What do you think would happen if 6 pups meet WS!steve? I know it sound really ansty but I cant stop thinking about it.. WS!steve would be devastating beacuse of the lost pups in the past but at the same time, he would be really proub that the other Steve gave bucky what he deserves..
As soon as I saw this ask, I said to myself, oh boy this is gonna hurt. But this is what you asked for so!
Of all the things that had happened in his life, seeing his alternate universe self shouldn’t really phase Steve that much. And it might not have, if his alternate self was what he’d sometimes daydreamed about. He’d never thought his other self would be the grotesque mirror of his own life, a timeline where he’s the one who fell…
Steve reached out his arms, feeling compelled to comfort his other self in some way - could he scent himself? would they smell the same? - but the alternate Steve flinched away, so he dropped his arms.
“H-how did I get here?” other Steve whispered, holding himself and still trembling.
“I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out, okay?” Steve tried to be reassuring and calm without touch. “I’m gonna call Bucky -”
“You have a Bucky too?” Alternate Steve’s eyes went wide, something like stars dancing in them. “M-my Bucky, he…he takes care of me…”
Steve smiled gently. “My Bucky takes care of me too. He’ll take care of you too, until we get you back to yours.”
Alternate universe Steve opened his mouth to reply, but closed it quickly thereafter, a shrill chorus of voices calling, “mama, mama, mama!”. He peered around this shining, beautiful, unharmed version of himself - no scars, no horrible fear, two arms - and the sight made his knees near collapse from beneath him.
“Oh god, hey, hey -” Steve rushed over, careful not to touch, just offer his hands; he’d been through this before. “You’re okay, you’re alright. Wanna sit, hm?” The other Steve gasped as though he’d be struck.
“My babies,” he sobbed, metal hand coming up to cover his mouth in disbelief. This time he really did fall to his knees. “Oh, my pups, my babies.”
“Mama?” James asked, brow wrinkled in puzzlement at the scene before him - two figures who looked like his mama, although one was distressed.
Other Steve began to cry harder, much to Steve and the pups dismay. Jack toddled over to him, the two of them eye-level and low enough for Jack to reach up with soft hands and cradle alternate Steve’s face, swiping clumsily through his tears. He looked up at his mama, blue eyes full of uncanny understanding; Steve nodded his head.
Jack went back to gazing at alternate universe Steve, asking sweetly, “What wrong, mama? You cry?”
“Oh, my sweetheart,” cried other Steve. Gently, he took Jack’s hand in his own, bringing it to his lips, kissing it over and over. “You’re so beautiful.”
The other pups gradually came closer, seeing that this puzzle, though it be confusing, wasn’t dangerous. Alternate Steve could hardly believe. It was as if all his pups came here, to this Steve, instead of staying in the horrible reality they would’ve lived in with him as their mother. This Steve was able to care for them, got to love them, watch them grow. Six of them, all six. He should have six pups, would have had them if Hydra hadn’t sewn the seed, tainted from the start. His babies never had a chance. But they were here, and some version of him was loving them.
Steve stood a little ways away, taking in the unfolding scene, watching this other him grieve. Something horrible must have happened to him, he hardly dared to imagine what trauma inducing pain could’ve been inflicted. Knowing what his own Bucky had gone through, he had an unfortunate idea, however.
“My pups went to heaven,” Steve heard the other him explain. “I only had them with me for a little while, but you remind me of them.” Alternate him gave a watery smile, tapping his finger to the tip of Evelyn’s button nose. “And now I’m not sad anymore, thank you, sweethearts.”
After the pups each let the alternate Steve scent them, comforting him in the sweet way they did, he managed to stand on wobbly legs and make his way over to stand in front of Steve. “You have everything I ever wanted,” he said. “Everything I used to want before…” Steve didn’t know what to say to that admission, so he said nothing. “You’re so good to him. He deserves this - deserves pups, deserves someone who’ll actually let him hold -” Other Steve let out a shuddering breath and Steve could feel his own heart breaking.
“If your Bucky is anything like mine, he loves you,” Steve gently encouraged. “He’s just so happy to have you back, I know he is. I know it. I’m sure he’s looking for a way to get you back right now, because he loves you.”
“How do you know?” alternate Steve asked.
“Because it’s what we would do for them.”
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