I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone Pt.3
Peter x sister!Reader Bucky x Reader
Summary: Peter finally convinces reader to tell Bucky about the baby
A/N: So.. I’m finally posting. Sorry it’s taken like a month to do this. End of summer work season was madness and I’ve just started back at Uni doing a masters after a year off (why the fuck have done this to myself? 😱😂). I also struggled with the last half of this but I’ve done what I can 😅
onechaoticbitch Yes, Bucky must know and now he does! :) @mad4oak ‘spawn’ 🤣🤣 @raindancer2004 @onlythedustoftherabiola @galacticstxrdust (thanks for commenting guys)
You answered every question Peter had for the next two hours, work completely forgotten. He really did want to know everything. Well, not everything.
“You know you need to tell him, right?”
The tone got serious. You knew he was right. You had to tell Bucky, you couldn’t avoid him forever. Aside from the fact that you work/live in the same building, you couldn’t do it. You’d already avoided him for the last week and it was breaking you, you missed him.
“I know I do. But…I’m scared, Peter.”
Your voice got tight and you could feel your eyes burning, tears building. Telling Bucky was a terrifying thought. You couldn’t help the questions and fears that ran through your head. Bucky had adjusted amazingly over the last two years- a year in Wakanda before moving to the compound- but on occasion he still doubted himself. He still didn’t think he deserved all the good things he now had and was still worried he would hurt someone.
What if he didn’t want this? What if this set him back and undid the work he’d done? What if he left? Did he even want kids? Did he want them with you? Did he want you?
You were scared for him and yourself. Your worries and insecurities growing with each day. A new thought would pop up and stop you from replying to his texts or answering his calls.
“What are you scared of? Sounds like you guys really love each other.”
“But what if he doesn’t want this? What if he doesn’t want me?”
Your head dropped, looking at your lap as you nervously played with your fingers and silent tears slid down your face. In front of you, Peter sat shocked. He couldn’t fathom anyone knowing you and not wanting you in their life. You’ve been insecure since you were a teenager, but over the recent years you had become more confident and seeing you happy made Peter happy.
“Of course, he wants you! He’d be mad if he didn’t. You are the best person I know. You’re a smart, patient, caring, loving, badass, sarcastic, funny and awesome person. You’re amazing and, like the rest of us Parkers, beautiful.”
A small smile rested on your lips as you let out a short laugh, looking up at your brother. He sat with a smile, gesturing to his face with his hands to back up his statement.
Holding your hands in his, your little brother sent you a reassuring smile, “I am like 97% sure that he will not leave you. He is a good man and he clearly loves you. If he betrays that, then he’s in trouble. Aunt May will kick his ass back to the 40’s.”
You both laughed, imaging your Aunt beating the metal-armed, ex-assassin, super-soldier. And she would win.
Peter brushed some hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead. Leaning back, he gave you a comforting smile before handing you your phone and leaving the lab.
Pacing the front room of your apartment, you bit your nails and ran your hand through your hair as you had been for the last 45 minutes. After Peter left, you had texted Bucky, asking him to come to your place to talk. He had replied immediately, letting you know he would be there at 8.
It was now 7.56 and you felt like you were going to pass out. Your heart was racing, and your head was screaming. You could only think the worst case. Bucky was going to walk out as soon as you told him.
As the clock ticked 7.59 there was a knocking on your door, freezing you in your tracks. The carpet grateful for a reprieve before you wore a hole straight through. Staring at the door with wide eyes, you took a deep shaking breath, and called for him to come in.
Wringing your hands together you hoped the smile on your face looked normal as Bucky closed the door and walked over to you in three quick strides, planting a quick but sweet kiss on your lips.“I’ve missed you. Are you ok? I haven’t heard from you in days.”
Bucky’s hands stayed on your arms, thumbs rubbing gentle circles, a habit he didn’t even realise he did but always calmed you. The warm look on his face, graced with a small smile and loving eyes made you melt. Everything about him screamed love for you and you hoped you weren’t imagining it as it gave you some confidence to tell him.
“Yeah, I’m ok, I just- I have to- I ne-“ you sighed, briefly closing your eyes before taking a deep breath. “Can we sit and talk?”
You gestured to the couch and Bucky nodded, looking both worried about this talk and concerned for you.
You sat in silence for what felt like hours but in reality was only 3 minutes. Playing with your fingers and looking into your lap, scared to look at Bucky even though you could feel his eyes on you, you tried to find the right words.
“Doll, you’re scaring me.” Bucky hesitantly spoke up, you were uncharacteristically quiet. You always had something to say, something to talk to him about. He could, would and has listened to you for hours, not always sure what you were talking about. Unless you were in the lab and concentrating on something, you could out-talk your brother.
“You know you tell me anything, right? You said you wanted to talk but you haven’t said-“
“I’m pregnant.” You cut Bucky off. So quietly you were surprised he heard you.
“I’m pregnant” you repeated, louder but with a trembling voice. Your eyes burned, tears building, heart pounding deafeningly in your ears as you await his reaction.
His face held pure shock. Frozen with wide, unblinking eyes and mouth slightly ajar, you couldn’t get a read on him.
“Pregnant?” his voice so quiet you only just caught it. His eyes flitted down to your stomach and back up to your face before he promptly stood up, a shaky had running through his hair.
“Oh my-. Pregnant. She’s pregnant. A baby-“ Bucky started talking to himself under his breath as he paced, not looking at you, while hands ran through his hair and over his face.“I can’t… I can’t have… I’m not… baby… father…”
You caught less and less of his conversation with himself as your own emotions bubbled over. He didn’t want this. He was going to leave. You were going to be alone. Your whole body shook as tears cascaded down your cheeks, lips trembling as you continued wringing your hands together, fingers gripping each other tightly.
Bucky stopped mid-sentence as a quiet sniffle and sharp intake of breath broke through his bubble. He snapped towards you, still in place on the couch, head down and hair curtaining your face, but he still knew you were crying, trying not to make a sound and start bawling. His heart broke looking at you and he promptly took his seat again.“Doll-“
You took a sharp breath, quickly wiping your tears, shaking your head and looking at him with a small smile you prayed didn’t look too forced. “It’s ok. It’s a lot, I know. It’s a big responsibility, we never talked about this. It’s a lot to ask and I never-“
You were cut off as Bucky place his hands over yours, stopping your assault on your hands as you dug your nails into your palms. Looking up at his face, his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes glued to you.
“You think I’m going to leave?” his quiet voice indignant at the insinuation.
“Well, I just-I. You, you might not, want this, or be ready. I know you’re still adjusting, and a baby is a big thing. I don’t want to put you in a bad position or pressure you. It’s a lot to ask and expect after everything you’ve been through. You’d also be stuck with me and I don’t want you to-“
“Stop.” His voice was firm but held no malice or anger. He moved closer to you, keeping one hand on yours, he used the other to lift your chin up, his thumb gently gliding over your bottom lip before holding your chin in place, preventing you from looking away.
“I’m not going anywhere. Ever. It is big. It’s huge and I’m not ready. But is anyone really ready? Are you?”
His hand moved to cup your cheek as he wiped away a tear. You leaned into his touch, not taking your eyes off him. “But just because I’m scared, and I have a list of worries the length of my arm, and growing, doesn’t mean I don’t want this. Meeting you is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. I never thought I’d find someone like you. I’m far more adjusted and comfortable here because of you. I’ve been able to see a future for myself because of you and in every version is you. I wouldn’t be ‘stuck’ with you, doll. I want you. Both of you.”
He leaned in and kissed you, slowly and filled with love. You could taste the salt of your tears that ran freely down your face. Foreheads touching and eyes closed he whispered an ‘I love you’.
Looking at him through teary eyes you whispered back an ‘I’m sorry’. Leaning back, Bucky sent you a small, genuine smile as he moved a piece of hair out of your face.
“I shouldn’t have assumed. That wasn’t fair of me. I just got scared and irrational. I’m not ready either and I didn’t even know if you wanted kids or me in your life forever, we still haven’t even told the others we’re dating and-“
“That is irrational. Definitely ridiculous. You clearly need me to stay because you don’t realise how great you are. I need to be here to stop those thoughts from taking over and prove to you that you are perfect.”
Smiling, you looked away slightly. Bucky had been complimenting you and telling you how beautiful, or smart, or funny etc. you were since you met, but you still got shy. Some days you still found it unbelievable, but Bucky always made sure to make you feel like the most important person. He was always genuine and made you feel loved. How could you have doubted him?
“No one’s perfect” you muttered.
“Well you are pretty damn close.” He smiled, blue eyes taking in your face before he placed a kiss on your forehead.
You both rested back on the sofa, your head on Bucky’s chest as he ran his metal fingers through your hair, his other hand resting on your not-yet-showing stomach.
“Guess our secret relationship is over, we’ll have to tell everyone now.”
“Of course he does” Bucky laughed, planting a kiss to the top of your head.
