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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Wait, What? 2

Bucky x pregnant reader, Avengers x reader (platonic)

A/N: A little back story for you and Bucky + the birth of baby Barnes! Did I throw away all my wips to write a quick part two of this? Yes, yes I did. Did anyone ask for this? Nah. Thank you to @slutforsexyseabass for the original concept and @xcaptain-winterx for sparking this idea for me, I live for this au.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, swearing, pregnancy

Word count: 3.1k

Part 3?

You woke up, feeling like you were by a furnace, your husband’s thick arm slung around your growing tummy. Bucky stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer to him as best as he could in the small hospital bed. You smiled, kissing his forehead softly before gently wiggling out of his hold, not wanting to wake him. The team sat around the waiting room, grinning as you took a seat beside them. Steve handed you a steaming mug of your favourite chamomile tea which you always drank each night when you lived at the compound.

“You guys waited here?” You hummed at the way the tea relaxed your nerves; you had been on edge ever since Bucky had been taken to the hospital.

“Obviously,” Nat sassed, pulling your hand to inspect the ring that sat on your finger, “He definitely has taste” she grinned, admiring the simple gold band with a round cut diamond and two smaller diamonds on either side.

“I mean we can see that, given his taste in women,” Tony smirked, still trying to wrap his head around how you had not only dated Bucky for 4 years but been married to him for 2. “Also, you still have to explain so much, how did this even start, Mrs. Barnes”

“Yup, I’m curious too” Steve smiled, shaking his head thinking about every time Bucky took a detour during their jogs, assuming he just needed alone time, clearly not.

You giggled, “I’m really sorry you guys had to find out this way, we wanted to tell you closer to the due date. It’s been killing him, having to hide everything from all you”

“Don’t sweat it, now spill”

4 years ago

2:50 am

You groaned in your bed, tossing and turning for a good four hours before accepting sleep would never come. Now you were just bored waiting for the hours to pass by. You scrolled through you phone landing on a muffin recipe; you weren’t accomplishing anything in bed right now anyway. You made your way down to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as they landed on a beefy broody figure sitting at the kitchen counter. His long hair covered his face as he sipped on some coffee, his body tensing as you entered the kitchen.

You knew Bucky was having a hard time adjusting, usually locked away in his room, only leaving if he was by Steve’s side. You decided not to say anything, letting him drink his coffee while you pulled out the ingredients you needed for the muffins. Bucky watched you curiously, relaxing a little when you didn’t try to talk to him. You were in your own little world, flitting around the kitchen, measuring and mixing, placing liners in the muffin pan before pouring the batter in. You sat at the counter across from him, scrolling on your phone waiting for the oven timer to go off.

Bucky wasn’t one to look at women, he wasn’t Bucky from the 40’s anymore. Still, he couldn’t help sneaking a few glances as you sat across from him, your messy bed head, your over sized t-shirt with a faded picture of Minnie mouse, your tired eyes, the way your nose scrunched when you giggled at whatever your were watching. He appreciated that you hadn’t tried to bother him, giving him his space; he hadn’t felt this comfortable with anyone else other than Steve.

You got up from the stool as the oven dinged, grabbing the hot muffins and placing them on a cooling rack. You wordlessly pushed one in front of Bucky, setting the rest away in a container for the team in the morning before heading back to your room. It was the best fucking thing he ever ate.

It started becoming a regular occurrence; you’d bake while Bucky sat and drank his coffee or read a book. You had your first conversation after he mumbled a quiet thank you, trying his best not to moan, biting into the chocolate chip muffin. “I- uh, these are so good” You froze, surprised he continued talking, hiding your shock with a soft smile. “So so good”

“Thank you James” You giggled as he inhaled the muffin in less than 2 bites. “Call me Bucky”

Over the next few months, your night time conversations became something you continued in each other’s arms at when everyone else was asleep. Bucky would sneak in and out of your room, whispering sweet nothings, falling asleep peacefully, relishing in the warmth of your bare skin wrapped against his. You noticed a change in him after your first night together as he stroked your hair, his mind tormented as he stared at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I love you doll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his heart racing as he rolled on top of you letting his body weight rest on you. “I love you so much”

You kissed his forehead, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks as his lip trembled. “I love you too Bucky, so so much, what’s wrong baby”

Bucky let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on yours. Falling in love with you was not something he anticipated, and being with you meant people after him would now target you as well.

“I- fuck- we can’t be together doll, I won’t live with myself if something happens to you because of me”

You sat up shaking your head, holding his face firmly in your hands making him look at you. “I don’t care, I love you”

“Baby, its too danger-

“No. Do you love me?”

“More than anything y/n, you’re my everything babydoll”

“And you’re mine. I love you James”

You’d both decided to keep the relationship a secret, only interacting with each other on missions when necessary. He knew he wanted to marry you right then and there.

2 years later in Louisiana

You both walked hand in hand by the lake, giggling over the latest excuse Bucky had given Sam and Steve to sneak away so he could be with you instead. It wasn’t really difficult, he gave them a grumpy stare until they left, giggling like a school boy afterwards when he texted you to meet him by the pier. You watched the sunset, as your arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat was erratic but he gazed at you with calm blue eyes.

“Y/n”

“mm?”

He closed his eyes resting his forehead on yours, taking a deep breath before taking your hand in his, getting down on one knee.

“Um, I- I’m not great with words but you make my heart complete y/n. You’ve been my light, my absolute everything, I never felt like I belonged here, in this time or deserved this kind of love but you changed all of th-that,” Bucky’s voice cracked as you choked out a sob, clinging onto his hand. He chuckled, struggling to hold back tears himself.

“Baby, if you cry, I’ll start crying,” Bucky sniffled as you whimpered, nodding for him to continue. “I love you so much, y/n”

“Even when I first wake up?”

Bucky chuckled nodding his head, “Especially when you first wake up with your messy bed head” “Even if I steal all your sweaters?”

“I want to run out of sweaters because you keep taking them”

You giggled between sobs, as Bucky pulled out a small black velvet box with a beautiful golden ring.

“Y/n y/l/n, I promise baby I’ll protect you for as long as I breathe, I’ve wanted this for so long. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

You flung your arms around Bucky, knocking him over as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you. He slipped the ring on your finger, peppering your face with kisses all over, “Let’s get married tomorrow? Right here?” You sat up, butterflies erupting in your tummy with excitement.

“How Buck?”

“I’ll figure it out, say yes baby; I don’t want to marry you anywhere else”

The soft white material of your wedding dress flowed in the breeze as you stood hand in hand with Bucky, in front of the wedding officiant, the same sweet elderly man who worked at the floral shop you got your bouquet from. Your hair was in soft waves eyes glistening looking at your gorgeous soon to be husband in his black suit. You whispered your vows to each other, exchanging your rings, kissing each other sweetly, excited to start your life together.

4 months ago

“Fuck baby, right there Bucky”

You whined under him as his hips rocked into you, struggling to keep your moans low. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, desperate to feel all of him after he came from a particularly long mission away from you. As soon as everyone was asleep, he was in your room, clothes thrown on the floor, no teasing, nothing separating you. You spread your legs for him as he lay on top of you, pushing his cock in, stretching you perfectly every time.

“Needed this babygirl, needed this so fucking bad” Bucky moaned into your neck, his arms wrapped around you holding you close to him. He wanted to make love to you slowly, feel every inch of your skin, breathe in your scent. “I missed you so much”

“I-I love you” You held his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, swallowing his moans as his thrusts sped up.

“Just like that baby, James please” Buck groaned feeling the way you fluttered around his cock, your nails clawing down his back desperate to be as close to him as possible. He pinned your hands against the bed, grinding his cock into you making you cry out as your came undone under him. “Fuck I love you, I love you” Your walls squeezed and milked his cock, making it difficult for him to move.

“I love you too baby, so fucking much” His forehead rested on yours as he started to feel his climax build, “Baby, fuck you feel so good” He bit own on your shoulder to keep from moaning loudly, stilling as he spilled his cum into you, not bothering to pull out.

3 weeks later

You stared at the ceiling as Bucky lay beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Y/n?”

He looked up at you, your eyes looking off into the distance, as his hand cupped your face to look at him. You wanted this more than anything but you never discussed anything and you didn’t know how Bucky would take it.

“What’s on your mind baby?” You shook your head, hoping to avoid the conversation but Bucky persisted. “y/n? You swallowed thickly, your eyes stinging with tears unsure of how to get the words out. “You’re scaring me baby, tell me what’s wrong”

You silently took his hand, pressing it on your tummy, blinking up at him. Bucky looked at you for a moment before sitting up wide eyed.

“Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant”

His blue eyes sparkled as he moved to your tummy, kissing you all over, nuzzling his face in, holding you close.

“I’m going to be a dad?” His voice was muffled as he kept his face there, buried in your tummy.

You nodded, tears spilling down your cheeks as Bucky smiled at you with excitement, snuggling into your stomach, sniffling, whispering sweet nothings while you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You’re okay with this Buck?”

Bucky nodded, crawling up to kiss every inch of your face, his body shaking with excitement. You’d shown him love, purpose, everything he could ever dream of and now you were giving him a family.

“More than okay babygirl, thank you, you’ve given me everything”

Present

“And that’s that!” You smiled, watching Steve reach for a box of tissues, passing it around the team as they quickly tried their faces, pretending nothing happened. Except Sam who hiccupped a few times before getting his sobs under control. “Now Bucky comes over when he has time and-

“You’re moving back to the compound now, no if’s, ands or buts” Tony stated, uninterested in any possible excuse you could think of.

“Tony, I can’t-

“Look, we’ll make your room and Bucky’s room into 1 unit. There will be more than enough space for you both and the baby and if you need more than that, we’ll kick capsicle to the next floor and you guys will have the entire area to yourselves”

“But Fury-

“Can suck it” Sam stated, “C’mon, just move back y/n”

“I still have my desk job-

“Fuck that, your job is with us. You have what, 5 months left till your due date?” You nodded and Tony thought for a moment. “Give me a week to get the room ready, Manchurian candidate should be discharged by then and you can move in. Just come back, it’ll be better for you and Barnes can stop pretending to go on jogs just to see you. He walks around like a kicked puppy when Sam decides to tag along and now it makes sense”

You threw your arms around Tony, not wasting another second.

“Okay”

5 months later

“C’mon baby, push, you can do it”

Bucky held your hand as you screamed, searing hot pain shooting through your body as you struggled to push. You gasped; your body exhausted having struggled for the past hour.

“I-I can’t” Your head fell back, tears and sweat pouring down your face. Bucky placed his metal hand on your forehead, stroking your hair as you cried out.

“You can babygirl, almost there, just a bit more”

“It hurts, it fucking hurts Bucky” You whimpered, your body feels like it was being torn open.

“I know angel, almost there”

Your chest heaved as your blood pressure started to drop. Bucky’s eyes stung with tears seeing you in so much pain, looking to Dr.Cho as she checked on you. “You’re doing good y/n, breath in and one big push, almost there”

“You can do it mama, I love you, I love you so much” You screamed out, grasping Bucky’s metal hand, pushing as best as you could, pressure radiating through the lower half of your body.

“That’s the head y/n, keep doing, give me one more” Dr. Cho nodded at you as you took a few deep breathes before pushing again. The sounds of crying filled the room as she placed your baby on your chest. You cradled your tiny son while Bucky cried beside you, kissing you, completely in love with his little baby, his heart completely full. Dr. Cho momentarily took your little one away to clean him up leaving you and Bucky together.

“So proud of you babydoll, I’m so proud of you, you did so good, so fucking good” He kissed your forehead as you leaned against him exhausted, closing your eyes.

“I love you James”

“I love you mama”

Dr. Cho came back, a tiny bundle in her hands. You cradled you baby in your arms, kissing his tiny chubby face. You looked at Bucky, nodding as he hesitated for a moment, taking his son in his arms, cradling him, tears welling in his eyes. “He’s so small”. You smiled at the way Bucky’s huge arms engulfed the baby, making it almost difficult to see he was carrying anything.

“I can’t believe he’s here” Bucky sniffled, kissing his son’s tiny forehead as he sat down beside you, rocking him. Bucky peppered your face with gentle kisses, nuzzling against you, still in shock. “We didn’t talk about names doll”

You giggled, snuggling closer to Bucky as you traced your finger over your sons tiny nose, little pouty lips and a full head of hair, a dark chestnut brown just like his dad’s. “I thought of a name”

Bucky looked at you curiously as you whispered the name you picked. He looked at you, tears brimming his eyes again, “It’s perfect y/n-are you sure doll?”

“After my favourite people” You pulled Bucky down, kissing his nose before taking your son back in your arms.

“How are you feeling, up for some visitors?” Dr. Cho smiled at you as she walked through the door with Steve, Tony, Sam and Nat following behind, with balloons, flowers and gifts in tow. You giggled at the giant floral arrangement Tony set beside you, along with a basket filled with baby clothes.

“I had these made myself” Tony grinned as Bucky picked up a tiny black onesie; the left sleeve dark grey with tiny gold accents resembling Bucky’s arm. A picture of two tiny silver dog tags resembling a chain was printed on the front. Bucky snorted seeing a tiny iron man onesie with a matching bib that said Ironman is the best. “There’s more in your room, we just couldn’t bring all the presents down here” Tony and Thor had custom vibranium and Asgardian baby toys made; keeping in mind the baby would likely have Bucky’s strength early on. Peter had bought a mini library of baby books. Bruce had patented a baby formula specially made for the tiny super soldier.

“Guys, you didn’t have to-

“Shh, yes we did”

Sam placed a soft white wolf and falcon plushie on your lap, grinning at the tiny bundle sleeping in your arms. Nat brought you your favourite bath salts and bubble bath along with a little teddy bear that had a t-shirt with “I love my Aunty Nat” embroidered on the front. Steve held two giant teddy bears that were nearly the size of him, one in a Captain America suit, the other in a black leather jacket with a plush metal arm, along with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The team stood around you cooing at the tiny bundle in your arms.

“So did we decide on a name yet? I heard the name Anthony is pretty popular these days” Tony smirked as Nat groaned smacking his arm. You looked at Bucky before nodding, turning to everyone.

“Meet our son, Steven Grant James Barnes”

Steve gasped, tears welling in his eyes, wiping them away poorly as more continued to spill. His voice cracked as he spoke, hardly above a whisper, “Y-you named him after me?” Bucky nodded, hugging his friend, the one person he had for family before he met you or the team.

“Do you want to hold him?” You smiled as Steve sniffled, taking the tiny bundle in his arms.

“Hey little guy, it’s your Uncle Steve” He cooed, his thumb tracing over the baby’sf features. “U-uncle St-Steve will always protect y-you”. He choked out a sob looking at the tiny baby that was a perfect mix of you and Bucky.

“Actually we wanted to ask you something else”

Steve looked at you both curiously, stuttering ad he spoke “W-what p-punk?”

“Would you- will you be the god father?”

Steve hiccuped a few times before nodding, his body trembling, holding your son close to his chest.

“Alright enough, time for the fun uncle, Uncle Steve needs a moment to get it together” Sam smirked, discreetly wiping his face before picking up the baby, rocking him in his arms, smiling “Hey little man, Steve Junior. You’re gonna have lots of fun with Uncle Sam, I’ll teach you how to fly, I’ll teach you how to throw your uncles shield, we can steal daddy’s arm together ”

“Hey! Steal the shield, leave my arm out of this Tweety bird”

“Yeah, that’s enough, Aunty Nat’s turn” Natasha squealed at the little baby in her arms, blinking away tears, feeling unexpectedly emotional. “Fat”

“Best for last obviously” Tony grinned, looking at the little baby in awe, “Worlds first baby super soldier, Uncle Tony is going to give you the coolest gadgets, and take you to cool parties and buy you everything you want and then you’ll forget all about crying Uncle Steve, flying Uncle Sam and mean Aunty Nat”

“Hey y/n?” Sam smiled at you sheepishly, holding your hand, attempting the same puppy pout Bucky used to get everything he wanted. “When will you bake muffins again?”

You burst out laughing as Tony handed the baby over to Bucky before smacking Sam upside the head.

You snuggled against Bucky, falling asleep as the team continued to take turns passing around the little bundle. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around you as best as he could, the coolness of his metal arm soothing you.

“Baby, you gave me everything”

It was perfect.

Everything was perfect.

Part 3

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natsarrownecklacx · 2 years

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Taken Pt. Four.

Natasha Romanoff x reader. The Avengers x Reader.

Summary- The avengers are your family and you love your family. The only problem is when you join a family their enemies become yours.

Warnings- Kidnapping, slight allusion to torture, Tony not in his finest hour (Yes that is a warning because I love him.)

Word count- 1758

Italics = thoughts.

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Hearing the way the man in front of you refers to your girlfriend makes you laugh. A cold laugh, filled with rage.

His Natalia. How could she ever be his anything? She’s too good for that. Always has been and always will be.

“Do you find me amusing, little girl?” Dreykov questions, displeasure at not being taken seriously clear in his voice. He’s too used to spending time in the company of people who work for him or defenseless children who fear him too much to talk back, and it shows.

He really does believe he is superior to you doesn’t he. Calling you “little girl.” He wishes, you think to yourself, maybe then you’d sit here quietly in fear of him, further boosting his ego. Not now though, not with him talking about your love as if she were “his” in any way.

Anger and defiance flud through you as you answer, without thinking. “Amusing? No. Dim? Yes, incredibly.” You taunt, your laughter filling the room once again as you see the way his face contorts at your words. He looks as though he cannot believe he is being spoken to this way. It must not happen often enough, you think to yourself.

“Care to explain, Pet.” He grits out, saying the last word with more bite than the rest. Slowly, as if he is in no rush, as though he could simply bend time to his will, he gets up from his seat to tower over you. Or at least he tries. His small, tubby body doing nothing to intimidate you.

He wants to remind you of your position here. You're his prisoner. He’s in charge.

Somewhere in the back of your mind alarm bells sound. Mouthing off right now isn’t worth the more then likely punishment later. Only right now you can’t find it in you to care. The rage clouding your brain is pushing those sirens screaming “danger” to the back of your mind. This little shit, this pathetic excuse for a man, who has caused so much pain in the world, has just called YOUR girlfriend, YOUR Natasha, HIS.

Maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones, hell it’s definitely the hormones. Even so, he referred to Natasha, the woman who he caused so much pain and suffering, as “his.” That is simply not okay. His words are filling you with so much rage. Rage that, in this moment, you can not see past.

“Oh, I’d love to.” You answer, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“See, your poor, little, dumb self just referred to MY girlfriend as “your Natalia.” She was never yours. She wasn’t back then and she isn’t now. She was, and remains to be, too good to even share the same air as someone as disgusting as you. She isn’t your anything, other than the person who’s going to kick your ass when she finds me. And she will find me, trust me on that.”

He smiles. He actually smiles at you. A genuine smile. That alone has the alarm bells coming to the forefront of your mind. Oh shit. You think, as your mind clears from the cloud of rage brought upon you. What happened to behaving to keep you both safe huh?

At first you think your little outburst will get you into trouble. Dreykov does not seem like the type to take kindly to someone telling him off, much less someone who he thought would be a scared little girl cowering before him. Oh how wrong he was about that. The one and only reason you are behaving at all is because of your baby. If not for the fact that acting out would bring harm to not only you but your unborn child, you would have lunged at this stuck up ass the second you realized who he was.

Dreykov sighs to himself as he sits back in his chair. He looks as though he finds amusement in your words.

“I can see why Natalia chose you.” He comments, tilting his head to the side slightly, as if analyzing you. Scanning you from head to toe as a butcher would a piece of meat. “You have fire in you, don’t you, little one.”

Then a look flashes in his eyes, one you do not like. It’s a look of realization, then a smug look, like he’s proud of himself for whatever he’s got himself planning in that sick head of his.

“Interesting.” He mumbles to himself, before getting up. “And possibly useful.” He adds before moving toward the door and turning off the light.

As he is about to leave the room, with you left locked inside, you call out to him.

“Wait! You're just going to leave me here, tied down, in the dark?” You ask, trying to hide how you hate the idea but failing as fear creeps in your voice. Noticing this Dreykov smiles, answering. “Think of it as your punishment for talking back, little one. Given the circumstances I think it’s a very generous one.” Just as he is about to close the door fully he adds. “Make no mistake y/n, next time you act as though you have nothing to fear from me I will prove to you just how wrong you are.”

That’s it. After his final parting words Dreykov leaves. You hear as he slots a key into the door and locks it on the outside. Leaving you alone, trapped, in the dark room with nothing but your thoughts. As the darkness surrounds you, you let silent tears slip past your eyes. “Please come soon, Nat.” You whisper into the room, voice trembling from the tears you halfheartedly try to hold back. “I’m scared.”

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“What’s the ETA for y/n’s location?” Tony asks, for what must be the tenth time since they’ve taken off. His leg bounces as he waits for Natasha or Clint to answer his question.

Too preoccupied with co-piloting the jet, Clint does not hear Tony’s question, much to his co-pilotes annoyance. Sighing, Natasha answers the billionaire, “One hour and twenty minutes, Tony. Five minutes less than the last time you asked me.”

Scoffing, Tony fires back, “There's no need to sass me, Romanoff. I was just asking you a question.” He grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a child would when being told they cannot have candy before dinner.

Gripping her hands on the jet's control Natasha tries to ignore the man and his comment. Just another hour and twenty, then I’ll have y/n back in my arms and Tony will back off, Natasha thinks to herself. You can do this Romanoff.

Taking a deep breath Natasha holds it for five seconds before blowing it out. She repeats this five times over until she feels the tension leave her shoulders, just like you taught her to do whenever she gets frustrated or overwhelmed. Even when you're not here you're still helping her. She smiles as that though flows through her.

Even when you're not here, Natasha slumps as the words echo in her mind. Noticing this, Clint puts the jet's controls to fly on autopilot, asking J.A.R.V.I.S to keep an eye on the jets course and inform the team of any updates when asked to do so.

Wordlessly Clint gets up from his seat beside Natasha, takes her arm and pulls her along to a private room in the back of the jet. The redhead follows along silently, ignoring the questioning and accusatory glances from both Tony and Bruce.

Just as she reaches the door to the room Natasha hears a whisper from behind her. “Romanoff better not be shaking up with Clint behind y/n’s back.” Tony. Rage shoots through her again. How could he think so low of her? How dare he suggest she would ever do that to you.

Clint opens the door to the small but comfortably sized room and Natasha walks inside, keeping her back turned to her friend. Once the archer steps inside, locking the door behind him, he addresses his friend. “Go on.” He prompts. “It’s just us. Let it out. I know you want to.”

Turning slowly to her friend Natasha takes a deep breath before launching into her, much needed, rant. “God, that man is so frustrating.” She breathes out. “I can’t even go five minutes without him taking a jab at me in some way or another.” Natasha says, exacerbated.

“I know he’s stressed. I know he’s scared, I know that. I also know that he has every right to be upset with me, but jesus. This thing of him picking petty fights about the littlest things is grating on my last nerve and when he brings y/n into it? I could punch him.” Pacing up and down the room Natasha moves her hands around rapidly as she continues to speak. “Oh my god, I am going to punch him. If he openes his big stupid mouth one more time I’m going to punch him in the face. Especially if he brings up y/n the way he did before. He has no idea what our relationship is like, how could he. We never told him about us because we knew he would act this way. Like a child.”

Natasha stops her pacing, taking a deep breath to repeat the same steps as earlier, bringing herself back to a reasonable level of calm.

Stand in front of her friend, her shoulders slouched in defeat as Natasha speaks again. “I know he’s y/n’s brother, her family. I know he means a lot to her and don’t get me wrong he means a lot to me too but…” Trailing off Natasha moves to sit with her friend on the small metal bed in the room. “I’m scared too Clint. Y/n means more to me then I thought any person ever could. I love her with everything I am. We’re having a baby, we’re starting a family. That’s something I thought I’d never have. Something I’d convinced myself that I could live without until she came into my life and now she’s giving it to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t think I can live without her now that I’ve been promised a life with her. I don’t think I want to.”

Leaning her head on her friend's shoulder Natasha lets out a sniffle, a few tears escaping her eyes.

Silently, Clint brings his hand up to rub his friends back comfortingly, knowing that what she needs right now is for someone to listen and to just sit with her for a while until she can gather herself again.

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A/n- Hey guys! :) Sorry this has taken so long to get to you. I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end it as it was originally longer then this. Anyways I’m the end I decided to split it into two chapters. Hope you like it and everyone is good :)

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Heyy, I have a request for tony stark 😊 a lots of fluff with his wife telling him that she's pregnant and he's all happy ❤️

My Incredible Wife

Tags @mcugeekposts @underoostarks @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

Holding the pregnancy test in my hands I was almost jumping up and down around the bathroom like I was a child hyped up on tons of sugar. Tony and I had been trying for a few years to get pregnant after we got married but I wound keep having miscarriages that I hated and Tony did even more so. Since he was a genius he thought he could solve most problems except for why we couldn’t have a baby. Flinging open the bathroom door I rushed downstairs shoving the pregnancy test in my back pocket going into his lab knowing he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. “Tony, are you busy?”

“Never for you, babe. What’s going on in that heads of yours ?” He asked, sitting down the screwdriver he had in his hands. He patted his lap gesturing for me to sit down which I did without further instruction wrapping my arms around his neck.

Running one hand through his hair I couldn’t hide the huge grin on my face picturing a mini Tony or a mini running around the lab. “I have the biggest news ever. There’s gonna be another Stark in the family….ah Tony!” I squealed when he moved his hand to start ticking my hip knowing I was ticklish there leaving his other hand to rest on my upper thigh.

“Are you being serious or are you just wanting to go upstairs because you’re on your monthly thing. Not that I am complaining or anything.” He questioned me where his deep brown eyes met mine, raising his eyebrows at me. “Do you feel like cheeseburgers, I feel like we should have burgers.”

Pushing his face away playfully I blushed not believing he would say that. “Tony, I am not joking around with you. I never have. Because I am not like you. I’m serious and if you need proof here’s your proof.” Reaching into my back pocket I hand him the small test.

“Son of a bitch. This is incredible. You’re incredible.” He blurted out sitting the test on his messy metal table. He then cups my face in his warm hands cradling my face leaning forward kissing me deeply.

I giggled when he buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing me slowly down until he found my sweet spot, making me moan. “Tony….I don’t want to get your hopes up. Oh….Ton..” My fingers threaded themselves into his black hair tugging it where he pulled back crashing his lips onto mine.

“Hey, hey, look at me honey. I know not to get my hopes up. I know that this is amazing and also scary for you because you don’t think that you can do it. But even if we lose this next one we can always adopt.” He moved his hands down onto my shoulders squeezing them gentle feeling me slump them down in relief.

Shaking my head I didn’t want to feel insecure about it but it wasn’t exactly easy for me after I lost the last baby. There’s a part of me that thinks he might leave me one day. “Yeah you're right I shouldn’t still be insecure about us and the fact that I might not be able to have kids…”

“Sssh darling. How many times do we have to have this conversation huh.” He asked giving me those puppy dog eyes that I was a sucker for. “Do I have to keep continuously telling you how smoking hot and amazing you are.”

Covering my face with my hands I bent my head down against his chest ignoring the fact that my head was on the piece of bright blue chest reactor that kept him alive. “Tony I’m sorry okay it’s just the hormones or something else girly related.”

“Y/n stop it. Alright my feelings for you the day I married you haven’t changed. You are still the woman made for me always and forever.” He declares tucking hair behind my ear turning my chin in his thumb and index finger so I was forced to look him in the eye.

“And I feel the same way about you but I want to have a baby of our own. That will look like you and me. If I can’t do that then what am I supposed to do?” I blurted out feeling some tears that he wiped away with his thumb.

He rested his forehead against mine running his fingers through my long hair that was falling down my shoulders. “Then you get to live with the fact that even if we can’t have kids you still get to be loved and married to the genius, billionaire, playboy superhero known as Iron Man.”

“You’re ridiculous, Stark.” I joked pushing his chest where I almost fell off his lap.

He booped his nose with mine quickly rising to his feet. “Only for you, Y/n. Now I think we have some business to intend to. Ensuring we have a little us inside your belly.”

“Tony!” I squealed, wrapping my legs around his waist along with my arms thinking he might drop me. He carried me through the house and into the bedroom gently sitting me down on the bed shrugging my tea shirt over my head letting it pool to the floor.

He smiled, yanking his own shirt over his head leaning down capturing my lips with his own pushing me onto my back. "You have no reason to be insecure if we can't have another baby. You are my incredible…beautiful…loving…wife…who will make a great mother…to any child we have…adopted or not." He responded by kissing me down my neck holding himself up by his hands on either side of me.

"I can already picture a little you running around the lab if I being honest…oh gosh!" I moaned when he kissed me suddenly until I rolled him onto his back with my hair falling in front of my eyes grinning ear to ear.

Tony groaned looking at me in lust and want, he placed his hand on my hips stroking it gently with his thumb. "You're so beautiful."

"I can't be the only one of us who has imagined this." I hummed at him where he quickly flipped us over, beginning to remove my shorts in the process.

I began to eye him up and down in awe at my husband's body shape. He was like a beautiful strong god. "Like what you see, Mrs. Stark." Tony asked with a smirk looking at me, kissing my nose.

"Yes, I do " I smirked and began to run my hands down his chest, still feeling my cheeks burning red.

"I'm going to make love to you all night, baby" Tony smirked before lifting me up in his arms causing me to squeal out loudly. His hands tickling me before I put my hands on his shoulders bringing him down for a heated kiss. Imagining the thought of us finally having our own little baby.

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tonysslut · 2 years

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Waiting for a baby

Summary: Moments throughout your pregnancy

Warnings: None

W/C: 322

You were over 7 months along at this point, belly big and swollen, making you waddle around the house, but you enjoyed every moment of it.

Being pregnant gave you so many perks, the one at the top of your list was being ridiculously spoiled by Tony.

Endless foot rubs, late night trips to buy whatever random food you suddenly started to crave, a clean house, he even went as far as completely taking care of the nursery.

He also splurged on buying you new clothes. You were obsessed with showing off your belly, not wanting to wear those maternity clothes that hide it. Once mentioning you loved to wear sundresses because they accentuated the bump perfectly, he made sure to buy you all the dresses he could find.

You knew he was going to be an amazing father, and you just couldn’t wait to see him in full daddy mode.

He was beyond obsessed with your belly, the fact that you were carrying his child still felt like a dream.

He constantly had his hands on you, whether you were watching tv, eating dinner, or just getting ready for bed. He was always touching your belly.

Every night before bed, he’d lay in front of your belly while you ran your fingertips through his hair. Hearing him whisper sweet nothing to your child, as if they could fully understand what he was saying. Sometimes, he’d even go as far as pretending to be offended when you interrupted his conversation.

His favorite thing to do was to gently push down on your belly, waiting for a kick and then placing a gentle kiss on the area.

He had all the ultrasound pictures set up in the lab, along with your wedding pictures.

He even had a little count down next to the calendar, making sure to mark off each day that brought him closer to holding his child for the first time.

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theblackestvalkyrie · 2 years

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#1 - Iron Man - One-shot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Your second -trimester pregnancy hormones were hitting you hard and you wanted needed Tony to wreck your guts ASAP. But after a long day of being cooped up in his lab, Tony only wants to get his.

Warning: Smut, sex while pregnant and a rude ass Tony, PREGNANCY KINK GO BRRRRRR!

A/N: My characters and reader inserts are always and forever black so leave if you don’t like it.

A/N EDIT: Y’all tumblr really got me during the ban and I seriously considered deleting this blog and moving to AO3 but y’all really loved this and since I’ve been seeing so much porn on my personal account lately I’m bout to start posting again. No porn gifs this time around just in case. This series is from 2018 and I’ve go to much in my drafts 😅 I made the banner below! Please enjoy!

Pipe Game: 2/10

Based on this post.

You were used to the long nights alone when it came to being with Tony Stark. He spent hours in his lab tinkering with his Iron Man suits or updating features for his A.I. replacement F.R.I.D.A.Y. while you went out with friends or to your OB/GYN appointments with your sister (since Tony always had some flimsy excuse as to why he couldn’t go).

This put a damper on not only your emotional relationship but the physical one as well. Which is the part you were desperately needing right about now. After passing the second-trimester mark in your very unplanned pregnancy, every little thing seemed to turn you on and you missed him.

Things had been strained after his public breakup with Pepper Potts and afterward, Tony buried himself with work to distract from all thoughts of his ex. At the time you barely knew him like that but you had been burned by more than one guy in your past relationships so you knew what he was going through.

You went to his place with some comfort food and his favorite whiskey and several glasses of warming alcohol and bellies full of food he leaned over and kissed you. To say you were shocked was an understatement. But you kissed him back and that led to rough sex on the couch. From then on, you and Tony had a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement and it worked out well.

That is until you accidentally got pregnant.

Tony had never outright expressed interest in having children but you could see it in the way he looked at his surrogate son protégé, Peter. God, the look on his face when you told him you were pregnant.

You had never seen such fear, excitement and bewilderment in one expression much less on his face in all the years you had known him and you would bet Thor’s hammer he had even shed a tear.

The glow from your bedroom television pulled you from your thoughts and you ran a finger along the side of your swollen abdomen feeling your baby move a little.

You relaxed against the soft sheets and memory foam mattress beneath as you browsed Netflix settling on watching the first season of ‘Dear White People’ over again. You were ten minutes into the first episode when a sudden tingle of arousal made its way down your spine making your breath hitch in surprise.

It seemed that the further you got into your pregnancy, the hornier you became and usually when it happened, Tony was around to relieve you in some way.

It was frustrating not having him in the room but you needed to get off.

Now.

You muted the show and closed your eyes letting your nimble fingers slipped beneath your grey sweatpants, underneath the cotton panties resting there and the pads of your fingers danced across your already engorged clit. A light wave of pleasure ran through you causing your back to bend in a slight arch.

Fuck Tony.

You could get off without him. You didn’t need that neglectful asshole to do anything for you. If he wanted some pussy, he could get it from his robots.

The pleasuring sensation radiated from between your legs as you let your slim fingers circle your clit and trailed between the folds finding the slick opening and you groaned even louder this time. You closed your eyes then tilting your head back in unfocused desire. Fingers, ever so lightly, dipped into your soaked entrance. Once, then twice before sinking between your slick walls and curling to graze your g-spot at the top.

A small noise slipped between your lips and you mewled your desire which echoed off your bedroom walls. Fuck you were already so close and you had only just begun. You might be even more aroused than you first thought.

A few more precise thrusts and you were almost there…

“Holy shit Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped opened to find Tony leaning on the door frame, arms folded and a lustful gaze adorning his tired face.

“Didn’t I tell you never to touch yourself without me?”

A playful smirk crossed your face at his reference to your last sexual encounter. It was a few weeks ago but it involved bondage tape and a pint of vanilla ice cream…

“Well, you were in the lab all day and I have needs.” You cooed; fingers still toyed with your clit while maintaining eye contact with your lover.

“I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson on what happens when you don’t listen to daddy.”

He crossed the room in four long strides and got onto the bed where you lean up and met him in a harsh kiss. Under normal circumstances, you would have relished the opportunity to tease him sexually but you needed it hard and fast tonight.

“Fuck Tony I missed this.” You sighed into his mouth taking in the day-old stubble along his sharp jawline and the dark bags under his eyes and a jolt of sadness went through you at how hard Tony had been overworking himself. He gripped your hand that had been down your sweats pulling them from their place between your thighs and began to suck your essence off your fingers into his wet warm mouth. His tongue slipping between your digits making sure to catch every drop of your juices.

“I almost forgot how good you tasted baby.” He breathed.

Tony kissed you then allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and lips, thumbs caressing your cheeks as your breath mingled. He slowly guided you onto your back and you undid the closure of his jeans slipping the same hand he had tasted beneath the waistband and palming him with precise strokes that only grew in pressure.

Tony grunted in excitement and started thrusting his hard shaft into your palm hissing when you swiped a thumb across the angry head. The digit gathered the precum from the tip and smoothed the substance back across the swollen head again.

You pulled away to strip off the rest of your restrictive clothes and Tony followed suit until you were both as naked as the day you were born. His mouth found your sensitive brown nipple and you gasped, the pleasure tearing through you.

“Let me make you feel good Y/N.”

You could only respond with a whimper when he squeezed your heavy mounds and started nipping at each nipple. You bit back a moan. Fuck, you were so sensitive now it was almost painful and you were almost thankful when Tony kissed his way up your chest, across the slender curve of your neck and back to your swollen lips.

“Baby, I need you.” You begged.

You jumped in surprise when the sudden feeling of his fingers slipping between your slick folds and invaded your warmth. The digits curling and scissoring against your pulsing walls. Crying out, your back arched as hips rocked in time with his pace in beautiful unison.

No words were exchanged as he spread your legs wider still very mindful of your pregnancy, watching you swallow his fingers and clench around them when he added a third, “You’re such a good girl Y/N. Taking my fingers so well.”

You were so close to release it almost hurt. “Fuck yes Tony, right there.”

His fingers stopped suddenly and a wicked smirk crossed his face. He gripped his length and began jerking himself to the obscene way you were spread out for him. Breathless and ready for the taking. Unable to wait any longer, he slowly slid his length into your warm tunnel and gripped your hips tight in an effort to stop himself from coming inside you.

“Your pussy is so hot,” He was lightly panting in an effort to stave off his impending orgasm as his eyes, wild with desire, took in your figure sprawled out beneath him. Tony could tell by the way you clenched around him that you were also struggling with your own early release.

The starting pace was slow for both your sake and it took your breath away. You couldn’t see much over your slightly swollen stomach but you could hear the obscene wet sound of your slick combating the harsh breathing and otherwise quiet of the bedroom. The pace was even until one sudden thrust hit the back of your core.

“Fuck Tony that hurt” you gasped and his thrusts stopped immediately.

“Are you alright Y/N? Did I hurt you or the baby?”

The concern in his eyes was admirable and you leaned up to kiss him gently trying to keep him focused on the task at hand.

“I’m just a bit tender babe, nothing to get worried about. Just get on your back so I can ride you.”

“If I knew you liked being a dom so much, I would have bought you a bullwhip and a matching ball gag for your birthday.” He flipped over excited and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively even as you straddled him and quickly slipped his cock back inside your wetness, whimpering when you felt him stretch you.

“We can even make one of the downstairs rooms into a dungeon and you can go all 50 Shades of Grey on my ass” he hissed as your pussy swallowed him greedy and your kegel muscles clenched around his dick.

“If you mention that god-awful movie again, I’m going to leave you here to get off by yourself.” You huffed even though you didn’t believe a word of what you said.

“Don’t be like that honey.”

“Just fuck me, Tony.” You sighed.

Your hips moved in a rocking motion and he jerked from between your thighs. Snapping your hips together in unison you controlled the speed and depth which helped keep pressure off the baby shifting around your abdomen.

Your cries echoed off the walls as he gripped your hips with both hands, sweat beginning to coat your bodies making your hips slap together. Tony lifted his head and glanced down at where you both connected.

“You look so good baby, so fucking delicious.”

His hips slammed forward causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure and you set a deep rhythm making Tony’s dizzy. He let out a particularly strangled moan when hazy eyes connected with his and the intense eye contact enhanced the love making. The Hulk himself could have been raging through Stark Tower and neither of you would have stopped.

“Pregnancy looks so fucking beautiful on you.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words. Tony wasn’t usually this talkative in bed but there was something about this entire pregnancy situation that opened up a new side of him. A softer side, one rarely seen by the outside world much less his close friends.

You circled your hips on his hard length changing the pace to one agonizingly slow edging both Tony and yourself off of an impending orgasm to make the moment of ecstasy last longer.

Tony panted beneath you and pinched one of your sensitive nipples when he figured out what you were up too and you grinned. It wasn’t often that anyone had control over Tony and it was always a treat to see him so defeated and at someone else’s mercy. But there he was, hair disheveled, eyes shut and lips parted melting beneath you. You kissed your way down his neck and started sucking on the tender shell beneath his earlobe.

“You know if you didn’t have your bonnet on, I could pull your hair….”

You snorted and flicked one of his nipples in mock retaliation both for the words and the pinch he gave earlier. You already spent almost an hour detangling, moisturizing and putting rollers in to let Tony fuck it up with this foolishness.

“Shut the fuck up Tony.”

Eyes shut and head tilted towards the ceiling, you could only focus on the pleasure you were getting and the soft glow from his arch reactor illuminated your silhouette perfectly.

His dick reached the farthest parts of your sensitive womb making you squeal. You were so close to release you could almost taste it.

“Tony…please I- I can’t” You were mumbling incoherently.

You just needed a few more thrusts-

Suddenly Tony stilled beneath you groaning his own release into your pussy and flopped on to his back in deep exhaustion.

“What the actual fuck.” Disbelief colored your voice as you felt him begin to soften inside you.

He lay gasping for air a content and sleepy look on his face.

“You know what the word daddy does to me Y/N. By the way, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You slipped off of him and smacked his arm hard. “I can’t believe you just came before me you asshole!”

“Mr. Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted, “you are needed downstairs immediately Dum-E has set one of your experiments on fire”. The A. I’s voice cut through the room and Tony gave you a sheepish grin. Wiping your fluids from his well-worn dick with your discarded shirt, Tony pulled on his boxers and pressed a quick kiss to your damp forehead.

“There’s a playlist of porn by the TV and I moved the vibrators under the bed.” He jested only ducking out when you chucked a pillow in his direction.

“Sonofabitch…” you mutter the silence of the room weighing on you.

Sighing you grabbed the remote from the nearby nightstand and changed the input on the still muted TV ignoring the ‘are you still watching’ notice from Netflix.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?

You spread your thighs and began to toy with your swollen clit ready to chase your orgasm once again.

“Turn on the security footage of Captain America in the training room…...”

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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Which one do you want updated more????

1 - The Texas Tire Family (Georgie Cooper sequel) Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @malakaiblacksgirl1989

2 - Stark's Phoenix Widow (Tony Stark x Romanoff reader) @oldmanwithashield @crimeshowjunkie

3 - Love Is So Uncivilized (Obi-Wan x pregnant reader) Tag list - just ask to be added @oldmanwithashield @hatter-and-hare @namor-is-the-way @deepbatched @alexis-rose-winchester

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chooseyourownavenger · 1 year

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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ I’d like to be pregnant

“I would love to at least try to get pregnant. Are you sure you’ll be okay with not knowing which of you it is? I don’t want jealousy over that being the reason we break up,” you say.

“Whoever you have the baby with, it will be both our baby,” Tony assures you. “I just really love the idea of experiencing the pregnancy. You know - ultrasounds, feeling them kick - all that kind of thing.”

“I want to do the trying bit,” Clint teases.

“I need to get my birth control taken out,” you say. “Maybe a check-up - make sure everything is working?”

“Well, we can practice until then,” Clint says. “Right?”

You book in to see your doctor about taking out your birth control straight away. You’re told it can take between three and eight months after you have the implant taken out to get pregnant, so for three months, the three of you have to try and relax and tell yourselves not to expect a positive pregnancy test immediately after you have sex.

To help keep yourselves in the mindset, you just call all sex; practice. Even if it’s the kind of sex that had absolutely no way of making a baby. In those instances, one of you always jokes that you definitely need to keep practicing because of how bad you are at it.

It helps keep things light and saves any kind of a disappointment because you aren’t pregnant yet.

When the three months are up, something shifts in the three of you. That night there’s almost apprehension about what may happen. You take off your clothes and turn away from them like you’re shy about them seeing you. Clint comes up behind you and kisses your neck. “What are you doing?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say. “Tonight just feels important.”

He tilts your head back to look at him. “It’s not practicing anymore. We’re actually trying.”

You take a breath and kiss him, your tongue flicking out to meet his. You turn in his arms and he starts backing up to the bed, pulling you along with him as he sheds his clothes. Tony comes up behind you, already naked. He kisses your neck and you break the kiss with Clint and lean back to kiss Tony.

Tony kissed you hungrily. One of his hands goes to your breast while the other presses between your legs and toys with your clit.

You moan and rut against his hand as Clint sits down in front of you. You move forward, straddling Clint’s lap. The archer’s calloused hands run up your side and he leans forward and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan and sit, in his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you let your head fall back against Tony’s chest.

Your skin prickles like there’s an electric current running just under the surface. You rolled your hips so Clint’s shaft slides up and down the lips of your pussy. Your slick coats his shaft and he groans into your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasp. “I want you both. I want both of you to come inside me.”

Tony pulls away and grabs the lube as you push Clint onto his back. Clint wraps his hand around his cock and taps it on your clit twice before guiding it into your sopping cunt.

You moan, arching your back as you push down on his cock more. Tony moves up behind you and starts rubbing lube along the place where you and Clint are joined. His finger pushes inside you. You mewl at the stretch and clench around them both. They both still as you adjust and Clint pulls you down into a kiss.

Tony keeps moving his finger in and out of you and adds another as Clint continues to kiss you and moves his hips in shallow thrusts. You break the kiss with Clint and throw your head back with a loud moan. “Please, Tony,” you beg. “Please, just fuck me.”

He takes his fingers away and lubes up his cock. There is a burn at your entrance as he presses the head against Clint’s shaft and starts to penetrate you. You mewl and grit your teeth and he slowly eases in.

When he’s in as deep as he can go and you feel completely stretched and full, both men start to thrust. Heat blooms in your core and spreads out through you like treacle. Your edges feel soft and you have trouble keeping your eyes open. Tony’s hand pushes into your hair and he pulls it, as one of Clint’s hands slips between your body and he starts to rub your clit. It’s too much, your body seizes up all at once as your orgasm tears through you and you cry out.

“Fuck,” Tony grunts. “Gonna break our dicks.”

Clint laughs breathlessly and even as your body shudders with your orgasm you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up inside you. They keep fucking you, their hips snapping in tandem. Their thrusts become erratic and their moans become louder. You feel another orgasm building and when Clint pinches your clit, it crashes down on you again. The clenching of your cunt pulls Clint over with you and he thrusts up hard as he releases inside you. You moan and let your head fall onto his shoulder, squeezing your cunt like you’re trying to milk them both. “Come, Tony. I want it. I want both of you mixing inside me.”

“Yeah, baby. Gonna get you pregnant,” Tony growls.

That sends you over again, your body shudders as it washes over you and brings Tony along with it, his come mixing with Clint’s.

They hold themselves inside you until their cocks still and then carefully slip out of you and collapse on the bed beside you. You curl up in a little pile and they both put their hands on your stomach.

“It won’t have happened yet,” you giggle.

“We know,” Clint says.

“But we’ve started trying,” Tony adds. “And that’s enough for now.”

It takes another few months to get pregnant. In the first month, everyone is relaxed about it, but by the third, Tony is freaking out. When you finally get that positive line on a pregnancy test the three of you are delighted.

Tony becomes ultra protective of you, researching all the do’s and don’t of pregnancy. If you even thought about touching a piece of brie he’d start freaking out. Clint, on the other hand, is super excited. He can’t help telling everyone he came in contact with the new news about the pregnancy. If he went out alone for any reason - even the one time he went out on a mission - he always came home with a present for you and something for the baby.

Each new thing you learned about the life growing inside you, makes you feel more connected to it. At twenty weeks you find out you’re having a girl. At thirty weeks the team throws you a huge baby shower. It’s exciting and yet at the same time, you feel as normal as you’ve felt since you’ve gone down this path with Clint and Tony. The press hasn’t caught wind of any of it, so it’s just the three of you, making your lives feel so completely normal, despite the fact they aren’t normal at all.

You wake up early a few days before the due date with a wet patch on the bed and leaking fluid.

“Tony,” you say as you shake Clint awake. Clint sits up suddenly in a defensive position and looks around confused.

“What’s going on?” Tony asks as Clint seems to relax and goes to grab his hearing aids.

“Either I just wet the bed or my water broke,” you said.

“You’re water broke?” Clint says, jumping out of bed. “What? We gotta go!”

“Just chill would you?” you say. “I’ll call the hospital and find out what to do, can you change the sheets?”

A call to the hospital and a shower later you are back in bed while Clint and Tony continue to freak out. You’re told to stay put until your labor starts but to call back in six hours if it hasn’t.

What follows is a day of sitting around trying to rest as much as you can while absolutely nothing happens, and then four extremely painful hours where your labor progresses so quickly that by the time you make it to the hospital there isn’t even time to consider drugs before you have to push.

Thirty minutes later your daughter is in your arms and two men look so in love beside you gazing down at her.

“Look at that little bean,” Clint whispers. “She’s perfect.”

“You did it, honey,” Tony says. “I’m so proud of you.”

You’re exhausted and elated and so in love and ready to start the next chapter of your life to start with your family.

~ END ~

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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hewo I have a friends with benefits to marriage request and I am asking for some kinks to include :)

#something that will help the reader end up pregnant #tw: pregnancy #tony stark x reader #i have the rest of the fic planned #we just need the smut part

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cosmos-coma · 4 months

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My Sun, My Star

A/N: I'm so weak for Winter soldier Bucky. I cant wait to write more of him, I love this sad guilt ridden man.

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 6756

Warnings: Breaking and entering, Minor violence, Injury and Blood, Winter soldier Bucky, GN reader but also Pregnant reader, mild language, I'm not sure if this is fluff or angst or both??

Summary: You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you.

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Your eyes blinked slowly, heavier with each passing second, yet you still managed to open them once again. Glancing at the bright white numbers of the digital clock you watched it change to 1:46 AM, causing a groan to pull from your lips. Bucky was supposed to be back tonight (yesterday technically) from his latest mission, but he still had yet to show up at your shared flat.

You checked your phone again, the lack of notifications mocking your tired eyes. You let out one more sigh before you turned off the mindless babbling of the TV and stood up to get ready for bed. You were sure Bucky wouldn’t want you waiting up so late in your current condition anyway, he had been harping you about getting enough sleep and water and everything in between.

“I’m only four months pregnant, Bucky. I’m fully capable of staying up late” You had said to him.

“Five months, Doll, and it’s about your cortisol levels. It’s not good for you or the baby, and it could lead to them being underweight” he said, reciting exactly what the doctor had told him during your last checkup.

“Four and a half,” you argued as you stuck your tongue out at him, “and she was talking about getting chased by a bear kind of stress, not staying up to watch Bake Off.”

You snorted at the memory of just earlier that week, a small smile coming to your face as you went through your nightly routine. You continued to check your phone here and there as you went, “Did you get back safe? How’d your mission go?” you had texted two hours ago, yet it still remained unread and unanswered.

‘Maybe one more quick text wouldn’t hurt,’ you thought to yourself as you typed out the simple message and hit send.

“Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You sighed as you set the phone down, “it’s okay, everything is okay,” you assured yourself as you pulled one of his large hoodies over your head, enjoying the way the hem brushed against your bare thighs and the sleeves threatened to swallow your hands. “He’s a former assassin and a super soldier! Nothing is going to happen that he can’t handle,” You stated firmly to your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes remained unsure despite your voice’s conviction, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the achingly tired look they held.

“Yes, I know. It’s finally time for bed, little one,” you mumbled sleepily as you felt your baby kick against the walls of your protruding belly, being quick to climb between the layers of blankets and lonesome sheets. “Fuck, that's cold…!” you swore quietly as your bare legs hit the icy fabric- having gone unwarmed by your personal space heater and super soldier.

Thankfully sleep came easily, the thought of waking up to Bucky’s sleepy, scruffy face only further urged your body to wind down so the moment would come sooner.

----

Bucky’s phone buzzed again in his bag, lighting up with your smiling face as your text displayed on the screen, but nobody reached down to check it, as everyone found themselves in a far more urgent situation.

“Keep him busy, Rodgers! I just need one more minute!” Tony yelled as he dug through the equipment in the quinjet, “For fuck’s sake, who organized this last?”

“What do you think I’m doing…!” The blond grunted with a justified hint of frustration,” Sam? Any help??” He shouted with a pointed look, telling more than asking as he struggled to restrain his thrashing friend. A swift metal fist flew toward his already battered face, barely giving him time to duck out of the way and attempt to restrain it again.

“Honestly? Seems like you’ve got this one,” Sam said, holding up his hands.

“SAM.”

“I’m coming..! God, can’t either of you old men take a joke?”

No one knew exactly what happened, Bucky had gone off on his own in the Hydra base they were exploring. It was supposed to have been recently abandoned, something about the agents leaving in an urgent rush that left files upon files sitting out in the open. It was supposed to be a simple mission; everyone goes off in teams, gathers what they can, and makes sure there are no surprises. But Bucky assured them that he would be fine to go on his own, he hadn’t had a sign of relapse in over a year, and he would only be picking up what looked important. A simple job.

He should’ve listened.

It was when he didn’t return to the jet with the rest of them that they started to get worried.

“So, where’s the Manchurian candidate?” Tony jested, looking at his watch. They were supposed to leave maybe 10 minutes ago, not terribly late by any means, but enough to start getting worried about Bucky’s quietness over the coms.

“Man, come on.. ” Sam sighed at Tony’s joke as he crossed his arms.

“Bucky?” Steve tried calling over the coms, ignoring both of his teammates, but the line remained all too quiet.

They found him finally in the basement level of the office building, old discarded computers lining the walls along with cabinets upon cabinets of old files and other equipment. He hadn’t even realized it was a trap until he stepped right into it, triggering a switch that had the computers and hidden speakers flashing images and sounds that assaulted his senses with fragmented memories long forgotten.

He should have listened.

Sam had found him first, on his knees in the middle of the floor with hands desperately covering his ears, trying to block out the incessant noise. Hauling his teammate to his feet, he rushed back to the jet, calling everyone off from their search before anything else could be sprung.

At first, they thought he might be fine- quiet, but fine. He had given them a small smile and a wave of his hand as everyone tried to check in with him, taking a seat as the jet took off to go home. It had all seemed relatively normal until they were halfway back and the unseen battle inside him must have taken a turn.

“Got it!” Tony yelled as he pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly as he fired two shots into Bucky’s chest, readying a third as he waited and watched for the tranquilizers to finally take effect. It was slow as Bucky continued to struggle against the drug’s drain, his body and mind turning into slow-moving molasses. Low grunts emanated from his throat as the last of his strength ebbed away, leaving nothing but forced sleep in its wake.

“Was two really necessary?” Steve asked as his shoulders finally relaxed, the strain and worry now temporarily over.

Together they dragged the drugged-up assassin into the jet’s small quarantine area for the remainder of the trip, satisfied only when they heard the mechanical locks slide into place. It wasn’t much, and they knew that and if he really wanted to there would be no stopping him from getting out, but it was something- enough to give them a few seconds of preparation if nothing else.

“I’m not giving a super soldier only a single dose, you two metabolize things like this way too fast and I’m not taking any chances with the Tin man over there.”

Bucky- no, the Winter Soldier, seemed to still be out of it when they finally landed, sat up and leaning against the wall, head slumped forward just as they had left him.

“Alright, let's just get him into one of the holding rooms for the night. We’ll work on resetting him-” Tony lifted his hands as the two men glared in his direction, “- on ‘fixing him up’ as soon as he’s been secured.”

Sam shook his head as Tony corrected himself, taking notice of the lit-up phone in Bucky’s bag, buzzing with an only recently delivered message. Sam had quickly become one of your closest friends after you were introduced to the team. He was one of the few people Bucky trusted with his life and between his sarcastic jokes, his incredibly loyal nature, and his willingness to give Bucky shit whenever he deserved it, you knew very quickly how great a friend he would be.

But now his stomach twisted as he saw your name flash across the screen, the alert quickly minimizing itself as it joined the other messages you had sent that night. How was he gonna break this to you? The last thing you needed was a bunch of unnecessary stress on your shoulders, but it’s obvious you were beginning to worry over their late return. Sliding the phone back into its rightful place Sam told himself that he’d call you once they had things more figured out.

“Heart rate still seems to be resting. With any luck, he’ll remain knocked out until we get inside,” Tony relayed as he monitored the Soldier’s vitals and pressed the button to open the heavy quarantine doors.

The doors slid into their resting positions with a soft click.

As soon as that click landed on sensitive ears, vibrant blue eyes shot open. Sparing not even a second, the Winter Soldier surged forward from his seat, not nearly as far gone as he left them to believe. With the element of surprise, the Soldier easily knocked past his teammates, throwing his body weight against them and knocking Sam and Steve off balance, leaving him a good headstart as he dashed out the jet’s open door.

“Fuck, Bucky- Wait!,” Steve swore as he stumbled out behind him, having to use his super soldier speed just to keep pace. But between the settled darkness of the night, and the winding alleyways the brunette stuck to, Steve was left falling behind in no time. “Shit,” Steve swore as he slowed to a stop, looking around for any sign of his compromised friend.

However, the streets lay barren, the fluttering of moths in the streetlights the only sign of life on the entire block.

---

The heavy thud of his boots echoed against the alleyway’s pavement. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed as his silhouette slunk between the warm light of the streetlamps, but part of him- a currently repressed part of him- knew that safety was bound to be just ahead.

His heart beat smoothly as he kept his pace, every other step falling in time as he rounded the corner. Blindly, he let himself be led by instinct and his feet maneuvered the city’s countless paths with a mind of their own. They slowed before a little apartment building and as those emotionless eyes looked up, he knew this was it.

The lateness of the hour had almost assured that no one was around as he slipped inside, footsteps padding up the stairs before stopping at the third floor. His heavy boots left nothing but wet prints in their wake as he wandered down the hall, impossibly silent, as even the notoriously creaky boards dared not announce his presence.

The closer he got, the more the back of his mind itched, as if something- someone- was begging him not to go any further, but he refused to listen; he knew this was where he was meant to be and where he would find what his body was so inexplicably drawn to.

With each step his head turned on a swivel, looking for the sense of safety and familiarity that the other half of him seemed to find here- and desperately wished he wouldn’t discover. Just as his foot was about to take another step he stopped. ‘No. Here.’ His gut told him, turning to the door.

His door.

Your door.

The former assassin bypassed the lock with ease, quickly slipping in before shutting the door behind him. A dim light illuminated the living room, the little lamp you left on for him casting its orange glow over his surroundings as he surveyed them.

A few mugs stand beside the sink, framed photos dot the wall and side tables, and a veritable nest of blankets lay across the couch. It was obvious someone had been here, and recently. A deep breath pulled into his lungs, causing his head to tilt to the side in contemplation as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, something just as earthy as it was sweet and speckled with distant notes of… him?

“Hmmph”

His sensitive ears picked up the soft grunt from down the hall immediately. His shoulders squared and tensed as his body leaned into a defensive position. Cautious fingers pulled the knife from his boot, ready for whatever may come at him as he approached.

The sounds of soft breaths lead him to a door left ajar. Light just slipped past the curtains into the darkened room. Badum… Badum… Badum… a heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he took a step closer, leaving the door open and letting further light fall onto the source of the noise.

His wolfish gaze ran down your form as you lay there on your back, swallowed in the extra fabric of the old sweatshirt. Your hand rested casually over your stomach as your other one squished gently against your cheek. Your legs lay bare to the world after having kicked the overbearing sheets away, leaving just a glance of your underwear for him to take in.

“Mmph” You grunted again as you shifted, your face now turned to him as that earthy scent of yours gripped him like a vice and refused to let go.

Your sweet sleep became interrupted though- much to his dismay- as the phone on your nightstand began to light up and buzz incessantly. Still, as a statue he watched as you groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows as you went to check what your device could possibly want at this ungodly hour.

With one loose fist, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes away, blinking consciousness back into them until you saw Bucky’s illuminated figure before you, standing tall and quiet as he watched you intently.

“Bucky..?” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face as you saw the familiar face of your lover lit up by the bright light of your phone screen. But the longer you looked the more you noticed.

His eyes were all wrong, his gaze was devoid, that’s the only way you could put it. Devoid of meaning and humanity, it seemed every gaze- every movement- was a means to an end. Empty… save for a flicker of fear; It was probably the only thing in those eyes right now that registered as human. The fear of someone who was lost, unknowing of their purpose, and confused as to why your gaze was made his cold heart falter.

His expression was flat and stoic, save for the knit of confusion that pulled his brows together. His stance was tense and prepared, the discrete knife still glittering in his hands as he took another step forward, his head slowly shaking in response to your question.

A gasp caught in your throat as you finally understood. Glancing at your phone you saw it was Sam who was calling, undoubtedly trying to tell you what you now already knew.

“Soldat…” You whispered, trying to hide the way his name sent shivers across your skin. Your phone went black then, as you didn’t pick up in time and you were left blind by the sudden darkness.

You and Bucky had talked about what to do if you found him like this, “You call Sam and Steve, Okay? You find a place to hide and you stay far away, no matter what you hear. There’s no reasoning with him,” He had told you.

So much for that

Your phone lit up again with Sam’s urgent call, its revealing light sending ice down your spine as you saw the man nearly standing over you now, just a hair’s breadth away.

Your hand rose slowly, shaking as you tested a reach for your phone, stopping dead in your tracks as he let out a disapproving grunt. Your head nodded slowly as you gulped, returning your hand to your stomach as you watched his gaze finally shift away.

With unbothered calmness, he looked toward your phone to see Sam’s face and name scrawled across your screen. Wordlessly he reached over and pressed the ‘decline call’ button, cutting the call short and leaving you two in perfect silence once more.

Panic began to rise in your throat as his gaze turned back toward you, darkened now only by the lack of light. With slow movements the Winter Soldier reached out, putting the knife away as he crouched down, as if trying to attract a skittish animal.

Your whole body tensed as his reach came closer, eyes screwing shut as you waited for the worst, “Please… Just don’t hurt her…” You whispered, fear and desperation rattling your voice, just as it did your anxiety-filled body.

But the pain never came. Instead, the cool touch of metal fingers ran down your cheek, barely denting your flesh as he relished in its softness. Your eyes peeked open cautiously, as his fingers moved along the slope of your jaw, tilting your head up as he came to your chin.

His eyes had changed, you noticed, instead of being a harsh blizzard, they had now settled into something more human, something warmer and… yearning?

“Soldat..?” You questioned as you watched his lips part, his senses focused only on the way your body reacted to his touch. You were sure he could hear the rapid pattering of your heart beneath your ribs, its pace only increasing as his fingers moved down your neck and to the exposed collarbone in your loose neckline.

“Красивый [Beautiful]...,” was all he could reply. It came out so soft you weren’t sure you heard it at first, it’s quiet reverence meant for your ears and your ears only. “Из-за тебя он чувствует себя здесь в безопасности...? Замки дерьмовые, видимость слишком высокая, но ты… [Are you why he feels safe here…? The locks are shit, the visibility is too high, but you…]” He continued, quiet and unbothered as if he assumed you couldn’t understand him.

“He’s been bugging me to get better locks all week…” you replied with a huff, quickly shutting up as his stare found your eyes again. Between Bucky’s ramblings in the night and Natasha’s tendency to only gossip in Russian, you had made an effort to learn it; You were still learning, and your pronunciation was shit, but your understanding had gotten far better.

“And you have a good ear…” He spoke in English this time, the vague hint of an amused smile pulling at the assassin’s stern lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done that before. If that odd little smile had been seen by anyone else- anyone still living that is.

A breath of relief left you as your lips stretched to mimic his, the tension easing out of your body a little by little.

His metallic touch continued to linger, running down your covered chest until it settled on the waistband of your underwear, the cool metal trailing across your ticklish skin.

“Ah, wait, Sol-” You jumped at his touch, grabbing his wrist, despite knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to stop him if it’s what he wanted.

But instead of dipping his fingers lower, he simply tugged the oversized hoodie up, gathering it over your chest and exposing the firm baby bump concealed below. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the tiny heartbeat that fluttered in your belly as well as the thuds of its little movements against your skin. Slowly, still with that inkling of a smile, he turned to look at you, his hand hovering just above your vulnerable midsection as if awaiting permission.

Heat rose to your cheeks as you hesitated. On one hand, you felt a surprising amount of calm under the assassin's touch, his need for your approval only increasing your sense of security. But on the other hand, Bucky would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you or the baby, accident or not.

“Oh. I-”

CRASH.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as were cut short by the loud noise. The door to your apartment slammed open, surely breaking the hinges with the sheer force of it. Over a dozen heavy boots stormed into your apartment as the lights turned on, flooding your senses and forcing the Soldier’s attention elsewhere.

Your hand found his instantly, the heat of his calloused skin a comfort to you just the way Bucky’s was, especially as it squeezed around yours just the same. Sitting up properly now your sweatshirt swallowed your pregnant form once again and you peeked out to see just what was going on.

Through The Winter Soldier’s defensive stance in front of you, his knife is now drawn once more, you watched a small armed group, covered in black tactical gear raid your home, all guns pointing towards you- or more accurately- the former assassin attempting to shield you. You recognized the symbols on their vests as the team’s secondary security force, having even met a few of them over the years. But where was the rest of the team? Where was Sam, and Steve, and Tony?

“Step away from the civilian!” “Put your hands in the air!” “Sir, drop the knife!” They all shouted, overlapping with each other as each of them rushed out their demands.

“Don't shoot! It’s okay! It’s okay!” You rushed.

You tried to slip your hand from his, but he only held fast, “Soldat, please… It’s okay, just do what they say… They don’t want to hurt us. Please,” You urged, giving his hand a gentle squeeze,

His defenses faltered as he listened to you beg him to stand down. It wasn’t the usual begging he heard in his line of work, and coming from your lips had his walls cracking in an unprecedented way.

He shouldn’t have looked back at your eyes, wide and pleading, as they shook his walls further. Moving slowly he turned, kneeling before you despite the way the armed group yelled at him not to. You just held up your hand to them, pleading for them to be as gentle with him as he was with you.

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” The warm flesh of his hand came up easily to cradle your face and a small smile pulled at him again as you leaned into his large palm. “Я только что нашел тебя. Я не потеряю тебя снова так быстро[I’ve only just found you. I will not lose you again so quickly]. ”

Your heart both swelled and pained for your Soldier. You looked into his eyes and saw a sense of certainty, a sense of knowing, you hadn’t seen from him earlier. “Oh… my soldier, my star,” Your fingers entwined with the hand holding your cheek, ”You can not lose me in any way that would last…” You whispered to him past the shouts, the commotion, and the tension, like you were the only two in the room.

“Sir, put the knife down!” A young squad member called again, his voice far more concerned than his superiors. You didn’t recognize him or his number and you figured he must’ve been new. His gun trembled in his hands as he shouted again, but as the Soldier failed to move and the kid’s finger unexpectedly twitched, there came a sudden-

BANG.

“Ah-!” Your face twisted with pain as you pulled away, “Fuck…!” Your hands instinctively grabbed your leg, clamping over the shooting pain in your calf that hit you- well- like a bullet.

You winced again as you pulled one of your hands back, the raw skin of your leg angrily letting you know that it did not like being brushed against. Warm, wet crimson covered your fingers as you looked down, becoming slightly dizzy at how much had already covered your palm. You were thankful it only seemed to be a graze, but the burn you already felt and knowing you were losing blood had your stomach lurching in uncomfortable ways.

Concern painted the assassin’s expression as you recoiled away from his doting touch, but as the unmistakable warm, metallic smell curled into his nose, his expression darkened dramatically. What was once kind, curious blue eyes now saw nothing but red as he caught sight of the wound slashing across your skin. His jaw set firmly, almost audibly grinding his teeth as he stood and turned to the young kid.

You looked back at the newcomer as you tried to breathe through the pain, the horrified look on his face telling you that he knew he was a dead man walking. His face went ghost white as the super soldier stalked toward him and through even worse trembling hands he raised his gun to shoot again.

“No…!”

A sickening thud rang out as the bullet hit the assassin square in his good shoulder, getting lodged in the muscly flesh. His shoulder jerked back at the force, but it wouldn’t stop his stride as he closed the gap. Another shot rang out, but with the solid vibranium arm now covering the barrel it did little to help this poor dumb kid. Snatching him by the neck, you watched as your assassin held him up until his feet kicked uselessly in the air.

Every gun immediately trained on him and with their proximity you knew they wouldn’t miss a fatal shot if it came to it.

“Stop! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Soldier, put him down!” You yelled as you maneuvered towards the edge of the bed. “Please, don't shoot, I can fix this!” you continued, trying to convince yourself as much as you convinced them. Familiar voices joined in on your plea as Sam and Steve finally entered the picture, urgently trying to talk down both the Winter Soldier and the secondary security team.

“Bucky, It’s okay... Just put the kid down, alright?” Steve tried to reason with him, “He’s new, he doesn’t know what he’s doing yet.” Steve tried his best to stay calm and patient, but the young man was beginning to change colors now. “Bucky, put him down before you do something you can’t come back from.” But Bucky’s ears were deaf to the outside pleas and the Winter soldier refused to listen.

“Ah..!” You whimpered as you tried to stand and approach the commotion. The pain in your leg reached new heights as you tried to put weight on it, causing you to tumble to your knees almost immediately. You clutched your belly, hoping the sudden jostle wouldn’t upset the baby too much as you tried to get up again.

“Hold on, Y/n. Stay down for a minute so we can wrap your leg…” Sam asked of you, moving over to help as soon as he saw the blood on your hands, “You’re losing plenty already.”

“No, I have to…. I can’t let him get hurt,” you argued, pushing away his helpful hands as you tried to stand again. You heard the crashing thud and rushed voices as you shakily got to your feet, leaning all your weight on your good leg. As you looked up again you came eye to eye with worry-filled icy blues.

“Sol-”

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” He interrupted, his metal arm snaking around your waist to pull you in possessively and away from those who threatened your safety. On the other side of the room, the nervous kid now coughed and wheezed for breath, but you were just happy to see he was still alive.

“Please just listen to them. You’re already hurt, don’t get yourself killed…” you pleaded, your hand barely brushing over his bleeding wound before pulling his hand to your rounded belly. He tried to keep his expression steady, but you saw the way his eyes widened slightly as he looked down. “She needs someone looking out for her and I can’t do this on my own. I can’t keep away all the dangers of the world…” Your forehead rested against his as you tried to shift your weight, whining as you gave up and moved back. You couldn’t deny that this part of Bucky was her father too, even if he had been hidden away for ages, she was still his too. Whether Bucky would see it the same way you weren’t sure, but right now you were just concerned with making sure he got out of this alive.

“I can’t do this without you…”

The silence felt deafening as he considered. He never had to think about other people relying on him, not like this. His orders had always been to leave no threats, to finish his job and move on, no matter the cost to him. But the pain in his soft, fleshy shoulder was getting harder to ignore. The way his blood-soaked shirt clung to his arm now climbed to the forefront of his mind as he watched your big eyes stare back at him, desperate to understand. He was between a rock and a hard place.

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time..” You assured him, “We both will, but please let everyone get us some help.”

A gentle nudge pushed against his palm as his thoughts swirled around him, snapping him back to a single line of thought and he knew then. Defeat laid heavy on his shoulders as they slumped, accepting what must be done., “Мое солнц [My Sun] …”, He said, “Если вы так хотите, то я не буду жаловаться [If it is what you wish, then I will not complain].”

You couldn’t tell just how long you had been holding the breath you let out, your muscles relaxing as he finally held his hands up. The security squad began coming forward with an array of cuffs, but it was Sam who stopped them this time, glancing back at you for confirmation as he assured them that they could take it from here. Despite the arguing and the hesitation, they seemed to relent, shifting their focus now to their injured colleague.

Both Sam and Steve looked tired but relieved as they turned to the two of you, bloody and pained in your current state. Though they weren’t quite better; both of them looked like they had been the unfortunate punching bag of a certain super soldier mere hours before. Sam had bruises lining his arms from where he was surely blocking blow after blow and Steve smiled a bit with his busted lip, dried blood still stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get you two to the tower…”

----

The journey to the tower was quiet, your soldier never letting you out of arms reach as you all boarded the armored truck, and made your way up the tower and to the lab.

Doctors tried to treat the both of you, but as soon as anyone dared to come close your assassin was right there to growl them back. They’d hardly be able to get past his possessive hands even if they could manage to get close, his touch keeping you pulled beside him at all times.

“Soldat…” you warned him, but he was too preoccupied gathering the medical bag they had been dropped. Coming over to you, there was no warning as he scooped you up from the ground and set you on a table to get to work.

“Oh-!” You exclaimed as you held onto his strong shoulder, quickly getting plopped back down on the corner of the cold metal table. A shiver ran down your skin as you shifted against the sleek table, watching as practiced hands scoured through the medical bag, producing everything he needed as he went about fixing up your leg wordlessly.

You were beyond thankful for the haze of the (baby-safe) painkillers as his fingers slid over the raw flesh. Despite the gentle numbing of the painkiller your fingers still lay tangled in his hair as he worked, only tugging in discomfort as the gauze wrapped tightly around your leg.

"Thank you..” You said when he finally finished, moving back to appreciate his work before giving it a satisfactory nod. His eyes had grown distant again, bits of confusion and uncertainty swirling in the storm of his eyes, and you reached out to stroke your thumb across his cheek. His stony cool expression remained as you touched him, his mouth staying a firm line as he instinctively leaned into your palm. You watched him for a moment before you continued, knowing that his thoughts must be far away.

“It's your turn now, big guy.... your shoulder is still seeping and you can’t keep losing blood like this," You urged him just as you had on the ride to the tower. He had refused to listen then, letting nothing else occupy his mind until he knew you were fully taken care of. But now as you sit safely before him, the only looming threats being Sam and Steve who seem to haunt the hallway outside, he finally relented.

You moved to stand, needing the angle to effectively dig out the bullet still lodged in his muscles, but he held you still with a single large hand on your shoulder, "Stay," he urged you with that low rumble of his. His eyes lingered on yours, ensuring you would do as he asked before he began to move again, gathering the supplies you would need.

He slid his bloody shirt off, revealing the weeping wound beneath and the scars of many wounds past. You expected him to stand in front of you, maybe sit so you could take care of him, but that didn’t seem to be the important thing right now.

He climbed up onto the cold table where you sat, curling onto his side with his back facing the door so his wounded shoulder sat closest to you. His head lay in your lap with a look of unmatched serenity as he pressed his forehead against your rounded belly. And there he rested, quiet and unmoving as he took his quiet moment. But he was far too exposed like this, far too trusting of “threats” lurking outside, and he almost reminded you of Bucky again. Was Bucky fighting to come back…? Was the Winter Soldier trusting you to watch his back? … or was he accepting of something you weren't sure he knew yet?

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder to take the bullet out this way. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to," you tried to explain as you pulled out the forceps.

But he simply shook his head, "I know my time here is short, my Sun..." he said with an even tone, no semblance of fear to shake his voice, "Please let me enjoy it like this…."

Your voice caught in your throat as he answered, his blunt acceptance and knowing catching you off guard. You wished beyond anything that you could soothe him, to tell him no one was going to hurt him or take him away again. But you wouldn’t lie to him, so instead you said nothing, Your words rasping as you replied, "Of course, My star…."

The room was quiet as you worked, the only noise the sweet mumblings from your boyfriend's lips as he filled your baby’s ears with loving promises. His body let out a grunt and a soft squelch as you finally tugged the crushed bullet out. Pain creased his brow but his words never faltered and neither did the nudges or kicks he got in reply.

Carefully you cleaned up the blood, packing the wound as best you could, but you were sure Tony and his team would be redoing it soon nonetheless.

A sigh escaped him as he heard you putting away your tools, "My Sun?" he asked.

"Yes?"

“Is it time…?”

You cast your eyes downward, looking into those confused and swirling blues as they watched you with unbridled hope.

You nodded, wiping away the tears that welled in your eyes, “It’s time…” you whispered.

He nodded, thinking quietly as he looked down at your belly again, his hand smoothing over the skin he’s exposed, “Will I see you two again…?”

Your heart broke at the slight waver in his voice, “Oh, my star…” you said, resting your palm against his cheek, “It’s just like I said, ‘you can not lose me in any way that would last’. I’ll see you again and again, in this life and the next,” you assured as you leaned down to kiss his temple, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips. Tears blinked from your eyes as you continued, “I don’t know when, or for how long, but you will see us again. You can always come home to me, and I will always be there to welcome you.” You leaned, slow as not to scare him, and kissed him gently as he turned again to look at you.

It was awkward at first, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t imagine the last time the Winter Soldier had felt such gentleness, let alone a kiss.

But the moment was ripped away as the door opened, Steve, Sam, and Tony all standing in the doorway. “We’re ready for him,” Tony said simply, “Let's get this started so my lab techs can go home….”

-----

You watched behind thick glass as Tony and his team of technicians attached various wires and machinery to Bucky’s body. Sam and Steve’s hands lie on your shoulders, trying to comfort you as you watch them finish tuning and placing everything. You watched as his blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, as still as a statue as he let them do their work.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to watch this…” Steve tried to comfort you, but you only shook your head.

“No… I promised I’d see him off,” you replied, then thought with a pause, “Despite all the warnings Bucky gave me I’m happy I got to see him face to face…”

“Well, it helps that he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of you…” Sam mumbled, getting an immediate nudge from you right in one of his bruises, “ Ow…okay, point taken.”

You smiled and shook your head. It was true though; despite the fear, blood, and death that dripped from his moniker, despite the pain you endured in his presence, you would do it all again. Bucky had hidden this part of him from you for so long, only ever showing you half of his face. And though you know he wouldn’t like it, you’re happy to finally see him in full light- to know and love him completely as he’s meant to be.

Tony says something that’s hard to make out through the glass, but you see him give a thumbs up to you all so he must have been ready. He moved to the switch, hesitating for a moment to let you say a quick goodbye.

Your Soldier’s eyes found yours right away, but there was no trace of sorrow for you to see, no discomfort or fear. In fact, he seemed almost excited; excited and hopeful that when he saw you next he’d have a bundle of joy to look forward to as well.

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” you watched him say beyond the glass.

“I’ll see you again, My stars. I’m sure of it…” You replied with a soft smile.

He had just enough time to smile softly back at you, an image now pleasantly etched in your brain before Tony flipped the switch and the reset procedure began.

You covered your eyes quickly as Bucky’s body began to convulse, his strained grunts and shouts breaching containment despite the way he tried to hold it all back. The sounds of pain continued for minutes, but it felt far longer. Though, it wasn’t until it got quiet that you began to worry.

“Is it done? Is it over...?” You asked the men on either side of you, afraid to peek past your hands for fear of the worst.

“Doll…?” you heard the familiar voice call, gritty and rough from its recent use but still carrying that same soft tone he used with you.

Your heart swelled, “Bucky...?”

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mellowsaturns · 11 months

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in losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time)

BUCKY BARNES X FEM!READER

summary: when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

warnings: heavy angst, one sided enemies-to-lovers-ish, hydra!assassin!reader, hurt/comfort, happy ending, brainwashing, trauma, guns & knives, fighting, implied kidnapping of reader when young, all the feels, misunderstandings, poor attempt at writing action

wc: 4.7k

a/n: sorry it’s been forever but i hope my fellow buckyluvrs are still here <3 i actually wrote this a long time ago but never got around to editing until recently so i guess you can say this is (from the vault) ? inspired by the idea: what-if there was another winter soldier and bucky finds himself in steve’s position this time trying to get you back to him. anyways, i hope you enjoy this one :)

Bucky’s life was a never ending montage of gunfire and bloodshed. It didn’t matter if he was under the clutches of someone else, he still lived through the wars—the lingering smell of smoke and tang of metallic forever ingrained in his senses.

And just when he thought it was finally over—a glimmer of peace at last—it comes and steals that dream away from him.

Like deja-vu, he’s looking at faces that were once responsible for his pain.

On the screen, three Hydra officers stare back at him. All faces identified by Tony’s system. Alive. Last seen in the outskirts of some small country in Europe. Irrelevant low ranking officials that had managed to survive the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and have been hiding and secretly continuing Hydra’s mission underground ever since. Low officials or not, it was one too many.

Bucky freezes in his spot when Tony swipes the screen. The billionaire goes on a rant saying this particular face cannot be identified, which was according to Tony, bullshit because his face recognition system is the best in the world. The rest of the team is arguing and flipping through countless files and internet archives. But Bucky knows. He knows that face and those haunting eyes that he still sees in his dreams.

“Buck,” a voice calls out. “You know her, don’t you?”

He looks up at Steve from his spot, his best friend's face worried and all knowing.

One thing about Hydra was that they were always prepared. They had backups and multiple plans ready, or else how would two heads take its place when one was cut off? Unfortunately for the world, Hydra managed to make another deadly assassin, one whose work was so discreet and nimble that even intelligence didn't know they existed.

You were a ghost story that lived in the shadows of the Winter Soldier. You were another one of Hydra’s prize possessions—less known, but just as deadly.

With Steve’s comment, all eyes are now on Bucky. A pregnant pause fills the air and he gulps before he confesses, “I wasn’t the only one.”

The room becomes tense. The war that they thought was over suddenly looms over like an unpredicted oncoming storm. “Jesus Christ, Barnes. You couldn’t have informed us about her earlier?” says Tony.

“I thought,” he says, shifting his eyes onto the ground, “I thought she fell with S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Bucky couldn’t find you anywhere after he escaped their grasp. After he joined the Avengers, he tried once again secretly using Tony’s technology but it was to no avail—it always ended up being a dead end. And for that, he assumed Hydra had put you out of your misery the day they were caught.

But the face on the screen says otherwise. And suddenly, Bucky feels very guilty.

Steve clears his throat, “Well, they were picked up not too long ago heading north. If we leave now, we might be able to find them and stop them once and for all.”

Everyone looks at each other, debating on his proposal. “What the Captain said. Everybody, suit up. Quinjet leaves in ten,” says Tony.

On the jet, Bucky stares off into space but countless questions run through his mind.

Steve walks over and sits beside him. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, voice quiet.

Bucky sighs, “I just… I thought she was gone.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know.”

He looks up, wondering if he should tell Steve the truth. That he’s not brooding about the fact that he concealed you to them. After a moment, Bucky speaks up. “When we get there, let me handle her. Please.”

Steve didn’t know what kind of history Bucky had with you. But judging from the look his best-friend is giving, it’s more than what Steve could understand or even comprehend but he trusts Bucky and so, he gives him a nod. “She’s all yours.”

After scouting the area and tracing the location to a very hidden underground warehouse in the middle of nowhere, they split up. The warehouse was dark and dusty, surely abandoned, but Bucky knew better—it was their facade behind the most sinister of activities. Through the comms, Natasha announces that she has already taken care of all the troops in the West wing. Moments later, Sam reports that he has eliminated one of the Hydra officers. They wouldn’t last long. Hydra didn’t have much resources or time to rebuild—their current empire was weak, they were no match for the Avengers this time.

The only person Bucky’s truly worried about is you. The fact that he trained you, made you into what you were today already gave him the chills. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore, but he was certain that you were still in that killer mindset that Hydra forced upon you.

Step by step, Bucky walks through the quiet hallway, the echoes of his footsteps the only noise. It’s cold here, he notices, which gives him flashbacks to those days in his dirty cell and the cryostasis chamber. Down a hallway to the next, round a corner and another, there wasn’t a single soul in the eerily Eastern wing.

But he spoke too soon, because seconds later, a garrote wire was around his neck. The swift invisible steps and the perfect pressure that was being used to quickly cut off his air supply was all too familiar. He knows this move, he taught this move. You’re here, and you’re dragging him backwards.

Before all oxygen gets cut off to his brain, he jabs his elbow backwards and hits you hard on the rib which releases the hold you have on him and sends you stumbling back. Bucky takes a moment to regain his breath but you’re on your feet again. He looks at you and for a moment he freezes, then you let out a sinister grin. “Nice to see you again, Soldat,” you taunt, before running towards him.

Bucky’s deflecting your punches one after another. Maybe he’s glad he was the one who taught you everything you know because your moves were predictable—if it were another person, there is no doubt they would’ve been on the ground with multiple concussions bleeding out already. You’re ruthless when you do a triple roundhouse kick on him. On the fourth one, he manages to catch your leg and twists it, sending you to the ground with a groan.

How familiar this scene was, Bucky thinks.

Some forty-years ago, Hydra brought a woman into the training room. There was no further instruction than to train you and that’s what he did. He could tell you were well trained already—compliant and pliable. You were good. And you were just like him, injected with a serum that made you a hundred times more efficient and stronger. In just under a year, Hydra would start sending you on missions. Sometimes with him, sometimes alone.

During training, the both of you would spar for hours, leaving each other bloody and bruised, but it didn’t matter to the overlookers, the both of you would heal in a few hours anyways.

Once you pick yourself back up, he pulls a gun out on you. “Stop this,” he commands.

You smirk, “You going to shoot me, Soldat? I want to see you try.”

He clenches his jaw. You continue to look at him, a dark look on your face that shows no sign of true recognition.

His thoughts are disrupted when you tackle him onto the ground. You kick his gun away and pin his arms down as you straddle him. “I’m going to kill you,” you declare, “I’m going to put a bullet through your head.”

When he looks up at you, your eyes are full of rage. Bucky doesn’t know whether that’s the brainwashed version of you talking or the actual you talking—maybe both.

“What are you going to do after you kill me?” he says, irritated. C’mon, please recognize me. “This is all that remains of Hydra. Half the troops are already dead. One of your new leaders is dead. In a few hours, Hydra will be no more. What will you do after that? What are you going to do after you kill me?”

“What does it matter? You’re my mission. I’m going to finish it.”

He groans at your stubbornness that was identical to his Soldier persona.

He says your name slowly. “Get off. You can walk away from this.”

You frown, but he continues, “I know how you feel. You’re feeling helpless.” He clears his throat, “There’s someone behind this version of you. I want to talk to her.”

“What are you talking about?” you utter in annoyance. “Stop stalling.”

He says that name again, with calamity and care. You want to rip out his tongue.

“Let me talk to her. Please.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” you shout, grabbing for the gun that’s strapped onto your waist. “Stop talkin–”

“I was in the cell next to yours. You liked the colour green. You were wearing white when we first met. You always wanted to visit Bucharest. You hated the leaky cold showers in the Siberian facility,” he rambles, trying to remember every single thing about you in a desperate attempt to get your attention so this version of you won’t shoot him in the face.

And for a moment, it works because your hand freezes on the grip of your gun. He takes that moment to flip you over, so you’re under him now, hands pinned above your head. He takes your gun and throws it behind him.

You snarl at him while trying to escape his grasp. “I know you’re under there,” he says. “Please, come through. Please talk to me.”

Your face scrunches in pain, not from him—he would never hurt you—but from the mental warfare that’s currently going on in your mind. You close your eyes as he speaks again. “Listen to my voice, you know me, don’t you? мой милая.”

My darling.

For a moment, your entire body tenses up and then you let out a painful breath. When your eyelids start to flutter open, he finally sees the eyes he came to know and rely on—eyes he came to love.

The both of you are looking at each other unblinking. A scene neither of you expected but always dreamt about.

You break the silence with a whisper of, “James?”

Bucky slowly nods at your disbelief. Finally, he thinks. But such respite doesn’t last long, because seconds later, you hook your foot under his and flip him over and escape his grasp.

There's darkness in your eyes and he can tell that the Soldate is back and the fighting resumes.

You’re chasing him down the twisting hallway and when you catch up, you grab his shoulder and throw a punch to his jaw. He stumbles back and then a voice comes through the comms.

“Just took down the second one.” Steve. “Bucky, how are you holding up? You’ve been quiet ever since we split up.”

He’s trying his best to block your hand, which now has a damn pocket knife. Your quick movements are starting to tire him out. Maybe he taught you too well, he thinks.

“Buck? Bucky. Confirm your status, right now.”

Groaning in frustration, he taps his earpiece. “I’m fine,” he grunts. A second later, “Shit!” he huffs out as you nearly slice his face.

“You don’t sound fine. Is she with you? I’m sending back up.”

“No!” he says, “Don’t send anyone. I can handle her.”

In truth, he’s struggling right now—your stamina has always been better than his—but he’s worried that you’re going to accidentally get hurt and even more agitated when people appear. His main priority was keeping you safe. Fuck the mission statement they talked about back on the Quinjet.

You’re angry—no, you’re extremely angry at him. It doesn’t take a genius to tell. It’s a mixture of pure rage from both the brainwashed and actual you.

He supposed he deserved it. You should be angry. Because for the longest time, it was you and him.

Other than turning you into a ruthless assassin just like him, an unexpected companionship also formed during those hazy in-between moments when the two of you weren’t frozen or on the metal chair getting fried by those machines—during the times when he was just Bucky and you were just you, two unfortunate innocent souls that shared the same suffering.

They weren’t pleasant moments. It was dehumanising. It was getting shoved into draughty cells with nothing but a blanket until it was time to train or time to embark on a mission. Luckily, your cells were next to each other and it made the endless nights a little more bearable. He was a little off-putting at first, but when he yelled at you to stop crying because they would torture you even more for it, you knew he meant well.

During your shared time together, glimpses of your true selves would seldom come up and you would tell each other about the little bits and pieces of a life once known. And the both of you would hold onto each other's memories and stories in case the other forgets.

And whenever they prep the two of you for the chamber due to there being no current missions for the time being, the two of you would look at each other—a look of longing with the secret squeezing of each other's hand before going under.

Despite the absolute awful situation the two of you were in at the time, the both of you were hopeful for the next shared moments together. Because even when all hope was gone, you had each other. And that was good enough for the two of you.

He misses you. So damn much.

“Shut up,” you mutter.

He didn’t even realise he said it outloud. “Well, I do,” he admits, his back hitting a wall.

“You talk too much, Soldat,” you say, creeping up on him. “I ought to cut your throat.”

“I’m sorry I left you with them.”

You halt in your steps and your jaw ticks. In a second, you pounce on him, your knife against his throat. He’s gripping your hand to stop you from continuing your job.

He says your name again. You’re pushing but he’s pushing back just as hard. “I’m sorry…” he repeats, “I’m so sorry.”

The desperation in his voice… You glance up at him slowly and he sees the pink forming in your eyes and your trembling lips. “What are you doing? What are you doing to me?” you whisper.

He sees the internal war behind your eyes once again. Bucky gulps for a moment before letting go of your hand, trusting that you won’t do any actual harm, and moves his hands so he’s cupping your face, firm enough so you’re forced to look at him. You look into his eyes for a second, then a minute, and for a moment, everything stops. Your breath hitches, because those eyes… those arctic blues… you know them. You fell in love with them many years ago.

A realisation washes over your face, one that Bucky doesn’t miss. You’re back.

The first tear falls. Then the second. “Bucky.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers.

You let out a small cry before you press the blade harder against his neck, your grip a vice from his betrayal. He could feel the sharp cold metal pierce through his skin ever so slightly, but he doesn’t try and stop you.

“Give me a reason to not kill you right now,” you grit through tears. “You left me. You left me behind to rot alone. You promised me. You fucking promised,” you say, voice laced with venom and so much hurt.

Bucky’s heart breaks at the sadness of your voice. Because he did promise. There wasn’t much to do in the cells other than throw around false hope. But whenever he told you he was going to escape one day and that he was going to take you with him—it didn’t feel like false promises at all because it wasn’t, and you knew it too.

Until he broke that promise and left you all alone.

“I didn’t mean to,” he says, voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to leave you there with them.”

“I waited for you,” you cry. “Day and night I waited for you to come back. Even when they relocated, I waited for you because I knew you’d find me.”

You remember that day clearly. Everyone was in a frenzy when the death of Alexander Pierce broke out and that they could not locate the Soldat. For a moment, you could taste your own freedom because government officials would come anytime now and finally arrest all these criminals. But right when they came, a few Hydra officers managed to escape and took you with them, and when you woke up, you didn’t know where the hell you were. But even then you didn’t lose hope because James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, the name you committed to memory, was going to come for you just like he promised.

Until days, months, and eventually, a year came with no sign of him.

You were angry at first, but it slowly turned into worry because what if something bad had happened to him? But what do you know? You were stuck in this building and only went out whenever they spoke those trigger words to you. And you were always under their watchful eyes, giving you no chance to even attempt an escape. Surely he would never break his promise to you so something must’ve happened to him, you told yourself multiple times.

But he was standing here right in front of you. Alive. We’re under attack, your handler said to you moments ago, Kill the Soldat before he kills you.

“You’re a liar. You never cared about me,” you hiss.

Sometimes, it got too much. But whenever reality was a bit too hard to endure, Bucky was there, always reaching his hand out to you through the metal cage, which you took and held tight. And it meant the world to you, that someone cared.

“All those moments, did it even mean anything to you?”

He uses this opportunity to pull your arms down slightly, knife finally away from his neck and his eyes start to sting from his own tears. “They meant everything to me. I care about you.”

You look up at him with a defeated expression and Bucky never wanted to punch himself in the face more. “Then why? Why didn’t you come back for me?”

“I did,” he chokes out. “When I escaped, the first thing I did was go back for you, but the facility had already been raided and there was no one there. I checked every inch of the building.”

Bucky had never felt so scared, because what if the government took you too? They would never understand—framing you as a villain even though that was far from the truth. But there was no news of your capture, so with a breath of relief, Bucky continued to look through other known Hydra facilities.

“I tried my best looking for you, but I also had to be careful because I was a wanted man at the time. When months passed by and there were no clues, I thought that maybe you had escaped. I was in Bucharest waiting for you. Remember how you said you always wanted to go there? I knew that if you escaped, you’d find me there. Even when you didn’t show, I never gave up. Steve… I think I told you about him once—he found me, he helped me and cleared my name. After that, I still searched for you but it all ended up being dead ends. And…” he pauses for a moment, “and so I thought you were dead. I should’ve tried harder. I’m sorry.”

He had mourned you and blamed himself endlessly for it.

He knows he should’ve asked for help, but instead, he took this task upon himself until it got too much—because that was the one thing he struggled with the most, asking for help.

When his side of the story finally comes to light, you break into a sob. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he says, “but please, drop the weapon and let me help you.”

You swallow hard at his confession. He never stopped looking for you. You didn’t even consider how hard it must’ve been for him after everything and yet you’re lashing out on him.

“How are you going to help me?” you say. “I’m a mess. All you have to do is say those words and I turn into a weapon.”

Twelve. Ember. Fragment. Nine. Academy. Order. Frigid. Yearning. Blue.

Those were your trigger words.

“I got you out of your trance, didn’t I?” he says with a gentle smile.

Hydra needed you to rebuild their empire and they relied on those nine words to do so. To them, those nine words were your greatest weakness but one of them, the last one, the one they liked to spit out in vexation, was also your greatest strength—your salvation.

Blue.

You think back, moments prior, when all he had to do was use his voice and all you had to do was look into the blues of his eyes. Hydra can repeat those words all they want, but Bucky would always be able to bring you back.

At that, your grip relaxes and the knife finally drops onto the floor, it’s noise ricocheting off the walls.

“There’s a place called Wakanda and I know someone there who can help you. Her name’s Ayo and she’s amazing. She helped me overcome my words.”

He brings his hands back up to cradle your face and you shutter at the familiar touch—at the calluses on his palms. “And I think you’ll like it there. It’s quiet and there’s so much… green.”

You let out a small laugh through your tears but doubt still fills your mind. “But… all the things I did,” you whimper, “I did such terrible unforgivable things. There’s… there’s so much blood on my hands.”

Sadness flares around his heart. It was all so familiar. He knows the feeling.

“It’s not going to be easy. God knows how long it took for me to believe that none of it was my fault. But let me be the first one to tell you,” he says, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “None of what you did was your fault. You were a victim.” He swallows a deep breath, “There are going to be days where it’ll be too much too bear and there are going to be nights where all those casualties will haunt you,” he admits. “But… but you’ll get there. Someday, you’ll learn to stop punishing yourself for something you didn’t do.”

And he vows that he’ll help you every step of the way.

You breathe out slowly, digesting all his words. “You can trust me,” he tells you, “I won’t let you down this time. I’ll be here.”

Blinking up at him, the small hesitant part of you so desperately wanted to say, “How can I trust you?” but his eyes were telling you everything you needed to know. Because it was filled with nothing but honour and truth.

He breaks away from you and reaches out his hand. An invitation. You stare at it for a while, then you slowly lift yours and brush your fingers amongst his before grabbing it tightly—a truce of sorts, a promise. He squeezes back in return, a loving smile on his face, just like all those nights many moonlights ago.

Your breath hitches when he pulls you into his embrace, your face burying perfectly into the valley of his chest. He wraps his arms around you in urgency, in fear, almost afraid you’ll slip out if he doesn’t.

“It’s over,” he mumbles into your hair.

Because two floors down an explosion erupts, finishing off the last remaining garrison of troops. Three hallways down, Natasha sets fire to a room that contained the other small red leather book that held those nine suffocating words written in Russian. Outside, the last Hydra officer attempting to flee falls to his knees from an arrow to the chest. And the only hope they had left to rebuild their regime was safely in Bucky’s arms.

He pulls away and uses his thumb to rub gently across your cheek, “It’s over. The war is finally over.”

Now that the worst is over, Bucky’s hopeful. There will be other conflicts to come, that was just how it worked, but this one, the one that held you and him underwater for years was finally over. War always took too much, but this time, it gave something back. Because among the ashes and ruins you came back to him, no more oceans in between.

“What do we do now?” you press nervously. You were taken at a young age and spent years in the Red Room before you were sold off to Hydra. Like Bucky, you’re in the wrong time period, there’s no one to go back to.

There’s so many things you could do, Bucky thinks. You can finally start living the life you deserved, the life that was taken from you too early. He’ll have to explain all this to his teammates but he knows they’ll understand. They treated him so well, there’s no doubt they’ll show the same kindness for you. Then, he’ll go with you to Wakanda, get rid of the words, maybe stay there for a while so you could heal—maybe show you the goats he took care of during his time there.

You’ll probably adjust to the 21st century better than him—you won’t need to start off with a flip phone, that’s for sure. He’ll make you listen to all the great records and watch all the movies you missed out on. There’s so many things he wanted to do with you. He knows you have no memories, no recollection. It didn’t matter, Bucky thinks, he would make new memories with you, ones worth cherishing and remembering. If you’ll have him, of course.

But first and most importantly, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Then we can talk about it,” he says, rubbing the grime off your nose.

He grabs your hand and heads for the exit. But before he does, you pick up your knife from the floor and in one quick motion, you spin around and throw it. The knife embeds itself into the wall a few metres away, right next to a prying face. You stand in front of Bucky and stare at the intruder with a murderous gaze and Bucky’s heart races at the thought of you still wanting to protect him after everything.

The blond raises his arms up in surrender.

“Steve,” Bucky says from behind and you briefly recognize that name. You turn around to look at him and he meets your eyes, nodding. You relax your stance.

“Hi,” Steve says, voice slightly hoarse. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

Bucky scoffs at him, as if he wasn’t eavesdropping the whole time.

Steve looks at the both of you, then a gentle smile adorns his face. “C’mon, the rest are waiting outside for you both.”

You step forward. This is it. Freedom. A new life. Bucky notices your hesitation as you suddenly stop in your tracks. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he squeezes with reassurance. You take a deep breath, then the two of you follow Steve to the exit, leaving behind the smoke and memories of your old life.

Outside, the sun comes up slowly but surely on the horizon, painting the awakening sky a gentle warm hue of oranges and pinks.

A new beginning awaits.

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d4yl1ghts · 27 days

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anthony bridgerton x pregnant, wife, fem!reader

summary: your son gets stung by a bee and anthony is reminded of his father

warnings: mentions of death, panic attack, pregnancy

It was the perfect afternoon; sunny and peaceful. You were sat outside with your husband, Anthony, watching over your son and daughter. Your daughter was making daisy chains and your son was wandering around your large gardens and messing around. Turning slightly, you stared at Anthony, he looked so pleased that you couldn’t help but let your lips curl upwards.

Anthony could feel your eyes on him and so he turned towards you and hungrily kissed your lips. As you pulled away, you said: “Tony, it is such a wonderful day.”

He tilted his head to look at your children who were laughing to themselves. He then glanced down at your growing stomach with a proud smirk in his face. You rolled your eyes at his antics. He looked at you with lust and you couldn’t help but feel slightly weak at the knees. You sighed contentedly as his lips moulded into yours perfectly.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth hastily and you moaned into his mouth.

You instantly pulled away as you heard your son crying. “Arthur!”, you yelled as you ran over to examine him. “What happened, sweetheart?”, you asked softly as you grazed over his little body. He pointed towards a bee and then to his arm. You moved to look at Anthony and you saw fear cross his features. “Let me see.”, he dragged Arthur towards him. “Ow!”, Arthur yelled as he was dragged. Anthony’s breathing was slightly uneven as he analysed the sting.

“Okay, it’s fine.”, he stated, mostly to himself. You knew of how Edmund had passed and you understood Anthony’s approach to the situation. “Arthur, let’s take you inside, shall we? You can have some chocolate.”, you said as you gently took your son’s hand. “Watch over Bianca whilst I’m inside, I’ll come back in a minute, my love.”, you eased your husband.

You left Arthur with one of your maids and quickly made your way outside again where you saw Anthony pacing and muttering to himself. You walked over rapidly and grabbed his wrist. “You’re okay, our son’s fine.”, you muttered to him as you raked your hands through his groomed hair. He melted into your touch as he grabbed your waist and held you tightly. Tears fell down his cheeks and you made sure to wipe them. “It’s okay, my love. Breathe with me, Tony.”, you guided him and he did as instructed.

He eventually calmed down in your arms and you called your daughter over. “Let’s head in.”, you smiled down at her. Anthony took your hand and Bianca’s and lead you both in where you checked on Arthur. He was fine but he gladly accepted the gifts you offered him. Anthony sat beside him and kissed his head fatherly.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 28 days

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I was thinking of reader being pregnant but not being aware yet but bucky can hear the heartbeat of his unborn child but what if the reader and Bucky weren't in an established relationship in fact the two don't really get a long at all but they hooked up once and Reader got pregnant. After a mission they end up in a safe house and Bucky realizes that he's hearing the heartbeat of their unborn child

Unexpected » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out Y/N is pregnant with his unborn baby when he hears the heartbeat.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Angst, language, mentions of sex (18+), kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @annekelovesreading 🩵

A/N #2: @little-miss-dilf-lover wrote a similar one shot. Just know I’m not copying her in any way. Her and I just got the same request. She said I can write this and I thank her for allowing me to write this🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

“I had him, Barnes!” You yelled, panting.

“No you didn’t. You could barely-” That’s when he heard it, the noise he’s been hearing all week.

“I could barely what, huh?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He clears his throat. “Let’s just finish this mission so we can go to the safe house.” He says, gently nudging you in the direction you two need to go.

Bucky thought he had been hearing things all week. He has been hearing a little thumping noise. He only hears it when he’s around you which is weird, considering that you two don’t get along. He’s been trying to figure out what the noise is and it’s driving him crazy. That was the only thing on his mind as you two finished the mission and went to the safe house. It didn’t take long for realization to hit him. The little thumping noise he has been hearing all week is a heartbeat of an unborn baby. Meaning, you’re pregnant with his child. Bucky remembered the one time you and him had sex. You two got drunk off of Asgardian alcohol Thor gave you and him at Tony’s party a few weeks ago, making his eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” Bucky says to himself.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair as he paced back and forth in the bedroom. If you knew, you would’ve told him, right? You wouldn’t keep something this important from him, would you? Or maybe you don’t know it yet. Instead of jumping to conclusions, he laid down on the bed and tried to relax, but that got him nowhere. He just stared up at the ceiling. Bucky already knew that he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night so he just tried to relax. He turned the TV on for background noise to drown out his thoughts. He soon fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke up from his dreamless sleep. A sigh left his lips as he got out of bed to get something to drink. He stopped in his tracks, hearing the heartbeat of his unborn child coming from your bedroom. Bucky was tempted to go in your room to hear the heartbeat better, but he didn’t want to wake you. He went to the kitchen and got some water and went back to his room. Bucky laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling once again till he fell asleep. When morning came, he woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining through the curtains. Bucky rubbed his eyes to wake himself up more before getting out of bed. He went to the kitchen, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when the smell of coffee didn’t instantly hit his nose.

“You didn’t make coffee?” Bucky asks, slightly annoyed.

“No.” You took a sip of your orange juice. “For some reason, it’s been making me nauseous for the past couple weeks.” You tell him.

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat when you mentioned being nauseous.

“That’s weird.” He says, clearing his throat.

Bucky got a cup from the cabinet and poured himself some orange juice. He went to the living room and sat down next to you.

“Just out of curiosity…” Bucky took a sip of his orange juice before asking his question. “Does anything else make you nauseous?” He asks curiously.

“Now that I think about it, some of my favorite foods have been making me feel sick lately.” You answered. “Wait a minute. We don’t like each other. Why are you asking me this?” You asked, looking at him.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his orange juice.

“Are you thinking I’m pregnant?” You asked.

“What? No. I’m not thinking that at all.” He says, lying through his teeth.

That’s when Bucky heard the little heartbeats again. He glanced down at your stomach, listening to the heartbeat of his unborn child.

“Either you have a staring problem or you know something I don’t.” You say.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, moving his eyes away from your stomach.

“You’re a terrible liar.” You tell him. “Tell me what’s going on before I interrogate you.” You say, turning your body to face him.

“Last time I checked, you’re not a detective or a cop.” He says, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“I was trained in that area, Barnes.” You followed him to the kitchen. “I’m going to ask you again, do you know something I don’t?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky gave in with a sigh and turned to face you.

“Heartbeats.” Is all he said.

“You mean our heartbeats?” You asked.

“Not ours. An unborn baby’s heartbeat.” He says.

“What do you mean an unborn baby’s heartbeat? I’m not-” You stopped to think for a moment. “I’m not pregnant. Am I?” You say, more to yourself.

You kept thinking. You haven’t gotten your period in two months and most of your favorite foods and drinks make you nauseous. Some of your clothes don’t fit you like they used to. Your mind started to wander to the time you and Bucky had sex. That was two months ago as well. You two got drunk on Asgardian alcohol Thor gave you guys and neither of you thought to use a condom when you guys had sex. As you were putting the pieces together, it was beginning to make sense.

“Maybe I am pregnant.” That’s when your eyes widen in realization. “Oh my god.” You whispered. “I’ve been taking a lot of hits during this mission. What if- What if I did something to hurt the baby?” You say, looking at Bucky with tears in your eyes.

“Hey, don’t go there.” Bucky cooes, wrapping his arms around you. “You didn’t know, doll. I’m sure the baby is fine.” He says softly, rubbing your back to calm you down.

Bucky stood in the kitchen, holding you in his arms till you said something.

“How can we raise a baby together if we don’t get along?” You asked, looking up at him.

“We’ll figure something out.” He says, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

“What about the mission? I obviously can’t finish this mission in the condition I’m in.” You say.

“We’ll call Steve later and figure something out. As of right now, let’s get you comfortable.” He says.

Bucky lead you to his bedroom. You got underneath the blanket while Bucky stared at your stomach for a moment.

“Can I listen to the heartbeat?” Bucky asks.

“Of course you can. It’s your baby too.” You say with a smile.

You took the blanket off of you and moved your t-shirt just above your stomach. Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration when he seen your baby bump beginning to form. He laid down on the bed next to you and pressed his ear against your stomach, smiling when he heard the baby’s heartbeat.

“What’s it like?” You asked curiously.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Bucky says, completely astonished.

You couldn’t help but reach a hand down, running your fingers through his hair. Bucky hummed at the feeling.

“You know…” Bucky starts. “I’ve always wanted a daughter. That was in the 40s and I still want that now.” He tells you.

“Wanna know something?” You asked. “I’ve always wanted a daughter too.” You say with a smile.

A smile grew on his face. What Bucky did next surprised both of you. He leaned up and kissed you passionately.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, pulling away.

“No need to be sorry. I’m pregnant with your baby. You get to kiss me all you want.” You say, cupping his scruffy cheeks and rubbed your thumbs over his beard.

“Well, in that case…” Bucky kissed you again. “A kiss for my doll and…” He moves down to your stomach. “A kiss for our little one.” He says, kissing your stomach.

“You really think we can work this out?” You asked.

“For the sake of the baby, I hope we can.” He says, lying down next to you.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you protectively and pulled you closer to him, placing one of his hands on your stomach. You and Bucky spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking out your differences so you two can raise this baby together.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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wwilsonbarness · 9 months

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i messed up...

pairings: bucky barnes x pregnant!reader

summary: you go against what you and bucky agreed, how will he react?

warnings: angst, pregnant reader, asshole bucky, none more i think?

word count: 1219

a/n: Bucky's a major ass in this but i have part two started if anyone is interested :)

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part 2

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You didn’t mean to mess up this bad, you just wanted a normal day, a day where you could leave the tower alone without an Avenger there to protect you.

You knew what you signed up for when you and Bucky became official. He had told you so many times that being with him put you at risk but you didn’t care, you loved him too much to be without him. He had insisted that since that day you would have someone there to protect you at all times, you knew it was in a loving way it was a lot to handle, and ever since you and Bucky discovered you were pregnant it had only gotten more intense. You knew it was for the better but it was suffocating you, which is why you went to the store alone this morning. It wasn’t far from the tower and you would be back within the hour, surely nothing could happen in that time?

On your walk home your phone started to buzz, and not just once but it kept buzzing until you opened the chat and the messages started loading in. They were from Sam, the first was a picture of you, from just 15 minutes earlier, you were reaching up to the top shelf in the store and your shirt had risen up, making your bump slightly more visible. How someone noticed that you have no idea. The rest of the text messages were fairly calm but the last one made you panic.

Sam

where are you? let me know you’re okay please Y/n are you safe? He doesn’t know yet.

Shit. Bucky was going to be furious at you, he had told you so many times not to go out alone because of this very reason. Now everyone was going to know that you and Bucky had a baby coming. You and Bucky had both agreed that you would keep your pregnancy between as few people as possible, for the baby’s safety and now you’ve compromised that. Only the other Avengers, your family and a couple of friends knew about it.

Unintentionally you slowed your pace for the rest of your walk, sending Sam a quick text to let him know you were safe and on your way back. You were scared to face Bucky but at least you could tell him yourself before he found out online or by Sam.

It doesn’t take long even with your slow pace to get back, you hesitantly push the button for your floor, mentally preparing yourself for facing Bucky. He had been especially insistent on keeping your baby away from the public because of his long list of enemies and being a part of the Avengers meant that list was forever growing.

When the lift dings and the doors open you pause for a second before stepping out, first you check yours and Bucky’s bedroom but it’s empty so you head for the common room. When you walk in Bucky’s there, as well as Sam, Tony, Natasha and Steve. At first glance things look normal, and no one notices you walking in until you speak. “Hi..”

That’s when Bucky turns around, his jaw was clenched together, brows furrowed, anger practically seeping out of him. He knew. You want to apologise but you can’t manage to get any words out. A few seconds pass before Nat’s voice breaks the silence. “Are you okay Y/n?” You nod towards her, fidgeting with your fingers trying to distract yourself from the shouting match you knew was about to begin. You’d seen Bucky angry before but never this much and never because of you.

“Bucky, I’m so-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence before he interrupted you

“Did you not listen to anything I said to you? Did you really just ignore everything? I told you this would happen but what? You just did it anyway?“

“Buc-“ He wouldn’t listen, his words were spilling out of him. He didn’t even know what he was really saying. He was just so scared and angry at himself for not protecting you and your baby.

“You’ve seen what the people we deal with can do and you still acted like a complete idiot.” You could hear muffled sounds of Sam and Nat trying to stop him from going any further but all you could focus on was Bucky’s words.

“No. How could you make such a careless mistake?”

Your eyes were growing wetter with each word he said but you tried to keep yourself composed. You didn’t feel as if you had any right to be upset, you were the one who messed up.

“I wasn’t trying to..” You attempt to interrupt him and defend yourself but at this point you knew that was pointless.

“I mean seriously,” He pauses for a moment, contemplating his next words, “it’s like you don’t care about our baby at all.”

Oh. That one hurt. He had to know you cared right? Your baby was everything to you. Could he really think you didn’t care?

Tony had stayed quiet up until now. “Enough James!” He screeched from behind Bucky, “I won’t let you talk to Y/n like that, either calm down or leave my tower.”

You knew he was going to be angry at you but you were not prepared for this much of it. Bucky stares at you for a few seconds before he walks out, dropping his head down to your stomach and scoffing as he does so. Now it wasn’t just anger you felt from him, it was disappointment too.

You can’t bring yourself to move from the spot you’ve been standing in since you arrived, the only thing breaking you out of your trance was someone’s hand on your shoulder. You weren’t sure who until they spoke. “Y/n? Are you alright?”

It was Sam, you manage to turn to him and stutter out, “I‘m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He brings his hand up to your head and pulls you gently towards him for a much needed hug. “He’s not angry with you, he’s just scared. It’s gonna be okay.”

“I just wanted to do something for myself, I don’t want to have to rely on an Avenger everytime I want to go to the store.”

“I know, he shouldn’t have gotten angry like that. I’m not making any excuses for him but he’s never felt love like he does for you. You and this baby are everything to him, he’s scared to lose you.”

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Your voice is quiet, almost too quiet but Sam can just hear you.

“I know he will, he just needs some time to cool down.” You nod your head against Sam’s chest, part of you knew Bucky would forgive you but an even bigger part of you believed you had messed up too bad.

You reach into your bag and take out the small white teddy you bought, when you read the words printed on its tiny outfit you start to cry harder. It read, “Best Dad Ever”, you just hoped Bucky would forgive you so you could give it to him.

If you could go back to this morning and change your decision you would. You just want things back the way they were.

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wintersoldiersoul · 6 months

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Bucky x pregnant reader

Bucky started working from home and everything was great! You spend time together and made plans for Baby coming along but the longer Bucky stayed at home the more he hid himself away in his office working, and one day as your hormones kick in, you're feeling very emotional and just wanting cuddles from him, so you go to his office and ask him about coming to bed and cuddling and he just says he's busy he will be there soon and you say that he's been working all day and you haven't seen him and he ends up snapping at you and it makes you cry and you tell him that you don't want to see him for the rest of the night and storm away, after a while bucky can't concentrate on work because he made you cry and he comes to find you and when he finds you aren't in your shared bedroom he panics thinking you left him and he shouts and runs around the full house only to find you curled up sleeping on the bed in your baby's room and he carries you to bed and apologises and tells stark that he won't be working anymore until the baby is here and settled

I wanna carry his children so fucking bad. What who said that?

The day that you told Bucky you were pregnant was the best day of his life. He couldn’t believe that you, the love of his life, was carrying his child. You were going to make him a father, something he thought he’d never get to be. You were terrified to tell him, as the pregnancy wasn’t planned but the second he burst out in a wide grin, you cried. You were hoping that Bucky would be on the same page as you in terms of keeping it.

Within an hour, he had called Tony and asked for permission to work from home for the duration of your pregnancy. He wanted to keep an eye on you 24/7, especially since you were carrying his super soldier baby. He treated you like precious cargo, bringing you everything you wanted, carrying you when you complained about your feet hurting, and constantly giving you stomach and back rubs.

The two of you were in a state of complete bliss, setting up the nursery, picking out potential names, and going on shopping sprees for your future child. Bucky sobbed when you found out you were having a girl. He couldn’t believe it. “I hope she looks just like her mother,” he said, smiling.

You would often wake up in the morning finding Bucky’s lips pressed against your stomach, whispering to your unborn child. “Your mama is so pretty, you know. So kind, too. And oh my god, is she smart,” he would say, not realizing you were yet awake. “You’re so lucky because you have the best mom in the world.”

“Your daddy isn’t too bad either,” you said, announcing your presence. “I hope you have his eyes.” He smiled, moving up to kiss you gently.

Unfortunately, even though he was working from home and not going on missions, Bucky still had to work. He was tasked with a lot of research before the other team members would go out onto the field. He had to do all of the mission reports and put together briefings. And as luck would have it, 8 months into your pregnancy, the team was facing a big threat.

Bucky began to spend hours and hours in his office every day. He was trying to get it done as fast as possible but there was so much ground to cover. You could sense how stressed he was and you didn’t wanna bother him but you missed him dearly. And you were getting to the point where your bump was so big that you couldn’t even put on shoes yourself. You needed him.

One night, you reached a point where your body was just begging for his touch. Not even sexually, though your hormones wouldn’t protest it, but you just needed him to cuddle you. You missed him whispering to your stomach, something that he didn’t even have the time to do anymore. You still hadn’t decided on a name for your daughter and you didn’t wanna stress him out but you missed sitting and talking for hours about all of the things you would do as a little family. The bottom line was that you were pregnant and you needed him. He could take a little break, right? You walked - more like waddled - to his office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” he called. You stepped inside and he looked at you, smiling. There you were, his beautiful girlfriend, stuffed full of his baby wearing one of his shirts. He looked so tired, dark circles hanging under his eyes. “How are my girls doing?” he asked, placing a kiss on your stomach. Even the small display of affection made you grin. You needed to be in his arms more than you’d ever needed anything.

“We miss you,” you pouted.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, beautiful. This mission is really kicking my ass and I’m not even going on it.” You felt so bad for how much stress he was under. He hadn't really relaxed in weeks and you had no idea when the last time he got more than 4 hours of sleep was.

“Take a break, Buck. Please. I’m all hormonal and my back hurts and I just wanna be held by you.”

He looked at you with a sad expression. “I-I can’t. The team leaves in a couple days and I’m still trying to find out everything that I can about these guys.”

“Please? Carrying your damn super-soldier daughter is making me feel all kinds of things. I just really need to cuddle for a little. I’ve been trying so hard to not bother you but I really need you to hold me right now, Buck.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, getting agitated.

“10 minutes,” you begged. You hated interrupting him but you had been so patient for so long. You just needed him right now.

“I said I can’t!” he snapped, voice raised. “What don’t you get about that?”

Your eyes welled with tears. “Oh,” you whispered quietly. “Well don’t worry about it cause I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the night anyway!” You walked out of the room as quickly as you could, slamming the door behind you.

The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just so incredibly tired. He was trying his best to finish all of his work so that he could go back to giving you all the love and attention that you wanted 24/7. He missed you so much, too.

It took everything in him to not chase after you when you walked out the door. He wanted to hold you, to apologize, but he couldn’t. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could just go back to loving you.

You started crying harder as soon as you left the room. Deep down, you knew he was so exhausted and stressed. You knew he didn’t mean to snap at you and that he probably felt awful about it. But your hormones were so intense that you couldn’t help the crying. You just wanted him. Your whole body was so tired from carrying a growing human inside of you and all you needed was for Bucky to make you feel better. But he couldn’t even do that.

You went into the nursery, looking around at all the progress you had made. What had started as a blank room with no purpose was now full of life and love. This was the room that you were going to raise your daughter in.

Rubbing over your bump, you sat down on the floor. You felt a kick as you settled, something that had been happening frequently but a feeling that would never stop amazing you. “It’s okay, baby girl,” you said to your stomach, wondering if she could somehow sense your distress. “Mama just misses your Daddy right now,” you sniffled.

You were so tired. Growing a human, while something your body was meant to do, was fucking hard. You hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights either, pains in your back preventing you from getting comfortable. You let your body relax, eventually curling up on the floor and closing your eyes, surrounded by the decorations that your daughter would hopefully love.

Bucky tried his hardest to go back to work, but it was impossible. He couldn’t believe he had made you cry. “Piece of shit,” he mumbled to himself.

You were his entire world. You and the little baby in your stomach. His girls were so much more important than any job he could ever have. With a sigh he pushed himself out of his chair, desperate to wrap his arms around you.

“Baby, I am so so sorry,” he said walking into your bedroom. But he was met with an empty bed. He walked back out into the living room, wondering if he had somehow missed you on his way from the office. “Honey?” he called out when he still couldn’t find you. “Y/N?”

When he got no answer, he started to panic. You had left him. Packed your bags and gone somewhere else. You never wanted to see him again and you would never let him meet his daughter. He was a fuck-up and had burned everything to the ground. “Oh god,” he whispered to himself, trying to not fully break down. The exhaustion was getting to him. He couldn’t even think straight.

In a panic, he ran to the nursery, hoping that you hadn’t left it completely bare. He creaked open the door, expecting the worst. The lack of sleep was making him extremely paranoid. That’s when he saw your sleeping frame curled up on the floor. “Oh thank fucking god,” he breathed with relief. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing your stomach.

“Bucky?” You said after a minute, waking up.

“I’m here, honey. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I should have just gone to you when you needed me, I just-”

“You’re here now. That’s what matters,” you hummed, just happy to be in his arms.

“I’m done with this,” he affirmed. “I’m telling Stark I’m not working anymore til the baby comes. And for a while after that. He can dock my pay if he wants, we’re fine without it.”

“Buck, you don’t have to do that. I just really missed you.”

“I’m doing it. I miss my girls. More than anything.”

More tears fell from your eyes, but they were laced with happiness and love. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you into bed, Sugar.” With ease, he lifted you up, not even phased by the weight of the human you were carrying. He set you down and tucked you in before changing into pajamas and sliding in next to you. “I love you so much. I can’t wait for our little girl to get here. I’m so sorry again. God, I just can’t express how much I love you.”

“I love you, too.” As you said the words, the baby kicked again, happy to have her parents reconciled.

Bucky bent down and peppered kisses all over your stomach. “Come soon, Princess. We can’t wait to meet you.”

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