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You and Bucky should be focused on the mission, but instead, you two are focused on each other. Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek. You smiled and giggled softly.

“You’re distracting me from the mission, Sarge.” You say.

“You’re doing the same thing to me.” Bucky says.

“I didn’t do a thing.” You say, your voice sounding playful and innocent.

“Oh yea? I can go down the list if you want.” He says.

You turned around so you were properly facing him and put your hands on his chest.

“Go for it, Sarge.” You say and grinned.

“Well, for starters your beauty is very distracting.” Bucky begins.

“That’s not my fault.” You say.

“Secondly, your uniform is even more distracting.” He says.

“You’re wearing the same thing is as me!” You exclaimed, playfully poking his chest.

“Point made, doll face.” He says.

You giggled and kissed him softly. The kiss was short lived when Steve pulled you and Bucky apart.

“I’m happy that you two are in love, but we have a mission to focus on.” Steve says.

“Aye, aye, Captain!” You and Bucky joked and saluted Steve.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes and shook his head at you and Bucky. Then one of the Howling Commandos informed all of you guys that the train is about to come through the area you guys are in.

“Ready, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Ready.” You say.

You and Bucky have each other a quick good luck kiss before zip lining down to the train with Steve. Bucky opens the roof hatch of the train and the three of you jumped inside of it. The three of you cautiously walked through the train with your weapons held out in front of you guys, ready to shoot any HYDRA agents that gets in your way. After Steve entered the next train car, the door quickly slides closed, separating Steve from you and Bucky. Yours and Bucky’s eyes went wide, along with Steve’s eyes. That’s when you and Bucky heard footsteps from behind you two. You two turned around to see a HYDRA agent about to blast you guys with his weapon. Both of you shot at him till you two were out of bullets. Then Bucky grabs you, hiding both of you behind stacked cargo containers.

“Do you have any more bullets?” Bucky whispers.

“No.” You whispered.

“Shit. Neither do I.” He whispers.

“What’re we going to do?” You whispered.

“I don’t know. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” He whispers.

Bucky kisses your cheek, which made all of your worries fade away. You two looked over at Steve when the door slides back open. He holds up and gun before tossing it to you. You caught it and started shooting at the HYDRA agent. Steve ran towards a cargo container, pushing it with all of his strength to knock down and knock out the HYDRA agent.

“I had him on the ropes.” You say.

“We know you did.” Bucky and Steve say at the same time.

Another HYDRA agent appears, aiming his weapon at the three of you. Steve quickly pushes you and Bucky behind him and held his shield up to shield the three of you from the blast the HYDRA agent shot at you guys, knocking the three of you to the floor of the train. As you were about to stand back up, you saw Steve’s shield about a foot away from you. You glanced up at the HYDRA agent who was about to shoot another blast at you guys. You grabbed your gun and Steve’s shield. You stood up and shot at the HYDRA agent, shielding yourself with Steve’s shield. The HYDRA agent blasts you, sending you through the hole on the train’s wall. Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart drops to the pit of his stomach. Bucky scrambles over to you while Steve takes care of the HYDRA agent. He looks out of the hole of the train to see you holding onto a metal bar for dear life.

“I’m coming!” Bucky shouts.

“Ok!” You shouted back.

Bucky carefully climbed on the outside of the train to get to you. He held his hand out to you when he got close enough for you to reach his hand.

“Grab my hand!” Bucky shouts.

As you were reaching for Bucky’s hand, the metal bar gives out and you fall. You screamed as you plummeted downwards.

“Y/N!” Bucky screams.

Steve helps Bucky back inside of the train and both of them stare downward. Tears were streaming down Bucky’s face and Steve’s eyes teared up.

“We need to do a rescue mission! Y/N is down there somewhere and she could be hurt!” Bucky exclaims.

“Buck, you know as well as I do that no one can survive a fall like that.” Steve says, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky knew that. He was just in denial. His bottom lip quivers and a loud spine chilling sob leaves his lips.

“Let’s finish the mission, Buck. It’s what Y/N would want us to do.” Steve says.

Bucky nods and sniffles. He stands up and finishes the mission with Steve and the Howling Commandos, which was finished successfully. Afterwards, Bucky, Steve, and the Howling Commandos went out for drinks. The Howling Commandos gave Bucky condolences to what happened to you. Meanwhile, Bucky was sitting at a table by himself and drinking. Steve was worried about him and went over to sit at the table with him.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Buck.” Steve says as Bucky downed another drink.

“My wife died, Steve. I don’t have anything else better to do.” Bucky says.

“Y/N wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself.” Steve says.

“It’s not like I can get drunk. You of all people should know that.” Bucky took another sip of his drink. “The only I want is for those bastards to pay for what happened to my wife.” He says.

“I agree. They should be held accountable for what happened to her. All we have to do is take them down. Are you in?” Steve says.

Bucky downs the rest of his drink and slams the glass on the table and looked at Steve.

“I’m in.” Bucky says.

2014

The day when you fell off the train has haunted Bucky ever since. He has nightmares about it almost every night. The nightmare is always the same. Him getting close enough for you to grab his hand, but then you fall. Your screams echo in his head. He always wakes up screaming your name, with tears on his face, and a thin sheen of sweat on his face. Sometimes, the nightmare goes into the morning hours around the time he should be waking up and Steve wakes him up from the nightmare. Like he’s about to do right now.

“Bucky, wake up.” Steve says, shaking Bucky to wake him up.

Bucky gasps sharply as he wakes up. He scrambles to sit up. He’s breathing heavily after the nightmare he just had.

“You had that nightmare again, didn’t you?” Steve says.

“Yea.” Bucky says breathlessly.

Bucky gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face to wake himself up more.

“You know, Fury told you it would be fine if you wanted to take some personal days off. No one wouldn’t blame you if you did.” Steve says.

“I appreciate that, but I don’t need special treatment, because my wife died in the hands of HYDRA years ago.” Bucky says.

Steve gave Bucky a comforting pat on his shoulder before leaving his bedroom. Bucky looks in the mirror for a few seconds and sighs before getting ready for the day.

Later, Bucky is in the car with Steve, Sam, and Natasha. He was listening to the beginning of the conversation, but then his mind drifted elsewhere. Elsewhere meaning, he’s thinking about you. Even thought the horrific thought of you falling off of the train will forever be imprinted into his mind, he’s thinking about the good memories he had with you. It got cut short when Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha heard a loud thudding sound on the roof of the car. They looked at each other in confusion, wondering what the thudding sound was. The answer came right through the windshield. Literally. A hand punches through the windshield and forcefully rips the steering wheel out of the steering column, which put the four of them on high alert. They four of them quickly got out of the car and ran in separate directions to avoid the threat that’s about to come their way.

“Barnes!” Natasha whisper yells.

Bucky looks over at Natasha. She holds up one of the two guns she has on her and tosses it to him. He caught it and nodded at her as a way of saying thank you. Bucky heard footsteps of combat boots coming his way. He cautiously poked his head out from his hiding spot and saw the Winter Soldier- you, but he doesn’t know that it’s you yet. He quickly hides back in his hiding spot, waiting for the right moment to start shooting.

You stopped walking, standing in front of two of the many abandoned cars on the road. You were taking a look around at your surroundings when you heard steady breathing behind one of the two cars you’re near. Bucky quietly and cautiously moved alongside one of the cars as you walked towards where he was just hiding. Bucky pokes his head out of his hiding spot again. He aims the gun at you, but you turned around before he could shoot at you. He quickly hides back behind the car when you started shooting at him. He blindly shot at you till he was out of bullets.

“Shit.” Bucky mutters when he ran out of bullets.

Bucky got up and ran. He had no idea where he was running. He was just trying to get out of the way of the Winter Soldier before he got killed by you. You chased after him and jumped onto his back, tackling him to the ground. Bucky pushes you off of him and scrambles to stand up. The two of you were standing a few feet apart and staring each other down like you two are in the Wild West. He watches your every move. You got a knife out of the holster on your thigh, flipping it in your hand before throwing it at him. Bucky dodged it and it got embedded into a car behind him. You huffed loudly before getting a gun out of the holster on your other thigh.

“Bucky!” Steve whisper yells.

Bucky looks over at Steve. Steve tosses Bucky his shield as you cocked the gun. Bucky shields himself with the shield when you started shooting at him. He walked towards you and knocked the gun out of your hand with the shield. That’s when you resorted to throwing punches at him. Bucky avoided every single punch by dodging them or holding up the shield. You quickly grew frustrated and took the shield away from him, tossing it behind you.

Bucky ran away from you again. Again, you chased after him and jumped onto his back. He didn’t fall to the ground this time. He stops running and grabs ahold of you and throws you off of him. You did a roll as you landed on the ground, your mask falling off in the process. You stood up and faced Bucky with a murderous look on your face. Bucky’s eyes went eye at what he was seeing. You- his wife who died in 1945.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked.

As you pulled another gun out to shoot Bucky, Sam flies down and knocks you down. Steve and Natasha came running up next to Bucky. Steve is just as shocked as Bucky when he saw you. Bucky saw Natasha aim a gun at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t shoot her!” Bucky exclaims, smacking the gun out of her hand.

When Bucky looked back at you, you were gone like you vanished into thin air. Bucky’s knees went weak and gave out, which made him fall to the ground. His eyes teared up and tears began to stream down his face.

“My wife is alive.” Bucky says more to himself.

Bucky knows what he has to do now. He has to save you from HYDRA and get through to you. That’s what he’s exactly going to do. He got suited up in his old Army uniform in hopes that it’ll spark your memory and you’ll remember him. He didn’t take any weapons with him. Is that dangerous? Yes, but he can take whatever you’re going to do to him. He knows you won’t kill him. Now, he’s standing across from you on the helicarrier. His breathing makes a hitching sound.

“Please don’t make me do this, Y/N.” Bucky says.

You didn’t say a word. You just stared at him with no emotion on your face. Bucky doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to fight you, but it looks like he doesn’t have a choice. He watches your every move, starting with you getting a knife out of the holster on your thigh. You flipped it in your hand before approaching him with it. You raise your arm to stab him, but he catches your arm before you can. You lifted your free hand to get the knife to try to stab him again, but he catches your other arm as well. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing frustrated with him. You lifted one of your legs, kneeing him in his stomach, which made him let go of your arms. As Bucky was doubled over after you kneed him in his stomach, you took the opportunity to stab him again. He catches your arm yet again. You two fought in that position for a moment, which ended up with you two falling onto the floor of the helicarrier. That’s when you finally stabbed him. Bucky hisses in pain. You still didn’t have any emotion on your face whatsoever.

“Y/N, please. This isn’t you. You’re not a killer. I know you’re not. You’re my wife.” Bucky says.

That didn’t ring any bells for you.

“Your name is Y/N Barnes. You and I have been married for years.” He says.

“Shut up!” You shouted.

Bucky managed to flip the two of you over so now he’s pinning you to the floor. He pins your arms above your head with his hands and pins your legs down with his legs.

“This isn’t you, Y/N and you know it.” He says.

Since your arms and legs were pinned down, you head butted him to get him off of you, giving him a bloody nose. You went to run away from him, but he runs after you and tackles you to the floor, pinning you to the floor again, but this time, he was holding you down by your shoulders.

“Y/N, please! You have to remember! Remember the love we have!” He pleads.

Bucky didn’t see you take your gun out of your thigh holster. He didn’t register that you had a gun in your hand till you shot him in his abdomen. He gasps in pain and freezes. He looks down at where you shot him, blood pouring out of his abdomen. You pushed him off of you and got on top of him. You began to throw punches at him. Bucky just laid there and took it.

“You’re my mission.” You say.

“Then finish it. Just know, I love you and I forgive you for this.” Bucky says.

You stared down at Bucky with wide eyes, breathing heavily and your fist in the air. That’s when everything was coming back to you. The man you’re about to kill is your husband. Then the glass beneath you two gave out. You grabbed onto a metal bar and looked downwards as you watched your husband fall into the water. You let go of the metal bar, falling into the water. You swam over to Bucky and grabbed onto him, pulling him out of the water and onto the shoreline. He was unconscious. You crouched down to get a good look at him. Your eyes teared up at what you could’ve possibly done to him. You reached a hand out to him, caressing his cheek.

“I am so sorry, honey.” You say softly, your voice cracking.

You stood up, taking one last look at your husband before leaving. You have no idea where you’re going yet, but you have to go fast and far before you get caught. It wasn’t long till Steve, Sam, and Natasha found Bucky lying unconscious on the shoreline. Their hearts dropped to the pits of their stomachs, thinking that he’s dead. They ran over to him and crouched down next to him. Steve checked Bucky’s pulse. They felt relieved to know that he’s alive. Sam and Natasha helped Steve get Bucky back to their apartment. They got him in his bed and patched up. The three of them took turns watching over him to make sure that he’s ok. Bucky was unconscious for the rest of the day and most of the next morning. He groans in pain as he woke up the next morning. He saw a bandage on his shoulder and abdomen. He looked over at the empty spot on his bed, expecting you to be there, but you weren’t. He frantically sat up, ignoring the pain he’s currently feeling.

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky asks frantically.

“Buck, calm down. Everything is alright.” Steve says.

“Everything is not alright! I need to know where Y/N is! Tell me where my wife is!” Bucky exclaims frantically.

“I don’t know.” Steve says.

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Bucky asks.

“She wasn’t there when we found you unconscious on the shoreline. She pulled you out of the water and went on the run.” Steve says.

“I need to go find her! She needs me!” Bucky exclaims frantically.

Steve got up and tried to keep Bucky in bed.

“Steve, I need to go find my wife! She needs me!” Bucky exclaims again.

“I know you do, but you need to heal first. You’re not going to do yourself any good if you injure yourself more.” Steve says.

Steve’s eighth and Bucky knows it. All he wants to do is find you, but he doesn’t want to injure himself more. While he’s healing, he can track you down by using a laptop. He can do that from bed, which is exactly what he’s going to do.

2 YEARS LATER…

It took two years for Bucky to track you down. He felt somewhat relaxed when he found out where you’re hiding out, which is Bucharest, Romania. He’s not going to you as a former SHIELD agent and an Avenger. He’s going to you as your husband. He’s going alone too. He didn’t want you to get overwhelmed if Steve and the Avengers came with him. He knew you would be a lot more calm with him.

When Bucky finally found the apartment complex you’ve been hiding out in for the past two years, he looked for your apartment next. When he finally found it, he pressed his ear against the door to hear if you’re in there or not. He can hear you walking around inside of the apartment. You jumped and yelped when Bucky knocked on the door. You couldn’t help but be on edge. Who could it be? No one knows you’re here. You walked over to the door and looked through the peephole, your eyes widening when you saw your husband. As you went to open the door, your hand hovered over the doorknob for a few seconds before opening the door. You stepped aside, allowing him to come inside. You closed and locked the door afterwards.

“What are you doing here, Bucky?” You asked.

“I could ask you the same question.” Bucky says.

“You know why I’m here.” You say.

“You didn’t have to run, Y/N. You know I can protect you.” He says.

“I did have to run.” You say.

“Can you at least tell me why you ran?” He asks.

“I couldn’t stay knowing that I tried to kill my husband. What I did was unforgivable. I hate myself for what I did to you. That’s why I ran.” You say, your voice cracking.

“Do you want to know what you running did to me? I woke up, expecting you to be right by my side, but you weren’t there. Steve was the one who told me that you went on the run. That left me heartbroken. I wanted you to be home with me. So, I’ve been tracking you down for two years. That’s why I’m here. I’m here to bring you home with me where you belong.” He says.

“I can’t go home with you, Bucky.” You say.

“Yes, you can. We can pick up where we left off before you fell off of the train. Remember the love we have? Our love is unbreakable.” He says.

“Things aren’t like what they used to be.” You say.

“They can be if you come home with me.” He says.

“I’m not going home with you. I’m fine here.” You say.

Bucky takes a look around your small apartment. It doesn’t look homey to him. It’s not homey at all.

“You’re seriously saying that you’d much rather live here than go home with me- your husband?” Bucky asks.

“I’m staying here. End of discussion.” You say.

“No, not end of discussion! You’re coming home with me and that’s final!” He says, raising his voice.

“You can’t tell me where I can and can not live.” You say.

“In this case, I can. You and I are married. We should be living together like every married couple.” He says.

“Can you really say that we’re married after I tried to kill you two years ago?” You asked.

“Yes, we are! I forgave you for what you did to me.” He says.

“You shouldn’t have. I tried to kill you. That’s unforgivable.” You say.

Bucky walks closer to you. Due to the height difference between you and him, you looked up at him. One of his hands caresses your cheek.

“I forgive you.” Bucky says softly.

You couldn’t help but break down into tears. Your knees gave out on you. Bucky was quick to catch you. You cried in his arms. He always hated it when you cried. It broke his heart.

“Do you still love me?” Bucky asks softly.

“I never stopped loving you.” You say.

“That’s a huge sign that you should come home to me.” He says.

“I already told you that I can’t come home to you, James.” You say, your voice cracking.

“You can, doll.” He says so softly that it almost sounded like a whisper.

There it is. There’s that nickname that always made you always loved so much. He gave you that nickname on yours and his first date. You sniffled and looked up at him.

“You called me doll.” You say.

“It’s nickname I gave you on our first date.” Bucky says softly.

“I love that nickname.” You smiled.

“So do I.” He smiles back.

You and him gazed into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before kissing. The kiss started off soft and passionate at first, but then it got heated fast. You put your hands on his chest, rubbing them up and down before pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. Bucky took it off and dropped it on the floor. He took his shoes off before lowering the two of you to the mattress you have on the living room floor. You two undressed each other as if you two are in a hurry.

“James.” You panted.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky asks as he kisses along your neck.

“Please do something!” You whined.

“Your wish is my command, babydoll.” He says softly.

Bucky kisses his way down your body. You giggled softly when his beard tickled your skin. He settles himself in between your legs after you spread them. He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, making his way up to your pussy. A shiver went through your body when you felt his breath on your pussy. Bucky looks up at you, patiently waiting for you to give him permission to go further, in which you did. He always did that years ago. You always found it sweet. You gasped when his tongue licks a stripe on your pussy. He did that a couple more times before latching his lips on your clit. Your hands went down to his head, tugging on his hair as he ate you out like a starved man. It’s been so long since you’ve felt any kind of pleasure that you almost forgot what it felt like to be eaten out by your husband. Keyword, almost.

“Oh fuck, James!” You moaned.

Your moans are like music to Bucky’s ears. They always are. Also, you moaning for him went straight to his cock, making it uncomfortably hard. He tried to push that to the back of his mind for the moment. All he cares about in this moment is your pleasure. He always put your pleasure before his. He did that years ago too.

Bucky’s eyes flickered up at you, making eye contact with you while he sucked on your clit. He kept his eyes on yours as he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your mouth falls open as he did so, a gasp leaving your lips. His fingers fucked you at a steady pace as he continues to suck on your clit. Your grip on his hair tightens.

“Please don’t stop!” You moaned.

He didn’t stop one bit. He was urged on. Bucky’s fingers moved faster and takes his lips off of your clit to flick your clit with his tongue. His fingers and tongue moved at the same pace. His name and cuss words were falling from your lips in repeated chants. You never wanted this feeling to stop, but it looks like it’s going to. Your orgasm is building up. You’re getting closer and closer as Bucky continues his movements with his tongue and fingers. He sensed it as well and sped up his movements. Your hips bucked against his face and your legs began to tremble a bit.

“Fuck! Right there, baby!” You moaned when his fingers hit that one spot inside of you.

His fingers continued to hit that spot inside of you, which made your orgasm build up even more. Your thighs are trembling against the sides of his head. Your grip tightens on his hair again. You’re right there. When you came, you moaned his name so loud that it echoes off of the walls of the small apartment. Bucky’s fingers fucked you through your orgasm. He gives your clit a few more licks before taking his tongue away from your clit and his fingers out of your pussy. You whined at the loss of contact of his fingers and tongue, but then you realized that you’re going to get something just as great in a short moment. Bucky sat up and hovered over you, gazing down at you as you panted heavily.

“You think you got another one in you, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly.

“You bet your ass I do, babe.” You grinned.

Bucky’s grins back at you. You giggled as he flips you over onto your stomach. His hands find their place on your hips, lifting you up so your ass is sticking out towards him. You moaned softly when you felt his hard cock against your ass, his precum smearing against your skin. You looked over your shoulder at your husband.

“Please, honey.” You begged softly, rubbing yourself against his cock.

“Fuck.” Bucky moans softly.

Bucky wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before rubbing it through your slick. You whined out of desperation and pressed yourself against him.

“James!” You whined loudly.

“Don’t worry, doll face. I’m going to give you what you want.” He says softly, his hand gently patting your asscheek.

Bucky lines his cock at your entrance and slowly slides it into your pussy. Your mouth falls open, a soft moan falling from your lips. You can tell that he’s definitely a bit bigger than he was years ago, but you’re not complaining one bit.

“You’re so big.” You moaned.

Bucky’s pelvis presses against your ass when his cock was fully inside of you. You’re probably exaggerating for thinking this, but it feels like you can feel him everywhere inside of you. Again, just exaggerated thinking. Maybe it’s because of how full his cock is making you feel. Again, you’re not complaining one bit.

“I feel so full of you.” You say.

“Oh yea?” Bucky says.

You hummed softly and rocked yourself against him for some kind of friction. Bucky took that as a sign that he should start fucking you. His hands rest on your hips as he begins thrusting. His thrusts started off slow and steady. You love that pace. You really do, but you need more than that.

“You can be rougher if you want. I don’t mind.” You say, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Are you sure, doll? I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” He says sweetly.

Your heart skips a beat at how sweet your husband is.

“I’m not made of glass, Bucky. I can take anything you give me.” You say.

“Ok.” He says.

Bucky’s thrusting pace changes like a switch flipped inside of him. One of his hands slides up the length of your spine and grabs a handful of your hair, yanking you up towards him so now your back is against his chest. You squeaked in surprise. You forgot what your husband is capable of when it comes to sex.

“This is what you wanted, right? Rougher? You taking anything I give you?” Bucky asks softly in your ear.

“Yes!” You gasped. “This is exactly what I wanted!” You moaned.

“Good, because I’m not stopping.” He nearly growls.

You never wanted him to stop. The sound of skin slapping echoes off of the walls in the small apartment. Your hands scramble to find something to hold onto. You ended up grabbing ahold of Bucky’s thighs, digging your nails into his skin. He hisses at the feeling. Bucky’s free hand slides from your hip, up your stomach, and stopping at your breasts. He put his hand on one of them and just left it there. His hand occasionally gave it a squeeze.

“Fuck. You feel so good.” Bucky moans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder for a moment.

Bucky kisses from your shoulder and up to your neck. He moves your head to the side so he can have access to your neck. You gasped when his teeth bites down on your skin hard enough to mark you up. He marks your neck up like he’s creating a piece of artwork. To him, that’s what it looks like when he looks at the hickeys he put on your neck.

“So beautiful.” He says against your skin, kissing each and every one of the hickeys he put on your neck.

Eventually, Bucky lets go of your hair. His hand goes in between your legs, blindly finding your clit. You squeaked and bucked your hips against his hand when his fingers pinched your clit. He chuckles against your neck. Bucky’s fingers began to rub your clit in fast circles. Your back arches off of him, which presses your breast more into his hand.

“Yea, you like that, don’t you, babydoll?” Bucky says.

You nodded rapidly in response, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. His fingers pinched your clit, making you squeak again.

“Use your words.” He says.

“Yes! I like it!” You finally say.

Bucky’s fingers tried to match the pace of his thrusts. Your head falls back against his shoulder. Your second orgasm was building up. You can feel it deep inside of you that you’re getting closer to coming. Your moans kept getting louder and your nails kept digging into his thighs.

“I- oh fuck!” You moaned.

You weren’t able to form any kind of sentence. That’s how good it feels.

“Huh? What was that, doll face?” Bucky asks.

“I’m going to cum!” You’re finally able to say.

“I know you are. I can feel how close you are.” He says softly in your ear.

“Please!” You begged.

“Please what?” He playfully teases.

“Let me cum!” You begged.

“You have to cum that bad, huh?” He continues to tease you.

“Bucky, please! Stop teasing me and let me cum!” You whined.

Bucky chuckles softly before responding.

“Alright. You can cum.” He says.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard, soaking his cock and thighs. His name leaves your lips in a loud moan, echoing off of the small walls of the apartment.

“Atta girl.” Bucky praises.

Bucky’s fingers gave your clit a few more rubs before focusing on his own orgasm, which isn’t too far behind yours. His thrusts didn’t falter for a second. It’s like his thrusts got faster and faster the closer he got to coming. When he finally does, a guttural moan leaves his lips and his hips still against your ass, his cum filling your pussy to the brim. You two remained in that position for a few seconds before he pulls out of you, a white ring of cum on the base of his cock. You two laid down next to each other on the mattress and covered up with one of the many blankets you have on the mattress. You snuggled yourself against his side as he wraps his arm around you. You draped your arm across his stomach and you laid your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing. You two laid in silence for a few minutes while you two caught your breaths.

“I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.” You say after a few minutes.

“Neither do I.” Bucky says.

You and Bucky bursted out laughing for a moment. When yours and his laughter dies down, you lifted your head to look at him.

“In all seriousness, I did miss you a lot during my time in HYDRA.” You say softly.

“I missed you a lot too.” He says just as softly.

You leaned down and kissed him softly and sweetly.

“Please come home to me, babydoll. I can’t live my life without you. I don’t want to spend another second of my life without you in it. You’re my whole entire life.” He says.

Your eyes teared up at his words. He always knew the sweetest things to say no matter what the situation is.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it either.” You say softly. “Especially, after what we just did.” You say.

“Does that mean you’re coming home to me?” He asks.

Instead of saying yes, you kissed him.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He says.

“Yes times a million.” You say.

Bucky smiles against your lips and rolls on top of you, putting his weight on his forearms so he didn’t accidentally crush you.

“I love you more than anything, doll.” Bucky almost whispers.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You say just as softly.

Their meetings soon developed a rhythm neither of them acknowledged aloud.

Midnight.

Always midnight.

Some nights they spoke for an hour before parting reluctantly at the garden door.

Other nights the conversation drifted so easily that they barely noticed time passing until the eastern sky began to pale.

What surprised Beatrice most was how effortless it felt.

During the day her life was an intricate dance of expectations.

She smiled politely at suitors who complimented her embroidery or remarked upon the elegance of her gown. She attended musicals and garden parties where the same polite conversations circled endlessly, estates, investments, horses, weather.

But beneath the wisteria she did not need to perform.

She could simply exist.

And John, freed from the constant weight of his role within the household, revealed a side of himself few people likely saw.

He was thoughtful in a quiet way.

Sometimes wryly funny.

And far more curious about the world than most gentlemen she had met.

One evening she arrived to find him standing beneath the archway, studying the blossoms above their heads with quiet concentration.

“You are examining flowers now?” she asked, amused.

He glanced down at her, slightly sheepish. “They smell different at night.”

Beatrice tilted her head thoughtfully and leaned closer to one of the blossoms. The faint fragrance was indeed stronger than she remembered from the afternoon.

“…they do.”

“Many flowers release stronger scent after sunset,” he said. “To attract nocturnal pollinators.”

She blinked at him. “You have an alarming quantity of information about insects.”

“I read when I can.”

“You read?” The surprise escaped her before she could stop it.

A faint blush touched his expression. “Occasionally.”

“What sort of books?”

He hesitated briefly before answering. “Natural philosophy.”

Beatrice’s eyes lit instantly. “Science.”

“Some would call it that.”

“I adore science.”

That earned a slightly surprised look. “You do?”

“I spent an entire winter reading about astronomy,” she said proudly.

His mouth curved faintly. “That explains your questions about stars last week.”

She leaned against the wooden post of the archway, still holding his hand.

“I think the universe is far more interesting than most gentlemen in London.”

John chuckled softly.

The sound was warm and low, and she felt a ridiculous thrill at being the cause of it.

“That is not a particularly difficult achievement.”

Beatrice laughed. She had always enjoyed observing people. It was a habit she shared with Benedict. But John fascinated her in ways she had not expected.

Sometimes he spoke about books he had borrowed quietly from the library.

Sometimes he described strange mechanical inventions he had once read about.

Once he explained how telescopes worked using two pieces of broken glass and a lantern as demonstration.

And sometimes,when the conversation grew lighter, Beatrice discovered something surprising about herself. She became… silly.

Comfortable enough to tease him.

Comfortable enough to laugh without worrying whether it sounded ladylike.

One night she attempted to imitate the stiff bow of a particularly pompous gentleman who had called earlier that day.

John nearly choked with laughter.

“You should not mock your suitors so mercilessly,” he said once he recovered.

“I am observing them,” she corrected.

“That was not observation. That was theatrical performance.”

She grinned.

Moments like that made her chest feel strangely light. And each night she noticed something else.

How warm his hand felt around hers.

How easily their shoulders brushed when they walked the garden path.

How much she enjoyed the sound of his quiet laughter.

Their relationship unfolded slowly. Painfully slowly.

John possessed an almost infuriating sense of restraint.

He allowed small gestures of closeness, holding hands, walking beside one another, occasional quiet embraces when the night air grew cold.

But there were boundaries he refused to cross. Beatrice began noticing it after several weeks. Gentlemen she had danced with in ballrooms often attempted flirtations far bolder than anything John allowed himself.

Lord Harcourt had once tried to kiss her hand twice during a single evening. Another gentleman had leaned suspiciously close while discussing poetry.

John, however, behaved as though the very idea of such liberties terrified him.

Eventually curiosity overcame patience.

They were sitting beneath the wisteria one evening, their shoulders brushing lightly as they watched moonlight filter through the blossoms.

“John.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you never kiss me?” The question slipped out before she could soften it.

He froze immediately.

Then he looked away.

“Because,” he said quietly, “I will not take something that belongs to your future husband.”

The answer surprised her. “You are my future husband,” she said softly without a second thought.

He shook his head at once. “No.”

The single word struck deeper than she expected.

“You deserve a man who can stand beside you openly,” he continued. “A gentleman who can give you the life expected of you.”

“And you believe you cannot?”

“I know I cannot.”

She studied him for several long seconds.

Then, slightly exasperated, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. The gesture startled him so completely he nearly lost his composure.

“That,” she said calmly, “was merely affection.”

He stared at her. “You are dangerous.”

“I have been told that before.” But as she leaned against him again, Beatrice felt something shifting quietly inside her heart.

Because when she imagined her future husband now…

It was John she saw.

Not in servant’s clothing.

But walking beside her openly.

Laughing with Benedict.

Arguing politely with Anthony.

Standing beside her beneath the same wisteria tree in daylight.

She never spoke the thought aloud. But the image returned again and again.

One night their conversation drifted longer than usual.

They spoke about childhood memories, Colin’s endless travel dreams, Benedict’s artistic experiments, Eloise’s fierce arguments about women’s independence.

Hours slipped by unnoticed.

Eventually Beatrice began shivering.

John noticed immediately.

“You should return inside.”

“It is warmer here than my room tonight.”

“Why?”

“Anthony insists the windows remain open for fresh air.”

He sighed quietly. “Come.”

She followed him through a rarely used servant’s corridor to a small spare room. It was simple but warm. Beatrice sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping the blanket he fetched around her shoulders.

Silence settled between them. Eventually she leaned against him. “You may push me away,” she murmured. “If this is improper.”

He did not move. Instead his arm rested lightly around her shoulders. The warmth of him seeped slowly through the blanket.

Minutes passed. Then more.

Eventually exhaustion overtook them both. They drifted asleep fully clothed. Her head resting against his shoulder. His arm loosely around her.

Nothing scandalous. Nothing improper.

And yet for John it was perhaps the most dangerous thing that had ever happened. Because holding her like that made it almost impossible to imagine letting her go.

Not long afterward Benedict returned from the countryside.

Something about him had changed. Beatrice noticed immediately. He seemed distracted. Restless. Quieter than usual in moments when he would normally joke.

Three days later she cornered him in the hallway.

“You have been behaving strangely.”

“I have not.”

“You absolutely have.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Just tired.”

“That is a poor lie.”

He sighed. “You would not understand.”

The words stung unexpectedly. “Would not understand?”

“This is… complicated.”

“Then explain it.”

“Bea,” he said finally, frustration slipping into his voice. “You live in a world of polite dances and careful conversations. This situation is not like that.”

“I am not a child.”

“I did not say you were.”

“You implied it.”

He hesitated. Then he made the mistake. “You have never been in love, Beatrice.”

The corridor fell silent.

She stared at him. “You think I cannot understand love?”

“I think,” Benedict said carefully, “you have never had to choose between love and everything else.”

He walked away moments later. But his words lingered in her thoughts.

Oh how wrong he was.

Because hearing them made a realization settle quietly in her heart.

Perhaps she would choose love.

Even if it meant giving up everything else.

Soon after, still determined to help her brother, Beatrice became acquainted with a gentleman who frequently visited the house.

Lord Daniel Harcourt.

He was charming, intelligent, and particularly eager to discuss Benedict’s artistic circles.

Their conversations were pleasant. Entirely innocent.

But society possessed an unfortunate talent for imagination. Within two weeks the ton had decided they were courting.

Beatrice noticed the whispers.

She also noticed something else.

John had grown quieter.

He still appeared beneath the wisteria.

At first.

But something had shifted. He listened more than he spoke. He watched her carefully whenever Lord Harcourt’s name appeared in conversation.

And one evening, after she laughed about something the gentleman had said, John’s expression tightened.

“Perhaps he will prove suitable,” John said quietly.

The words felt wrong.

“He's nothing but a friend John. You sound as though you hope that is true.”

“I hope you find happiness.”

The formality in his voice unsettled her.

“You are being strange.”

“I am being practical.”

“You cannot remain hidden in gardens forever, Beatrice.”

The use of her full name made something twist painfully in her chest.

“And when the right gentleman appears…” He forced himself to finish. “…you deserve the chance to pursue that future.”

Understanding dawned slowly.

“You intend to disappear.”

The silence answered her.

She felt sudden frustration rise.

“You are insufferable.”

“I am realistic.”

Instead of arguing, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek again.

One afternoon, Beatrice walked into the Bridgerton hallway and immediately sensed something unusual.

Daphne stood in the study room looking frustrated. Anthony stood several feet away looking defensive. Between them hung the sort of tense silence that usually preceded a family argument.

“Should I return later?” Beatrice asked mildly.

Daphne exhaled sharply. “I have just witnessed our brother kissing Miss Sharma.”

"I did not!"

"Well with that proximity and tension, you might as well have!"

Anthony groaned.

Beatrice blinked.

“Well,” she said after a moment, “that does complicate matters.”

Anthony rubbed his temple.

“You see? Even Beatrice thinks this is a disaster.”

“I did not say disaster,” she replied calmly. “Merely complicated.”

Daphne crossed her arms.

“You are courting her sister, Anthony.”

“Yes, I am painfully aware of that.”

The conversation continued for several tense minutes. Eventually Daphne left with a final exasperated remark. Anthony remained standing looking like a man who had accidentally stepped into emotional quicksand.

Beatrice lingered.

“You love her,” she said quietly.

Anthony looked startled. “That is absurd.”

“Is it?”

He did not answer immediately.

Beatrice studied him thoughtfully. “You know,” she continued, “sometimes the person we intend to choose is not the one our heart chooses.”

Anthony sighed. “I cannot marry for love.”

“You already have.”

He stared at her.

“That,” Beatrice added gently, “is the problem.”

Later that evening, Beatrice found herself alone in her room replaying that conversation.

Anthony had fallen for Kate with remarkable intensity.

Despite his carefully planned intentions.

Despite society’s expectations.

Despite every practical reason not to.

And that realization stirred an uncomfortable thought inside her mind.

Three seasons.

Three entire seasons within the marriage market. She had followed Daphne’s advice. She had learned how to perform society’s expectations with grace.

She had danced.

She had conversed.

She had accepted introductions to countless eligible gentlemen.

And yet…

Nothing had truly stirred her heart. Not even slightly.

Perhaps I am simply not meant for marriage.

The idea did not feel tragic exactly. But it did carry a faint, unexpected ache. Because watching Anthony and Kate made one thing very clear.

Love existed.

Real love.

The sort that unraveled carefully constructed plans.

Would she ever experience something like that?

Or was she destined to remain the thoughtful observer while everyone else lived the story?

That evening she walked to the garden.

The wisteria branches swayed gently in the evening breeze, their long leaves brushing softly against one another like whispered secrets.

John was already there.

He straightened slightly when he saw her approach. “Miss Bridgerton.”

“John.”

She sat on the familiar bench beneath the tree and sighed.

“That sounded like the sigh of a philosopher confronting the universe,” he observed.

She gave a faint laugh. “Or perhaps simply a woman confronting the ton.”

He waited patiently.

Eventually she spoke. “Anthony is hopelessly in love with Kate Sharma.”

“That seems… inconvenient.”

“Extremely.” She leaned back against the bench. “And it made me realize something rather unpleasant.”

John remained silent.

“I may end up a spinster.”

She attempted to smile. “It appears I have attended three seasons without discovering a single gentleman capable of inspiring romantic interest.”

John felt an odd tightening in his chest.

She continued thoughtfully. “Anthony, of all people, found love accidentally.”

“Yes.”

“So perhaps there is something wrong with me.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps I simply think too much.”

John looked at her carefully.

Then he began speaking.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just quietly listing the things he had noticed over the years.

“You remember every servant’s name in this house.”

She blinked slightly. “That is merely politeness.”

“You notice when Mrs. Wilson is tired and bring her tea without mentioning it.”

“That hardly counts.”

“You sit with Gregory when he struggles with his Latin lessons.”

“He becomes terribly discouraged.”

“You stayed up half the night helping Hyacinth repair her broken doll because she believed it was beyond saving.”

Beatrice stared at him now. “You remember those things?”

“I notice things.” His voice grew softer.

“You laugh with your brothers as though they are still the mischievous boys you grew up with.” He hesitated.

“And when people feel uncomfortable in crowded rooms… you are usually the first person to quietly rescue them with conversation.”

The air beneath the wisteria tree seemed to still. John rarely spoke this much. But Beatrice felt something warm settle in her chest.

“You make it sound as though I am remarkable.”

“You are.” The word slipped out before he could stop it.

Silence followed. The kind of silence that feels like standing at the edge of a cliff.

He exhaled slowly.

“If the world cannot see your worth,” he said quietly, “then the world is blind.”

Beatrice’s voice softened. “You speak very kindly of me, John.”

He looked away briefly. “It is merely the truth.”

A long pause settled between them.

Then she said something very quietly. “Would you want me?”

John’s head turned toward her sharply. “What?”

Her voice trembled slightly. “If I truly am destined to remain unmarried…” She attempted a faint smile. “…would someone like you ever wish to marry someone like me?”

The question hung in the air like fragile glass.

John felt his carefully guarded restraint crumble.

More than anything in this world.

The truth rose inside him with frightening clarity.

“If the stars themselves descended to ask what I desire most…” His voice lowered. “…I believe my answer would be sitting beside me already.”

Beatrice inhaled slowly. The wisteria leaves rustled softly overhead. She reached up gently and removed the formal wig he wore as part of his servant’s uniform. His hair fell loose across his forehead. John hesitated before brushing a stray curl away from her face.

Something he had never dared do before.

Something he probably should never have done at all.

But beneath the willow tree, the world felt strangely distant.

Their eyes met.

She did not pull away. Instead she moved closer.

And then she hugged him.

The gesture was so sudden John froze entirely. Beatrice wrapped her arms around him as though seeking warmth. Tentatively, almost reverently, he placed his hands around her waist.

Neither spoke.

In that moment there was no footman.

No Bridgerton daughter.

Just John.

Just Beatrice.

And without announcing it to anyone, not society, not their family, not even fully to themselves...

They began something impossible.

A secret courtship.

“I’ll go find out, look after your brother and keep practicing” he kisses the side of her head, before setting her beside him, and walking straight to the door. 

…

“James Buchanan Barnes?” is the first thing Bucky hears from a pristine young-man standing on his welcome mat. A pressed black dress shirt, green tailored pants, a green tie, with shining wing tipped black shoes, and a side cap dresses up the man. 

The man’s eyes are void, almost sad (if he could guess) and he has to stop himself from looking at the gash on his cheek. 

“Yes."

An envelope is thrusted towards him and his heart drops, he could hear it shatter from a mile away. His ma wouldn’t take well to this, his sister wouldn’t, Steve definitely wouldn't, weeks without seeing his kid’s bright face would kill him. Y/n. 

“What is this?” he looks down at the letter accusingly, keeping his trembling hands by his side. 

“Mr. Barnes” The man persists, his voice softer it seems, as if he gives his condolences. 

“Thank you” Bucky has no choice but to smile and take the letter from the man’s outstretched hand. 

The man gives a curt nod in response and walks away, to hover a stormy cloud over someone else’s bright day it seems. It seems the list can only grow larger, will it ever end? He shuts the door and stares down at the envelope in his hands. His name and the address of their home is written neatly in the middle. 

He rips the bandage off his bruise. Ripping into the envelope until the letter is open and held between his hands, and his eyes fly over the ink. 

To, James Buchanan Barnes

notified that you been selected…army

report to the Local Board named above at 107th Infantry Regiment.

10:00 am on the 26 day of February, 1942. 

Only a week. 

“Daddy!” Addy calls for him impatiently. 

“One- one second, sweet girl. Just need to talk your ma for a split” he shouts back, before hearing her dramatic sigh in response. 

He strides to the stark white door of her sewing room, knocks once to get her attention then walks in. His wife is sitting at her sewing table, whose eyebrows are knit and her bottom lip rolled in. Just like his sweet Addie. Unlike many men, James had no problem letting everyone know both their kiddos got their brightness from Y/n. 

“Honey,” Bucky calls out, fingers fiddling with the papers. 

“Yes? I’m almost done, honey, do the kids need anything?” she glances up swiftly, then goes back to her work. 

“I just need to talk to you for a quick second, if that’s alright.” 

She removes her hand from the crank of the sewing machine. Noticing the worry clouding her husband's features. The swish of her polka dotted, a-line dress fills the air.  

Her hand clutches the lapel of his striped suit, while the other splays against his forehead, “What’s wrong, honey, are you out of sorts?” His skin felt normal and his eyes weren’t the prickly pink they usually were when he was sick. 

“No, no, I’m solid.”

At least he hopes he would be, he thinks to himself. Removing her hand from his forehead and kissing her knuckles gently. He can subconsciously feel the heat rising in her cheeks, watching her eyes look at anywhere but him. 

Time to rip off the second bandage. He raises the letter between the two of you. She stops and stares intently at the piece of paper and the envelope next to it. 

“What is this?” she asks, staring into his sky-blue eyes. 

Bucky doesn’t need to say anything, his softening eyes tell her everything she needs to know. Bucky couldn’t fool the young man at his step, and there was no way Y/n would be able to fool Bucky. 

“I leave in a week”

She lets out a breath, before she’s stepping away. One hand splays over her waist while the other presses a hand to her throat. Her head shakes side to side as tears pool in her eyes. She shouldn’t be surprised, Bucky is perfect in every way. Healthy in every way, of course he would be drafted. They both knew this, when was the only question that dangled in front of their faces.

“It’ll be okay. Doll, look at me” he clasps your flushed face tilting it up. 

“Oh, Bucky this is-- this is--” her words break up and before she knows it she’s broken into an uncontrollable sob, shoulders bobbing and an unbroken stream falls down her face. 

He hushes you, bringing you to his chest as his hands run up and down your back. 

“You can’t leave me, us… Trash it!” you pull away, eyes wide and tinted. “They’ll never know, Bucky”

“Honey, you’re talking junk, you know that can’t happen.” he coos, his palms take her face once again, thumbs running circles on her cheeks. 

“Please.” 

She wasn’t in her right mind is the only excuse she can think of. Her mind is running a mile a minute with a thousand gory scenarios, things she’s only read about and heard about. She didn’t want any of that for Bucky. 

“It’ll be okay, I’ll be okay and i’ll come to the three of you in one piece” he crouches down slightly, so you’re at the same eye level “I promise” he speaks softly. 

“You can’t promise something like that”

“I can and I will” he brings you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. 

“Would you be dismayed if I proposed that you break a leg? You’d still be an honorable man in my eyes” she says, voice muffled against his dress shirt. 

“It’ll be okay, honey, I promise” he answers with a breathy chuckle at the end. 

-

That night he breaks the news to Addie. She tries to stay strong at first, only humming in response with a tight smile on her face before tears run down her face silently. He consoles her as much as he can. Reassuring her that he would be alright, that everything would be alright. At some point this would all end and she’d have him back in one piece. And it repeats itself twice as he consoles his mother and sister. 

Telling Steve was one of the easiest bandages, no sticky residue was left behind.. He, of course, took in the slight disappointment on Steve’s face. Steve’s been trying like hell to get enlisted, the only thing holding him back was the long list of health issues and his small stature. 

Never the matter, he’s proud of Bucky. He knows his sharp mind will keep him safe. He’ll miss him while he’s gone and he’s promised to keep an eye on his favorite three while they’re gone. As long as he’s known Bucky, never in a million years did he see him falling in love and settling down with anyone.

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” Bucky points a playful accusatory finger towards Steve.

Steve only chuckles breathily before he’s slammed into Bucky’s chest. 

-

The week whirls by, as if Y/n’s prayers for the days to slow down even for just a second aren't heard. Just three days ago Bucky stopped by the enlistment depot to get everything he needs, including his uniform. 

Two days ago, after getting home from work, Bucky had taken a quick nap in the living room. George laid on his chest, his chubby cheeks squished against the breast of his coat; and his tiny fist clasped around a lock of Bucky’s hair. On the other side of Bucky, lays Adelaide, who snuggles up to his side while she watches the television. 

Adelaide has stuck to her father’s side like glue this past week. 

You stood by and watched the three silently, like a shadow, knowing days like this were slowly dissipating until his departure. 

His last day at home, Bucky takes his family to Coney Island, their favorite place. Bucky doesn’t let money hold him back as he throws it all away to put a smile on his kid’s faces. He buys them as many tickets as they need, gets them whatever they want to eat, and wins them as many stuffed animals as he can-- sending a wink to his wife as he throws the rings onto the milk bottles. Knowing how bittersweet this moment was, their first date was Coney Island, and now he’s winning her a prize, like all those years ago, except he’s going off to war. 

Presently, the both of you lay in your dimly luminated bedroom. Bucky has just read Adelaide, her last bedtime story for an unknown time, he’s made it extra special by doing a voice for every character and acoustic effects at every scene. 

Your head is laid in the crook of his neck, and a hand runs up and around his toned chest. You’re winded within his arms, his fingers running circles around your shoulder. 

At the moment all you wanted was to sink into him like the sugar cubes in his coffee. You wanted to keep everything about him in eidetic memory. 

The slope and flat bridge of his nose, his startlingly-intense blue eyes that always looked at you with adoration, his always perfectly gelled hair, and his heart of gold that fills his family with love (something most of your friends couldn’t say.) 

Bucky did the same, engraving everything from your scent to the plush of your skin to his mind. 

A moment passes before you speak up. 

“I don’t know what to say, and I know i’ll regret it later”

“You don’t gotta say anything, just promise you’ll take care of yourself and the kids, maybe visit Steve once in a while or invite him to dinner. Just make sure he’s alright?”

You nod in agreement. 

The way Bucky acts on his overcome emotions is automatic. He pulls you in for a searing kiss, his hands roaming all over your body as if it were braille. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders, squeezing them when Bucky pulls away from your lips to your neck. 

The night is full of heavy, panting breaths and scorching, gently touches. 

When Bucky does that trick you love so much, you have to muffle yourself in your pillow. 

The night is filled with sugared words from Bucky. As he calls you his sweet girl, kisses you everywhere he can, and drains you with every push of his hips. 

-

Afterwards, the both of you are slicked in sweat. You both lay on your sides, facing each other, and holding onto each other. Time seems endless in his embrace. 

“J-James” 

Everything overcomes you within minutes, as you cover your face. It’s wretched and draining as the mountain collapses. It was happening. He would be leaving in just a few hours, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Bucky pulls your head into his chest swiftly, shushing you as he cradles the back of your head. Kissing the top of your head in comfort. 

“You-- You have to p-promise to come back safely.” You pull away from his chest, eyes glazed over in tears. 

“Baby, you know I can’t promise that. All I can tell you is that I’ll try my best. I promise I'll try my best.” 

-

tysm for reading!! I missed writing and can't wait to tell this story <3

"why do you even fight in jeans?" you blurted out, eyes finally flickering up to his face. in your head, you'd worded it a lot better but then again—in your head you were mentally undressing him, so. "like—i don't get it. jeans. you fight in jeans. skinny ones, which makes it worse. how do you like—" you kicked your leg out in a weak imitation of him fighting, looking more like a flailing fish out of water instead. "what's the thought process?"

a beat passed.

and then another.

and then he paused the film and slowly, painfully slowly, turned to face you. "first of all, i do not do that. i have more skill than that." he gestured towards your legs and whatever they'd just done before he carried on. "and second of all, they're efficient." efficient being a codename for the fact he could keep buying the same pair and never have to worry about them again. which technically was efficient, just maybe not in the official meaning of the words. "and oddly comfortable. i dunno, physics or whatever."

you nodded solemnly, like he'd just handed you state secrets is place of an explanation. "surely they're uncomfortable, though." you countered as you reached over and scooped a handful of popcorn out of the bowl—tossing a piece into your mouth. "you'd get way better range in something softer."

"say's the one who fights in full leather."

"easy to clean." you retorted as you tossed a piece of popcorn in his direction, which he caught effortlessly with the tiniest turn of his head. "also makes my ass look real good too, two for one deal, you gotta love it." bucky just scoffed, rolling your eyes as he reached over and grabbed another piece. he wasn't gonna give you the satisfaction of agreeing with you openly, but you definitely had a point—a good one, too. "yeah, well. trying to finish a mission with you and yelena is basically like a catwalk with all the hair flipping and posing you do."

you gasped dramatically, free hand clutching as your chest like he'd mortally wounded you instead. "you don't like my posing?! oh. my heart bleeds, truly. i'll make sure to pass your criticisms onto the red room next time i swing by. they love feedback in between the assassin thing and the mind control."

he snorted, rolling his eyes as your sarcasm. that was one of the things he liked so much about you—you were just like him when it came to the no shit taken, dark humour to deflect attitude, even if it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism. "think i win the whole brainwashing thing." a grin tugged as the corner of his lips as he stretched his arm across the back of the couch, his hand brushing gently across your shoulders. a comfortable silence settled between the two of you and you felt no desire to fill it. you never did with him, not like you did with everyone else. the tower was loud, and messy, and had somewhat unwelcome memories lurking around every corner—silence was welcome sometimes.

you watched him raise an eyebrow slowly after about a minute and half, watching whatever he was thinking form in real time. "so, you don't like the jeans?" you groaned as you let your head fall back against his arm with the softest of thuds. "because this is a very serious opinion. carries a lot of weight, might make me change up my whole look." he teased, fingers still working away in your hair like it wasn't the big deal that it was.

"i never said i didn't like them!" you huffed, rolling your eyes. "i said i don't get why you fight in them. that's two very different things, and—mh, 's playing dirty." you practically purred as his hand slipped up into your hair, scratching softly at the nape of your neck as you let your eyes flutter shut—a rare moment where everything actually felt safe. it was funny to him that you were the only one who'd managed to take him down in training and sparring and still, he could undo you with a couple of touches like an overgrown house cat.

"they do great things for your thighs." you cracked one eye open just to peek at his shit eating grin when he realised that he'd finally got a confession out of you. "raises the workplace satisfaction score, keeps val happy, y'know the drill."

"never thought my thighs and valentina would be brought up in the same conversation. this is new." he let out a huff that might have been a laugh, could have been an exasperated sigh as you continued to admit that whatever had been bubbling away between you for months ran anything deeper than good looks, his choice in fighting gear, and the copious amount of flirting that drove everyone else crazy.

Or at least, that was the plan.

"Alright. The scanner is all set, I'm ready when you are," Reed announced, turning around halfway on his stool to look at you through his thick frame glasses. "Are you comfortable there?"

"I am, actually," you smiled, settling back until your full body rested on the soft leather surface, which, surprisingly, began to warm slowly beneath you. "It's ... warm."

A smile almost ghosted his mouth, but he turned back to the sphered monitor before it could fully form. “Sue tends to get cold in here. I believe adding this feature will make her more inclined to agree to my scans.”

You only gave him a knowing smile. Reed was… Reed, after all.

He wasn’t always able to express care with words, his sentences were more likely to contain statistics or hyper logical reasoning about even the tiniest of details no one noticed or cared about, but his actions spoke louder than words. It was all about the little accommodations, the quiet fixes, the way he noticed discomforts around the building before anyone voiced them. This time was no exception, he didn't think twice about adding a heating feature to the scanner’s seat when his wife had complained about the lab feeling like a freezer last time.

"I bet it's not warmer than me, though," a voice chimed in next to you, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

Ah, yes … Johnny.

Your ever loving boyfriend, who couldn’t stand being more than ten minutes away from you and insisted on being present for this “fake scan” so he could practice holding your hand for future real ones.

Because in his mind, you were in his future that way, not a single doubt about that.

The baby making. Especially, the baby making. The big surprise. The bun in the oven. The endless scans for ultrasound pictures he’d stick to the glass windows of your shared bedroom. The restless nights outweighed by the giggles from a little him ... a little you.

Not today, but maybe one day.

Definitely one day.

And in that hothead of his, he thought what better preparation than watching his brother in law micromanage Sue’s pregnancy through you? At least he could have a little fun with it.

So, naturally, Johnny invited himself to the session. Dragging an extra stool to the lab, sliding on your right side, elbows braced on the platform. His hand found yours as soon as you set your body down.

"You know I can warm you up anytime you want, babe," Johnny shrugged innocently, but his tone was playful as always.

You turned to him amused, a smile already on his face as he leaned definitely way too close to your face, and quickly stole a peck from your lips, earning a soft laugh from you.

Reed sighed next to you, wishing he'd asked you to try the machine in the early hours of the morning before Johnny even woke up. It was his fault after all, he should've known better than bringing it up in front on him. Now he'd have to make it work while you got distracted by ... your distraction.

You instantly noticed his demeanor shift, and gently slipped your hand from Johnny's grasp to lay it flat on the bed, blowing a kiss to him when he opened his mouth to complain. He instantly grinned in triumph, pretending to catch it and placed it over his heart. At least that would keep his hands to himself for a moment.

"All ready now, Reed," you said, offering him an apologetic smile, and he nodded.

"Okay, we're ready to begin. Please just don’t talk," Reed said, his eyes on the display as he pressed buttons, "and try to avoid any unnecessary movement, both of you," he turned slightly, looking over his glasses to glare at your hovering boyfriend.

Which was, unfortunately, a straight dare for Johnny to lean closer against the platform beside you, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin.

"You hear that babe? No unnecessary movement. Don't breathe, not even a little," he said in the most serious tone he could use. "... except if you wanna, you know, lean on me a little," he winked, then nudged your shoulder with his. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You tried not to smile this time when he wiggled his eyebrows, for the sake of the test and the remaining of Reed's sanity, which only made him grin wider.

"Johnny," Reed scolded without looking up, "I need her still, and I need quiet so I can concentrate."

"Hey, I'm just here to supervise," Johnny protested. "Make sure you're not poking her with anything weird."

If there was something Johnny loved almost as much as you and space, it was rage baiting his brother in law. And the worst part was, that no matter how incredibly intelligent Reed was, it seemed to work every single time.

"I'm not poking her with anything,” Reed snapped, sighing afterward. "Can you at least step back a little so I can–"

"Nuh-uh, not a chance in the world," Johnny interrupted. "I'm here for emotional support, you know, a dad being present –Ow. Babe!" you elbowed him lightly in the ribs, which made him gasp.

"First of all, you're not a father. This is purely for data gathering purposes," Reed objected without missing a beat, "and you're only here because you followed her in.”

"Yeah yeah, semantics, whatever," Johnny shrugged, raising a hand to dismiss him and turned to you. "Hey, you hungry, princess? I could get you something."

"I'm fine, Johnny," you shook your head, smiling at the gesture, then raising your hand to press a finger on his lips. "Now, shh."

You caught Reed rubbing the bridge of his nose, muttering something about how he should have asked literally any other woman in the planet who didn't have Johnny Storm joint at their hip.

"The sequence is starting now. I just need five minutes," he sighed for the fourth time in three minutes, and then pressed a few more buttons, his posture stiffening. "Please Johnny, just five, no more talking."

"Alright, alright. I can be quiet for five minutes," he raised his hands in surrender, finally leaning back.

It lasted five whole seconds.

"So," he began, leaning toward you again. "Tell me about the first time you saw me."

You sighed at the question Johnny liked to ask at least once a week. You were happy to answer it every time, just not in front of his brother in law. So you put a hand on his chest to push him back a little, before Reed's patience snapped completely.

"Johnny, angel, you know what? Actually I am hungry," you said, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "I am craving some oranges."

"Oranges?" Johnny's whole demeanor shifted, still grinning, but now with that eagerness to please you sparkling in his eyes.

"Yes, fresh ones," you nodded, slightly biting your lip. "Pretty please?"

“You got it, fresh ones from the market," he grabbed your hand from his chest and placed a kiss on it, making you chuckle once again.

Why was he so annoyingly sweet?

Satisfied with your reaction, he got up from his stool, the little seat's wheels rolling back as he made his way to the elevator's doors. Not without turning around halfway, looking at you while pointing accusingly at Reed.

"Don't let him poke you with needles or draw blood from you. I will sue," then he winked at you, backing to the elevator. "Give me five minutes, ten tops."

And after a shameless wink, the elevator doors slid closed, and he was gone. Leaving a very relieved Reed alone with his scan and you trying very hard not to laugh at the way he exhaled like he'd been holding his breath under water this whole time.

"Thank you," he said genuinely, turning back to his controls. You just hummed in acknowledgment.

You held your breath as the machine made a louder hum, a halo of pale blue light swept over you from head to toe.

"You can breathe normally," Reed said, noticing your stillness. "Just don't move anything else, please."

You let your gaze wander over the colorful room while the scanner did the work. There were gadgets on every counter, Sue's latest ultrasound printed and stuck on the corner of Reed's giant blackboard, a mug that said 'Fantastic dad' that Johnny told Ben to buy Reed as a joke but he wholeheartedly gave it to the man. You smiled at the memory.

The thought of Sue and Reed’s baby being there in a just a months was amazing and terrifying at the same time, and it wasn’t even yours.

And now that Johnny wasn't hovering anymore, and Reed's focus was solely on the screen in front of him, the quiet of the room allowed you to think about what Johnny said earlier.

'A dad being present'

There was a time where you thought something like that was impossible due to his altered DNA, but Sue and Reed had shown you the possibility was still there.

And the more you thought about it, the more it made you want to build that with Johnny. It wasn't a crazy idea, not at all, but it was something you'd projected into the far future.

Definitely one day.

"Huh," Reed's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen.

"Something wrong with the machine?" you asked, trying to not make a big fuss about it, it was a new equipment after all.

He didn't answer immediately. Just tapped his keyboard twice, then leaned even closer, eyes squinting and his whole expression sharpening. The scanner made another low pass over your midsection.

"Hmm," there it was, another weird monosyllable.

"That's a suspicious 'hmm'," you said, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Not suspicious at all," Reed said quickly. "Just interesting ... please lean back down, it's not done."

His fingers moved over the console again, adjusting settings. The scanner passed over you once more, slower this time, and you noticed a small, unconscious shift in his posture. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, blinked at the display, then adjusted the image like maybe the machine had made a mistake.

Again.

"Okay, you're being really weird now. Even for you, Reed," you half joked, hoping that would ease the sudden nerves invading your body.

"I just … wasn't expecting to see–" he paused, hesitating, glancing toward the door as if Johnny might burst in at any second.

"See what?" you pressed, fully panicking now.

The machine beeped softly with results for the third time, like it was confirming whatever he'd already noticed the first. Then Reed suddenly stood up from his stool and paced in his spot, folding his arms.

"There are certain... biological markers. In fact, they're very specific markers. I'd like to run the scan one more time to confirm."

"No. No more scans," you fully sat up now, suddenly understanding Sue's dread of those. "Just tell me, is there something wrong with me?"

Your tone actually made him jerk his head in your direction, shaking his head profusely.

"No," his voice was quiet but certain. Not comforting either, though. "No, absolutely not."

"Then what is it?"

Reed hesitated, eyes fixing back on the screen. "It's... actually the opposite," he said slowly. His voice wasn't that detached this time, it was still Reed, still cautious, but there was something... warmer underneath.

"Something right, then?"

"Quiet for a moment," he mumbled, pressing the console again. "I want to be sure."

So you stayed still, your heartbeat ringing a little faster in your ears. The scanner made one last pass over your body, beeping one last time with the same results apparently, because Reed stepped back, took a long breath, and blinked a few times like he was pulling himself back into the room with you.

He wasn't exactly expecting to be the first to find out about... that. Now how on earth was he supposed to break news like that? None of his infinite doctorates qualified him to do so.

Reed stalled for a few more seconds, before reaching to the sphere monitor and rotating it in your direction.

"Look at that," he said, pointing to the screen, his voice slightly softer than usual.

On the screen, a small flicker pulsed steadily in the center of a grainy blue and white colored image. You stared at it for a few seconds.

Was that? … No. No it couldn't be.

"...My heartbeat?" you chuckled weakly, because the alternative your head was suggesting was just not possible.

Not right now. Definitely not right now.

Reed arched a brow, his gaze instantly softening. He knew how this part felt. The first moments of denial. The surreality of it. So he approached it as gentle as his capabilities allowed him to.

None of his education had prepared him for something like this, but you were family, even more so now, so he tried his best to use his heart this time instead of his brain. As absurd as that sounded to someone like him.

"It is a heartbeat, and technically, it's yours too. Or, well, more like a part of you."

You stared at it again. That flicker. The steady, insistent beat. You knew what it meant, of course you did, but the words got stuck in your throat and refused to come out.

"Look," Reed took off his glasses, pointing with the frames higher up in the torso scan. "Your heartbeat is here," and then pointed back lower, "and this one is smaller ... much smaller."

Reed studied your face as you kept quiet, something warm blooming in his chest despite his usually clinical nature.

Two 'fantastic babies' this year. Huh. He hadn't seen that coming. Couldn't have predicted it with equations in a million years.

"Okay," you said finally, too casually.

"Just okay?" Reed almost chuckled this time. "You do understand what I'm showing you, correct?"

"Yeah. I... yeah," you nodded slowly, letting out a deep breath. "I'm ..."

But you didn't say it. Couldn't. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And right now, you weren't ready for real. Not without Johnny by your side.

Right. Johnny.

Who wasn't there to hold your hand through it.

Oh my God. How were you gonna tell him?

He was, after all, your emotional support. But who was gonna be his when you were panicking? Oh my god. What if he panics too? Would he be ready? Would you be ready?

All of a sudden, that 'one day' wasn't so far away anymore.

You didn't even notice your breathing had gone shallow until Reed's voice caught your attention.

"Breathe," he said, not commanding, more like a reminder.

"I am breathing," you looked up at him, chest going up and down rapidly.

"Not enough," he replied. Then, in a move that was so unlike him, he reached for your hand. His palms were warm, not as warm as the ones you were used to, but it helped somehow. His hands pressing yours just enough to let you know he wasn't letting go unless you wanted him to.

"Follow me," he said. He took a slow inhale, visibly lifting his chest, and let it out in a slow exhale. "Again."

You tried your best. Inhale. Exhale. It died in your throat halfway out a few times. But he waited, patient as ever, until you tried again. And again. Until the fifth breath felt a little less jagged.

"It's normal to be scared," he said, when your breathing slowed down. "When Sue told me she was pregnant, I–I almost passed out. And that was after two years of planning for it."

Instantly realizing what he confessed, he cleared his throat, before looking at you more serious for a moment.

"Don't tell Johnny," he asked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, and it loosened something in your chest. You shook your head in reassurance. He nodded grateful.

"I know this is... a big pill to swallow. Terrifying, even. But it doesn't have to be faced alone."

Your eyes got glassy before you could stop them.

"We're all a family," Reed continued, repeating what was always said by the others, not much by him, if ever. "Which means your child will never have to go without place to feel like home, or without love. Not with all of us around."

A tear did fall from on your cheek this time, and you let go of his grip to wipe it before Johnny came back.

Oh, Johnny.

Just thinking about him being a father, a dad who is present, his blonde disheveled hair at midnight as he warms baby bottles with his own hands, a tiny bundle sleeping on his chest enjoying the impossible warmth irradiating from his skin. Him playing peek a boo with the funniest faces he can think of.

And for the first time since you saw that flicker on the screen, you believed, if only for a second, that maybe this wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I'm pregnant," you finally said it, the foreign words leaving your lips in a whisper.

Reed's eyes softened, the smallest smile forming in his mouth.

"You're pregnant," he echoed, just as quietly, like repeating it would help you both absorb the reality. He straightened a little, half turning to his machine. "I'd still like to make some more formal scans–"

"Reed."

"I know, I know. Sorry," he apologized, letting out a dry chuckle while shrugging, "but it's ... protocol."

"I'm telling you, Herbert, those oranges were not fresh. That guy was totally lying ... Yeah right? I know. Unbelievable."

Your head snapped at the sound of HERBIE's robotic beeps and Johnny's muffled voice echoing behind the elevator doors, as they arrived to the lab's floor.

"–and so I had to use my charm on the girl next to him, one smile and she went straight to get me the good ones ... I know Herbert, I know, but you have to do what you have to do."

The doors slid open in a ding, revealing a very excited Johnny walking in, toying with an orange from one hand to another as HERBIE trailed behind him holding something you couldn't see from your seat.

"Ah, there you are." Johnny smiled as soon as his eyes landed on you, "now, what did I miss?"

You looked at Reed for a brief second, at the verge of panicking again, but he mouthed a 'just breathe', gesturing with his hand a swift inhale. So you did that, as Johnny crossed the lab until he got to the stool he was previously sat in, with the little droid following him like a lost puppy.

"Got 'em! Did you miss me, babe?" he asked, plopping into his seat.

"I always do," you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching to the orange he was holding, to try to distract yourself with something. "Thank you, Johnny–"

Before you could reach, he yanked back his hand with a laugh. "Don't be silly, this one is for me. Here–"

He turned halfway to HERBIE behind him, and grabbed with his free hand something from the droid's hands, petting his metal head before turning back to offer it to you.

You lowered your eyes at the plate he was holding to you. Probably two oranges, sliced, and placed nicely around the dish. The citrus scent hit you and half scratched that itch you've been having about oranges lately, which ... made a lot of sense now.

"These are for you, bite sized. I'm gonna tell you now, got the best ones in the city," he leaned down to kiss your forehead, and added with a cocky grin, "go on, tell me I'm amazing."

He was. God, he was.

But it wasn’t the oranges what hit you the most, it was the way Johnny went about it. How you wouldn't need to feel scared, or not ready, when he was willing to take on even the smallest of requests with intention, just to put a smile on your face.

So you couldn't hold it together any longer, and lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, the plate of oranges falling from his hand to your lap, small slices scattering across the platform. You buried your head in his neck, not being able to hold the tears anymore. Johnny instinctively wrapped his arms around your body, a hand still holding his orange for dear life as he stared confused at Reed.

“Woah– what happened baby?” he asked softly, bringing his free hand to stroke your hair as you cried into his chest. “What did you do, Richards?” His tone got weirdly serious now, even for Johnny.

“Me? N-nothing!” Reed blurted offended, which only made Johnny glare at him.

“Did Reed lecture you about moving during the scan? I told you, babe, you don’t have to listen to him when I’m not here.”

Reed’s mouth opened to protest, but chose to keep quiet. He glanced at you, still clinging to Johnny for dear life. He took a deep breath. He knew what this was like, so he just let Johnny continue until you chose to tell him.

“She was okay when I left, and now she’s crying in my arms –hey hey, it’s okay baby– so what could have possibly happened while I was gone?”

His tone to Reed was serious, but when he looked down at you it got incredibly softer. You sniffed a few times, pulling apart from him to wipe your eyes and give him a teary smile.

“I’m fine, Johnny, really,” you reassured, sniffing again, “It’s just … I don’t–“ you looked at Reed, nodding at him so he could help you a little.

Reed took off his glasses, and folded his hands behind his back in that way that meant ‘I’m about to say something big and I’m choosing my words carefully’. You just kept your gaze on Johnny.

“The scan revealed some … unexpected results.”

Well, so much for choosing your words carefully.

“Unexpected like… bad unexpected, or ‘hey, you have an extra kidney’ unexpected?” Johnny asked, squinting.

“Having an extra kidney would be bad unexpected too, Johnny,”

“We could always get it out and sell it,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes playfully to make you laugh, and when you inevitably did, relief washed over his face for a second.

Okay, it couldn’t be that bad if he was able to make you laugh after that breakdown. His heart could calm down a little now.

“Well, actually… neither,” Reed said.

His gaze shifted between the two of you before settling on the monitor that was still facing your direction. Johnny glanced at the screen, still expecting to see that third kidney. Instead, he tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together.

“Huh,” he exhaled.

Funny, his first reaction was identical to Reed’s.

You watched him stare at the screen, and you could almost see the gears turning under all that blonde hair. Because Johnny Storm was a lot of things, loud, playful, endlessly distracting, but he was also sharp. And he wasn’t missing what was right in front of him.

Two heartbeats.

“Is uh– Is that what I think…?” his eyes flicked to you, you were already smiling, still glassy eyed holding the lump in your throat. “Oh my god.”

His mouth fell open a little, eyes darting between Reed, you and the small flicker on the screen for a few times, before it hit him all at once. He finally let go of the orange in his hand, the fruit hitting the floor in a few thuds.

Johnny’s face lit up like sunlight getting through grey clouds. Even HERBIE beeped in awe.

“OH MY GOD!!”

The grin that broke over his face made your heart flutter. He cupped your face in his warm hands before you could even wipe your eyes.

“Babe. Babe,” he chanted enthusiastically, his forehead pressed to yours, voice dropping to a breathless laugh. “We’re having a baby. Oh my god! We’re having a baby! … Herbert I’m gonna be a father!”

You let out a laugh that was half sob, half immense happiness, nodding against him.

He crashed his lips to yours, salty tears mixing in your lips as he kissed you softly, lips slightly pulling back from how wide you both were smiling.

In front of you, Reed stood with his arms crossed, the loveliest smile tugging at his mouth. For once, he didn’t interrupt, didn’t feel like adding facts or disclaimers. He simply turned back to the console and gave you both the moment.

That was, until Johnny pulled apart from you, realizing how you had just lit his whole world on fire and he was more than willing to stand in the middle of all of it.

“Okay,” Johnny said, still holding your face, “this is fine. This is more than fine. This is … this is amazing.”

“Johnny, I think we should–” you began, but he was already in motion, pacing next to you.

“First of all, we need to stock on food, for all the weird pregnancy cravings you’re gonna have. You want pickles dipped in ice cream? boom, Johnny delivers,” he gestured dramatically with his hands in the air.

Reed sighed, rubbing his temple while mumbling something about Johnny speaking in third person.

“Johnny–“

“And the baby’s room. We’ll paint it… okay, we don’t know boy or girl yet, but that’s fine, we’ll go with something neutral. Like… fire yellow … no, wait, that’s too on the nose. Sky blue? Maybe it could be space themed! … babe they can go to space with us one day, maybe Reed can make a baby space suit–“

“I am not sending your baby, or any baby for that matter, to space, Johnny.” Reed interrupted flatly, wishing you could go back to hugging and not this unprompted rambling.

“Johnny, angel, maybe we should–“

“Oh, and the clothes, babe the clothes! Little tiny onesies with flames on them. Reed, you have to make them in fireproof clothing, how else is it gonna be safe for me to hold them?”

“Johnny!” you leaned forward to put your hands on his chest and gently dragged him towards you. “Can we maybe process this before we start designing the nursery?”

He stopped mid ramble, eyes fixing on yours. And for the first time since Reed dropped the news, he hesitated. “Wait, you’re… okay with this? I mean, I’m over the moon, obviously, but… are you?”

You exhaled, reaching to fix a strand of his hair. “Johnny there’s nothing I want more in this life, than to have a family with you,” you reassured, meaning every single word, “but we didn’t even know about this ten minutes ago.”

Johnny’s smile softened. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, holding a kiss there for a moment.

“Okay. We’ll do this together, slowly, as a family,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and this time you were the one who jumped at his lips.

This time it was a bit rougher, clinging to him with fists clenched on his shirt, like putting all the overwhelming weight of it all into the kiss. Reed, who was still there, cleared his throat before you started making another baby right there and then. On his new scanner. That he built for his wife but now it would work for you too.

He was gonna have to get used to Johnny hovering all the time now.

“You should both take some more proper tests to confirm everything is okay with your baby, before making any further plans.”

“Yeah, yeah, Reed,” Johnny dismissed, already wrapping an arm around your waist to help you come down the platform, and guide you toward the door, but he halted midway. “Wait both? why me? I swear to god Richards, if you poke me–“

“No one is going to poke any of you here, Jonathan. Ever. I already told you, and it sure as hell won’t be me if it’s ever required,” Reed rolled his eyes, already relieved to see you both make your way to the elevator so he could work in peace.

He could only be happy for so long, before his mind inevitably went to overthink about how on earth you were all going to survive two super babies at the same time. But before he could get lost in his head, Reed turned to thank HERBIE, who was humming cheerfully to himself as he picked up the orange slices from the table. The little droid then rolled toward you, offering the plate with a chirp.

“Thank you, HERBIE,” you smiled, and Johnny pet his head in gratitude.

“Alright, we’ll do all that science stuff later, Reed. Right now…” He glanced down at you, his lovely grin back in full force. “I’m getting my girl more snacks ... and maybe also ice cream. Just in case that pickle phase hits early.”

Even behind all the joking and amusement in his face, the glint in his eyes quietly told you he was looking at the most important thing in the whole universe. Those two heartbeats.

But no, it wasn’t just two heartbeats after all.

Because with Johnny by your side, it was three.

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Extras: johnny + baby fever | johnny + carrying a baby | johnny + being a girl dad or boy dad

Part two is on the way ✨let me know if you want to be tagged!

1945

“You’ve been very affectionate lately.” Bucky says as you kissed his lips.

“What can I say? I love my Sergeant husband.” You say, kissing him once again.

“And I love my agent wife.” He says softly as he kisses you passionately.

You two laughed as the Howling Commandos cheered you and Bucky on. You two pecked each other’s lips a couple times before putting yours and his focus back on the mission.

“Are you guys ready?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You and Bucky answered in unison.

Steve ziplines down to the moving train, followed by Bucky and then you. The three of you landed safely on top of the train. You guys from a hatch on the train’s roof. Bucky opened it and you and Steve jumped inside and so did Bucky. You three quietly and cautiously walked through the train car with your weapons held in front of you. Suddenly, as Steve walked through an entrance of the train car, you and Bucky were separated from Steve when the door slides closed. Yours, Bucky’s, and Steve’s eyes went wide. That’s when a HYDRA agent appeared and aimed his weapon at you and Bucky. You and Bucky shot at him, taking him down with ease. Then another one appeared. You and Bucky shot at him till you two were out of bullets. You two hid next to the cargo that’s on the train to avoid getting shot. Bucky put his arm in front of you to protect you.

You put your hand on your belly. You recently found out that you’re pregnant with yours and Bucky’s first child. Your belly barely showing. You’re almost a month along. You do plan on telling him, but you got caught up with the mission of taking down HYDRA that you completely spaced it out. You do plan on telling him after this mission. The only person who knows you’re pregnant is Peggy. Should you be on a mission while pregnant? No, but you want to get as much work done as you can before the baby is born.

When you weren’t paying attention, Steve found a button to open the door and pushed it, tossing Bucky a loaded gun. Bucky shot at the HYDRA agent while Steve used all of his strength to push a cargo box into the HYDRA agent, knocking him out. You regained your focus when the HYDRA agent’s body hit the floor.

“I had him on the ropes.” Bucky says.

“I know you did.” Steve says.

That’s when another HYDRA agent appeared behind you three. The sound of his weapon firing up made the three of you turn around. Steve held his shield up and pushed you and Bucky behind him, shielding you two from the blast that sent the three of you to the floor. You looked up to see the HYDRA agent approaching you. You stood up, grabbing Steve’s shield and shot at him. The HYDRA agent shot a blast at you, sending you outside of the train. You were holding onto the railing for dear life. Bucky’s eyes widened and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He scrambled onto his feet and ran over to the hole in the train’s wall.

“I’m coming, doll!” Bucky shouts.

You nodded. Bucky carefully climbs outside of the train, holding onto the railing. He got as close as he could to you and reached his hand out towards you.

“Grab my hand!” He shouts.

As you were reaching for Bucky’s hand, your fingers grazed his fingers when the railing gave out and you fell, plummeting downwards. Bucky watches in horror.

“Y/N!” Bucky screams.

Steve helped Bucky back on the train. Bucky looks down at where you fell, his eyes tearing up. Steve’s eyes teared up too.

“This isn’t real. Please tell me that this isn’t real.” Bucky says, his voice cracking.

“I’m sorry, Buck.” Steve says, putting a comfort hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky let out a loud sob that sent chills down Steve’s spine.

“We need to finish this mission, Buck.” Steve says softly.

Bucky nods and sniffles. He stood up and wiped his tears away with the sleeves of his jacket before continuing on the mission with Steve and the Howling Commandos. Bucky isn’t the kind of person who seeks revenge, but he does now. He wants HYDRA to pay for what happened to you.

PRESENT DAY

That day still haunts Bucky. He thinks about it all the time. He has nightmares about it almost every night. He can still hear the sound of your screams as you plummeted downwards.

Bucky thought he seen the last of HYDRA that day, but he has to go on a mission with Steve and the Avengers to a HYDRA base. He’d much rather stay at the compound than to be within 100 feet of a HYDRA base for what they took from him years ago, but he doesn’t have a choice. He has to be on this mission with the Avengers.

Bucky stood at the entrance of the quinjet, staring at the HYDRA base in front of him. He squeezes his eyes shut and shudders when he hears your scream in his mind. The Avengers walked by him. Steve stood next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to reality.

“It’ll be ok, Buck.” Steve says softly.

Bucky nods and takes a deep breath before walking off of the quinjet with Steve by his side. Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers cautiously walked around the base with their weapons held in front of them. Little did Bucky and Steve know that you and your daughter were just down the hall. You poked your head out from your hiding spot, seeing Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers walking the opposite direction of you and your daughter.

“You know what to do.” You whispered to your 5 year old daughter Mary.

As much as Mary doesn’t want to do this, she doesn’t want to make you mad so she did what you told her to do. She ran up and down the hallway to make it look like she was playing. Bucky and Steve stopped when they heard her small footsteps. They were shocked to see a little girl standing a few feet away from them after they turned around. Mary stood there and stared at them without saying a word. They slowly approached her so they didn’t accidentally scare her in any way.

“Are you ok, sweetheart? Are you hurt?” Bucky asks softly.

Mary stared up at him and didn’t say anything. You stepped out of your hiding place a few seconds later. Bucky and Steve were in shock when they seen you for the first time in years.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked.

Hearing that felt like someone ripped Bucky’s heart out of his chest and crushed it in their bare hands.

“Barnes, do you know her?” Natasha asks.

“She’s my wife.” Bucky tells her.

Bucky slowly approaches you. You grabbed the gun out of your thigh holster and aimed it at him. He stops, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Doll, I’m your husband. Don’t you remember me?” He asks softly.

“I don’t have a husband.” You said.

Hearing that made Bucky’s eyes tear up. Bucky knew what he had to do. He slowly approaches you again. You cocked your gun as he did so. Before you could pull the trigger, Bucky managed to get the gun out of your hand and threw it as far as he could down the hallway. That’s when you started fighting him, along with Steve and the Avengers. Mary moved out of the way so she didn’t get hurt. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and held you against him, pinning your arms down to your sides.

“Y/N, it’s me. Please remember me.” Bucky pleads.

“No!” You shouted.

You threw your head back, giving Bucky a bloody nose.

“Ow, fuck!” Bucky cries out in pain.

Bucky let go of you to hold his blood nose. You got away from them. You assumed that Mary was running behind you, but she wasn’t. She was still standing there and looking at Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers.

“We have to go, Buck.” Steve says.

Bucky nods and wipes his bloody nose on the sleeve of his jacket. He picked up Mary and followed Steve and the Avengers back to the quinjet. Surprisingly, Mary didn’t put up a fight when Bucky picked her up. You gave her the stranger danger talk when you’re not brainwashed, but something about Bucky is telling Mary that he’s a trusting adult. Bucky carefully sat her down on one of the seats in the quinjet and crouched down in front of her.

“Are you ok, kiddo?” Bucky asks softly as he checked her for any injuries.

“I’m not hurt.” Mary says.

“Do you know who that woman is?” He asks.

“My mommy.” She tells him.

“Did she ever hurt you?” He asks.

“Mommy never hurt me.” She says.

“What about the other people in there?” He asks.

“Sometimes.” She answers.

“You don’t have to worry about those bad people ever again.” He assures.

Mary felt the quinjet beginning to go in the air. She started to freak out, because you weren’t on the quinjet with her. She jumps down from the seat and ran towards the closed door of the quinjet. Bucky picked her up before she could get to the door.

“I don’t want to leave mommy!” Mary cries.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok.” Bucky coos softly. “We’ll come back for mommy.” He says.

“Promise?” She asks.

“Promise.” He promises.

Mary relaxed in Bucky’s arms and grew tired. Bucky held her as she slept in his arms. When the Avengers got to the compound, Bucky helped Mary get cleaned up and made her something to eat. She settled in quicker than any of the Avengers thought.

Meanwhile, Tony was in the lab scrolling through files on a hard drive he found when the Avengers raided the HYDRA base. He came across his dad’s name on the file and clicked on it. As he was reading the file, he came across something.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Barnes to come to the lab.” Tony says.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” F.R.I.D.A.Y replies.

Bucky left Mary with Steve while he went to the lab to see what Tony wanted.

“I was told you needed me?” Bucky says.

“You need to read this.” Tony says, handing Bucky the laptop.

Bucky read the file, seeing Tony’s dad’s name on it.

“I don’t understand what information on your dad has to do with me.” Bucky says.

“Keep reading it.” Tony says.

Bucky kept reading it. His eyes went wide when he came across your name in bold letters. He felt his heart drop.

“N-No. This isn’t possible. My wife would’ve told me that she was pregnant.” Bucky says.

“Is it a possibility that she lied to you?” Tony asks.

“No, of course not. My wife and I told each other everything.” Bucky says.

He continued reading the file. That’s when he came across Mary’s name.

“Mary is my daughter?” Bucky says to himself.

Bucky is in complete shock. Finding out that you were pregnant when you fell off of the train and Mary is his daughter.

“Thank you for showing me this, Tony.” Bucky says, giving the laptop back to him.

Bucky went back to the kitchen where she’s drawing on blank pieces of paper. He still had a shocked look on his face.

“Are you ok, Buck? You look like you just seen a ghost.” Steve says.

“Y/N was pregnant when she fell off the train in 1945.” Bucky says.

“The baby survived that?” Steve asks.

“Apparently.” Bucky says.

“Where’s the child now?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods his head towards Mary. He sat down next to her.

“Mary, what’s your mommy’s name?” Bucky asks, just to be sure.

“Y/N.” Mary tells him.

Bucky’s breathing hitched in his throat. He lets out a shaky breath before telling her what he’s about to tell her.

“Your mommy-” Bucky takes a deep breath. “Your mommy is my wife. Which means, I’m your daddy.” He tells her.

“You’re my daddy?” Mary asks.

“Yes I am.” He confirms. “I want you to know that I’ll do everything I can to protect you, sweetheart.” He says softly.

“Ok.” She replies.

A couple days go by and Bucky is getting the hang of being a dad. He bought parenting books to help him. Overall, he’s an amazing dad. He loves Mary. She’s an amazing kid.

In those couple of days, you planned on getting your daughter back. You managed to sneak out of the HYDRA base and snuck inside of the Avengers compound.

“Someone has entered the building.” F.R.I.D.A.Y informs the Avengers.

“Who is it?” Steve asks.

F.R.I.D.A.Y showed the Avengers the security cameras. Bucky’s eyes went wide when he saw you.

“It’s Y/N.” Bucky says.

Bucky quickly ran down the hall to the lounge room where Mary was watching cartoons. He picked her up and immediately took her to her bedroom.

“Stay here and don’t open the door.” Bucky says.

“Ok, daddy.” Mary replies.

Bucky closes the door, locking it to keep her safe. As Bucky was walking down to hall, he heard thuds. He ran to see what it was. He seen the Avengers knocked out on the floor. You came up from behind and jumped on his back, catching him by surprise. Bucky managed to get you off of him by grabbing your tactical vest and flipped you onto the floor. He pinned your arms against the floor above your head.

“Where’s my daughter?!” You asked, squirming in his hold on you.

“I’m not telling you.” Bucky says.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and used all of your strength to flip the two of you over.

“Where is she?!” You asked again.

Bucky desperately wanted to tell you where Mary is, but he doesn’t want to risk anything happening to her. He knows he shouldn’t keep his daughter from her mother, but this isn’t you. This is your brainwashed self. He doesn’t want to know what you’d do to Mary while you’re brainwashed.

“This isn’t you, Y/N. You have to fight it. Can you do that for me?” He says.

“The only thing I’m going to fight for is to get my daughter back.” You say. “Tell me where she is!” You demanded.

“No. I can’t risk you hurting our daughter.” He says.

Being accused of something you would never do set you off. You head butted him as hard as you could, knocking him out. You got off of him and looked around the compound for Mary. You looked in every room, but didn’t find her in any of those rooms. Then you finally checked her bedroom, only to find the door locked. You kicked the door down and walked in the bedroom. You could hear whimpering in the closet. You opened the closet door to see Mary on the floor with her hands over her ears. You bent down and picked her up. Mary seen you. Normally, she’s happy to see you, but this time, she’s scared. She squirmed in your grasp to get away from you.

“DADDY!” Mary screams! “DADDY, HELP ME!” She screams again.

Mary screaming triggers something in your mind. You weren’t sure if it was your memories or your motherly instincts. Either or, you tried to escape the compound. As Bucky was waking up, he heard Mary screaming for him. He scrambled to stand up and ran to look for her. Bucky found her in your arms near the back door where you snuck inside of the compound.

“Y/N, stop!” Bucky shouts.

You stopped and turned around.

“Daddy!” Marry cries.

“It’s ok, sweetheart.” Bucky coos softly.

Bucky walked towards you to take Mary from you. You walked backwards, not wanting him to take your daughter away from you.

“Y/N, give her to me.” He says.

“No.” You say, standing your ground.

“Give her to me.” He says again.

“No.” You said again. “She’s my daughter.” You say.

“She’s our daughter.” He corrects you.

You frowned when he said that. Then you found yourself handing Mary to Bucky. Mary broke down in tears in her dad’s arms.

“You’re ok, sweetie.” Bucky coos. “I’m going to help mommy. I want you to go to uncle Steve, ok?” He says.

“Ok, daddy.” Mary sniffles.

Bucky put her on the floor and she ran to find Steve. Then you and Bucky were having a stare off.

“Please don’t make me do this.” Bucky pleads.

You narrowed your eyes at him before charging at him and attacked him. As much as he didn’t want to fight you, he fought you anyway.

“This isn’t you, Y/N.” Bucky dodged a punch. “Your name is Y/N Barnes. You’re my wife. We’re high school sweethearts. We got married the same week we graduated from high school.” He tells you.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shouted, punching him in the face and giving him a bloody nose.

“You have to fight this, Y/N. Do it for me and our daughter.” He says.

You lowered your fists when he said that. Your memories flowed back into your head. Your eyes teared up when you realized what you were trying to do. You fell to your knees and started crying. Bucky got on his knees and wrapped his arms around you. You melted into his touch.

“I almost kidnapped my daughter.” You say after a few minutes.

“It’s not your fault, doll. It wasn’t you.” Bucky says softly.

You looked up at Bucky, remembering him as your husband.

“You’re my husband.” You say.

“I am.” He confirms.

“I’m so sorry, James.” You apologized.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, babydoll.” He almost whispers. “Let’s get you cleaned up, ok?” He says.

You nodded and sniffled. Bucky picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom to get you cleaned up and changed into clean clothes.

“I should’ve told you that I was pregnant in 1945.” You say.

“I’m your husband. Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asks as he sat down in front of you.

“Please believe me when I say that I was going to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise. I told Peggy not to tell you.” You say.

“Wait. Peggy knew that you were pregnant in 1945?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“Did Steve know?” Bucky asks.

“No. I told her not to tell anyone.” You say.

Bucky wanted to be mad at you for not telling him that you were pregnant in 1945, but he didn’t want to punish you for that. You feel guilty enough as it is.

“I’m so sorry, James. Then we got caught up with that mission and I-” You got choked up before you could finish what you were saying.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap.

“Everything is fine now, doll. Our daughter is safe and you’re safe. I’m going to do everything I can to protect my girls.” He promises.

That made you a little bit better. You looked up at your husband, smiling at him.

“You always know what to say.” You say.

“Isn’t that why you married me?” Bucky smiles.

You leaned up and kissed him softly and passionately. His lips are still soft like they were years ago. One thing led to another and you two ended up under the sheets.

———

9 months later, you and Bucky welcomed a baby boy to the world. You two named him William. Mary nicknamed him Willy, which you and Bucky find cute.

“What are you doing awake, princess?” Bucky asks as Mary walked in William’s nursery while he’s feeding him.

“Can’t sleep.” Mary says.

“C’mere.” He says.

Bucky carefully held William in one arm and Mary climbed up onto his lap and he held her with his free arm. Mary got comfortable by laying her head on Bucky’s shoulder and gently held William’s hand. You walked in the nursery a moment later, smiling at the cuteness in front of you.

“There’s my favorite people.” You say softly.

Bucky look over at you and smiles. You walked over to him and gave him a soft kiss on his lips and then kissed Mary and William on the tops of their heads.

“I’m happy that we finally got the family we’ve been wanting for years.” Bucky says softly.

“Me too.” You smiled. “I love you and our babies.” You say sweetly.

“I love you and our babies too, doll.” He smiles.