Convenient 03
CEO!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: When a cheating scandal rocks your marriage, the life you built with your husband begins to unravel. The alleged other woman? His best friend, Sharon, newly unemployed, newly working by his side, and now at the center of every headline. Now, as the world questions his integrity, you’re forced to question his heart. Did Bucky give in to something he couldn’t resist, or is he the victim of a cruel illusion? And how can he possibly convince you to believe him again?
Warnings: ANGST, and fluff.
This is the third part of the mini-series Convenient.
A/N: I am sooooo sorry for the delay. It took a lot to finish this, but it's finally here. I hope you like it. With this chapter, we are finishing the series, but I promise to post a tiny epilogue later this week to wrap everything up.
It was getting late, and you were still sitting in the kitchen, looking at a cold cup of tea, the same one May had been reheating since the morning, but you still couldn't drink a single sip, you were still nauseous, maybe because of your pregnancy or maybe because of the situation, you didn't know. Probably both.
Bucky had left since noon, no text, no call, so you figured it was important; it had to be. Lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the buzz of your phone against the counter.
Unknown number.
A message preview lit up the screen.
James stopped by.
Your stomach dropped.
Stopped by, as if it were casual, as if he’d just dropped off sugar, as if your world wasn’t falling apart because of this.
You didn’t open it, you didn’t need to. You already knew who was messaging you.
Another message came in.
He came to my apartment.
Your breath caught, so that’s why he hadn’t woken you when he left. Your fingers hovered over the screen, but you still didn’t reply.
Another message.
I didn’t invite him. Before you think that.
The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
We talked. That was it.
You let out a hollow breath.
I just thought you shouldn’t hear it from the press. People are watching him.You seem like a strong woman. I’m sure you’ll handle this however you think is best.
You locked your phone without answering, and anger didn’t begin to cover it. You were furious. Of course, she wanted you to know first, not to spare your feelings, but to make sure you pictured it. Him there with her, not here with you.
Minutes passed, or seconds, you couldn’t tell anymore. Then the front door opened.
“Doll?”
Your entire body tensed. Footsteps approached. He walked into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket, and stopped the second he saw your face.
“What’s wrong?”
You didn’t answer. You grabbed your phone and threw it across the counter toward him.
“Read it.”
He frowned, picking it up.
You watched his face change.
Watched the exact second he realized.
“She texted you,” he said quietly.
“Yes,” you snapped. “She did.”
“I can explain—”
“You went to her apartment?” Your voice cracked, rising. “You went to her?”
“It wasn’t like that—”
“Then what was it like, James?” you shouted, the control you’d been clinging to finally shattering.
“Nothing happened!” he insisted.
“I didn’t ask that!” you yelled, your hands were shaking now. “You walked out of this house,” you cut him off, voice breaking, “and let me sit here like an idiot thinking we were in this together while you went to her.”
His face fell. “I am in this with you. I needed answers,” he said, softer now. “I thought—”
“You thought she would give them to you?” You let out a hysterical laugh. “Of course you did. Of course, you still trust her.”
“She didn’t do it,” he said quickly. “She told me there was a man asking about me, following me.”
“Oh my God,” you whispered, staring at him in disbelief. “You actually believe her.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
That did it.
“Because she lies, James!” you screamed. “She has always lied!”
“That’s not true—”
“Yes, it is!” you cut him off, tears streaming down your face now. “Since college! Every single time she pulled you away from me.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t ‘baby’ me!” you snapped. “You think I didn’t notice?
“That’s not fair,” he said, shaking his head. “I always chose you—”
“After I fought for it!” you shouted.
Silence filled the room. He looked like you’d slapped him. He shook his head. “I just don’t see why she’d lie about something like this.”
You stared at him.
“God, you’re so blind,” you said, voice breaking. “She has always hated me. She made my life miserable, and I stayed, because I loved you.”
You pressed your fingers to your temples, overwhelmed.
“And yeah,” you added bitterly, “I wasn’t perfect either. I pushed back. I made it hard for her, too. Because I couldn’t stand her.”
Bucky looked stunned. “You never told me.”
“And risk losing you?” you said, almost laughing. “She was your best friend. You would’ve never believed me.”
Your voice softened, but it hurt more that way. “So I stayed quiet,” you said. “Because you always believe her.”
You took another step back.
“Just like now, look at you!” you cried. “You’re doing it right now! She says something, and you just believe her. No questions, no doubt.”
He had no answer, and that silence broke something in you.
“I need space,” you said, your voice collapsing into something small, fragile.
“Please don’t do this,” he said, panic creeping in.
“I can’t—” you shook your head, backing away from him.
“Doll—”
“Go!” you cried. “Just, go!”
He froze, torn, desperate. But he saw it in your face; there was nothing he could say that would fix this, at least not tonight.
Slowly, he nodded and walked away.
The sound of the guest room door closing echoed through the house.
You stood there, shaking, breath uneven, tears falling freely. Your hand moved to your stomach.
That night, neither of you slept. Bucky didn’t even try; the mattress felt like something he hadn’t earned, so he stayed seated instead, back pressed against the bedframe, head tilted toward the window, staring at nothing. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face.
He might have drifted off at some point, because the sound of voices downstairs pulled him back, low murmurs, movement, something was unfamiliar. Then he heard a knock, sharp enough to make him jump. Bucky was on his feet instantly, heart already racing. You wouldn’t knock unless something was wrong, he knew you were too proud for that. So he opened the door.
“Steve?”
Relief didn’t come; if anything, it got worse. Why would his best friend, who is a doctor, be here this early if it wasn’t an emergency? Bucky’s chest tightened.
Steve took one look at him and saw lack of sleep, wrinkled clothes, and the kind of exhaustion that went deeper than physical.
“Bucky.”
“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked, voice rough.
“She called.”
Your name wasn’t necessary. Bucky frowned, confusion flashing into fear, and his stomach dropped.
“What happened?” he asked quickly. “Is she okay?”
“Hey, hey.” Steve stepped forward slightly. “Everything’s okay.”
Bucky didn’t relax.
“You need to come downstairs,” Steve continued. “Trust me… You don’t want to miss this.”
That didn’t help.
“And shower,” Steve added, glancing at him pointedly. “Quickly.”
Bucky blinked, thrown off, but he didn’t argue.
He turned, grabbed whatever clothes he could, and rushed through the fastest shower of his life, barely thinking, barely breathing. Something was happening, and it involved you.
Minutes later, he was heading downstairs, still damp, shirt clinging slightly where water hadn’t fully dried.
You were already there, sitting on the couch, waiting for him. Your eyes lifted the moment you heard him, and for a split second, just for a second, everything else disappeared.
Because he looked… unfairly good. Hair still wet, droplets tracing down his neck, his shirt slightly undone, and you hated that you noticed. Hated that your chest tightened for reasons that had nothing to do with anger. But his eyes, his eyes were still red, tired, searching, asking you silently if you were okay.
You looked away first.
Steve was kneeling in front of you, focused on a small monitor, plugging in cables with practiced ease. Bucky stepped closer, confusion settling in again.
“What’s going on?”
Steve glanced up at him, a small smile breaking through. “We’re going to take a look at the baby, take a seat.”
Bucky sat down slowly. He kept his distance, close, but not too close, careful not to brush against you, like he hadn’t earned that yet.
Steve Rogers adjusted the small monitor, the soft hum of the machine filling the room. It felt louder than it should’ve been for some reason.
“Alright,” Steve said gently. “Just try to relax.”
You nodded, carefully lying on the couch, even if your hands were still tense in your lap.
Bucky glanced at you, quick and uncertain, then looked back at the screen like he didn’t trust himself to linger while Steve applied the gel and positioned the probe with ease.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
The screen flickered to life, static at first and blurry shapes. Bucky leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.
“There,” Steve said, pointing at a tiny shape. “And that’s the heartbeat.”
Bucky’s breath hitched. He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing until his chest tightened.
“That’s…” Your voice broke.
Steve smiled gently. “Yeah, and very strong, too.”
Bucky swallowed hard, eyes glued to the screen.
“It’s healthy?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“From what I can see, yes, everything looks good,” Steve reassured. “Heartbeat’s strong, rhythm is steady. That’s exactly what we want at this stage.”
Bucky nodded, but his vision blurred anyway, and a tear slipped down before he could stop it. He turned his head slightly, trying to hide it, jaw tightening, but it was useless; his shoulders tensed, and his breath was uneven. It felt like everything hit him at once.
You felt your chest tighten. For a moment, you just watched him.
“Jamie.”
Your voice was soft. He looked up immediately, eyes red, like he hadn’t expected you to speak to him at all. You didn’t hesitate; he was your husband, you couldn’t just brush it off, you shifted slightly, creating space beside you.
“Come sit here,” you said quietly.
He froze. “Are you sure?”
You nodded, and for him that was enough. He moved closer this time, still careful, but he didn’t stop himself like before. He sat beside you, close enough now that the space between you felt smaller.
Steve kept his attention on the screen, giving you both privacy without making it obvious. “You’re still early,” he continued gently. “But everything’s progressing exactly how it should.”
Bucky let out a shaky breath, eyes still locked on the monitor.
“That’s… that’s our baby,” he murmured, almost in disbelief.
“Yeah,” Steve said with a small smile. “It is.”
Bucky’s hand hovered for a moment between you, uncertain, then he slowly reached for yours, tentatively, his fingers wrapped around your hand, and you didn’t pull away.
He exhaled, something in his chest loosening just slightly. The faint sound of the heartbeat filled the room.
“There it is again,” Steve said softly.
Bucky squeezed your hand just a little tighter, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin without thinking.
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After a few more minutes of instructions on vitamins, rest, and precautions, Steve packed up the monitor.
“I’ll check in again soon,” he said gently.
Bucky nodded and walked him to the door. “Thanks for coming, man,” Bucky said, voice quieter now.
“Of course,” Steve replied. “You really think I’d miss this?”
Bucky let out a faint breath, running a hand through his still-damp hair. “I didn’t even know you had one of those machines, or I would’ve called you sooner.”
Steve gave him a look. “I didn’t. Not until this morning.”
Bucky frowned. “What?”
“Courtesy of your in-laws,” Steve said, adjusting the strap of his bag. “A full donation with gynecological and pediatric top-tier equipment.”
That only confused Bucky more. “I thought she called you.”
“She did,” Steve nodded. “But a few hours later, her father called me personally. Made sure I had everything I needed to check on her here.” He glanced back toward the house. “Said you two couldn’t leave the house for obvious reasons.”
Bucky looked down, jaw tightening. “They must hate me right now.”
Steve didn’t answer that.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” Bucky added. “Everything just… happened.”
Steve shook his head. “I get it. It’s a lot.”
Bucky exhaled slowly. “I’m guessing the press is having a field day today after last night.”
Steve frowned. “What happened last night?”
Bucky blinked. “You didn’t see it?”
“I watched the news this morning,” Steve said. “Nothing new.”
Bucky hesitated. “Maybe it hasn’t hit the news yet,” he muttered.
Steve’s expression sharpened. “What hasn’t hit yet, Buck?”
Bucky ran a hand over his face. “I went to Sharon’s apartment.”
Steve went very still. Then he pressed his fingers to his temples, already looking exhausted.” “Bucky…”
“I know,” Bucky said quickly, lifting his hands in defense. “I know how it sounds.”
“It sounds exactly like what you shouldn’t be doing right now.”
“I needed answers,” Bucky insisted. “And she said she didn’t take the photos. She didn’t send anything to the press.”
Steve looked at him for a long second. “And you believed her?”
Bucky frowned slightly. “I thought she was my friend. You wouldn’t believe your friend?”
Steve crossed his arms. “Don’t twist it. I’m the first one to give people the benefit of the doubt, you know that, but even I know better when it comes to Sharon.”
Bucky stilled.
“They didn’t get along,” Steve said. “Your wife and Sharon. Back in college.”
Bucky blinked. “I recently found out.”
Steve replied flatly. “Everyone knew.”
The words landed heavy.
“How come you never said anything?” Bucky asked.
Steve met his eyes. “I tried, It happened right in front of you,” Steve said. “And you still missed it.”
Bucky’s chest tightened.
“All those times Sharon needed you,” Steve continued, quieter now, “all the emergencies, the excuses, don’t you think it’s strange how they always showed up when you were with her?”
Bucky didn’t answer. Because now he was starting to remember.
A soft sound came from behind them, and both men turned to see you standing there; neither had heard you approach. Your arms were wrapped around yourself, your expression unreadable.
“Hey,” Bucky started, immediately straightening. “You shouldn’t be up—”
“Maybe it’s not going to hit the news at all,” you said quietly.
Bucky frowned, confused. “What?”
You tilted your head slightly, your voice calm, too calm. “Maybe she didn’t have the time.”
Bucky stilled.
“Think about it, you showed up unannounced,” you continued. “No warning, she had no time to call anyone, no time to set anything up.”
He looked at you, but really looked at you, the hurt in your eyes, the exhaustion, and something in him cracked.
“I’m sorry,” He said. “I should’ve seen it.” He took a step closer. “I thought I was being a good friend,” he admitted. “But I wasn’t paying attention to what it was doing to you.”
Your throat tightened.
“I believe you, I also think she’s lying,” he said finally. “I should’ve believed since the start,” he added. “I should’ve asked. I should’ve noticed.” He swallowed. “But I believe you now.”
Your eyes softened. “I’m going to fix this,” he said quietly. “Not just the press.” A pause. “I’m going to fix what I broke with you.”
Your breath caught softly, because for the first time, it didn’t sound like a promise to calm you down.
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After a couple of weeks, things between you and Bucky had started to feel better. He barely left your side anymore. You could feel his presence behind you constantly, careful, attentive, like he was terrified that if he gave you too much space, you’d slip away from him again.
At night, he would hold you for hours on the couch, one hand resting over your small baby bump, thumb brushing gently against it even though you were barely showing yet, that didn’t matter to him. And he had been working from home ever since everything happened, refusing to leave the house for longer than necessary.
Tonight after dinner, you stayed behind in the kitchen helping May clean while Bucky went upstairs to shower, promising he’d wait for you in bed.
“You should go upstairs with Mr. Barnes,” May said as she dried one of the dishes.
“In a minute,” you replied.
“He’s waiting for you.”
You smiled faintly. “I know. But he barely lets me do anything these days.”
“He worries about the baby.”
“Washing dishes isn’t dangerous, May.”
“No,” she agreed gently, “but stress is.”
You sighed softly, drying your hands.
“He seems regretful,” May added carefully.
Your expression softened slightly.
“I think he is,” you admitted. “He even asked if I wanted him to work from home permanently.”
May looked genuinely pleased by that.
“Well, that man worships the ground you walk on.”
Before you could answer, the doorbell rang, and both of you froze.
“Are you expecting anyone, Mrs. Barnes?” You shook your head slowly.
The bell rang again, longer this time and way more impatient.
May moved first, and you followed behind her instinctively. The second the door opened, your stomach dropped. Sharon stood there.
“Oh,” she said when she saw you, her lips curving slightly. “You’re here.”
The tone alone made your jaw tighten. You stepped forward before May could say anything. “This is my house,” you said flatly.
Her smile sharpened. “Right,” she murmured. “Of course it is.”
“You shouldn’t be here, Sharon.”
“I didn’t come to fight,” she replied quickly, placing a hand dramatically against the doorframe. “I came to help.”
You let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Help?”
“Yes,” she said, already stepping inside without permission. “Because clearly you don’t understand what you’re dealing with.”
May immediately moved to block her path, but you lifted a hand slightly, stopping her.
No, you really wanted this.
“Then enlighten me,” you said coldly.
Sharon brushed imaginary lint from her sleeve. “I did some digging about the man I mentioned to James.”
Your eyes narrowed instantly.
“Is James here?” she asked. “I need to speak to him.”
“You remembered something?” you asked.
“A little,” she replied smoothly. “Enough to know finding him won't be easy.”
“Convenient.”
Her eyes flicked toward you, irritation finally surfacing. “Listen,” she sighed, crossing her arms, “I know we’ve never gotten along and we were enemies in college––”
“No,” you interrupted sharply. “In your mind, we were enemies. In mine, you were just an annoying bitch I tolerated for my husband.”
Sharon’s composure cracked immediately. “You think you’re better than me?” she snapped. “You think you won because you married him?”
“I didn’t win anything,” you replied coldly. “Because you were never competition, I played your game, but I always knew he was never going to leave me for you.”
Sharon scoffed, but it sounded forced now. “That’s funny, considering he used to be in love with me.”
“Used to,” you echoed. “And somehow, that’s still the most important thing in your life.” You stepped even closer. “You’re still stuck there,” you said quietly. “Still chasing something that ended years ago. And you hate me for it, not because I took him from you, but because he chose me.”
A sharp inhale sounded behind you. Bucky. You hadn’t even heard him come downstairs. You imagine May call him, because she wasn’t beside you anymore.
Her expression shifted instantly. “James,” she said softly, relief washing over her face. “Thank God.”
You turned, and Bucky stood at the bottom of the stairs, hair still damp from the shower, sweater clinging slightly where drops of water soaked through the fabric.
But the moment he saw Sharon, his expression hardened. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“Tell her, tell her you didn’t choose her,” Sharon said immediately, stepping toward him. “Tell her she pushed me out. James, she ruined everything between us.”
You let out a disbelieving laugh. “I pushed you out?” you repeated. “You made my life miserable.”
“Oh, please,” Sharon scoffed. “You played victim so well, I’ll give you that.”
“That’s enough,” Bucky warned.
But Sharon ignored him completely, and so did you.
“And now this,” she said, her gaze dropping pointedly to your stomach. “And now you’re pregnant, I saw Steve leaving earlier,” Sharon continued casually. “Kind of hard to miss all the equipment.”
A cruel smile spread across her face. “Congratulations,” she said. “What a perfect way to lock everything in place.”
Bucky stepped forward immediately. “Watch your mouth.”
But Sharon kept looking at you. “You really think a baby changes anything?” she asked venomously. “You think it fixes what’s already broken?”
Something inside you snapped clean in half.
“You know, you weren’t pushed out,” you said sharply. “You wore him down. Every time he had plans, every time he was happy, every time he chose me, you suddenly had a crisis.”
“That’s not true—”
“It is,” you cut her off. “And you know it.”
Sharon’s jaw tightened.
“You didn’t lose him,” you continued, your voice gaining strength. “You lost control over him, and now you’re here doing the same thing,” you said. “Manipulating, lying, inserting yourself into something that was never yours.”
“Oh come on,” Sharon scoffed. “We all know why he married you.” Her eyes flicked toward your stomach again. “A baby? That’s not love. That’s strategy.”
“Careful.” Bucky’s voice came low and lethal. He stepped directly in front of you this time, shielding you from Sharon completely. “You do not get to speak to her like that,” he said coldly. “Ever.”
Sharon blinked, stunned. “James—”
“No,” he cut her off sharply. “You’ve done enough.”
The room fell silent, then Bucky turned slightly toward you just enough for you to see his face, and there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation anymore.
“I chose her,” he said firmly, looking back at Sharon. “Not because of her family. Not because of money. I chose her because I love her.”
Sharon’s face fell.
“And I keep choosing her,” he continued. “Every single day. Even when I screw things up. Even when I don’t deserve her.” Your chest tightened. “And you,” he added, voice turning ice cold, “do not get to walk into our home and disrespect my wife.”
Sharon stared at him in disbelief. “So that’s it?” she asked bitterly. “You’re taking her side?”
“There is no side,” Bucky replied immediately. “There’s my family, and you are not part of it.”
Sharon’s expression hardened when she realized she had lost. “This isn’t over,” she muttered.
Bucky stepped forward and opened the door. “Yes,” he said calmly. “It is.”
She frowned.
“I was going to wait for this, but yesterday,” Bucky continued, “I hired actual investigators. Real ones. And they found your photographer.”
For the first time, Sharon looked nervous.
“I was going to press charges,” Bucky said. “Drag this through court. Let lawyers tear you apart.” He stepped closer. “But then I realized people like him care about one thing more than loyalty, money, so I paid him four times what you pay him for the real footage.”
Sharon’s face drained of color.
“And now,” Bucky finished coldly, “the next story hitting every paper in this city will be about you.”
The moment Bucky finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. Sharon stood frozen near the doorway, her face drained of color as she stared at him.
“You’re lying,” she said finally.
Bucky didn’t blink. “I’m not.”
Her breathing sharpened immediately.
“No,” she laughed suddenly, but there was something unstable beneath it now, “no, you’re bluffing. You’re trying to scare me.”
“I already sent everything to my lawyers this morning,” Bucky replied coldly. “The photographer gave them the messages, the payments, everything.”
Sharon’s composure cracked piece by piece. Your stomach tightened watching the shift happen in real time.
“You paid him?” she whispered.
“I protected my family.”
Her eyes flickered toward you instantly, and this time the word seemed to snap something inside her.
“No!” she shouted, the sound echoed through the house violently enough to make you flinch.
“You don’t get to do this to me, James!” she screamed, tears suddenly filling her eyes. “After all those years!” Sharon laughed again, louder this time, almost hysterical. “Oh my God,” she muttered. “She really got into your head.”
“Stop,” Bucky said sharply.
“You used to love me!” Sharon shouted. “You followed me everywhere! Everyone knew it!”
“I had a crush, Sharon, and then I met my wife, and I understood what loving someone really means.” Bucky snapped back.
The room went still. For a second, Sharon just stared at him, then her face twisted.
“You ruined everything!” she screamed suddenly, pointing directly at you.
Bucky immediately moved in front of you. “Don’t point at her.”
“She took you from me!”
“No,” Bucky said firmly. “I chose her.”
Sharon let out a broken sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“You’re lying,” she whispered. “You’re just saying that because she trapped you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Trapped him?”
“The baby,” Sharon spat bitterly, eyes dropping toward your stomach. “You think I’m stupid? You knew he was slipping away, so you got pregnant.”
Bucky’s entire body tensed instantly.“That’s enough.”
But Sharon was spiraling now. “No!” she screamed again. “She always does this! She plays sweet and innocent while ruining everything around her!
“Sharon—”
“You think he loves you?” she snapped at you viciously. “He did love me first!”
“And then he stopped,” you replied quietly.
“You bitch!” Sharon lunged forward suddenly.
Everything happened too fast after that. Bucky caught her arm before she could reach you, shoving her back enough to put distance between you.
“Don’t touch her!” he barked.
Sharon stumbled, knocking a lamp sideways as it crashed onto the floor while May screamed somewhere behind you.
“Get out,” Bucky growled.
“You can’t do this to me!” she shouted. “You owe me!”
“I owe you nothing.”
“You loved me!”
“I didn’t,” Bucky snapped, years of realization finally pouring out at once. Sharon stared at him as if he had shot her, then her expression changed again.
“If I can’t have you,” she whispered, “she shouldn’t either.”
Your blood ran cold. I mean, you always knew there was something wrong with her, but you didn't know she could go this far. Bucky moved instantly, stepping fully between you and Sharon.
“Go with May and call the police,” he said without taking his eyes off her.
“James—”
“Now.”
Your hands shook as you grabbed your phone, Sharon noticed immediately.
“No,” she said, panic flashing across her face. “No, don’t you dare.”
You backed away while dialing. Sharon’s breathing became erratic again.
“You’re really choosing her,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Bucky answered without hesitation.
Sharon looked at him for one long, devastating second. “ You think she’ll ever trust you again?” she muttered. Bucky didn’t move.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s how love works.” That seemed to extinguish something in her.
By the time the police arrived minutes later, Sharon was pacing near the entrance, muttering to herself while Bucky refused to leave your side for even a second.
And when Sharon finally looked back at him while they escorted her out, Bucky didn’t look her back, instead his gaze and hands were focused on you, on your face, comforting you.
And he didn’t hesitate, didn’t even look tempted to, he stayed with you.
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