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Coming there had become a routine for the former soldier. A necessity almost. Though at first he'd been reluctant to spend every morning sipping coffee and reading the paper in such a noise filled, public environment, now it just seemed normal. It had been suggested by his therapist. A way to help with the PTSD. To get him used to people again. To get him to trust again. It had been a big step. A challenge to leave the comfort of his small apartment on the upper east side, courtesy of the US Army and come down to this small, quaint little shop. It wasn't people he feared. It was himself. His mind. His reactions. But he couldn't stay locked up forever. That he knew.

The shop was just an ordinary coffee shop. The coffee was okay. Better on some days when the red head by the name of Natasha worked behind the bar. But she had been absent for a few days now. Replaced by someone he'd never seen here before. A new face.

He should be used to that. Seeing new people. But he'd grown accustom to his routine and this... this was change. Something he wasn't so sure how to deal with in his mind. For the last few days he'd taken to watching to small male, roughing the same weight as the former female barista. A bit shorter, but if his hair was longer, he'd pass for a petite female for sure. The face maybe not.

He wasn't sure why he was studying this man. A pass time? Or familiarity to what he was used to doing overseas. Studying targets. Watching them for days before making a move. Analyzing. Gathering intel and information. But it was more that that. This boy. This... new face. It was something interesting. Something to distract his thoughts.

James was good at keeping himself unnoticed. So the studying was done subtly. He never spoke. Save for the occasional thank yous and hellos. Polite but hushed greetings. And always a small smile to accompany and make people feel comfortable.

It wasn't until today that he finally decided to speak directly to the barista who would be named "Steve" if his name tag was anything to go by. He waited until the man came around to pick up left behind cups on the table next to his before giving a smile, followed by a furrow of his brows. "Excuse me... can I ask you a question?"

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He knew something was up when Bucky’s cold turned into weekly sickness [especially in the mornings], but wasn’t sure what was wrong. The serum injected into Bucky by HYDRA was supposed to take care of illness [at least he assumed; it happened with Erskine’s formula], supposed to make him stronger.

So he thought the worst, thinking that maybe the serum was wearing off and his immune system was going haywire as a result. It seemed logical, and Steve could only imagine the same thing would happen to himself if his ever did.

But something occured to him over breakfast that morning, something Erskine had said about some of the effects of the serum just before he was injected. Possible anomalies that could occur, alter physiology other than what was expected of the serum’s effects.

It was hard to wrap his head around, the first conclusion he drew. There was no way… not that he’d be upset [far from it]. He just never imagined their life going in any sort of familial direction, given their professions and the amount of healing they still have to go through.

Steve finally finds the guts to corner Bucky in their apartment bathroom, ask, and his eyes landing on close to a dozen pregnancy tests littered all over the apartment sink. Hearing Bucky confirm the pregnancy, though, was a hard smack of reality in the fact.

Fear. A little nausea [he’s a father; they both are]. Overwhelming concern. Unconditional love.

So instead of yelling at Bucky [he’d never do that], or pulling the panic card, Steve sinks to the floor with him and sits close, letting their shoulders touch. His hand finds Bucky’s metal one, links their fingers together as he lets out a slow exhale. Steve’s sure that Bucky was expecting an adverse reaction, given the tension in his frame. He squeezes reassuringly, wraps his free arm around Bucky’s shoulders and lets their foreheads touch. "Surprise is one way to put it… I- Buck, I don’t even know what to say. I understand how it happened, but never in a million years—”

I don’t know anything about raising kids.

He felt sick as he stared up at Steve, waiting for the explosion that was sure to come. This was it. He was going to lose him forever. They were done. Part of him knew these thoughts were irrational, but he couldn't help but panic here. He'd just completely changed everything. Their relationship wasn't even that far along. And now he was pregnant? This was so bad.

So as he sat there, waiting to see anger or panic in his boyfriend's face, he gripped at the toilet seat, ready to pull himself toward it if need be. But, to his surprise, Steve moved down beside him and pulled him in, holding him close. He wasn't angry. He didn't look panicked. No, in fact, he looked quite calm. Surprised, yes, but calm nonetheless.

Bucky looked toward him, feeling a wave of emotion rushing over him. He was overwhelmed for the moment, feeling his heart overcome with love for this man. He felt a stinging at his eyes, but ignored it, pressing inward, burying his face in Steve's neck as he pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled, shaking his head. "I should--" He choked off for a moment, biting back the emotions rising up, threatening to explode. "Should've said something sooner." He'd known for a week or so now, but was skeptical to believe it. So he'd went out and bought every test on the shelf, hoping for a different outcome. It wasn't that he didn't want the baby. He simply did not know if he could be a father. Or mother, rather, since that seemed to be his role. Maternal, as he was the one carrying the child.

He pulled back finally, looking up at Steve, fear in his eyes. "Are you upset?" He didn't think he was, but he could be wrong. Could be misreading the emotions here. He had to know. Had to figure this out.

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Are you pregnant?

He wasn't quite sure how this happened. After all, he was a man. But they lived in a strange world full of things no one really understood. So it didn't seem so out of place as he thought it would in his mind. However, that didn't stop him from being afraid. He was the last person who needed a child in his life. He still hadn't quite recovered from all that had happened to him. The last thing he needed was to become responsible for another human life.

Then there was Steve. Precious, amazing, Steve Rogers. And while he was great with kids, having been an idol for them back before being frozen, Bucky wasn't sure if it's something he'd want. So it terrified him even more.

He hadn't expected Steve to figure it out so soon. Well, it wasn't really that soon. He'd been sick for weeks. It had started out as a simple cold but grew into a constant day to day sickness. He'd spend hours in the bathroom, just praying for it to end. So it wasn't a surprise that Steve figured it out.

So there he sat, fifteen weeks along, staring up at the man, a look of shame on his face. For a moment, he said nothing. He really didn't want to. But he knew lying or hiding this would get him nowhere. So eventually he sighed and gave a hesitant smile that faded quickly. "Surprise?"

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It's been months of finding his own answers, seeking what he could inside himself and out, defining his own versions of stability. Although it had been a hell of a lot of work, as far as those things go, he felt like he'd done a pretty damn good job. He'd managed to scrap together stable income, a basis of sanity, and, now, the skeleton of a plan.

Steve Rogers was predictable. Whether that was because he knew the man, or because it was simply a rule of his character, it remained a fact. One which was infinitely useful for him, so much that he'd estimated it might be deliberate. The exhibit had been up for some time now, still garnered a large enough stream of traffic to hide in, and he felt surprisingly comfortable staking out the door of the building in street clothes. His employment had required that he adopt the habit of tying his hair back, so the extra layer of disguise it lent him while down helped in this reassurance. Fortunately, it didn't hinder his keen eyesight. When Rogers jogged up the steps, he was ready.

Training kicked in and had him counting seconds, calculating the perfect amount of time between Rogers entering the building and his own body pushing to its feet to follow. It was surprisingly easy to follow him, despite the crowd. He'd clocked Rogers' clothing, but knew him even better by the shape of his shoulders, his exact height, the way he carried his weight when he walked. James knew that they could be anywhere, and he'd know him. That was, in essence, why he was here.

Silently, surreptitious and trying to allow them both to preserve a bit of anonymity, he caught up to Rogers while he was stopped at an exhibit and stepped to his left shoulder. Just close enough that he'd know another person was there, a slight invasion of his space that would make him turn to look. Trusting that he was just as recognisable to Rogers, he didn't bother to blatantly expose his face. Hopefully, hopefully, Rogers would be able to keep his composure, would know that the quickly offered words were true.

“I'm not here to hurt you.” His chin tilted up just slightly, shoulders squaring as he shifted his feet to balance solidly where he stood. Just in case, although his eyes remained trained forward, innocuous. “I want to talk.” A beat, and he let himself look upon the man, displayed with open, sober expression the honesty of this statement. He was patient. Let Rogers set the pace here.

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"I bought ice cream!"

Bucky can't help but smile hearing his voice ring out, obviously excited. It was just ice cream, really, but then again... ice cream was good. He chuckled, peeking out of the kitchen at Steve.

You're adorable.

"What flavor?" He asked, resisting the urge to speak his mind.

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