror.

You turned around to face him and his eyes trailed down to your stomach where the tiny bump was noticeable.

He looked from you to the bump, to you then back to the bump.

That was probably the first time that both you and Bucky realised: this is actually happening. Despite the uncertainty of whether you could have it or not, the sheer idea that it was happening nonetheless was almost unbelievable for the both of you.

Giddily, you had walked together to the Quinjet to see him off for his mission.

“When will you be back?” You ask, handing him his gear as he packs it away.

“Maybe early morning tomorrow.” You pout at the answer despite knowing it was going to be an overnight mission. “Gonna miss me?”

“Of course. I have no one to cuddle with when I go to bed tonight.”

“I don’t know you seem to be pretty fond of that pillow.” He smiles and you lightly smack his chest. He lifts his head now to observe his surroundings, confirming that the coast was clear and that no one could hear them, “I was thinking, when I come back maybe we can start doing some baby things.”

In the small time it took for him to walk from the bedroom to the Quinjet, he did a lot of thinking. What’s new? He had just thought about all the things that he wanted to do in relation to the baby.

He didn’t know what it was, but he was hopeful that this mission would go well, or that Banners testing would bring back something good that would give the greenlight to her pregnancy.

It was definitely the bump that spurred this train of thought, and maybe it was false hope, but it was the best darn feeling of false hope he felt in a while and he wanted to relish in it.

“Like… nursery planning?” It’s the first that comes to mind. Anything to do with that dream house of yours.

“Absolutely. Anything you want.” He beams down at you, “Pretty sure Tony would also like to do one of those ultrascan things, those are a pretty big deal.”

“Ultrasound.” You correct him with a small smile. As Steve finally boards the jet along with everyone else, that’s when you take the cue to begin wrapping up your goodbye, “Please be careful.”

“I will.” He promises, “I love you.” He bends down to kiss you.

“I love you.” You kiss back before engulfing him in a tight hug.

As you pulled apart, he leans down to your bump and presses a small kiss there too, “And I love you.”

The missions location of a Hydra Base proved a little difficult for Bucky as Steve noticed him immediately tense up at the sight of it up in the Quinjet before they even landed and even more so when they entered the building.

As the four of them split off, Clint and Nat in one area and Sam, Bucky and Steve in another, Steve laid a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “Hey, you alright?”

He took in a breath, before nodding, “Yeah.”

Steve just nodded back, despite knowing that he wasn’t all okay. But didn’t press the matter. It was more so just an indication for Bucky that Steve had his back of course.

“Can’t believe you’re gonna be a dad.” He says to break the ice that had formed previously. Steve quickly learned that talking about the baby would lighten Bucky’s mood.

Before Bucky can reply, Sam speaks up in front of both of them, “I can. They go at it like rabbits.” As Sam clears off into a room, Steve and Buck go ahead.

As they pass a wall with the Hydra emblem painted on it, Bucky’s reminded of the dangers of the pregnancy, “Well, that’s if she can even have the baby.”

Steve purses his lips and looks at Bucky sympathetically, “You don’t know it, but she’s a big deal up at S.H.I.E.L.D right now… She’s getting the best help there is.” Though you were great friends with Steve as it was, you being Bucky’s girlfriend and bringing so much light into his best friends light made him even more grateful and appreciative of your existence.

“I’m gonna go walk around.” Bucky heads into a room that he had cleared and Steve just sighs to himself before taking a room himself.

As Buck enters the room, he’s just met with a mess of old Soviet computers and scattered papers. He tries to read through a few of them to find any words relation to fertility or pregnancy but he comes up short. They’re all just useless reports.

As he stands up from the mess, he looks to a door at the other side of the room that he seemed to have missed. It’s closed but there’s a subtle red glow coming from underneath the door.

Making his way towards it, he’s quiet in his footsteps incase of any danger lurking beyond the metal door. He doesn’t remember the room on the blueprint, but it was common for rooms to be forgotten, mistaken or hidden.

His heart picks up as he nears the door. A million different things could be behind that door and the red light in the room isn’t making it any better. Light is a sign of life. A sign of life in these Hydra bases that are supposed to be empty is never a good sign unless it’s an animal or something.

His hand reaches out to pull on the door knob, but he’s startled when a hand pulls him by the shoulder.

“We got it. Come on. Sam set something off.” There’s a frantic tone to Steve’s voice as he gathers Bucky and Bucky wonders how he hadn’t heard him come after him in the first place.

In the early hours of the next morning, just as promised, Bucky came back without so much as a loose hair.

He, of course, seemed tired and tense but that was common for post-mission feels. He had joined you in bed after changing out of his combat gear and taking a quick shower, before sleeping in with you until around 9am.

Tony and the others made sure you were kept close company in the absence of your boyfriend that night, hosting a special movies night (that you weren’t supposed to tell anyone about because they would get upset). Plus a buffet like dinner and dessert.

Tony used your pregnancy as an excuse for such a big meal because of your ‘cravings’. To be totally honest, you didn’t have any, but Tony’s sly wink told you to shut up and just roll with it.

At the end of the night as you helped him pack away the mess, you asked him about the ultrasound Bucky had told you about before he’d left.

Tony said something about he and Bruce renting out a bunch of machinery to have at the compound readily available for you. Ultrasounds, monitors, the whole freaking birthing table for when the time comes.

So, that led you to now. You were on a reclined exam bed, with freezing cold jelly all over your stomach and nurse Palmer moving the wand around.

All eyes were practically glued to the screen waiting for the image to load, and once it did, the water works began.

“Oh my god.” You softly gasped, unknowingly squeezing Bucky’s hand, “Our baby.”

Faintly, you could make out the tiny bean of a baby. It was the cutest thing ever.

“You’re only about a month pregnant… but we’re looking at a two month old size fetus. Possibly two months and two weeks.” She explained, “So it’s definitely bigger.”

“So, two times bigger?” Tony reiterates. He and Banner and Steve were also present.

“Who knows if it could increase.” She shrugs, unsure.

“So what do you think we’re dealing with in terms of dates?”

“She’ll definitely give birth sooner.” She confirms, that she was sure of, “When exactly that is, I’m not sure. But if we’re going off of the current size, I’d say about 5 months.”

5 months. In just 5 months, 152 days, you were going to give birth (if you could) to the tiny little bundle of joy on the screen and you and Bucky would be the best parents ever.

God, you’re hoping and praying and just begging for this to work. It has to.

As Steve, Nat and Bucky looked over the evidence gathered from the mission, they had ultimately come up empty. There was stuff but not enough.

It was things like half finished documents that just stated everything they had already known: ‘Pregnancy caused by the sperm of a carrier of the serum could be extremely difficult for the mother’.

It just wasn’t enough.

Steve decided to regroup and go back to the base, seeing as their time had been cut short last time due to Sam setting something off.

There was definitely something in that base, they were all sure of it. Whether or not it would help them was a different story.

“Alright, so everything’s looking relatively good.” Bruce informs you, “You’re taking all your vitamins, getting lots of rest, eating everything you should.” He listed and you nodded along.

Your blood test had come back with nothing out of the ordinary. All your vitals were fine, placenta was working exactly as it should. It was almost easy to forget all of the complications that you had been warned about.

The only downside so far was that you were extremely emotional, and extremely sensitive to some smells.

You had thrown up the odd couple of times in the past few days because of food you could smell all the way down stairs. Natasha’s boiled eggs, Steve’s oats, Tony’s french toast.

But this was all normal.

You continued to be regularly scanned and monitored, every few days, someone from SHIELD who you didn’t know would come and ask questions. Everyday you had to fill out this document that outlined your symptoms, emotions, feelings, cravings.

It’s all going steady now, but you know everyone is just waiting for the day that there’s even the slightest anomaly.

But you would worry about that when the time came.

For now, you were about to enjoy the three course lunch Happy and Tony had cooked for you. They had convinced you to let them host this cooking show for you, claiming ‘you and that baby need all the nutrition you can get’. To which you had to remind them you were eating for you, not for two.

Sure, you needed extra nutrients, but not… extra food. But, irregardless, you were beyond grateful for them. Happy was a great cook, and Tony made you laugh. Win win.

“You’re getting so big.” Bucky marvelled at your bare stomach as you lay in bed.

You snort, “Ghee, way to make a woman feel good.” It was only a joke, you knew you were getting bigger. What, with the food Tony and Happy had basically force fed you and the double growing baby, you had now looked about 4/5 months along.

You had missed Bucky lately. It had seemed that you fell pregnant at the worst possible time, as Bucky had been on countless missions in the past few days. Of course, as mentioned, you were always accompanied and especially with the baby growing inside you, you were never really alone.

But you missed your Bucky. You missed his warmth, his big beefy body, his arm, his hair, his thighs. His other thing. God, you can’t even remember the last time you’d had sex.

Half the time you were sleeping, and the other half you were being tested on- simultaneously Bucky was away on missions or debriefs. It was hard.

You pulled him in for a loving kiss that you’d almost forgotten the feeling of. Your heart unfamiliarly fluttered, as if it was the first time you’d ever kissed him. You think he felt it too.

“Missed you.” He muttered, trailing kisses down your neck.

Your hand came up to run through his hair at the feeling of his lips at your deprived skin.

You only hummed in agreement, unable to form the right words as your body swam in contempt.

He cautiously brought a hand up to palm at your tit. The plump flesh that had also grown over the course of your pregnancy. You softly groaned as he massaged it, pulling down your top so that he had full access to it.

He practically drooled at the sight of the engorged breast and brought his mouth to suck on the nipple. Softly biting, he circled his tongue around the bud, making your toes curl under the blanket.

“Buck, please.” You tugged softly on his hair

You needed more. It had been so long and you were desperate.

He just smiles teasingly before trailing his kisses down your stomach.

Once he had gotten to your sweatpants, he swiftly pulled them off your legs, leaving you in your bare underwear.

Those soon joined your pants in the corner of your room and he gaped at the glistening cunt that he’d missed so dearly.

He placed a soft kiss to your calf as he brought it to rest on his shoulder. Tugging down his own pants, he sprung himself free and gave himself a few tugs.

You got on your elbows in order to peer down at him, having almost forgotten what he looks like down there.

You swallowed at him and stared up at him doe-eyed like you knew he loved.

He groaned before slapping it against your entrance a few times and rubbing it between your folds, making you throw your head back and plea.

That was all it took for him to fully push himself inside you.

You both gasped once he had bottomed out and he stayed like that for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the size.

Your small nod and ‘please’ prompted him to begin his thrust.

He pulled back out slowly before pushing back all the way in and you moaned as he poked at the soft spot he always managed to reach.

He steadily picked up his pace and created a steady rhythm. Using your moans as an indication of how close you were and how much more he needed to go. He brought one hand down to rub at your swollen, aching clit and that just about sent you over the edge.

You arched your back off the bed and allowed for your orgasm to wash over you.

He slightly overstimulates you as he keeps going until he mutters a small ‘Fuck!’ and his hips stutter.

You feel him coat your walls and you sigh at the familiar feeling. The one that got you pregnant in the first place. Yeah, that one.

Bucky’s nerves weren’t running as wild as they had been the first time they had come here. Now, he was more so determined.

Time was running out to find information and you weren’t gonna go through with this without something. Anything!

As they re entered the base, it was evident that it had been cleared. Whatever Sam set off last time must’ve caused them to do a sweep as there was rubble, broken ceilings, shut down computers.

“Stay alert.” Steve warns.

They go in groups again, this time Nat and Sam, Steve and Bucky. Exploring different rooms and downloading anything and everything they can find.

As Bucky and Steve enter the same hall as last time, Bucky can’t help but notice how this area of rooms seemed basically untouched. It looked exactly how Bucky had left it, in a stark contrast to how the other rooms had looked.

Scanning his surroundings further, Bucky notices a stray document at the door to the room he last frequented when he was here.

Picking it up, he recognised a few words. His face scrunches up and his grip on the paper tightens as the realisation dawns on him.

“This is too easy.” He mutters.

“What do you mean?” Steve is caught off guard as Bucky throws the paper and charges towards a small door inside the room, “Buck!”

Sirens start blasting out of nowhere and the lights start flashing. Steve covers his ears as the noise rings out extremely loud, literally dropping to the floor in the process.

It’s then that Steve sees the discarded piece of paper on the floor.

‘беременность, сперма, половой акт, сыворотка’

‘pregnancy, sperm, intercourse, serum’

Steve quickly remembers the situation they are in when Natasha speaks through the coms.

‘Get back to the jet!’

Despite the deafening sound of the alarms, Steve knows he’s gonna be much better off deaf than dead.

He finds Bucky standing in the small room that the door led him to. Steve couldn’t exactly see what was in it, but he didn’t care. He needed to get Bucky and get out of there.

“Let’s go!” He yells for Bucky, but halts when he doesn’t budge, “Bucky!” As he grabs his shoulder, Bucky turns with a bundle of pictures in his hands.

The one on top a picture of you, in the compound, in bed. From yesterday night. Bump and all.

“They’ve been watching her.” Bucky states, swallowing the lump in his throat. The thick stack of photographs in his hands felt heavy.

Shoving the photos in his backpack, he grabs his gun and shoots every piece of photo developing equipment that littered the room. Every computer, every piece of stray paper.

It was only when he ran out of bullets that he stopped.

As he and Steve quickly boarded the Quinjet, without a second glance back at the base, Sam had immediately lifted off into air.

“Is anyone hurt?” Steve disregards Bucky for a second to resume his Captain role. When no one speaks up and all seem perfectly fine (except, of course, puffed out from running) he turns back to Bucky who’s staring down at the photos.

Before Steve can speak, Bucky lowly speaks, “We gotta go somewhere else… away from the compound.”

Steve furrows his brows, “You’re safest in the compound.”

“Obviously not if they were able to get that close to her.” He snaps a little. Making Natasha and Sam turn their attention to the two of them briefly.

“Wherever you go, they’ll find you. You’re better off surrounded by us then alone.”

“Wakanda.”

Just about getting ready for bed, you yawn for about the 5th time this hour. You had a long day today.

Bucky had left sometime in the middle of the day, but straight after you said goodbye to him, you were back in Banners lab with all kinds of things poking at you. Then Tony insisted you come for a walk with him when he saw you lounging on the couch. Despite your slight annoyance, just wanting to have a moments rest… you know, being pregnant at all. But you knew some fresh air and exercise would be good since it had been quite a while since you’d had either.

And he at least treated you to lunch afterwards. Which, of course, left you bursting at the seams.

You’d hope to be able to get in a nap after lunch, but Wanda had found you and asked if you wanted to watch a movie together. You couldn’t say no to that. Or to her. As tired as you were, you loved Wanda, she was your best friend and it had honestly been a hot minute since you properly hung out with her.

Surprisingly, you didn’t fall asleep during the movie because she talked your ear off the whole way through. Just catching up about everything and anything that came to mind. You didn’t exactly mind, it was refreshing to finally talk about something other than your pregnancy.

After the movie, it was well into the afternoon. You were so confident that you would be able to nap now. But if it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

Team fucking meeting.

You don’t even know why you were required to go because you were literally incapable of doing literally anything except for eating, sleeping and waddling around the compound. Plus! Steve, Bucky, Nat and Sam weren’t even here!

You missed your Bucky.

And by the time the meeting was over, it was dinner time. By the time dinner was over, it was movie night. You could’ve easily just not gone to movie night, however- and you will admit, this is totally your own fault, they were watching Dumb and Dumber.

By the time the movie had finished it was around 9pm and finally, you could go to bed. No one had stopped you and the moment you shut your door, you fell back against the bed.

You didn’t want to move from that position, but you knew you had to eventually. Plus, you needed a shower, but just the thought of even moving a limb made you want to cry.

Nonetheless, you got through it. Often times, when you showered, Bucky was there with you because apparently ‘You’re pregnant and need my help’. So showering for the first time without him made you all emotional.

As you finally set your blow dryer down, satisfied with the dampness off your hair, you brush it out once more before exiting the bathroom.

Making it towards your bed, you pause upon hearing small commotion outside. You can’t exactly make out what’s happening but before you have time to panic, Bucky’s bursting through your door.

“Y/N?” Relief visibly washes over his face when he sees you. He connects to you like a magnet, pressing urgent kisses to your face and his hand frantically reaching for your stomach.

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly with his flushed face between your cool hands.

About a million emotions go through his face before the panic sets in again, “We have to go.” Is all he says as he heads for the closet.

“Bucky, just think about this.” Steve storms into the room.

“Already did.” Bucky drops two duffel bags on the bed and now, you’re throughly confused.

What the fuck happened at that mission. As Bucky retreats back into the closet, you turn to Steve for answers.

He sighs before lowering his voice a little, smoothing out his tone as well, “Hydra knows you’re pregnant.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, probably hitting the baby’s head on the way, “What?” You whisper in disbelief.

Steve opens his mouth to speak again but is interrupted by Bucky, “We can’t stay here. We’re going to Wakanda.”

“Wakanda?” You furrow your brows even more, “For how long?”

“Until it’s safe to come back.” He says without a second glance as he continues to shovel clothes into each bag, “Where’s your hospital bag?”

When you don’t answer him. Too deep in thought about what the fuck is happening. He just scatters off around the room to find it himself.

Steve instantly notices your distress and rests a comforting hand on your back to steady you whilst he deals with Bucky, “Bucky.” He calls, to no avail, as Bucky continues frantically searching for the hospital bag you both had packed. Though you were expected to give birth in the lab at the tower, you both thought it was just part of the experience to pack one anyway, “Buck, stop. Can we please talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Bucky snaps, “They know she’s pregnant, they have hundreds of photos of her-“

Your mouth feels dry. Photos?

“They could never get to her inside the compound.”

“This is all they’ve wanted. To naturally create an army of super soldiers to take over the world.” He breathes heavily, “They’ll take both of them and then they’ll…” He doesn’t continue his sentence- not even daring to think about what they would do to you if they got their evil hands on you.

Noticing his distress, you step past Steve and engulf Bucky in a very much needed hug. It’s a little uncomfortable, with your bump and all, but you don’t care. You knew he needed your touch to ground him back to earth for just a moment. To know that you were there with him. That you were okay.

After calming Bucky down, you eased him into sleep so that he could at least sleep on it. You promised him that whatever he decided on in the morning, you would do, no questions asked.

He must’ve been so tired from that mission, or just not sleeping over the past couple of days in general, because he was knocked out once he had shut his eyes. So much so, you had managed to slip out of his embrace without waking him and go get some much needed air.

Sitting on the edge of the balcony, letting your feet hang and the cold air wash over you.

After seeing the pictures he was talking about, you didn’t feel too good. Your heart beat abnormally fast. Like that feeling you get when you’re worried about something, but you don’t know what. Except, you did know what you were worrying about and there was just so much you were worried about that you were forgetting all of them.

Light feet sounded behind you and you were surprised to see Steve when you had expected Bucky.

You smiled softly at the blonde as he joined you in dangling your legs over the edge.

“He’s sleeping.” You informed him, seeing as he left you and Bucky to talk between each other about the decision to move. “I’m scared, Steve.” You rest your head on his shoulder out of exhaustion.

“You have every right to be.” He put an arm around you, warming you up in the process, “Normal pregnancy’s are scary enough.” He had a point. And this was far from a normal pregnancy.

It’s silent for a moment. The only thing that can be heard is Tony on the phone in the distance. After what had happened, Steve talked to him and asked him to get into contact with Shuri. That way, they could at least get a heads up at your possible arrival.

“Sometimes…” You begin, breaking the silence, but pause as you think over your words. What you’re about to say is something that had been in the back of your mind for a while now, but you never found the right person to be able to tell it to, but you knew Steve was a good candidate, “Sometimes, I think I made the wrong decision by keeping the baby.” You confess. The words feel like rusty metal in your mouth and you can’t help the guilt that grows inside of you. Whatever Steve is thinking, he hides it well, continuing to rub your shoulder and allow you to continue to talk, “But I wanted it so bad, Bucky did too. Just, the thought of a family…” Tears well in your eyes as you finally build up the courage to look at Steve, “I don’t wanna die, Steve.”

“C’mere.” Steve doesn’t even hesitate to pull you closer. You hug into him now and let the tears fall. It finally hit you. It finally hit you that the decision you made could cost you your life. Steve places a gentle kiss to your head as you sob in his arms, “It’ll be okay.”

He just lets you cry. He doesn’t say anything. He continues to massage soothing circles up and down your back, trying himself not to cry.

You were his best friend. You gave Bucky the light back into his life. You made him happy. Some moments, when you and Bucky were together, Steve would see hints of his 1940 Brooklyn best friend show through.

You were probably the best thing to happen to Bucky. Plus, the baby? Your willingness to carry the baby despite all of the dangers? You really loved Bucky. And Steve loved you for that.

You wipe at your eyes and clear your throat before speaking, “Do you think going to Wakanda is a good idea?”

“You’ll definitely be in good hands.” Steve nods.

You nod and purse your lips in thought, “I’ll miss you guys though.” You smile softly and look up at him, “I hope you already know that you’re gonna be the godfather.”

He smiles wholesomely and unknowingly squeezes you tighter. “Tony’s gonna be pissed.”

“Who said he can’t be the godmother?”

When you woke the next morning, Bucky was already awake. He had just been watching you as you slept, a million thoughts running through his head.

You smiled up at him as you rubbed your eyes, muttering a small ‘Hi’.

He just softly smiled down at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

“You still wanna go?” You ask, clearing the elephant in the room. He nods, sighing to himself and you nod back, “Okay.”

With that, you had finished packing the bags that Bucky had started on the previous night.

Tony had been given the ok by Shuri, who would be expecting you by lunch time today.

You didn’t exactly need much. Just the hospital bag and a few clothes, all your vitamins and your pregnancy pillow, of course.

Steve and Sam had helped you load all your things onto the Quinjet and would also be flying you out to Wakanda. Plus Tony.

You’d had breakfast with the whole team, an effort from everyone to say a proper goodbye.

You were very sad. These were your best friends and only family. You wanted them to be there for the birth and to meet your baby. They would eventually, but you were just getting homesick already and you hadn’t even left.

Before nodding the Quinjet, you had hugged and said goodbye to everyone. You had began crying before you even hugged anyone, and it only got worse as you got through each person.

Tony basically had to pull you onto the jet as you stalled thanking everyone for taking care of you and for the breakfast.

When the door to the jet had finally shut, Bucky had grabbed your hand and guided you to one of the seats. You just put on a teary-eyed smile for him and remembered this was probably for the best.

When you had landed, you were welcomed with open arms. It was definitely nerve-racking, having never been here before, but if Bucky trusted them, you knew you would too.

From there, you basically transferred from one jet to another, where you had been flown out from the city and to a nice, quiet village.

It was a real cute village. There were farm animals and children, small ponds and trees that provided vast areas of shade.

You walked through the village, Shuri and T’Challa as your guide, telling you about all the facilities available for you.

The children ogled at you from the side, all to which you offered small smiles to and they had just giggled to each other in return. They probably thought you were so fat.

Every so often, Bucky would converse with them about his past time here. He pointed out the old hut he used to stay in and you were amazed at how small it was.

You trekked up a small hill, with the help of Bucky- to which T’Challa had profusely apologised for the hill but promised ‘We wanted you to have the best hut on the village.’

You didn’t mind. The hill wasn’t that bad and there were small steps for you to use anyway.

Once crossing over the hill, you absolutely adored what you saw.

It was a cute little hut. It looked more like a cottage in your opinion, it kinda reminded you of Hagrids house.

There was a clothesline, a well, even rocking chairs!

You loved it already and the inside was even better. It was cosy, is the best way you could describe it.

In the event of an emergency, there was a doctor not too far and also Shuri on speed dial. Groceries would be delivered weekly, but other than that, you had just about everything that you needed.

As you lay in the ridiculously comfortable and warm bed, cuddled up in Bucky’s chest, you couldn’t be more excited to take a million more naps in this bed throughout your stay.

“Sorry I freaked out on you.” Bucky swallows, and you can hear the guilt in his voice.

You look up at him and place a small kiss to his jaw, “You’re fine.” You assure him, “It’s just as much your baby as it is mine- well… let’s hope it’s yours.” He pulls his brows together in confusion and you quickly smile, “I’m kidding, honey.”

“Not funny.” He shifts, so that he’s holding you tighter now. Probably to convince himself he is in fact the father of your child. Which he is! Let’s make that very clear.

You hum as you continue to press kisses to his jaw, noticing the small stubble that’s grown, “This is nice.”

“I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.” He says, bringing up his hand to rub at it.

“No, it looks nice. Dad beard.”

“Soon will come the Dad bod.” He mumbled.

“Well, lucky for you, I think Dad bods are kinda hot.”

He smiles down at you and shakes his head, pinching your butt and making you squeal.

Bucky had taken you out to see the goats the next morning. Remembering you had told him how cute they were, especially the baby ones.

Then he took you to his old hut. It was tiny and you still couldn’t believe Bucky had stayed here. But at the same time you could. It was dark and somewhat cozy. It was quiet, but there were birds and goats so it was also peaceful in a way?

On your way through the village, one of the little girls from yesterday had ran up to you and handed you a small bouquet of daisies.

“For me?” You ask, smiling down at her and she nods eagerly, “Thank you!” You take them from her and she hugs at your legs, too short to reach any higher.

In the blink of an eye, about 6 kids are running at you with flowers in their hands.

They all shout at Bucky and he picks a few of them up. They tangle their hands in his hair, saying something about it being shorter.

“What? I kept it long for you guys!”

You had learned that they kept Bucky company while he was here, braiding his hair, showing him around the place, playing hide and seek with him.

He asked them to show you around the place as they once did for him and they all tugged on your hand to bring you to their favourite tree.

Bucky didn’t follow after. He stayed back and caught up with a few friends he’d met during his stay here.

And that’s how most of your days went.

Every so often, Shuri would come over with a few of her medical team and ask you how you were feeling.

But other than that, it was basically just walking around the village, napping (of course), Bucky cooking for you because of the amount of groceries at your door each week or venturing out with the kids.

The last part growing to be your favourite.

They were just the most lovely group of kids. So full of life and so well-mannered.

They had taken you to different lakes that you would dip your feet in and trees that you cautiously watched them climb. They’d often show up at your door calling for you to come and play.

Sometimes, when they were all tired out of energy, they would just sit around you under a tree while they cooled down and ask you all kinds of questions about your baby while the girls would braid your hair.

“Are you going to stay here forever?” Akina, the very first girl that had gifted you flowers asks. The other girls around you all encouraging the question.

“I wish!” You dramatically cry, “Once I have the baby, I have to go home.”

“I want you to stay forever.” She pouts.

“I want to stay forever!” You hand Tau, the most energetic boy in the group, an apple as he passes by tiredly. He smiles at you, taking a bit before setting it down on the tree stump and running off to continue his game of football with the other boys. “I’ll be sure to visit. Every year.”

“I’ll plant more daisies for you so that there’s lots when you come back.” Akina promises and you smile widely.

“I would love that.”

In the distance, you squint at a big, burly figure heading towards you, who you recognise as none other than Bucky.

“Bucky’s coming.” You gather around the kids in a whisper, “Okay, all together, run at Bucky and tackle him. Go!”

All of them- even the girls who completely abandoned the half finished braid in your hair, run at full speed towards Bucky, giggling their heads off.

Bucky opens his arms wide, thinking they’re all going in for a hug, but widens his eyes when he realises the speed they’re running at, “Hey-“ They all go for different parts of his body before tackling him into the grass.

You laugh a little to yourself before concluding that he’ll need your rescuing. As you stand, you watch as he manages to get up, each child still stuck to each limb and he just flares at you playfully.

You rest your back on Bucky’s front as you both watch the small iPad screen in front of you. The hut didn’t have a T.V. but Bucky was prepared and brought his iPad from the compound so that you could both have some form of entertainment other than the kids and the animals.

Plus, you gotta make up for all the movie nights you’ll miss.

You’re both currently watching an episode of The Office. It was a stupid little show, but it made Bucky laugh. And you’d be lying if you didn’t smile at Michael or Kevin every so often.

A jolt in your stomach causes you to jump softly and bring your hand to your stomach.

“What? Are you okay?” Bucky sits up a little and you smile up at him as you feel it again.

You grab his hand and bring it to where the jolt continues. He’s confused at first, still a little concerned, but smiles softly once you say it out loud.

“A kick.”

He feels it again and smiles even harder, looking down at you know and you notice the tears that have quickly welled in his eyes, “Awe, don’t cry. You’ll make me cry.”

You rub away the stray tear that fell and he kisses your hand.

What you didn’t tell him though, what you knew would send him into a frenzy was that it was a hard bloody kick… almost painful. You’re sure they weren’t meant to be, but you hoped you did well at concealing the pain. It did concern you, sure.

But it had to be normal, right? This was a super baby after all.

Right?

Waking up from your nap, you heard a bunch of giggles outside your window. You couldn’t even be mad that your sleep was interrupted because their laughter was just so cute and infectious.

As you step outside, you turn to follow the giggles and see Bucky sitting on the ground as two girls, Abeba and Zuri braid his hair in two french braids.

“Wow, don’t you look pretty?” You smile teasingly at the man before you. His little notebook sits in his lap and you catch the small drawings he’s made of them, plus the silly little doodles on the side that’s probably the cause of their fits of laughter.

“Come on! Time for lunch!” A small bell rings and the familiar voice of their mother rings all the way up the hill. They quickly tie off Bucky’s braid before fleeing down the hill.

As they scatter off down the small hill, you take a seat in Bucky’s lap to get a closer look at his new do.

“I like it.”

He just smiles sarcastically and places a kiss upon your lips before patting your ass a little, prompting you to stand, “Come on, let’s eat.”

You nod and take his hand in your own, wincing a little at a sharp pain that shoots down your back and you unknowingly squeeze his hand.

You think you’ve played it off, but the way Bucky’s stopped and looking at you tells you otherwise, “What?”

“It’s nothing. Just another kick. They’ve been at it all morning.” You quickly lie. Well, it could’ve been a kick… a bloody hard one at that- worse than the ones last night, but, this didn’t feel like it.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but doesn’t even wait for a response, “Maybe we should skip lunch-“

“No, I’m starving.” You quickly cut him off, skipping lunch was off the table, “Don’t worry, I felt it last night too and I was fine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” At this point, Bucky knew it was more than just a kick.

“Because I was fine.” You assure him, smiling despite the still small pain that’s rippling throughout your mid section, “I’m okay.”

He didn’t believe you, but he knew better than to deny you.

All day, Bucky had been extra cautious around you. As if he wasn’t enough already.

He treated you like you were fine China and as much as you loved him, sometimes you just wanted to sit down without him having to build a whole entire scaffold unit around you. Because that’s what it felt like he was doing.

He kept his hand on your stomach every chance he got, to feel for himself now because at this point he knew you weren’t 100% telling the truth.

But you were fine now! Sure, in the morning it was uncomfortable and a little painful, but now you felt fine!

You tried to convince him so, but he just eyed you like he didn’t believe you. Even though he said he did.

You just wanted to show him that you were fine. And what better way than sex. It was the only thing that would convince him and also get his mind off it all.

Kissing him hungrily, you grab his hand that had been rubbing at your stomach nearly all day.

“You’re gonna give me rub burn.” You mutter into the kiss.

“It’s just so nice to touch. So warm, so round.”

“You better enjoy it while it lasts. Can’t do it for like three months after.” He groans to himself, almost whining at the thought before getting to work.

Bullet = dodged.

The next morning, the pain had returned. It must just be a morning thing, you had concluded. It was quite bad, but you managed to hide it while Bucky took a shower, because that was when the brunt of it hit.

It got to the point where you had to grip the table. It was bad. But, you guessed this was just the serum aspect of the pregnancy.

You still had approximately a week left until you would give birth. Not long at all. It was all planned out though, so that gave you closure. You had a room all set up, you had met all the doctors, the midwife. The process.

You also found that the cramps you were getting, were much worse sitting down and that movement helped to ease it off a little.

Getting up was the worst part though because if a cramp hit whilst in the middle of getting up, you would probably be on the floor.

You waited until another one passed before standing up, not too quick but just quick enough before another one was able to hit. All clear.

Deciding to not look suspicious just standing up in the middle of the room, you picked up the laundry basket and headed for the door.

You hummed to yourself and in the process, didn’t even hear Bucky exit the bathroom from his shower.

“What’re you doing?”

“Just gonna hang the washing.” You said simply, balancing the basket on one hip as you blindly slipped your outside shoes on. You could hardly see what you were doing below your bump because your stomach was so big.

Bucky immediately approached you and took the basket from you, “Let me do it.”

You whined as he left you to go hang the washing, but followed him nonetheless, “Why won’t you let me do anything?” You rubbed your stomach, trailing behind him.

“You’re too fragile.” He said. You just rolled your eyes and looked at him sadly, hoping that it would make him change his mind. It’s not that you wanted to do the laundry, the physicality of it would obviously be a bitch, but you just missed home and hanging the laundry was one thing that would at least make you feel normal again, and also cramps, “You can hand me the pegs.” He offers and you don’t argue with that, “But sit down while you do it.”

You roll your eyes as you follow him out of the house and over to the clothes line where the basket of pegs sit. He picks it up for you and hands it to you, eyeing the chair, a silent plea for you to sit.

You notice how you hadn’t gotten a cramp since you’d stood and that maybe it had finally passed as per usual. It usually did after a few hours so maybe you got lucky.

Plus, the rocking chair had movement so even if you did get cramps, they wouldn’t be as bad.

As you go to sit, you kind of just crash down into the seat to get it over with. “Ah-“ You gasp, your hand instinctively flying to your stomach as you adjust to the uncomfortable position of the chair. It’s a long one and you grimace as you try and steady your breath. You look up at Bucky, who’s head almost flung off with how hard he whipped it around, “I’m fine!” You manage to breath out.

His eyes are wide and for a second you’re scared. You’ve been caught and you know what he’s thinking.

Without a word, he gets his phone out of his back pocket, “I’m getting Shuri.”

“No! Buck, I’m fine. We still have a week-“

“You could be early!”

“But I’m not, so we’re fine.” You hand him a peg now and he just purses his lips.

He doesn’t believe you. But he gives in and resumes his work. The last thing he wants is for you to be stressed right now, but his stress levels are coming in ten fold.

You feel the next wave of pain wash over you and you try so hard not to let it show, but you fail miserably. You whimper softly, gulping to try and hold it in but your shaking hands that are gripping the arms of the chair aren’t doing you any justice.

Bucky just shakes his head as you eye him warningly, coming to your side, “You’re telling me you’re not having contractions right now?”

“No, I’m not having contractions.” You tell him confidently, gripping the arms of the chair to stand, but Bucky basically hoists you up anyway, “I just need to walk around for a bit-“

Before you can even take a step, another one hits you and you almost fall to your knees if it weren’t for Bucky at your side.

You look up at him now, swallowing a nervous breath before admitting, “Maybe I’m having contractions.”

Bucky had called Shuri whilst you sat back in the chair. You told him you didn’t want to go back inside and that you needed a bit of air. Just as well too, because even from outside you could hear him fumbling around inside looking for everything you needed.

Within the next minute or so, Shuri had arrived in a whole ass jet thing. It was real flash looking too, way better than the quinjet. So much so, it almost distracted you from the debilitatingly painful waves that came about every 3 minutes and the fact that you were literally about to give birth to this baby.

When you had landed, a wheelchair was waiting for you at the end of the ramp and they wheeled you off into the building and towards your designated hospital room, Bucky hot on your trail.

They quickly got to work in setting you up on the bed. There was so much going on, so many people, you started to grow anxious. Like… really fucking anxious.

“She’s just about ready.” Your midwife tells Bucky after propping your legs up on the stands, “The contractions are only a few minutes apart, and she’s dilated about 7cm.”

“What? But she’s only been having contractions for like 10 minutes.”

“The Super Soldier wants out.” Shuri states, a hint of a reminder to both you and Bucky that this wasn’t the usual pregnancy. This baby was coming out and it was coming out now.

While the nurses and doctor gather their tools, your grip on Bucky’s hand tightens as you call his name desperately, “Bucky,” He looks to you worriedly, even more worried to see you about to cry, “Buck, I don’t think I can do it.” You shake your head.

Fear. Pure fear. You were so, so scared. And the nervous glances you caught between the nurses weren’t doing you any justice.

It had dawned on you too that in the search for information on whether giving birth to a super soldier baby was life-threatening, you had come up empty handed. You could very-well die in just a few minutes.

“Are you crazy? Of course you can.” Bucky kisses your forehead. but it doesn’t help like it should.

“I’m so scared.” You cry, grabbing both of his hands now, “If… if things go wrong and you can’t save me, promise me you’ll take care of them…”

“Honey, you’re in great hands. Everything’s gonna be okay-“

“Don’t wait for me, don’t think that you’re betraying me. Just give them all the love you could ever give-“

“Stop. Don’t say those things.” He begins to cry now, “I cant imagine my life without you. I don’t want to.” You can’t either. And it’s why you’re breaking down so hard right now.

“I can’t do it, Buck.” You repeat, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision, so that you could at least clearly see Bucky’s beautiful face one last time.

“You absolutely can.” He presses his forehead to yours, “It won’t be long. It’ll be over before you know it, I’ll be here the whole time, and soon we can meet our baby.” He promises and you inhale a shaky breath and nod hopefully, “Besides, you kinda have to. All our friends turned up.”

You furrowed your brows and looked to the window of the room that led to the hall. There all your friends were with bright smiles on their faces, Steve and Sam offering encouraging thumbs ups.

Bruce and Helen had also just walked through the doors of your room, in full medical gear. Not to discredit the Wakandan doctors at all! But you just felt secure now that they were here.

Once you were all plugged in, and monitored, and finally measured, Shuri gave the ok.

“Okay, it’s time to push.”

Bucky didn’t think he’d ever feel this way. He never thought this could happen to him. Or ever would.

A baby. His baby. A baby he shared with someone he loved.

You.

You and the baby. His girls.

The first cry of the baby when she had come out had been the best thing to ever grace Bucky’s ears. The gasp that left your lips afterwards the second.

You were alive and the baby was okay.

It was long, hard, painful 10 minutes. You had practically accepted the idea that you could die. That you would never see Bucky again. That you would never see any of your friends again. That you would never have gotten to meet your baby.

But here you were. Your baby in your arms and Bucky by your side- and all your friends around you, all ogling at the newest member of the team.

“Whats her name?” Natasha asks, stepping closer.

“We don’t know yet.” Bucky answers, his eyes never leaving his daughter.

“Tonya.” Tony suggests and everyone rolls their eyes.

Steve was the first of your friends to hold her, being the god father and all. His smiled reached his ears at the small child of his two best friends.

Seeing everyone else hold her and just marvel at how great she was made you realise how lucky you were to still be here. How lucky your baby would be surrounded by all these great people.

And for Bucky.

Though he was absolutely terrified of holding her, something inside him knew that he could never hurt her. When he did hold her, he never wanted to let her go. He barely took his eyes off her. He made a promise to himself that he was never going to let so much as a hair on her head be out of place.

You and Bucky lay together in your hospital bed, spooning each other as you face your baby in her cot.

She was perfect. You think she looked like Bucky but he thought she looked like you.

“She’s so beautiful.” Bucky mutters, “I don’t want to sleep because then I can’t keep her safe.”

“You’ll always keep her safe.” You bring your hand back to stroke his cheek.

Looking around the room, you gaped at the amount of flowers and gifts left for you. One particular bundle that caught your eye was a gift basket from the village. You couldn’t exactly tell what was in it, but what you could see was a few small daisies shoved in between the weaves of the basket.

You smiled thinking of Akina. You knew she was most likely the culprit of those flowers. You still kept the first bunch of daisies she ever gave you- dried up though they were, you had pressed them in a book to keep them forever.

Daisies had always been your favourite.

“I kinda like Daisy.” You speak out of nowhere, and Bucky hums, “For a name? Maybe Daisy May.” You turn to look at Bucky and he smiles.

“Daisy May Barnes.” You smile at the added last name. Daisy May Barnes. Yes, that was the one. You nod with a look that silently asks if he likes it, “Whatever you want Mrs. Barnes.”

“Don’t say that until it’s true, I don’t wanna jinx it.” You softly slap his shoulder before looking back at your baby. Marriage was a different chapter and you’d cross that bridge when it came to it.

Unless of course… Bucky had different plans.

“Well, then…” He sighs, fishing around in his pocket before pulling out a small box. You furrow your brows, unbelieving in what you think is happening. He pops open the box and there sits a ring. Staring back at you, almost mocking you. “Will you marry me?”

You dart your eyes from the ring to Bucky multiple times, unable to keep your mouth shut as you gape like a fish. You can’t find the words and even if you did, you’re sure you’ve forgotten how to speak.

But the answer was clear.

The very short, but painfully long 5 months that you had just endured carrying his baby made him realise just how much he loves you. Not that he ever doubted it before, but now, he didn’t ever want to let you go.

You swiftly turned to face him and placed a long, loving kiss on his lips. You ended up smiling halfway through, both out of happiness and thinking about how long Bucky had been carrying out the clunky box.

He’d explained how he bought it ever since he found out you were pregnant. When exactly he would propose, he had no idea but he brought it with him to Wakanda just in case.

And he was so glad he did. When he went searching for your hospital bag during your contractions, he remembered it and dug around in his luggage for it. He amply shoved it in his pocket and forgot about it ever since, until he laid in bed and felt it dig into his hip.

Bit of a plot twist in the chapter, but nothing you were complaining about as you stared at the ring. There was nothing more you could ask for.

Just about two years later.

Daisy turns in your lap towards the hallway as her hearing picks up the arrival of her father back from the mission.

“Whos that?” You bounce her in your lap and she stands to go check it out for herself.

Wanda and Nat smile down at her as she carefully walks over to the hallway.

“Daddy!” Nearly everyone in the compound smiles at her tiny voice that echoes down the hallway.

Bucky enters the compound living room with her in his arms and you stand to give him a kiss.

“Back in one piece.” You state as you scan him for any hidden injuries.

“Miss me?”

“Of course.”

He turns his attention to Daisy now who’s poking at his cheek, “Hi, my angel.”

She looks behind him as her favourite Uncle/Godfather comes into view.

“Steve!” She yells, pointing a finger at him and he stops in his tracks and dramatically smiles at her.

Bucky hands her to him as he lifts her up and her giggles ring through the room.

As Sam follows behind Steve, he smiles and puts his hands out, gesturing for her to call his name like she just did with Steve, “Sam!” He says himself and Daisy just giggles because she knows exactly what she’s doing, “Oh, come on.”

Bucky places a kiss to her small head as the compound laughs at her cheeky antics that they’ve all experienced at least once, “That’s my girl.”

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oh my godddd this literally took forever 😭😭😭 but i’m so happy with it! i hope it’s not too confusing bc i feel like i jump to different days a lot but if u have any questions like literally just ask i’m happy to answer any and all!

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2 years ago

yum yum

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pairing: dad!chris evans x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, rpf

summary: chris's fan spot him with his family one lovely evening.

- blurb

"is that chris fucking evans?!" a girl shouts, her hand over her mouth as she bumps her elbow to the boy standing beside her. "holy- that's him and y/n!" she starts bouncing on her spot, taking her phone out of her purse to snap a picture of the couple who stand by an ice cream cart.

"should we say hi?" she looks over to her friend, who gives her an encouraging smile, however it fades and the girl glances back at the couple, where now, three children stand laughing as chris smears their little faces with ice cream. the girl wears a shocked impression on her face, it was the first time she had actually seen chris's and y/n's children, the couple preferred to keep them out of the public eyes.

from what the two teens see, the little boy who is propped on y/n's hip completely looks like chris's mini-me, which is utterly adorable. the two girls' which stand by chris's leg, seem to have chris's eyes and nose but hair like their mother's. as the little girl collects her ice cream, she notices the two teens and send a shy wave, pulling on y/n's dress skirt and pointing at the two.

y/n smiles, holding her son's hand in her own to send a wave. "who is tha' mama?" y/s/n asks, hiding his face into his mother's neck as the teenagers wave back. he was a shy, mama's boy.

"those are daddy's fans," y/n replies, kissing her son's head and collecting his ice cream from the man behind the cart. "thank you, ice cream man!" y/s/n exclaims happily, taking the cone from his mother's hand in haste.

"good manners, bub." chris grins, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he sees his son's face messed with chocolate and sprinkles. "take your time,you don't want to get a brain freeze." chris says, using a tissue to wipe his son's mouth, he does the same to his little girls', who seem to be devouring their strawberry ice cream gleefully.

"now, what flavor do you want, sweetheart?" chris glances behind him when he does not hear your reply, he lets out a laugh with an admirable smile. y/s/n has his ice cream smushed against your lips while he tells you, "c'mon mama, eat 'cream," he whines. y/s/n grins when you take a small lick, clapping his hand as he does so.

y/s/n catches chris's eyes on him and calls his dad over. "you too dada! come eat 'creams, it's yum yum," he nods his head while licking and pushing the cone chris's direction. a loud heart thumping laugh sounding from the boy as chris took a big lick. "very yum yum," chris says. and well it was not a minute later his two daughter's were asking their father and mother to try theirs.

the sight of the family has the teens in awe.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart Masterlist

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart

Summary: Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut (some of which is dubcon), Dark!themes, abuse, drinking, drug use, mobster activities, etc.

A/N: I started this story on AO3 first (you can read it here), but now I have decided to post it here as well! It does feature Dark!Bucky and Dark!Steve, and it does get pretty dark and abusive and twisted, so please don’t read if that isn’t your thing! I will have more specific warnings at the start of every chapter!

Exerpt:

“Sweetheart,” Steve pins her with a sharp look, that muscle in his jaw ticking, “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

“You said not to go out the front door,” she says defiantly, lips set in a pout, “You didn’t say anything about the window.”

Bucky is immediately on edge from the dark, feral look in Steve’s eyes. Without warning, Steve grabs her by the upper arm, dragging her over to the sofa, and yanking her down to lay over his lap. She’s too shocked for anything to come out of her mouth except for an indignant little shriek.

“If you want to act like a little brat,” Steve growls, “Then I’m sure as shit gonna treat you like one.” He looks up at Bucky, who is still standing in the middle of the living room. “How many, Buck?”

“How many?”

“How many times should I spank her? How many does she deserve?”

Well, Bucky has to stop and think that one through.

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2 years ago

Hello, Lovelies 🌸 You can find all my Stucky works under the cut. For my other Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters fics, you can check out my main Masterlist. If you would like to be tagged when I post new fics just let me know. My requests are open although it may take a while for me to be able to write.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

A Taste of Summer

Summary: You can’t think of a better to start your summer than to get railed by Ari. Who cares if he’s your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: Mean DBF!Ari x reader

Warnings: Smut, creampies, jealous/possessive Ari, rough smut, forced exhibitionism (reader is into it though), bratty reader, praise kink, size kink, spanking, slight degradation, age gap, ari is 6'6".

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Second official sinday drabble, unbeta’d and written on my phone. Comments and reblogs are cherished.

|Masterlist|Ari Levinson Masterlist|Library| ☕️

For as long as you can remember, it’s been a family tradition to kick off summer with a small get-together in your backyard. Your dad is adamant that everyone shows up. He called you three times yesterday to make sure you were still on your way. Of course, you would never miss the chance to attend the party, it’s a fun occasion with good music, even better food and one thing you can’t find anywhere else, especially not at your college.

Ari Levison.

He’s the best thing about these parties. Always has been. Sure, he’s your dad’s best friend, but frankly, that makes you want him even more. The semi-retired boxer is sex on legs and the reason you have a drawer full of toys beside your bed.

Standing in your childhood bedroom, the sounds of boisterous conversations and steaks sizzling on the grill float through your open window with the warm summer breeze. Notes of freshly cut grass and barbecue follow, sweeping across your face, and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, you love the smell of summer.

Slipping the wide strap of your new summer dress over your shoulder, you stare at your reflection. You look incredible. It was worth the three hours you spent in the mall, dragging Wanda and Monica through store after store until you found the right one.

The soft, lacy material fits your body perfectly, enhancing your curves, the top cinches under your breasts, pushing them up. And the color makes your skin glow. And if you had any anxieties about wearing it, they were wiped away after Bucky got a look at you in it. Your roommate’s eyes bulged out of his head and he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan when he asked you to twirl for him.

Hearing a familiar deep voice, you pad to your window, leaning on the frame as you pull on your sandal. Parting the sheer curtains with your fingers, you easily find the one man you’re constantly seeking out. At 6’6" he’s taller than every person in the yard.

“Damn,” your eyes widen as they rake over his massive frame.

Even from a distance, he looks like a greek god come to life. Long legs that go on forever, his large hands flying through the air as he talks to your dad. A faded blue towel casually thrown over his bare shoulder. Water drips off his tanned, lightly freckled chest, thin rivulets that lead down to the waistband of his black swimming trunks, they cling to his thick muscular thighs, emphasizing just how big he is.

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simpforsebastianstan06

3 years ago

😻🔥

Sweet Tooth 》 Chris Evans x Reader

a/n: uh oh, here goes the smut haaaaa

summary: You and Chris have a sweet tooth...

warnings: 18+, smut, oral male receiving, fingering, mature language

The sweet tooth you both had in your current state was beginning to consume each of you. You glanced at the fridge, Chris’ eyes zeroing in on the pantry door. Stealing a glance at the other, you licked your lips; desperately craving it. You could see the look that came across Chris’ face, that he was also craving something, but he hadn’t quite specified.

“Ice cream?” He asked although his eyes were still settled on the pantry door.

“Fruit?” You counteracted, your item of choice being on the colder side, but it definitely wasn’t fruit.

Dodger was lying on the floor, watching as the two of you had a stare-off with the fridge and pantry before you both bolted out of your seats. Chris raced into the pantry while you jerked open the refrigerator door, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth.

When you grabbed the fresh can of whipped cream, you saw Chris walking out of the pantry with the chocolate syrup.

“Whipped cream?” He nodded his head to the can settled in your grasp.

You scoffed.

“Chocolate syrup?” You retorted. Chris looked down at the fresh bottle, the plastic still encasing the closed nozzle.

Suddenly, both of your eyes lit up with a new idea.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Chris asked you and you grinned.

“Does it involve making a mess?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Without even agreeing, you knew it was his exact thoughts by the way he clambered up the stairs, rushing to follow in behind him.

You each made it into your shared bedroom. Chris already began tearing off his shirt while you unfastened the button to your shorts, urgently pushing them down before you discarded your shirt into the pile where Chris’ clothes were. You marveled at the sight of his body, his toned exterior, already licking your lips at the thought of licking whipped cream off of those abs.

You hurried to close the bedroom door as Chris started yanking the fresh sheets off of the bed, he knew how messy you two could get. You giggled wildly as you rushed to grab a hair tie and pull your hair back. By the time you two were finished, Chris was in nothing but his boxers, you wearing a matching bra and panty set.

“Who goes first?” You asked.

Chris laid his palm flat before forming a fist and settling it on the top of his hand, making your mouth open slightly.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” You asked your husband with a hand on your hip. “What are we? Five?”

Chris glared at you momentarily but smiled once you replicated his hand placement.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You both said in unison, Chris throwing rock as you threw out paper, making you scream for victory. You heard him groan. “And I wanted to lick chocolate syrup off your ass, first!” He whined, but you giggled immensely.

“Lay back, pretty boy.” You winked, placing your hand on his rock-hard chest, tossing him back.

Grabbing the can of whipped cream off of the bedside table, you shook it up and removed the top, throwing some back into your mouth, not forgetting to release a moan as Chris’ blue eyes marveled at the sight of you.

Giggling, you placed the tip of the can at his mouth to which he gladly opened, allowing you to squeeze some into his mouth, making him smile at you.

Trailing a line of whipped cream from the middle of his pecs, down his abs, leaving some at the hem of his boxers, you licked your lips in utter excitement. This would definitely be the cure to your sweet tooth. Using a skilled mix of your lips and tongue, you first dragged your tongue across his neck as you placed sweet kisses, earning a groan of delight from Chris’ mouth as you slowly moved further down.

Your tongue lapped across each of his pecs, using your teeth to gently graze his skin and leave it red where his tattoos were. You smirked to yourself when your eyes glanced up to see Chris’ oceanic orbs rolling. Smiling in pure delight, you slicked your tongue down the middle of his pecs, lapping up the whipped cream into your mouth as you moaned at the taste, the coolness feeling so good on your tongue.

“Oh, Chris,” You moaned aloud, causing him to reach behind his head and grip the headboard, his biceps flexing.

“Fuck, babe,” Chris hissed under his breath as you circled across his abs, your tongue swirling as you licked up each bit of the cream, continuing to moan ever so gently, just enough to make Chris go crazy beneath you. Your eyes watched him. He turned his head down to eye you as he saw you beginning to hook your fingers underneath the hem of his boxers.

Sliding them down his legs, you felt that all too familiar heartbeat pulse in your core at the sight of Chris’ long, hard, thick… You closed your eyes imagining what he could be doing to you right now; more so what you were going to do to him.

Taking the can of whipped cream, Chris saw that little glint in your eyes, the one you managed to create when you were excited. He noticed the dilation of your pupils as you looked up at him, sucking your bottom lip in as you anticipated your next move.

“Are you?” Chris asked when he saw you finish shaking the can. “Are you actually about to” - Just as he was getting the words out, he heard the spraying of the can. You placed a line of whipped cream along the length of him, grinning as though you were a child in a candy store. Chris’ body jumped underneath you, the coldness of the pasteurized contents settling on his most sensitive area.

“Babe!” Chris called out to you as you nestled your mouth over his member, licking up the whipped cream. You saw from the corner of your eye his head falling back against the pillows as his hand that was still gripping the headboard tightened, a moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth as you sucked along him in the utmost perfect way. Placing your hand around his shaft, you jerked him off, noting the obvious pre-cum beginning to seep from his tip, making you a wild woman.

As one hand pumped, you sprayed a touch of whipped cream along his tip, before taking him into your mouth, earning a string of curse words to fall from his mouth.

“Shit!” He cried out as his hips bucked against you. “Oh, baby, yes, fuck you’re such a good girl,” Chris moaned, making you only go faster and a touch harder as you could feel him nearly on the verge of collapse. You moaned around him, the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves through Chris’ body as he cried out for you. Before long, you spluttered as you let the tip touch the back of your throat, the obvious sound making him go right over the edge.

With one simple buck of his hips and the slick movement of your hand along his shaft, you felt as the warm liquid began pouring into your mouth, Chris’ breaths heavy as you swallowed him sweetly. As he finished his orgasm, you giggled, pulling yourself off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes as you sprayed another touch of the whipped cream into your mouth.

“Mmm,” You moaned. “Something about whipped cream mixed with you just tastes… so good.” You groaned.

Chris released his hands from the headboard and attacked you, forcing your back into the mattress as you cried out in laughter, his mouth connecting to yours.

“I bet you had fun, didn’t you?” He asked as he kissed your breasts, making you groan against him.

“You didn’t?” You called out to your husband, slapping him playfully. Chris picked his head back up and planted his lips directly on yours as he smirked.

“Oh, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… watching you suck my dick while enjoying a treat? Yes, it was amazing. But I think it’s my turn now…” He trailed, reaching over to grab the bottle of chocolate syrup and quickly removing your panties, tossing them into your already made pile of clothes.

You gasped when you felt Chris flip you over onto your stomach as he slapped your ass, earning a yelp from you that made waves of pleasure course through your body. “You like that, baby girl?” Chris growled into your ear as you heard him undo the plastic off of the top. You giggled to yourself.

“Yes sir, I do,” You moaned in response before you were the one to jump at the strange feeling. Chris began to drizzle the chocolate syrup across the line of your back, adding it to your ass cheeks. You hummed as you felt Chris’ naked body pressed against yours. He kissed your shoulders and in between the blades as he dragged his tongue across your back.

Arching your back ever so slightly at the feeling of his warm tongue drawing lines across your delicate skin, it was your turn to reach for the headboard and grip, especially as Chris began licking along your ass cheeks, sucking and biting as he gave it a harsh slap earning a scream from you. You were a moaning mess as you felt his fingers slick through the wetness of your folds before he pulled your ass to him.

You stretched out with your bottom directly in the air, giving Chris access. He grunted at the sight of you, feeling as you were practically dripping onto his fingers. He used his fingers to encircle your clit, rubbing in such a way that made your face fall into the pillows as you cried out in pleasure.

Groaning heavily, you felt Chris’ middle and ring fingers plunge themselves in between your slit, your fingers gripping the headboard even tighter as he used his free hand to massage your breasts, his fingers flicking against your hardened buds.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he pushed them deeper inside of you, his teeth grazing your back.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked you. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” He moaned against your ear as you could feel your core begin to tighten. You never had to tell Chris you were close; he could physically feel your walls contracting around him. He also could tell based on the whimpers that poured from your mouth, you desperately wanted to cum all over his hand.

“Mmm, Chris, I’m close,” You moaned breathlessly into the air. You already knew he was smirking behind you as you felt his breath in your ear.

“Cum all over my fingers, pretty girl,” He whispered. Once you received his cue, your orgasm took over your body as you cried out, screaming Chris’ name into the bedroom as he pumped his fingers further into you, hitting your g-spot with such precision that it had you a blubbering mess. Not to mention, the way his thumb tapped against your sensitive clit sent you into pure overdrive as you rocked your hips against his hand, his smile wide across his face.

As he removed his fingers from you, he allowed you to turn over. The slick evidence of your strong orgasm encased itself around Chris’s fingers and he smiled. Pulling your own move from earlier, he squeezed a touch of chocolate syrup into his mouth before he sucked every one of his fingers, moaning, watching as your eyes widened in pure ecstasy.

“Mm, baby girl, you tasted so good.” He said deeply.

“Oh,,” You gasped. “That’s what it looked like?” You smiled, eyes blown wide with euphoria.

Chris grinned, licking his lips as he saw his fingers were cleaned of you.

He leaned forward and nestled himself in between your legs, pressing his lips against yours. Tangling your arms around his neck, you held him close to your chest.

“We tasted like pastries,” You giggled, Chris staring at you.

“Pastries? I’d simply just go for thick whipped cream and warm chocolate syrup.”

You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes. You could feel the stickiness of the chocolate syrup beginning to form, even if Chris had licked it all up. You sat up, Chris staring at you.

“My ass and back are sticky,” You muttered with a giggle.

“Yeah, my dick’s kinda sticky, and it’s not because of the cu-,” - You slapped him once again as you rolled off of your shared bed. Chris laughed at you, standing up himself, knowing exactly where you two were headed.

“Round two in the shower?” You winked.

Chris immediately ran in behind you as you two entered the en-suite bathroom, both of your laughs filling the air as you started the water, your lips already pressing together

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A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Do I wanna know? | masterlist

summary: yelena belova wants revenge for her sister and y/n is, for the first time, able to give her word to someone she cares about and so she has a new mission: kill the winter soldier. Easy, right? no absolutely not, because the more that she tries to kill bucky, the closer he is to finding the assassin he can’t stop thinking about.

you would think that someone holding a knife against your throat would be enough for you to lose interest but apparently, it’s not on either y/n’s or bucky’s book. hating each other and lying to themselves isn't really nice and neither is being chased by old enemies while they have clandestine meetings, but what can they do about it?

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