Estrangement
Chapter Ten
Warnings: MDNI18+, Language, Explicitly detailed smut, Angst, period mentioned, unplanned pregnancy, misogynistic blindness, Death mentioned
If I missed any please let me know.
A/N: Sorry it’s been a busy couple days so I’m just finishing this today! Your inner monologue is in green and Bucky’s is in red.
You’ve just finished breakfast, or what you can eat of it. You feel disgusting and you’re pretty sure you’re running a fever because you’re on fire. Now you’re standing at your bathroom sink brushing the remnants of breakfast and the taste of coffee away, trying not to puke on the tooth brush on your tongue.
Bucky walks in behind you finding you still in your tank stop and flannel pajama pants, with your hair pulled back and pinned to the back of your head. A few stray strands hanging loose, displaying the tattoos on your shoulders that Yelena and Ava talked you into. Angel wings with a halo on your right shoulder, and devil horns with a pointed tail on the left shoulder. The hazy look on your face like you’re fighting to stay awake with a little bit of foam spilling from your pouted lips before you lean down and spit it into the sink.
So damn cute.
You feel his arms wrap around you and jolt a little, startled.
“James Buchanan Barnes!” You scold him and sigh with relief that it’s only him.
“Did I scare you?” He chuckles and leans down to kiss your cheek.
“No.” You lie, voice laced with irritation.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, becoming concerned.
“My stomach hurts, I’m running a fever, and I’m nauseated. Almost lost my breakfast trying to brush my damn teeth.” You explain and then groan.
“So what I’m hearing is. No training for you today. You can wait for a couple days until you’re better.” He says raising his brows at you from behind you in the mirror.
“I’m not feeling that bad. I can take a couple of Tylenol for the fever. I’ve been through worse.” You argue and turn to him breaking loose from his arms to cross your arms across your chest defiantly.
“No you’re going to bed and sleeping it off.” He crosses his arms across his chest, playfully mocking you.
“Nope. A little sickness is not going to kill me. I’ll be okay. Some might even say I’ve already been to hell and back already.” You smirk.
“That is not funny.” He scoffs and shakes his head.
“Too soon?” You giggle.
“You’re actually awful. Everyone says you’re so funny but I don’t see it.” He laughs.
“I am funny or you wouldn’t be laughing.” You smile.
“I’m laughing because you’re ridiculous.” He grins and kisses your forehead.
So Bucky was right. But you’ll never actually admit that to feed his ego. Because as soon as Alexei pulled the body slam move you threw up everywhere. Charming, right?
“Pretty sure that’s why Barnes told you to stay in bed for the day.” John butts in from the opposite side of the gym from where you’re cleaning up your expelled fluids with Alexei’s help.
“Um.. how exactly would you know that?” You stop and scoff and cut your eyes over at him from your position on the floor. You already know how but you want him to admit he needed to mind his own business.
“Super soldier hearing. Remember?” He points to his ear as if he’s actually reminding you of something.
“Mm.. And how much have you heard with super soldier hearing?” You retort raising your brows.
“Too much. Way more than I would like.” He coughs and shakes his head instantly looking away, shamefully, making you laugh.
“And you?” You turn your attention to Alexei who is red faced now.
“Ear plugs, medvezhonok.”(baby bear) He sighs.
“Oh my god.” You groan.
After your gym incident you return home to your warm bed where you have company already.
“Alpine.” Your grin and scruff her backside a gently. She meows in response and watches you collect your pajamas to go shower away the sweat and humiliation. Bucky went to spend the day with Sam patrolling the city. You know. Superhero shit.
“She is hardheaded for sure,” Sam grins and then deadpans, “Match made in heaven.” Bucky rolls his eyes and then gives Sam a look of disdain.
“Hardheaded and not funny.” He mutters.
“She is funny.” Sam scoffs, disagreeing.
“She said that she will survive a cold because she’s already been to hell and back. That is terrible.” Bucky argues, dead serious. Sam bursts into laughter making Bucky cringe a little.
“That girl.” Sam laughs, “That is funny,”
“‘That girl’ is gonna be the death of me.” Bucky snorts.
“You sure she’s not pregnant?” Sam blurts out instantly making Bucky panic internally.
“Wilson.” He warns.
“I mean… You two have both participated in the activities it takes to get there.” Sam shrugs his shoulders, nonchalantly.
“I’m pretty sure my swimmers have retired by now.” Bucky mumbles, “I’m 109 years old.”
“The swimmers don’t die until your body does. And you a super soldier. Super soldiers equal super sperm,” Sam argues biting back laughter, “And besides, I was joking.”
“Be funnier.” Bucky grunts causing Sam to laugh again.
Could she be pregnant? She has been pretty moody and tired lately.
He thinks back to this morning when the both of you woke up and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he grabbed your breast from behind in the bed. But you brushed it off and told him you thought you may be starting your period soon so they were sore. Even your smell seemed to be a little different lately. Subtle but sweeter than usual.
Now I’m being paranoid. Thanks a lot Sam.
“Hey there sunshine.” Ava grins pulling the duvet away from your front half to lay next to you in the bed. You groan in response.
“So I see. You cheat on me with my adopted sister.” Yelena teases and falls into bed on top of Ava next to you making you smile.
“You guys are gonna get sick.” You laugh weakly trying to scoot over to allow more room. Alpine inserts a very loud displeased meow before jumping off the bed.
“Sorry, Alpine. They’re rude.” You smirk and hide your face from them.
“Wait these sheets have been washed right?” Ava stills. You turn to look at them both. They’re both now wearing terrified looks knowing they’ve now taken your side of the bed. You side eye them in feigned annoyance. You shrug and hide the smirk growing on your face behind the covers.
“Oh my god.” Yelena shrieks making you laugh loudly.
“No, we didn’t do it in my bed this morning so maybe you’re safe.” You laugh.
“Where di— You know what? Don’t answer that. Some things are better left unknown.” Ava stammers.
“Alexei and John told us you barfed all over the training room this morning.” Yelena states and raises her brows.
“All over the training room? Please. It wasn’t that much and it was in one spot.” You scoff.
“The ‘all over the place’ part came from Walker.” Ava says.
“Figures.” You huff and roll your eyes trying to get comfortable facing the both of them. Ava now in the middle and Yelena laying on the opposite side of her with her hand on Ava’s hip.
“Are you okay?” Yelena asks.
“Yeah I guess I have a twenty four hour thing.” You sigh.
“Or a little super soldier.” Ava smirks and tickles your belly.
“Knock it off.” You laugh and push her hand away.
“Alexei seems to agree.” Yelena purses her lips and shrugs her shoulder.
“Can’t a girl get sick anymore without being pregnant?” You groan.
“Us? Yes. You? No.” Yelena laughs.
“I’m not pregnant guys.” You sigh, incredulously.
Even though I didn’t have a period last month and it still has yet to show for this month. But no. We’re not speaking that into existence!
“Have you taken a test?” Yelena asks, raising her brows.
“No.” You whisper shouted.
“Why?” Ava frowns.
“Because I don’t need one.” You snort and smile, dissenting their concern.
“Yeah, you’re right. Alexei smelled it.” Yelena nods.
Um? Smelled what? Smelled pregnancy in my vomit? That’s a disgusting super power.
“Smelled what?!” You ask, wrinkling your nose in disgust at the thought.
“You! He says it’s not a strong smell. It’s like a subtle sweet note along with your natural pheromones.” Yelena laughs, realizing what you were thinking.
That’s how you end up in the ER room to get checked out for “vomiting and fever”. And none other than Rachel pulled your labs.
“You guys are insane.” You groan.
“Insanely intelligent? Yes. Yes we are.” Yelena smirks.
You sit for what feels like forever, picking at your nails until your fingers are sore. You’re not believing you’re pregnant simply because all of the reproductive experiments done on you failed. They tried IVF on you at one point and your body rejected it immediately. Next they had been planning on getting you to have sex with another male subject to try and get more productive results.
You get a chill thinking about it.
“Cold, sestra?” (sister) Yelena asks, raising her brows rubbing your arm. Before you even realize Ava phased out she phases back in with a warm blanket in tow.
“You are incredible.” You laugh at her with sarcasm. She and Yelena ignore your protests and wrap the blanket around you.
Rachel walks back in and closes the door quickly behind her, grinning from ear to ear. Yelena and Ava look at her and then each other with baffled looks.
“Hey there Star.” She giggles causing you to fight a smile back.
Sam has rubbed off on her with the nickname.
“Hi.” You smile weakly.
“How are you feeling?” She asks stepping closer to you. The girls crowd in on you a little more.
“Girls it’s fine. This is Rachel. Sam’s girlfriend.” You snort and gesture to Rachel.
“Sorry.” Ava nods backing off a little. Rachel nods and smiles.
“So um, I got your test results.” She smiles.
“Hit me.” You reply a little more quickly than you mean to.
“Actually I can’t.” She responds smiling tightly.
“Excuse me?” You ask. What is that supposed to mean?
“Can’t hit a pregnant lady.” She smiles again trying to stay calm.
“A wh-what?” You stammer and gulp. Both fear and excitement taking over your being making your whole body tremble. Yelena and Ava cry out happily, laughing and wrapping their arms around each other, startling you a little with their behavior.
“Your HCG levels are through the roof but your iron is a little on the lower side. You’re also dehydrated from the morning sickness. Not a virus. All of your other results came back completely normal. you’re about 8 weeks but we need to check on the baby,” she smiles, “Or babies.”
“Um I’m having a hard enough time coping with just one. Let’s not beat a dead horse.” You shutter. The three of them laugh at your terrified reaction.
She reaches into the little pantry in the corner of the room for a hospital gown, “You change into a gown. Completely naked from the waist down. It’ll be a transvaginal ultrasound to check the development of the fetus and to make sure there are no cysts.”
You nod, understanding.
Sam smirks down at his phone warranting a questioning from from Bucky.
“Oh it’s just Rachel. Telling me about a patient at work.” Sam says, trying to stay calm. Bucky nods, not pressing. Completely oblivious.
“How much do pregnancy tests even cost these days?” Bucky asks with a shallow breath.
“My sister said the most accurate ones are the cheap ones. The expensive ones won’t pick up unless there’s higher HCG levels.” Sam says. Half of that sounds like an unknown prehistoric language to him.
“Higher what?” He frowns.
“HCG. Pregnancy hormones. When do you think she got pregnant?” Sam replies. Not really wanting to know the details of the question.
“About two months ago. When we got back to the tower from the L. E. M. mission.” Bucky cocked his brow at Sam, his stomach churning in the best way at the memory.
The way you didn’t even waste time getting naked because you weren’t wearing panties under the saree. You practically much ripped off his clothes and rode him like a mechanical bull the moment you two got into your room under the false pretense that you needed clean clothes and to take a shower. The tears from both of you. The breathlessness just from being in each others presence again.
“Aye don’t start day dreaming about it. I know that look.” Sam scolds him playfully.
“Stop talking.” Bucky grunts trying not to smile.
“Ol’ Buck nasty,” Sam laughs and then sighs, “Just get her a test man. She’s either pregnant or she’s not.”
“How am I even going to ask her that? What if she gets mad?” Bucky worries, looking out the window of the passenger seat.
“Just tell her for precautions since she’s so hellbent on training even while she’s sick and because you two screw a lot.” Sam says so casually it almost shocks Bucky.
“‘Hey so since we screw so much I need you to pee on this stick.’” Bucky mocks him.
“Um yeah. Maybe not like that.” Sam cringes and shifts in the drivers seat, suddenly uncomfortable. That does draw a laugh from Bucky.
You’re standing at the stove boiling water for some tea when Bucky comes in. You’re in your buttery soft grey nighty and your black silk robe tied loosely around you.
Everyone went for a night out but you stayed home to sneak in some alone time and some one on one with Bucky.
“Hey handsome.” You turn and smile at him after turning the burner off.
“Hi.” He smiles but it seems a little off. Then you notice he has a pharmacy bag in his hand.
“What’s that?” You ask, gesturing to the bag. He takes a long look at the back and then slides it cautiously to you over the kitchen island. You raise your brows at him in question.
“Please don’t be mad at me.” He pleads in almost a whisper. Those big blue puppy dog eyes that he does so well.
Be mad for what?
Becoming worried with his behavior you silently look into the bag. Two pregnancy tests. For a moment neither of you speak.
“We just— You know. A lot. And with you being sick today I,” he draws a deep breath, “I wanted to be sure.”
“Mhmm.” You hum, biting back a smile.
“What?” He frowns.
Oh he’s clueless.
You recollect yourself inhaling sharply.
“What if they’re positive?” You sigh.
“Then that’s that. We’re going to be parents. It won’t change anything. I mean it changes everything but I,” he swallows hard and continues, “I love you. I know men nowadays like to split but I’m not like that. You know me better than that, don’t you baby?”
Your urge to laugh is now long gone looking at him, looking at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Like he’s terrified but has both feet on the ground bracing for whatever you may say next.
You glance back down at the pregnancy test and tears welling in your eyes but instead of crying you combust into laughter.
What the hell? What did I do?
You look back up at him and see the now, almost offended, look on his face.
“We don’t need these.” You state bluntly and shake your head pushing the bag back across the marble to him. He watches you still with that confused and offended look.
“Why not?” He clears his throat and crosses his arms.
He is so cute.
He watches frowning, observing as you reach into your robe pocket and slide a piece of paper across to him.
He picks up the laminated slip of paper and turns it to face him. Your name in white letters across the top and two small white blobs in contrast to the black around it them. Small letters saying “Surprise Daddy!”
He feels as though all the hair has been knocked from his lungs. The room now spinning. Is that twins?
“Are you—?”
“Two months.” You laugh, teary eyed. He places the sonogram gently back onto the countertop and rushes to you, pulling you tightly into his embrace.
“I can’t believe it.” He cries into your neck.
After all these years of his life he didn’t think he wouldn’t ever see this in his future. Him. A father. Especially not to two babies at once.
You don’t even remember your mother. The last time you remember laying eyes on was when you were six years old. She was so beautiful and she had the sweetest voice. But that’s all you remember. You’re not even sure how to be a mother. You’ve never even kept a child. Although, you do have a soft spot for children, of course. It was just never something you seen in your cards. Until now. And now it’s all you can think about. Two babies that looks just like him calling you “Mama”. And now it’s your lifeline.
He picks you up and plants you on the countertop gently. Leaning down just a little to be face level with your belly where he places a kiss over the thin fabric. You smile and run your fingers through his hair. He pushes the fabric up over your belly revealing your pretty basic black panties and kisses your bare belly. His lips linger there for a moment before his face gravitates to between your thighs making you gasp at the sudden contact. He kisses both of your thighs and you’re already soaking your panties, cramping with need.
“I knew you smelled a little different.” He says in almost whisper before pressing his nose to your folds through the panties and inhaling deeply. You shutter a little at his sudden behavior. This is, not at all, the reaction you though you were going to receive from him upon hearing this news. But there’s no world in which you would complain about this gorgeous man with his head between your legs.
He taps your hips for you to lift them and his fingers purposely trace your skin as he pulls your panties down. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his pants and dives back in.
He presses his nose to your core, again inhaling sharply like he can’t get enough. Like the smell of your pussy is an aphrodisiac for him now. His nose brushes your clit lightly, and you shutter, slowly he begins to fuck you with his tongue. He places his lips around your entrance and sucks, trying to pull more from you and you whimper. He groans against you.
He holds your tender breast in his flesh hand trying to be careful not to hurt you but the pain is outweighed with the ecstasy. His cool metal fingers slip into you as he works his tongue, lapping at your clit. He begins thrusting his vibranium fingers in and out of you bite your lip trying to suppress a louder whine as you feel that familiar pressure already beginning to build up.
“You let me put my babies in there.” He growls and it sends you over the edge gripping the first thing you can grab, a (thankfully freshly washed) dish towel just to have something to muffle you if needed. He laughs, “Nobody’s here baby. Just us. Let me hear you,” the hot breath on your core and the vibration from his words almost making you orgasm.
“Don’t stop please.” You whine and grind your pussy against his face chasing the friction. He growled against your heat and starting lapping at your clit and your hole causing you to almost crawl across the island. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pull you roughly against his face. His hands move to the back of your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest in attempt to keep your pussy on his face.
You’re not sure, that even with your strength, you would even be able to move away if you wanted to. He licks from your entrance back up to your clit and begins flicking his tongue fiercely against your aching bud finally breaking a scream out of your lungs, white fireworks exploding behind your tightly shut eyes.
He stands up and crushes his plump wet lips against yours letting you taste yourself and you start throbbing desperately.
He smirks and sucks his fingers clean, “Is my little darlin’ still needy?”
You whine and nod. He nips at your neck just below your ear.
“I need you. Please baby.” You whimper.
He pulls his dick out, thick and hard with the tip blushing red. He gives it a few strokes before rubbing against your aching core making you let out a high pitch whine. You’re a lot more sensitive now, which in hindsight, would’ve been a sign for normal people. But of course you’re not an average human.
He pulls your hips down further, closer to the edge of the island, and guides your legs around his waist, wasting no time to push in. The pressure from his girth relieving your spasms immediately. You wrap on arm around his shoulder and your fingers on the other hand thread into his hair You can feel him throbbing against your pulsing walls.
“You feel so good.” He groans and attaches his lips to yours while he grinds slowly in and out of you. Breath hot against your lips. Your tongues licking at each other, hot and wet. His hips clapping your plump ass cheeks creating a slapping sound that echoes throughout the otherwise silent complex.
The pressure from him dragging in and out, and the pace of his movements are almost torturous but it’s nice in contrast to your usual rough and wild style. Only the closer you get to relief, the further it seems and you starting feel the ache of needing him to be a little more rough.
“Harder.” You almost whimper.
“Are you sure?” He asks, his face soft but worry as he slows down even more to look in your face.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” You nod.
“What about the babies?” He frowns.
“Bucky.” You whine.
“Okay baby.” He smiles and plunges back in harder this time. His hands still pushing your hips down or you definitely would’ve moved. You let out a long, loud moan at the impact. And he rolls his hips again slowly but a little faster than before. Shoving his head against your cervix in the most deliciously painful way. He smirks, “You’re so god damn sexy. Carrying my babies but still wanting to be fucked like a little whore.” And he’s not wrong.
“Your little whore.” You moan and smile up at him, drunk on the pleasure. His hand moves to your ass and gives it a stinging slap.
“You are mine.” He growls and hips your bottom lip, picking up a brutal pace.
“All yours.” You whimper.
You always feel almost unbearably tight around him because all the extra blood from your pregnancy is causing your walls to swell and become more sensitive. Somehow you’re even tighter (and more vocal) than before and he’s eating it up.
He lays you flat against the cool marble and raises you legs to where your ankles are on each shoulder and begins to pound you. Your skin making little squeaky sounds against the surface and the sound of flesh snapping against flesh fills the whole complex echoing even louder than before. His hands massaging your sore breasts. The erotic twinge of pain with every stroke of his fingers against your hardened buds.
Then the thought of someone coming in right now crosses your mind.
Someone catching him plowing you against the countertop where everyone prepares their food. Seeing your legs in the air and your tits under his big hands, bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Your faces flushed. His mouth slightly open panting and letting small, almost inaudible grunts out in rhythm with his movements.
But there’s no one. No one gets this side of him except for you. Vulnerable and open.
“I’m about to cum, baby.” He says breathlessly, leaning in, pushing your knees against your chest making sure he gets the perfect angle to send you over the edge. The press of his pelvis and the hairs along the base of him always get you there so fast in this position and he knows it.
“Ugh fuck.” You say with a high pitched whine.
“There you go, baby, I know you like that don’t you? You like being all folded up and taking this dick don’t you.” He says with a lazy grin.
“Mmm— so good.” You hum and moan against your control.
His hips twitch wildly against your ass. The thickness inside of you twitches and floods you with hot liquid is what finally sends you right over screaming out his name again.
The rest of the team comes stumbling in, obliterated from heavy liquor drinking, just as you’re wiping the counter.
“I’m sticking this to the refrigerator.” Bucky smiles referring to your little beans. You grin at him and nod.
“Aww Bucky is smiling.” John teases, grinning, making Bucky’s face drop and draw into that serious look again, “Go to bed, Walker.” Then you notice Yelena bawling and Ava looking very distraught trying to hold her upright. You raise your brow in question and Ava sighs, “She misses Bob.”
“So do I.” You say , your heart plummeting to your stomach. But before you have time to dwell on it Alexei dropped to his knees in front of you startling you a little.
“What—.” Bucky starts but Alexei ignores him and gives you the saddest eyes imaginable.
“Please forgive me. I wouldn’t have been so rough if I knew you were with child.”
“It’s fine.” You try to stifle a laugh.
“What does he mean rough?” Bucky asks, frowning again.
“It was—.” You start and John cuts in.
“He ‘body slammed’ her in training and she hurled everywhere.” John laughs hysterically.
“Shut up John.” You groan.
“Just answering your baby daddy’s question.” John shrugs, his laughter dying a little.
“Well my question is, would you like another shower?” You ask pointing at the open water bottle in his hand. You’re not really going to abuse your power that way but he doesn’t know that. You don’t notice Alexei now standing beside you now, glaring at John.
John’s eyes widen and he quickly flees the scene, leaving a wide eyed Yelena and Ava seemingly too drunk to process what’s actually going on.
“Really?” He deadpans you and Alexei both.
“I- First of all, don’t look at me like that. This was before I found out I was pregnant,” You said sternly stepping in front of Alexei, protectively, “Secondly everyone in training is rough with me. It’s not his fault. He didn’t even land me that hard.”
“One of us are also too rough in the bedroom with her.” Yelena whispers to Ava, not quietly at all, causing Ava to erupt into a fit of giggles.
“Girls.” You hiss, an empty warning.
Yelena mimes zipping her lips and cups her hand over Ava’s mouth making sending her into a conniption of giggles.
“Look, some things are going to have to change around here. You’re pregnant. I get that you didn’t know that earlier but I really need you to be more careful. And you guys,” he points around the room with a scowl, “Need to cool it on being so rough with her too.”
“Really? So because I’m pregnant I’m supposed to just sit around and get fat.” You snort, incredulously.
“That’s what women are supposed to do, yes.” He blurts.
“Oh boy.” Alexei grunts and slowly starts backing away from the crime scene.
“I’m pregnant—.” You started and he cut in.
“Yes with my babies.” He says sternly.
“And they’re my babies too. Who are inside my body. Since we’re stating the obvious here.” You seethe, “I’m pregnant Bucky. Yes, I know I need to start being more careful. But for you to stand there and basically tell me what I can and can’t do is so incredibly misogynistic,” you swallow back the words but they still fall out anyway, “You may be my babies’ father but you’re not mine. I haven’t had a father since I was four years old and I damn sure don’t need one now.”
Bucky stares wordlessly as you storm down the hall and flinches a little when he hears your door slam shut.
What the fuck just happened?
He doesn’t know whether to follow you or stay planted where he is. He did not mean for that conversation to turn so badly.
“Let her calm down,” Alexei huffs, trying to lighten the mood, “It’s woman hormones. They get very angry over small things.”
“Okay but maybe it wasn’t that small to her. Yeah she’s been here for four months but four months is nothing compared to spending your life within four walls with men beating you and ordering you around,” Ava says, “Four months of experiencing real love is not long enough to erase trauma.”
Bucky nods and bites anxiously at his lip, knowing Ava is right.
How am I supposed to fix it now?
“What do I do now?” He asks softly. Shame laced into his tone.
“You need to learn how to talk to her without being such ass.” Ava suggests bluntly. Not even apologetic.
“I didn’t realize I was being an ass until she bit my head off,” Bucky pleads, tone defensive, “And she’s right I was being misogynistic but when I grew up women took a break while they were pregnant.”
A minute passes by in silence and the weight grows heavy in Yelena’s chest again.
“If Bob were here he would know what to say.” She sighs, sadly.
“I’d know what to say about what?”
Everyone turns to face the calm, collected owner of the voice. Finding Bob standing just feet away from them with his crooked little grin.
“Bob!” Yelena cries out happily and runs to him. Ava following closely behind her. Bucky’s face instantly warms and he smiles at Bob’s appearance, taking Bob off guard.
After Bob greets the girls with hugs and answers their many MANY questions he finds Bucky alone in his room writing. Everyone already retired to their rooms and he has yet to see you.
“Hey Buck, can um- can I talk to your for a sec?” Bob asks lightly.
“A sec is an awful short amount of time to ask permission for.” Bucky snorts teasingly.
“Um yeah… I—.” Bob trails off and stops, scratching his head, nervously.
He’s always a bundle of nerves around Bucky even though Bucky doesn’t really give him shit. It’s just Bucky’s demeanor and his look. The look that could take you out violently without even touching you.
“I was kidding man. Come in.” Bucky chuckles waving him in. Bob obliges, stepping in and shutting the door behind him.
“Where is she?” Bob asks looking forward Bucky’s bathroom door.
“She’s in her bed sleeping.” Bucky sighs, face becoming solemn again.
While the girls where welcoming Bob Home he’d went to tell you Bob was home only to find you curled up with Alpine tucked into your arm. He didn’t have the heart to wake you so he let you sleep and came to write a little.
“ l hear congratulations are in order.” Bob smiles, proudly. Bucky smiles back with pride.
“Yeah thanks. Umm did the girls?” Bucky trails off he sees Bob shaking his head.
“No actually. I- um- can’t believe I’m actually saying this because I’m still processing the who God thing. Aphrodite actually came to announce the conception.” He laughs and shakes his head.
“Wait, were they watching us?” Bucky cringes at the thought of them watching the conception from upstairs. Especially considering the act was four hours long at the very least. Or whichever act put the babies in there. You two only breathed each other for the week that the baby was conceived.
“Not really. I mean Aphrodite does but she’s a little freaky,” Bob shutters and then looks up, “I love you though Aphrodite.”
Bob sees the stricken look on Bucky’s face and decides to tease him, “Zeus and Aphrodite are pretty impressed by your stamina and how half the time it’s her trying to keep up with you despite her being half of a god.” Bucky’s lips quirk upward smugly, “Probably looks that way from above.” Bob laughs lightheartedly.
“Look I don’t want to put you in between her and I but you’re better with women than I am. I really pissed her off before you got home.”
“Yeah the girls told me.” Bob looks away awkwardly, “And you guys are kind of the reason I’m back, especially the babies.”
“What do you mean?” Bucky frowns.
A long moment of complete silence passes before Bob finds the words.
“I’m here to protect the twins. Aphrodite’s orders. And well pretty much all the other gods too. When she successfully gives birth Zeus has promised me he will make me normal again. Or at least halfway normal,” Bob explains, “The babies are quarterlings because she’s a demigodess and you’re a human. As long as I’m here with her, though, it’s harder for Hade’s to reach her. I was basically granted immortality in exchange of being hers and the babies’ guardian. I’m linked to her now, in exchange for my healing. If anything happens to her it’s over for me this time. And after last time,” Bob takes a deep breath, “I think it’s for the best.”
It hits Bucky like a ton of bricks when he realizes what Bob is actually saying. That if you die again… So will Bob because his life is linked to yours. They will have to lose both of you at once. He shakes his head and exhales loudly.
“Just go hold her. She may be pissed off at you right now but she loves you. And even if what you said came out wrong, your heart was in the right place. And as mad as she wants to be at you, she knows that. She loves you and you love her and that matters more than an argument.”
Bucky nods and smiles softly, “Welcome home, Bob.” Bob smiles back widely in response.
You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when you feel Bucky scoot into bed behind you and wrap his arm around you, placing his hand on your belly. He can tell by the pattern of your breathing that he stirred you awake.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers and leans over to kiss your cheek.
“Me too.” You whisper weakly rolling onto your back to face him.
“You had a right to be mad. Times are different than they used to be and I should be more evolved by now. And I shouldn’t have used that tone when I was talking to you.” He says, looking right into your soul without breaking eye contact.
“And I shouldn’t have acted the way I did at all. Especially in front of everyone.” You gulp in the intensity of his stare, glowing in the moonlight outside of your window.
“You’re really cute when you’re mad though.” He smirks and raises his arm to make room for your head on his chest.
“Shut up,” you groan and slap him playfully on his chest before laying your head on it, “Cute? Ugh.”
“Cute was underselling it. I’m just trying to keep it PG because it’s been a long day.” He laughs out quietly and kisses your hair.
“Horn dog.” You snort and close your eyes, listening to his heart beat while you trace his scarred shoulder. Calm and steady. His chest vibrates with a laugh muffled by your hair.
“They sleep in every morning. Most of the time because they spend every night trying to put headboards through the walls.” John scoffs talking to Bob, who is just happy to be back home.
“Shut up, Walker.” Ava groans over her coffee , disgusted by his bluntness.
“I’m starting to think you’re jealous.” Yelena snickers and takes a bite of her cereal.
“Of?” He raises his brows an leans into the table.
“Her.” She laughs. He gags on his milk. Her and her gay jokes.
“Lena.” Ava laughs almost choking on her coffee.
“Glad to be back home.” Bob smiles.
“Bob!” They hear you before they see you. He stands and opens his arms for a hug and you almost tackle him.
“Careful mama bunny.” Alexei laughs from his seat beside Bob’s. Bucky enters quietly making his way to the coffee maker.
After Bob manages to break free from your bone breaking grasp he looks down at your belly and smiles. Although there’s no bump it’s obvious he knows there is now two occupants in there.
“Okay who told him?” You laugh, looking around but then realize your sonogram hanging lonely on the refrigerator with a Dr. Pepper logo magnet. Duh.
“Aphrodite actually.” Bob chuckles and ruffles your already messy hair.
“Yeah she watches us. A little too much maybe. She even knew when they were conceived.” Bucky raises his brows and nods teasingly, lips pursed inward. Your face crinkles in disgust and confusion.
“She could at least pay us for the visual. Jeez.” You scoff.
Bucky smirks but only you notice it, thankfully.
A/N: I’m a little more pleased with this chapter than I was with Chapter Nine tbh. I hope you all enjoy it!
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