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*innocent me years ago, about to find out what fanfiction is*: oh wow this stuff is cool. Is there more?

Me now: I am a fictional men whore and one of the kinkiest bitch alive. I regret nothing.

I live for the angst where Sharon/people call reader fat and make fun of her not knowing she's pregnant and Bucky protects the ever living fuck out of her because that's his gorgeous babymama. Bonus when Sharon is a jealous hoe. Throw in some protective avengers in there too. Breeding kink? Pregnancy kink? Also yes. He's a feral, horny little shit here, I apologize.

You huffed as you buttoned your jeans, the waistband sitting snugly around your waist, pressing into your skin a little bit more than usual. You dug through the closet to find one of Bucky's hoodies to slip on, loving the way the soft material engulphed you in his scent.

You weren't showing much yet but your body was certainly changing. Your sense of smell was heightened, constantly craving to be surrounded by your boyfriends smell. Your breasts were growing heavier and your clothes were more fitting than before. Cravings had already started. Your cheeks were a tad fuller and you were certainly glowing.

Bucky's super soldier serum was no joke.

You made your way down to make something for breakfast, grabbing a bag of peppermint tea to help with some of the nausea you had been experiencing. Sharon sauntered into the kitchen, still clad in her tiny workout clothes as she went to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"Hey Sharon" You smiled as you poured water into your mug while munching on a cookie, grabbing another when your tummy rumbled. Baby Barnes clearly took after daddy, craving anything and everything sweet. And salty. And sweet and salty.

"Hey y/n" Sharon's eyes looked at you up and down, cocking her head slightly while you snacked, rummaging around for something else to eat. "Might wanna cut down a little there, huh" She teased, nodding to the potato chip you popped into your mouth.

"What?" You weren't sure you heard correctly, setting down the bag while she pursed her lips.

"Oh, nothing. I don't know how you eat that stuff, it's so greasy"

"Hm, yeah I guess" You gave her a weak smile, her words causing the insecurities you were already feeling about your body to creep back up again. You had a heavy feeling in your chest, seeing her flit about the kitchen, still perfectly toned. You shook those thoughts away, remembering the reason beautiful your body was different but it didn't do much.

The words still stung.

You decided to make your way back to your room to wait for Bucky to return from his morning jog with Steve, passing by one of the new trainees as you left the kitchen. Their hushed whispers caused you to stop in your tracks, your stomach dropping when you heard what they were saying.

"She's getting fat" Sharon snorted, hardly noticing you weren't out of ear shot while the trainee giggled along with her, nodding in agreement.

"Oh my God, you should've seen her at the gym yesterday. She was breathing so hard while running on the treadmill, I thought she was going to pass out. I don't even think she lasted 5 minutes before calling it quits" The trainee replied while Sharon rolled her eyes.

"She's gonna looked like a beached whale if she keeps eating like that, I swear she finished the entire row single handedly"

"I don't get what Bucky is doing with her. Honestly, I'm not even complaining. If she gets any fatter he's gonna leave her so maybe that'll make it easier for me" Sharon cackled along with the girl, the both of them snickering while swooning over the soldier. "He's so hot. I don't get what the hell he's doing with her, he can do so much better. Just wait till I show him, he'll see what he's missed out on"

You hardly realized you'd broken down into tears, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing. You ran to your shared bedroom as fast as you could before anyone else saw you, closing the door and instructing FRIDAY to keep everyone out. You threw your jeans off, hating the way they were tighter on you, curling up under the covers, muffling your cries into the pillow.

-

Bucky ran his fingers through his short locks, making his way to the kitchen to grab some water after his run, smiling to himself knowing how much you loved to slink around him whenever he worked out. He loved how needy and cuddly you were, always burying your face into his neck of chest, trying to crawl up him like a tree.

"Where are you babygirl" Bucky called for you, expecting to see you in the perched in the kitchen with your pepper mint tea you'd recently been relying on, only to find a full mug without you in sight. Sharon and the new agent were still there, both of them eyeing him up and down, hoping to get his attention.

"Hey Sarge-

"Have you seen y/n" Bucky cut Sharon off, still looking around for you. Sharon rolled her eyes again, stating she hadn't seen you at all, since she'd spend her own morning working out. Bucky frowned, picking up the still hot tea, taking it up as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Sweeheart?" Bucky called for you softly, his heart racing when he hard soft sniffles from the other side of the door, his anxiety spiking when the door was locked. "Baby, are you okay? Can you open the door please?"

You hiccupped, trying to calm yourself down hearing Bucky's worried voice, quickly wiping your face before getting out of bed to open the door for him. His heart broke seeing his sweet girl with red rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks from crying, pulling you into him while shutting the door behind him.

"What's wrong mama" Bucky cooed, hugging you tightly while you whimpered in his hold, your insecurities at an all time high as he slipped his hand under your hoodie to stroke the bare skin of your back.

"Am I fat?" You whispered, worried the question would make realize you were less attractive, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face.

"What?" Bucky pulled away, shock evident on his face while you stared at your feet, swallowing nervously.

"Please don't make me say it"

"Sweetheart, look at me" He held your face firmly in his hands making you look a him, "Why would you ask such a thing"

"I-I heard some people talking in the kitchen. Said I'm fat" If it wasn't for Bucky's enhanced hearing, he would've missed your fallen voice as you hide your face in his chest again.

"Absolutely not baby, who said that to you" Bucky held back on the red hot anger that surged through him, needing to comfort you first before raining hell on whoever hurt you.

"But I am Bucky!" You cried in frustration, pulling away from his hold. "It looks awful and I'm just going to keep getting bigger, I- I get if you don't find me as attractive-

"Hey, hey, stop, baby look at me" Bucky stopped your rambling, pulling you back into him, his hands holding your face firmly, "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are to me? Hm? Do you have any idea how insanely attracted I've been to you ever since you told me you're pregnant?"

You shook your head, your heart jolting when he pushed himself against you, letting you feel the hardness between his legs, poorly contained in his joggers.

"Bucky-

"C'mere" Bucky threw your hoodie off before stripping his own clothes aside, his hard cock angry and leaking, desperate to fill you. "M'gonna show you baby"

He didn't give you a second to protest, carrying you over to bed and laying you down, spreading your legs apart, flicking his cock against your clit before tracing it down to your entrance and shoving himself home.

"Bucky!" you moaned, your legs moving on their own to wrap around his waist as he started to move, throbbing the entire time.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful mama, if you weren't pregnant already, we'd be in here all day till you were" Bucky groaned, grabbing and caressing your soft skin, already leaking into you. "You're gonna look so sexy when your belly gets all round, when these breasts get all big, they're gonna leak so much carrying my baby"

He moved to tug your swollen nipples between his pink lips, groaning at the thought of how sweet your milk would taste. Your back arched off the bed from how sensitive they were, your cunt fluttering around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

"I already know you're gonna get so swollen mama, its my baby in your belly. Did you forget its my cum that got you pregnant? Did you forget there's all that serum in my cock baby? I got you fuckin' pregnant, I'm you're babydaddy, I can't wait to see you get all tired, pouty and big with my super soldier baby"

"Oh fuck Bucky" you wailed, his words making your heart swell while your pussy nearly squirted as he hit that spongy spot deep in you, "P-please don't-don't stop"

"I won't stop baby, couldn't even if I wanted to, y'feel too good. Fuck, just knowing you're pregnant makes me so hard, can't believe I knocked suck a pretty little thing up, so lucky I got to stuff you nice and full"

Bucky started to fuck you harder till he headboard added new dents to the wall since the extra strength walls Tony added had nothing on Bucky's stamina and strength.

"Can't wait till everyone sees how pretty you're gonna look, m'gonna show you off, make sure everyone knows you're my girl, the love of my life, that you're carrying a piece of me in you"

"But- but what if they think-I won't look-" You're insecurities tried to sneak back in but Bucky wasn't having any of it, shutting ha down immediately.

"I'll fuck you in front of them. You think I give a fuck? I'll bend this pretty ass over, hold that perfectly round belly and stuff my cock in you till it leaks and makes a mess on the floor. I'll show them exactly what I did to get you that big in the first place, let them see how swollen my cock gets for you, goddamn, I'm gonna cum!"

Bucky fucked you hard and fast, letting you feel him in your stomach, not holding back one bit, his hand flying to grip onto the headboard.

"Bucky-Bucky gonna-I'm gonna-!OH GOD" You let out a silent scream, cumming around him without warning, your pregnancy making you extra sensitive, being able to orgasm without him even touching you.

"This sweet, soft fuckin' body" Bucky's pace faltered, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, "So good to me, so fuckin' good!, gonna cum mama, gonna give you more of my cream, gonna full that pussy up n'keep you pregnant forever, take it gorgeous, fuckin' beautiful, no one makes me hard like this, m'gonna cum so hard-fuck-fuck-FUCCCKKK M'CUMMING" Bucky roared against your neck, his cock bursting with ropes of cum, emptying his balls dry with sloppy thrusts until the sheets were soaked. You both panted, sweat covering your bodies, the sweet, primal smell of sex filling the room making your practically purr.

"You're the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. I love you no matter what. You're stunning to me at any size, pregnant or not, don't you ever forget it" Bucky held you firmly, brushing his hands over your belly, pressing a kiss to your temple. You nodded, already feeling better, nervousness replacing your previous anxiety because you knew Bucky wouldn't let the incident slide.

"Who made you feel this way baby" His voice was gentle but he wasn't leaving any room for negotiation.

"Just leave it Bucky" You shrugged, not wanting to make it a big deal but he shook his head.

"Can't do that sugar. No one makes my doll upset. You get some rest alright? let me make you lunch and we'll take a nap after"

You nodded, letting him slip his henley over your head, grabbing some comfy sweats for you to wear and throwing on his own clothes before heading down. You froze as you neared the kitchen seeing everyone else downstairs gathered for lunch which was a rare sight but there had been less mission recently meaning everyone was home. Bucky gave your hand a comforting squeeze, a stark contrast the to protective anger he felt again.

"Who the fuck spoke about y/n" Bucky stormed down, silence filling the room immediatly, everyone staring at each other in confusion while Sharon's face filled with guilt. "Well?!"

"What happened Buck, Steve and I were training this morning" Sam said honestly, while the others nodded in agreement, still looking at each other wondering what was going on. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Well someone said something because she was upset in our bedroom and it happened today" Bucky had a good feeling about who caused your distress, knowing no one else would ever do such a thing but he wasn't about to call out Sharon ha easily, seeing her already squirming in discomfort.

"There's an easy solution to all this, give me a second" Tony typed something into his phone before calling for Friday, "FRIDAY can you play back the audio from this morning from when y/n was in here"

"Certainly, Mr. Stark"

The audio started with you greeting Sharon, followed by her comment and then the conversation she had with the new trainee. Shock and gasps filled the room, everyone glaring at the blonde with disgust while she shook her head, her stomach churning.

"I-I didn't say anything! That wasn't even me!"

"Really? Then who the fuck was it" Bucky spat, ready to jump her across the table, his fists balled at his side. Sharon huffed, biting her lip while Bucky continued to glare at her, still holding your hand softly in his. His anger only flared more, thinking about how she thought she could replace you.

"Fine! I said it! But was I wrong? She is bigger than before" Sharon weakly defended herself, trembling when Bucky flinched, his self restraint growing thinner. Your eyes grew steamy, squeaking when Bucky moved to wrap his arm around your tummy, slipping it under your shirt.

"Cause she's pregnant. With my baby. I'm her babydaddy. I got her pregnant. You wanna know how? I fucked her. So hard. I didn't just fuck her, I made love to her cause she's my girl. Do you have any idea how attracted I am to her? How much cum there was? I didn't pull out once. She's so tight around my cock, its hard not to fill her up. Just kept going until my dick started to hurt and even then, I didn't wanna pull out"

Sam smirked at Bucky's utterly unhinged, x-rated rambling while Steve buried his red face in his hands. Tony cackled from the side while Nat patiently waited to get a chance to lay her hands on Sharon on Bucky's behalf.

"I-I get it, enough-

"You're delusional if you think I'd ever leave her for you. This is the love of my life. She's giving me a baby. She's beautiful. I chose this woman because she's special, she's this one I want to have a family with. You know what, you better get used to it cause I'm gonna get her pregnant again and again and it won't be hard considering how badly I constantly want her. In fact, we fucked just now, tell your little friend that"

"Oh my god" Sharon huffed, harshly wiping her tear streaked face, ready to throw up from embarrassment. She choked a sob, running out without looking back, Bucky's words tearing her apart. Everyone ignored her presence, immediately piling onto you with hugs, kisses and congratulations instead.

"Congratulations, babydaddy" Sam grinned, playfully nudging Bucky's shoulder making him blush, his arms still wrapped around your tummy. "And to you, little mama"

"I call god father" Steve announced, kissing your cheek before pulling Bucky into a tight hug, happy for his best friend and you.

Nat cracked a few knuckles, giving you a quick peck on the head, promising to celebrate later before following Sharon out, ready to hand her ass to her. The little trainee would be next.

"So what you're both saying is there's gonna be another super soldier running around here?" Tony's eyes lit up with excitement and a dash of fear when he remembered the baby would also be surrounded by idiots like Sam and Steve. He'd have to reinforce everything.

Immediately.

Smuttay Smuttay. Imagine Bucky finding you to be the most infuriating person he's ever met in his entire life. He used to strongly believe you should never hit a woman. Being a man from the 40's, he believed that with his entire heart and soul because he was one of the few who hated the way some women were treated by their husbands.

That was until he met you.

God, he was ready to beat your ass.

"Didn't you say you'd never hit a woman" Sam snorted while Bucky's jaw ticked, having complained about you for half an hour straight while you went off the plan completely, taking the mission into your own hands.

"That's not a woman, that's the devil spawn" Bucky said incredulously, watching you make your way to the target with a flirty smirk on your face "How and why is she like this"

"Shut up" you hissed through the coms, your hips swaying as you walked away. "

You pissed him off and you made his cock hard.

You ran your mouth to no end and you made him leak.

You had such an attitude and he'd masturbated d to you more times than he could count.

He hated you.

He hated you so much.

"You're gonna screw this mission up if you keep acting like a desperate whore" Bucky growled as you slinked onto the targets lap, effortlessly pocketing the pen drive from his blazer while skimming your hands all over him. The man was none the wiser, groping your ass, the action making Bucky's blood pressure boil.

You whispered something in his ear before hopping off, throwing a wink over your shoulder before disappearing through the exit of the bar and into the getaway car, signaling to Sam and Bucky that you were successful.

He doesn't breathe a word to you until you were all a the safehouse, glaring at you the entire time while pouring himself a drink.

"Try not to kill each other, I'm going to bed" Sam threw his hands up in defeat, seeing as the both of you would never reach a truce. You shrugged, rolling your eyes at the soldier, making your way to your room instead. Bucky down the dark liquid that burned his throat before following you, his brooding figure brushing your back as you entered your room.

"There a problem Barnes?" You sassed, gasping when he gripped your hair and yanked you back, shoving you against the wall. His metal arm wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make your breaths lighter, his pupils dilated to 100.

"You have a real problem, you know that?" He growled lowly making your stomach flip, your pulse racing a the scent of his cologne when he stood so close to you.

"Yeah? And whats that" your attitude faltered as he pressed his chest against yours, his warm breath fanning on your face.

"You. Never. Listen. It's infuriating. So tell me. What should I do" It took everything in him not to push you down onto your knees, forcing your into submission for once. "You're a brat" He hissed, eyes growing wide when he could smell your arousal which you tried to hide, your thighs squeezing together giving you away.

"Fuck this" Bucky tossed you onto the bed, pulling out the switch blade he had in his pocket. Your dress was sliced off before you could blink, your lingerie torn off next.

"Bucky, what-

Before you could say anything else, he gripped your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, making you pout with a needy whimper. He gave you a satisfied smirk, running the handle of the knife through your folds, gathering your slick before licking it clean off with a groan.

"M'gonna fuck you and you're gonna take it, then you're gonna thank your Sargent for fucking the brat out of you, understand?"

You nodded, yelping when he smacked your cheek, shaking his head.

"Use your words, kitten"

"Yes, Sargent" You whispered, your heart hammering out of your chest as he started to undress himself, his belt buckle hitting the floor. A new wave of arousal pooled between your legs as he stood naked before you, his cock standing tall and proud. He cocked an eye brow at the way you stared at him, practically drooling as he pumped his length a few times.

He crawled onto the bed, shoving your legs apart, flicking his cock through your folds and slamming into you without warning, making you take all of him at once.

You cried out in pleasure, your arms and legs wrapping around him to ground yourself some how, your cunt fluttering and struggling to accommodate for his girth.

"Buck-Sargent-too-s'too thick" You moaned as he drew his hips back and started to pound into you, snarling with pleasure at the feelings of your nails raking down his back. "SARGENT PLEASE"

"Thats right, beg your Sargent to stop baby, cry when I ruin you with my fat cock" He sat back on his heels, throwing your legs over his shoulders to get even deeper angle, your eyes rolling back until they nearly crossed. "Lookit you going all dumb on my cock baby, such a needy little pussy"

You didn't get a chance to respond, squeaking when he manhandled you till your face was pushed against the mattress with your ass in the air. He spanked your ass raw, shoving his cock back in, setting in a brutal pace.

"Always acting so sassy, making my dick so hard with those stupid skimpy outfits of yours. You're a little slut but you're my slut, understand kitten?"

"Y-Yes-yes-yes-so-good don'on god don't stop" You slurred out, as he rammed into your pussy, the headboard denting the wall with each thrust, slamming your hips back against him.

"That's it. Fucking take it, Nast little slut, sitting in any mans lap, now look at you, huh. Look whose cock you're crying over lil mama, tell me whose cock your all soaked for"

"Yours sargent! all for-you" You panted while his sinful fingers moved to rub your clit, his pace growing sloppy, blinding pleasure starting to consume you both.

"OH FUCKKK I'm gonna cum!!" You cried out, wailing into the sheets, the vulgar sounds of skin on skin carrying through the room. Bucky moaned, fucking you harder, his head thrown back feeling your pussy suck him in deeper.

"Cum, cum on my dick, c'mon baby, give it to me, thats it lil mama, milk my cock-shit-i'm cumming!" Bucky let out a guttural moan feeling you squeeze and pulse around his cock, stilling his hips as he throbbed ropes of his spend into you. You both collapsed onto the bed, blindly reaching for each other with out saying another word, letting soft kisses and cuddles throughout the night do the rest of the talking.

-

"Morning Sam-

"You both owe me money for therapy"

"Sam-

"You shut up before I pawn a piece of that arm"

"Sam-

"You went at it like rabbits"

"Sam-

"I think the bed almost broke into my room"

"Sam-

"I'm never calling you Sargent again, you've tainted the word for me"

"Sam-

"My ears have never been so violated"

Bucky smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you together. You giggled while Sam gagged in the background again (he 100% approves of you two together but he'll never tell Bucky that).

"Nasty fucks"

A Winter's Embrace

The first flakes of winter had begun to fall, gently dusting the bustling streets of Brooklyn. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine and frost filled the atmosphere. Amid the holiday buzz, the small café on the corner of Winter Street and Marvel Avenue remained a cozy sanctuary. Inside, a fire crackled warmly in the hearth, and the scent of cinnamon and cocoa wafted through the air.

You had always loved winter, with its promise of warmth and togetherness. Your favorite spot in the café was by the window, where you could watch the snowflakes dance against the glass. Today, though, your anticipation was different. You were waiting for Bucky.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, the man who had seen more winters than he cared to remember, yet who brought a warmth to your life that rivaled any hearth. It had been a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and a shared understanding of life's complexities. Bucky, with his haunted blue eyes and endearing smile, had become your world, and you his anchor in a sea of memories and uncertainties.

The doorbell tinkled, and you looked up from your book, heart skipping a beat as you saw him. Bucky walked in, shaking the snow from his dark hair, his cheeks flushed from the cold. His eyes met yours, and a smile spread across his face, chasing away any lingering shadows.

"Hey, doll," he greeted, his voice like velvet as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Hi, Bucky," you replied, your smile mirroring his. "How was your day?"

He shrugged off his heavy coat, revealing the well-worn leather jacket you loved. "Better now that I'm here with you."

You blushed, feeling the warmth of his words. Bucky reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet you could feel the strength in his grip, a reminder of the soldier he once was—and still was, in many ways.

"I ordered your favorite," you said, nodding towards the steaming mugs of hot chocolate that sat before you, each topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Bucky chuckled, a sound that always sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "You know me too well."

As you sipped your drinks, you fell into easy conversation. Bucky told you stories from his past, his voice weaving tales of camaraderie and adventure, of lost friends and hard-won battles. You listened intently, your hand never leaving his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes when he spoke of those times, a glimpse of the pain he carried, but also a quiet strength that never ceased to amaze you.

After a while, the conversation turned to lighter topics. You teased him about his aversion to modern technology, and he playfully retorted by mocking your inability to navigate the city without Google Maps. The banter was familiar, comforting, a reminder of the bond you shared.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, creating a magical winter wonderland. As the café began to fill with evening patrons, you and Bucky decided to take a walk. Bundled up in your coats and scarves, you stepped out into the winter night, hand in hand.

The streets were quieter now, the snow muffling the usual city sounds. You walked in companionable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Bucky's gloved hand was warm in yours, and you felt a sense of contentment that words could not capture.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked softly, breaking the silence.

Bucky glanced at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Sometimes. It's hard to look too far ahead, but when I do… I see you."

Your heart swelled at his words. "I see you too, Bucky. Wherever the future takes us, I want to be with you."

He stopped walking, turning to face you. The falling snow framed his face like a scene from a fairy tale. "You mean the world to me, you know that?" His voice was earnest, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "And you mean everything to me, Bucky."

He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your own bubble of warmth and love.

For a moment, you stood like that, holding each other as the snow continued to fall. It was a moment of perfect peace, a memory you would cherish forever.

Eventually, Bucky pulled back slightly, his hand cupping your cheek. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's go home," he murmured.

Hand in hand, you made your way back to your shared apartment. The space was small but cozy, filled with the little touches that made it home—pictures of your adventures together, mismatched mugs, and a blanket you had knitted last winter. Bucky started a fire in the fireplace while you changed into something more comfortable.

As the fire crackled to life, you joined Bucky on the couch. He wrapped an arm around you, and you snuggled into his side, feeling the warmth of the flames and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

"Remember our first winter together?" you asked, a smile playing on your lips.

Bucky chuckled. "How could I forget? You insisted on building a snowman in the park, even though it was freezing."

"And you insisted on making sure it had the perfect carrot nose," you added, laughing at the memory.

Bucky's laughter joined yours, the sound filling the room with joy. "We made quite the team."

"We still do," you said, looking up at him.

He met your gaze, his eyes soft with affection. "Yes, we do."

As the night wore on, you talked about your plans for the future—trips you wanted to take, dreams you hoped to achieve. There was an unspoken understanding that whatever the future held, you would face it together. With each word and shared dream, you felt the bond between you growing stronger.

The fire began to die down, casting a gentle glow over the room. You yawned, the events of the day catching up with you. Bucky noticed and smiled, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

"Time for bed, doll," he said softly.

You nodded, reluctantly pulling yourself away from the warmth of his embrace. Together, you made your way to the bedroom, the familiar comfort of your shared space welcoming you. Bucky pulled back the covers, and you slid in, the sheets cool against your skin. He joined you, and you immediately curled up against him, seeking his warmth.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you whispered, your eyes already drifting closed.

"Goodnight, love," he replied, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As you lay there, the world outside your window continued its winter dance, the snow falling silently. In Bucky's arms, you felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved. You knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

The future was a tapestry yet to be woven, but tonight, in the quiet embrace of a winter's night, you had everything you needed. Bucky's steady heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, and in your dreams, you saw a lifetime of winters and summers, of laughter and tears, of shared moments and endless love.

And so, with the promise of tomorrow and the warmth of Bucky's embrace, you slept, content and hopeful, ready to embrace the adventures that awaited you both.

Unexpected Love

The first hints of summer were in the air as Bucky Barnes made his way down the bustling streets of Brooklyn. He still marveled at how much the city had changed, and yet how much it remained the same. Today, he was on his way to a quaint little coffee shop that he had discovered a few weeks ago. It had quickly become his favorite spot to unwind and think.

As he stepped inside, the familiar aroma of fresh coffee and pastries enveloped him. The barista greeted him with a warm smile, and he returned it, nodding in acknowledgment. He made his way to his usual corner table, tucked away from the main hustle and bustle. It was his little sanctuary.

Bucky had just settled down with his coffee when the door opened, and a burst of energy entered the room. She was hard to miss. With her bright pink dress, sky-high heels, and a sparkling handbag, she looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. She radiated confidence and vivacity.

She approached the counter, and Bucky couldn't help but overhear her cheerful conversation with the barista. Her voice was bubbly, filled with excitement about the most mundane things. It was contagious. He found himself smiling despite himself.

"Hi! Can I get a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon? Oh, and one of those cute little cupcakes, please!" she said, her eyes sparkling with delight.

The barista chuckled. "Coming right up."

She took her order and scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. The café was unusually crowded, and most of the tables were occupied. Her eyes landed on the empty seat across from Bucky, and she beamed, making her way over.

"Hi there! Mind if I join you? It's pretty packed in here," she said, her voice as sweet as her order.

Bucky was taken aback but nodded. "Sure, go ahead."

"Thank you!" she chirped, sliding into the seat. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Bucky," he replied, offering a polite smile.

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes lighting up. "Mmm, this is delicious! So, Bucky, do you come here often?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's a nice place to think."

"I can see that," she said, glancing around. "It's super cozy. I just moved to the neighborhood, so I'm still exploring all the cool spots."

"Welcome to Brooklyn," Bucky said, genuinely. "What brought you here?"

"Oh, just needed a change of scenery," she said with a shrug. "I love meeting new people and trying new things."

As they talked, Bucky found himself drawn to her infectious enthusiasm. She had a way of making even the simplest things seem exciting. They chatted about everything and nothing—favorite movies, embarrassing moments, dreams for the future. Despite her bubbly exterior, Bucky realized there was more to her than met the eye. She was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly insightful.

Days turned into weeks, and Bucky and Y/N's coffee shop encounters became a regular thing. He found himself looking forward to their conversations, her laughter, and the way she saw the world with such optimism. She was like a ray of sunshine, brightening his days in ways he hadn't thought possible.

One afternoon, as they sat together, Y/N noticed Bucky seemed a bit more reserved than usual. She reached out, placing a hand on his.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" she asked softly.

Bucky sighed, looking into her concerned eyes. "Just... memories. Sometimes they get the better of me."

She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "I get that. Everyone has things they're dealing with. But you don't have to go through it alone, you know?"

He smiled, appreciating her words. "Thanks, Y/N. You have a way of making things seem... lighter."

"That's what friends are for," she said, smiling back. "And besides, you're pretty great company yourself."

Their bond grew deeper with each passing day. Bucky found solace in her presence, a refuge from the shadows of his past. Y/N, in turn, found a confidant in Bucky, someone who saw beyond her bubbly exterior and appreciated her for who she truly was.

One evening, as they walked through the park, Bucky stopped, taking her hand in his. The setting sun cast a golden glow over them, and the moment felt perfect.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something," he began, his voice steady.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Bucky?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "You've brought so much light into my life. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way again, but you... you make me believe in a future worth fighting for."

Her eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Bucky, I... I feel the same way. You've made my life so much richer, so much more meaningful."

He smiled, pulling her into his arms. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you, Y/N."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she smiled back at him. "I love you too, Bucky."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away. In that moment, they knew they had found something truly special—an unexpected love that had blossomed in the most unlikely of places.

With Y/N by his side, Bucky felt ready to face whatever the future held. Together, they would navigate the challenges and cherish the joys, knowing that their love was a beacon of hope in a world that could often seem dark. And as the first stars appeared in the evening sky, they walked hand in hand, ready to embrace their new beginning.

I've always had this acting AU idea where you and Bucky are co-stars in a movie/tv show and your characters are enemies. It makes people feral because you're both so crazy attractive but you just hate each other so much on screen and your story lines have you at each others throats.

Now the part I love with this idea is the press actually thinking you don't get along with him whatsoever and thinking there's drama between the cast because you're never around with them. Whenever they hang out together, literally everyone by you is there. There are so many rumors about how Bucky can't stand working with you and how the cast leaves you out. Natasha even had a thanksgiving dinner recently and the Instagram photo she posted has literally everyone present but you.

Things heat up even more when you barely update your own socials after filming wrapped up. You basically disappeared and it confirms everyone's suspicions. The only time you post here and there is when you're at home alone, doing your own thing. You're never present in any of the interviews. No one ever comments even when they're directly asked about you. There has to be drama.

It's been over a year of near radio silence and people anticipating for the release of this movie.

I love the idea of the movie premier day being full of anticipation and people buzzing over if Bucky would bring a date, if you'd even show up, wondering how you'd interact with everyone else. No one's even seen you but you're one of the main characters so you have to show-

A large black SUV rolls up.

Then Bucky steps out.

Everyone screams. He looks stunning in his all black suit, with his scruffy beard and chestnut locks. Instead of making his way down the red carpet, he stays in place waiting for someone to join him.

Confused murmurs start among the screaming.

And then.

He holds his hand out to help you out.

And everyone goes absolutely wild as you step out, seeing your very round baby bump and that ring on your finger. He makes a show of kissing you deeply before walking you down and of course the cast showers you in love and hugs as if you're all in your own little bubble.

They already knew all long. The secret, low key relationship with you and Bucky. You didn't want people to know because it would bring on so much speculation and scrutiny. When everyone bombards you both with what's going on, Bucky only answers one reporters question with a simple "I'm here with my wife"

Seriously, people can't handle it.

A few days after the reveal, Bucky, you and the rest of the cast including Sam, Steve, Nat and so many others post all the outings they had where you were actually present. The "thanks giving dinner" was actually your baby shower. So many pictures where they're holding your bump with "aunt" and "uncle" sashes tied around them. Pictures from the secret wedding. The honeymoon. The cutest pictures of Bucky cuddled up with you; wholesome intimate moments with you and him. Moments with getting mani pedis with Nat and Wanda.

No on can understand how this was all hidden so well. No one would have guessed.

Weeks later you have your babies and this time everyone posts pictures, all of them surrounding you in the hospital.

Seriously, this reveal breaks the internet in a way you'd never imagine.

The Solace of Winter

Bucky Barnes had always found solace in the quiet of winter. The world seemed to hold its breath, muffling the noise of his chaotic mind. The snow-covered streets of Brooklyn, now largely unrecognizable from the ones he once knew, still brought a semblance of peace. The old brownstone he lived in was a far cry from the lavish apartments of Stark Tower, but it felt more like home than anywhere else.

It was a crisp evening, the first heavy snowfall of the season draping the city in a blanket of white. Bucky had just finished his morning run, his breath visible in the cold air, when he saw her for the first time. She was standing outside the small, local bakery, fumbling with an oversized scarf. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, her eyes bright with laughter as she struggled to balance a large bag of pastries and a coffee cup.

"Need a hand?" Bucky found himself asking before he could think better of it.

She looked up, startled, and he was struck by the warmth in her gaze. "Oh, thank you! Yes, please," she replied, her smile genuine and kind.

"I'm Bucky," he said, taking the bag from her.

"Y/N," she introduced herself. "I run the bookstore down the street. Figured I'd treat myself to some fresh pastries before opening up."

"Bookstore?" Bucky's interest was piqued. "I didn't know there was one nearby."

"Yep, it's just around the corner. You should stop by sometime. We have a great selection, and I can always use another pair of hands to help me with deliveries."

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Over the next few weeks, Bucky found himself stopping by Y/N's bookstore more and more often. The quaint shop was a haven of warmth and quiet, filled with the comforting scent of old books and the faint hint of vanilla from the candles she kept lit. They talked about everything and nothing, finding a surprising ease in each other’s company.

One particularly snowy evening, Y/N closed the shop early due to the weather. She invited Bucky over for dinner, promising homemade chili and freshly baked bread.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to impose," Bucky hesitated, though the idea of spending more time with her was undeniably appealing.

"Absolutely sure," she insisted, her eyes twinkling. "I’ve made way too much chili for just myself. Besides, it’s nice to have company."

Her apartment was cozy and inviting, filled with books and soft lighting. They ate at her small kitchen table, sharing stories and laughter. Bucky found himself opening up in ways he hadn’t in years, the walls he’d built around his heart slowly crumbling under her gentle presence.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N walked him to the door. "Thank you for tonight, Bucky. It was… really nice."

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, lingering in the doorway. "We should do it again sometime."

She smiled. "I’d like that."

Winter melted into spring, and their friendship blossomed into something deeper. Bucky found himself falling for her kindness, her strength, her unwavering support. Y/N saw through the broken soldier to the man underneath, never once flinching from the shadows of his past.

One quiet evening, as they sat on her couch reading, Bucky took her hand in his. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft and tentative, "I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but… thank you. For everything."

She squeezed his hand, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that chased away the last of his doubts. "You don’t have to deserve me, Bucky. We deserve each other."

And as he kissed her, slow and tender, Bucky finally understood what it meant to find solace—not in the quiet of winter, but in the love of a kindred spirit.

Dancing with Ghosts: A Bucky Barnes x Latina Reader Story

The city lights of New York twinkle outside the window of a cozy apartment in Brooklyn. It’s a quiet night, the kind where memories and whispers intermingle with the cool breeze. Bucky Barnes sits on the edge of a weathered couch, his metal arm glinting under the soft glow of a lamp. Next to him, you, a vibrant Latina woman with eyes that sparkle like the stars, lean against his shoulder.

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Recollections and Revelations

Bucky’s voice is a low murmur, filled with stories of a time long past, of battles fought and friends lost. You listen, your heart aching for the man who carries the weight of a century’s worth of ghosts. But there's something about your presence that lightens his burden—a warmth, a spark that he's been missing for so long.

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Dancing in the Kitchen

“Te gusta bailar?” you ask, a playful smile curling your lips. The words are like music, a gentle reminder of the culture that pulses in your veins. Bucky’s blue eyes meet yours, a mix of curiosity and affection in their depths.

You take his hand and lead him to the small kitchen. The radio crackles to life, filling the space with the rhythmic beats of salsa. You sway your hips, moving with a grace that leaves Bucky mesmerized. Tentatively, he joins you, his movements stiff at first but gradually relaxing as you guide him.

Laughter bubbles between you two, filling the room with a joy that feels almost foreign to him. The scars, both seen and unseen, seem to fade away with each step you take together.

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Cultures Collide

Bucky watches in awe as you cook, the scents of cumin, garlic, and peppers filling the air. Your abuela’s recipes, passed down through generations, bring a piece of your home into his. He tries to help, chopping vegetables awkwardly but earnestly, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Así,” you say, showing him the proper way to dice an onion. His clumsy attempts are endearing, and you feel your heart swell with affection.

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Finding Solace

Nights like these become a haven for both of you—a place where past traumas are soothed by the simple acts of dancing, cooking, and being together. Bucky finds solace in your embrace, in the way your cultures blend into something uniquely yours.

You teach him Spanish, the soft roll of your accent like a balm to his weary soul. He stumbles over the words, but you’re patient, your laughter always ready to cheer him on.

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A New Chapter

With you, Bucky learns to live again, to find joy in the small moments that make life beautiful. You are his anchor, his light in the darkness, and together, you write a new chapter—one filled with love, resilience, and the promise of a future where neither of you have to dance with ghosts alone.

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As the night deepens, you both sit on the fire escape, wrapped in a blanket. Bucky’s arm is around you, holding you close. The city below hums with life, and for the first time in a long time, Bucky feels at peace.

“Gracias,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“For what?” you ask, your voice soft.

“For showing me how to live again.”

And as you look into his eyes, you know that this—this moment, this love—is worth everything.

I mean, maybe I walked around the house a little bit with like, a plastic knife in my left hand all the time. There might’ve been some of that…

Lol credit to whoever made this

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Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 4:

I agreed with Tony when he offered so kindly for me to stay. I roam the room for the whole day because he says I should get better before doing any work. But he promised to get as much information on the case as possible. Now it was the next day. Nat got some clothes brought to the tower and thank god for that. “ Tony what do we have?” I received a message from tony saying he wanted me to meet him this morning in the conference room

“Goodmorning to you too, am doing good thanks”

“Goodmorning Stark. Glad you’re doing well. Can we get on with the man's murder?” I sat down next to him. He places a folder infront of me. “So the man in the picture was his uncle?”

“Yes. The marking doesn’t go back any further than that. The uncle was questioned but nothing. He only told the detective it was a family tattoo” Bullshit. It has to do more than that. If not than the muder is trying to set up false leads and if that's the case than we are back to square one.

“No. It can’t be nothing. The two other men found with him were not family related. They as far as we know were friends. No job relation so either they messed with the wrong crowd or all three won the lottery for a straight ride to death.” That sounds like bad buiness. “I guess we are going to have to question him”

“We are going to be on the radar. Then we both will be kicked out the case” Tony sips his drink and I smirk towards him.

“Say we see him in a public setting and just start talking” I shrug. “And if they say anything about us bring up the case than I have a good lawyer you can call”

“Sure has gotten me out of the worst” He moves to stand taking the envelope in his arms. “But you are not going. Not leaving this tower until they catch this guy or people” I don’t say anything but that caught his attention. “Why is that smirk still plastered in your face?”

“Well Mr. Stark.” I stand place a hand on his shoulder “You know eitheir way I wasn’t going to follow your instructions but turns out this time it is not for my benefit.” its true. When someone forbids me to do something It just makes me want to do it more and I will find a way. “Steve has a ticket he needs resolved and for that I need to show up in court”

“You can always give them a call?”

“And that's how you think I got in good standing with the judge? Tony you should know better than anyone that the way to people is facing them face to face” I walk out going to find steve.

“Just know that I am letting you go! Not you! And take Bucky with you!” I roll my eyes as I continue walking. I have to find Steve so we can get this meeting over with. Yesterday I tried to take care of it over the phone but these people in the court just don’t like being nice. I know it's the kind of job they are in and it's not their fault. People can be a pain and the pressure they place on them is big but damn, can’t they just get a message through?

“Lets go Steven, we got that appointment at 10”

“I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer, good enough to not have your client go to court” I am just going to ignor his words. Ignore, ignore. The soon we get back the sooner Bucky will be plastered outside whatever room I am in. I take the passenger seat all the way down to the court house. I could feel the stare in the back of my head and the thick tension was felt too.

“Don’t speak a word, we will be out in 3 minutes tops” We walk in and walk straight into our appointment. “Goodmorning Judge”

“Hey!” when she looks at me her eyes recognize me. “I didn’t see you on the defence paper”

“It was short notice, this guy over here wasn't even in my roster.”

“I see Tony got you a lot of clients” We laugh before she continues “So let's get started so running a light”

“Yes. Even america’s captain makes mistakes”

“Sure do. Everyone does. And you must know that just because he has saved us from many attacks, he still broke a law”

“Totally understand your honor” I notice Steve about to lift his hand when I slap it away.

“But knowing you are now in charge of this guy, I know you will take care of it” She hands the folder over to the officer beside him “How are the boys?”

“Still living it day by day. I tell you I thought working for them would be easier but thank god Karen is there to keep me sane most of the week”

“I understand” she points her head at the officer beside her laughing. “Well you go and take care of this troublemaker” With that we are sent out. Check the time, 3 minutes.

“Where is Bucky?” I look behind us and he is not following us. So much for a guard dog. We look around until we see him out the glass door in a cop car. Fuck. Now to save this other soilder. “Can you get him out in 3 minutes?” I wanted to tell him we could always go home. But I am more excited to see his face when I solve his problem.

“I can figure it out in 1” We head out. “Why would he get arrested? Who is he really Steve?”

“Quick story, we were stationed together in the 40s. Right when I became Captain America. His group was captured. Red Skull, and we rescued them. Later we were at war again on a train and he fell. We thought he was dead until recently. We got a word about someone with the alias, The Winter Soilder. He was an assassin, brainwashed to Hydra's favors. He was doing that for the longest and I had no Idea of it. There was a whole controversy with Stark but now he is all better. He went to Wakanda and the programming on his head was gone” In the use of words I know he was holding things back. Maybe to protect Bucky or because I know him being his bestfriend and not being able to help him while he was suffering for so long did affect him too.

“So is he in god standing with Tony?” I am not good in situations like these. I can’t speak on what has happened because it has nothing to do with me. While it comes to Steve feeling guilty well, It sometimes best to let people heal.

“For the most part. He accepted him as part of the team so we call that a start” I laugh a little. We finally got to the station. “Goodmorning. We are here for James Barnes” The front lady awkwardly typed in her computer. I watch the interaction between her and Steve. She was nervous. The golden boy himself was standing infront of her.

“Yes. He was taken in just a couple minutes ago. I'm sorry but I can’t give you any deta-” I cut her off by setting my card infront of her.

“I am his lawyer.” Simple and short. I need to get out of here. I hate police stations, and hospitals, also resturants but that is besides the point.

“Of course. Give me one second” She walks back through a door. Well hell. My plan to make it a minute was failing. I look around trying to figure out who is involved. Bingo.

“Where are you going?” Steve says grabbing ahold or my wrist

“My one minute starts now” I say. I head myself down towards the sheriff. As I began talking I was texting back and forth in our group chat. Which included Karen, Foggy, and Matt. I figured out Bucky was in jail because he had violated his court ordered therapy session. I settled it and walked out with the Sherriff.

“I know If I ever need a fast lawyer I will contact you” I laugh as he sways my card around.

“I always do my best and thank you for being so kind” I shake his hand seeing as Bucky and Steve are waiting for me. “Is that a good enough lawyer for you?” I smirk at Bucky who would rather stab himself than look me in the eyes right now. “Let's get back to the tower. I need to talk to Tony” but of course nothing can be too simple.

“Mr. Barnes?” We all turn to take in the lady standing infront of us. “Session, Now” Bucky’s head turns towards me with a bigger smirk.

“I just got you out of Jail not mandatory therapy” I shrug. He huffs following the therapist. Steve and I sit outside waiting for him to be done.

“You got his order cleared didn’t you?” I nod. He didn’t have to go anymore to the therapy sessions but when he looked at me, I just had to do it. Well unless he decides to continue them, for his good I hope he does. I can’t even imagine how it was to suddenly live in a totally different place. He was in and out of the ice only to kill and now free of all that the only one he has is Steve. He didn’t get to see his family one last time.While we sit I make a few phone calls. Tony finished with the interview and was getting a couple of things together for when we arrived at the tower. I advised Matty and the team to hang back and not try to be more involved than they already were. I don’t need anything to happen to them just because I decided to continue on with the case. “Do you ever think one day in the future you would have a normal life?” What kind of question is that?

“Why? Is Captin America thinking of the white picken fence life?” He shruggs looking at his hands. “Deep down I know I want a family. Maybe 4 kids. 2 dogs. Big house that's big enough for us but with a lot of land. Maybe a couple of fruits growing everywhere.”

“But?”

“It's a future that is uncertain. I don’t like uncertainty, so I’d rather play it day by day” I keep hoping that one day I will find someone who stands me up enough, and live until our last breath. But I don’t know what will happen, so it's better not to speak and let things find its course.

“I hope you decide to come on your own, next time” Steve and I jump up hearing the door open from the therapist office. She pats Bucky’s back and he walks past me to stand next to Steve. “Can I speak to you?” I can feel their stares through my back as I just shake my head and follow her inside her office. “You haven’t been to see me in almost 2 weeks” She takes her seat on her chair pulling out her notepad.

“The past couple weeks have been busy. I tried my best but those two weeks were very difficult to take time for myself” Lie. I know I could make some time for atleast a 30 minute session but I didn’t want to stop by.

“Well now that you're here just answer me one question” Her pen clips and the point attaches to the paper ready to start writing. Fuck. “Since the last time we spoke we agreed you were going to contact your family, did you” There it was. The fucking question of the year for me.

“No. I still need time. I have a hard fight against myself but you know I will do it eventually. Soon”

“Let's not diagnose ourselves. You are very smart but sometimes coming up with our own explanation on why we do things will push us back from our actions.”

“Yes. Of course” I smile standing up. “It was nice to see you and I will certainly take your advice. '' With that I open the door and continue walking to freedom. I hate being talked to or criticted like I'm some child, atleast that's how I feel when I am in that room.

“I hope to see you soon too” I look down, walking past the boys out the entrance. We get into the car and drive off. The whole ride I spent looking outside the window. I wasn’t embarrassed about them knowing that I talked to a therapist, I just don’t like answering questions about my life that can be kept without saying.

“Y/N, Tony is waiting for you upstairs” I see Pepper holding on to her tablet like always. “Tony Spoke to the guy and of course denied everything but finally we were able to get something out of him. A couple years ago the guys nephew and the two other guys were suspect of a murder”

“Whose murder?”

A/N: I never saw myself fan-girling over anybody until Sebastian Stan came into my life. LIKE LOOK AT HIM.

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Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 6:

“I wonder if he wants kids” I have been listening to this for the past hour since we got her. Lydia was like her little doll. Wanda was changing her into different outfits she has knitted in her free time while I just lay in my bed trying to rest my eyes.

“You could always try it out with him”

“I bet he would be a good dad” there it is again. She is used to my sarcasm so she now just ignores my remarks without flinching. She knows I don’t mind, like I know she won’t stop until all her thoughts are said outloud. “With his background he would be the overprotective father who only loves his family. A family man” She is a little right. I think Bucky would be a good dad. He would struggle with things but I only hope that with the love of whoever he finds he will get through it to live a life he deserves.

“How many kids do you want?” That's when my phone begins to ring. I whisper a thank you to Tony.

“We are coming up. Get to the conference room” not another word was said as the phone died on the other end.

“Tony is back. Would you mind taking care of her for a while?”

“No, of course not go” I jumped off the bed making sure Lydia was alright before leaving to the conference room. When I walk in I see pictures already on the big screen. The doctor connected to another man connected to another man and a big warehouse.

“So apparently Doctor Monday was getting blackmailed. Of couse we are not going to rule him out because he might just be pointing fingers. This man is Justice Kidd.” He was a young brunette with dark eyes. “He was the Romeo in his story. Committed sucide after finding out his juliette had died.” Jessica. “His father is the one who has been blackmailing Monday. He also said he would begin to threaten his life if he didn’t continue paying.”

“So you offered him protection and he just began to talk?”

“I didn’t even have to offer him anything. He said he had lost everything and agreed to cooperate with us. Police put him under their protection.”

“ I did some research and that is where they tend to hang out” Nat points at the warehouse. “We will go in and capture the guy and have him confess. See how everything is linked”

“Okay. So when do we start?”

“Y/n, no offense but we don’t want you to come. It's for your protection” Bullshit. Before I could complain Wanda walks in with Lydia.

“They're right. If Kidd knows we know then he will do anything to put an end to this. I bet he had more under his sleeve than a bomb.”

“Wanda is right. You need to stay here and keep you and the baby safe” This is a sight I never thought would happen. Tony playing with a baby. Talking in a baby voice not even towards her but to us. “We will go in there and make sure he talks. Nat. Wanda. Steve and I will go”

“Who is going to stay behind with them?” Steve butts in.

“Well Bruce will be in his lab if anything happens and flash here also” Pietro raises his hand like if we were taking roll call. “But they will be back up because our other super soldier will be just fine.” I didn’t think he believed his own words either. “Oh and Vis” I chuckle at his words seeing Vision pass through the wall.

“Okay. I'll be in the command room if anything happens” Tony nods. I grab Lydia from Wanda. I wonder why Matt or any of the group haven’t contacted me. I open my door only to see Bucky standing on a ladder in the corner of my door. “Now it's a prison. I have a guard outside my door and now a camera” He looks down at me with that stupid grin. If I push one leg of the stairs enough, he wouldn’t get a serious injury right?

“It's attached to a sensor too. I can tell who comes in and out of your room” Thats a psycho move.

“When you’re finished can you bring up some popcorn, milk and those banana treats Sam likes” I open the door passing by him carefully.

“I'm pretty sure after almost 100 years, babies can’t eat popcorn this young” I roll my eyes at him. By this rate my eyes might actually get stuck.

“The popcorn is for me. Thanks” I smile before another door slams on his face. I place Lydia on the carpet while I pick out a movie. I am the worst at picking something. It doesn’t matter if it is a movie, song, color, or basically anything else. I could spend 2 hours trying to decide. “Lydia, what movies would you like?” I grab her, placing her on the bed while scrolling through the options. I have seen all of them. Tangle. Tiana. Snow white. Belle. Wall-E. I like music. Something with a storyline that makes me change my perspective. Maybe one where talking animals don’t exist. Or.

“I brought your popcorn” I can hear the irritation in his voice but I didn’t care. “I only put a little butter because I didn’t know how you liked it” Damn. I grab the popcorn, setting it on the side table where he placed the milk too. I start preparing Lydias bottle. “You have been in here for over 30 minutes and still haven’t picked out a movie?”

“I don’t think it's none of your business but we have a hard time choosing. It has to be a perfect one”

“Don’t blame this on the babe. She is fast asleep” I turn to look at him and see he is right. I didn’t notice she fell asleep in the course of me trying to find a movie. Then my attention falls on Bucky. He moves her so she can be comfortably laying down without the pillow but when he moves his hand from patting her she starts crying. “What do I do?” I almost burst out laughing.

“Keep on patting her tummy. Here” I handed him her bottle which he took. “Carefully place it so she can eat” His eyes were like a deer in the headlights. I groaned. Shit. I climbed into the bed beside Lydia and grabbed Bucky’s hand that was holding the bottle and smoothly placed it so she could eat. “There you go” I grab the remote and try to look for a movie again.

“Can you grab her bottle a bit?, If I am going to do this I want to be comfortable” I look over nodding, replacing my hand with his. The bed moves a little and as I think he is going to take the bottle again he takes the remote. “Before you say anything, I will not be staying here while you flip through movies. I will pick the movie” I roll my eyes once again focusing on the tv. “Heard this was a good one” i hear a well known song as the intro begins and I know what it is. Sound of music. We didn’t speak as the movie continued. My mind was going in and out between the movie and the mission. I finally decided to make my way down to the commands I heard a quiet snore. Bucky fell asleep next to the baby. That means I can go and check on the team without having to wake up Lydia. But first I move over to the nightstand beside Bucky. I grab his phone and turn it off. I can’t have whatever alarm goes off with that sensor.

“Tony what's going on?” It's been almost 2 hours since they started the mission and I haven’t gotten an update yet.

“It took us longer than expected. We underestimated his protection.” I interfere with the computer so I was able to see each of them through the cameras.

“Tony, you need to get them out of there now!” I was seeing the infrared map of the building and multiple factors were moving straight to them and trust me when I say, they aren’t human.

“We can take them, we are so close” I could hear the rackes on the other side. He is a stubborn man.

“Tony if there is a percentage of how close you have gotten you know what it would be right now?”

“Don’t say it!”

“17%. Get them out now!” Who would know this underground bunker would be a maze. There is more to this guy than him being a simple criminal.

“On it” then it goes radio silent. The cameras are broken or went out of signal. I almost wanted to throw the keyboard across the room. My anxiety doesn’t allow me to just go back to Lydia and Bucky and just wait until they get back. I pull out my phone and dail the only number I know would get me the answers I needed.

“Tony said you would call”

“Maria I need to know if he actually went back” I get into the elevator and press the roof button. The phone goes silent and my question is answered. “Send address to the pilot”

“Y/N don’t do anything stupid” I felt like this was once in a lifetime opportunity to respond with, stupid is my middle name.

“Don’t worry. This whole thing should have involved me more than just sitting around while they did everything.” I hear the ding and the helicopter is already going. When I climb in I see Vision sitting in the passenger seat. I didn’t even ask. The pilot takes off and my conversation with Maria is long finished.

“What is the plan Miss Y/L/N?” I hear Vis voice through the headphones.

“I will infiltrate the building as subtly as possible. Try to figure out where the Kidd is and take him in. While you go, find the team and help them as much as possible.” I don’t know what those things were I saw on the screen but we can’t let the work go to waste so fast. If it's taking us this much to capture one guy imagine how hard it's going to be next time we try when he knows we are coming for him. “Put some speed in this thing” the pilot nods. No matter if it was May, the air felt colder as we grew near.

“You are going to have to jump now!” Vis and I jump off. Of course she could fly so I had to use a parachute. We were atleast 5 miles away from the warehouse.

“Vis go!” Vision hesitated for a second before leaving. After getting my degree I had my mind set on working for the Fbi. I got into the program and went into training. Although I was going to go under law with them I took an intetiative to maybe learn something else while being there. I learned combat but perfected it while training with Matt. Operational and firearm trainging and perfected that with the help of Nat and Clint. I never thought of myself as an agent or someone who would fight bad guys for a living, well technically I fight criminals but that's besides the point. I just like to learn things. Like how I am fluent in two languages, Spanish and english. I want to start a third but I don’t know which one yet, but that's something to pick at a later time. I hear chaos from afar arriving next to an unsecure door. Once inside the building I hook up my transmitter, hopefully getting a signal and connecting with the others. The corridors are empty and now I can’t hear any type of noise. “Maria, can you hear me?”

“Barely. Y/N, you need to get out of there. I tried to connect with anyone but I haven’t gotten a response” A cold feeling down my spine was the last thing I needed.

“Maria. I need you to tell me where to go. I need to find myself out of this maze.” I was still walking throught the long corridor. Doors and doors for days. All around me was white and I couldn’t see the end of the hallway.

“Stop. Go back 2 doors down.” I followed her instructions and that led me to some stairs. “Go down the stairs and I only see a big opening. Be careful” I nod like if she could see me but honestly the nerves were killing me because I hadn’t done anything like this before. I was better with my words and getting people to see my way, not going into danger or fighting with my hands. Fuck.

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Description:

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 7:

I walked out a metal door when all the stairs were finished. Quietly I walk on the overhead squaring over the main floor. My back was backed up to the closest wall. I felt like if I just walk normally trying not to be seen or heard I would eventually fall on my face. Trying to clench the wall and feeling the cold concrete was what I needed to calm my heart down. I came this far, can’t turn around now. “Maybe I should take you and with that your team will leave me alone” A dark voice was heard. I look over and see a tall broad shoulder man who was talking to Nat. Fuck. Her head was restless, unable to pick up her head. Both her arms are tied with chains and hanging like arag doll.

“You killed an innocent person, you really think we will let you go that easy?” While they continued talking I walked down some stairs in the back, careful to watch if anyone else or anything else was in the room. In the back of the man who I am guessing is Kidd, there was a table. He emptied his pockets. I grab a gun hand and press it to the back of his head.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up” He turns around to face me with an evil smile on his face. I had the gun and the upper hand but he was the one who was calm. “I did my own research on you” Every step he takes I take a step back. “I know where you came from”

“Shut up” I take the gun closer to him. “You have nothing to say to me. Let her loose '' He chuckles, turning around and before I could do anything he pulled out another gun aiming it to the cieling and taking a shot. The glass crumbles down with dirt flying everywhere. I pull on the Nats lever and cover her.

“Y/N. The place is about to fall down. Take the door to your right. The yellow one! Hurry!” Maria pleas were the last thing on my mind. More dirt came down and I could hear the building crumbling over us.

“Nat?” holding onto her cheeks to make her face me. Her eyes were drifting and if I let her go her body would melt. “Shit. Nat. Wake up” Fuck. I get up, placing my arms under hers, pulling her towards the door.

“I got her” I look up and see Vision coming down. I nod. I see him carry her through the opening where everything was falling. I made sure they were gone as I ran safely past the door.

“Who has the upper hand now?” Goddamit. “ I should have done some research before targeting you. I thought you were going to be a normal person who if they are threatened they would always watch over their shoulder not involve the one and only avengers team." What kind of villain circles someone as the place is about to come down on us?

“Never did plan on it but since you literally tried to bomb me in the avengers tower, you kind of did that to yourself”

“Right now is not the time to be a smart mouth don’t you think?” He drew the gun closer to my face.

“So let me get this straight. Your boy fell for Jessica. Jessica was killed by the 3 suspects. Then your son committed sucide so you went on to kill the three suspects and Mr. Miller to cover up your tracks of revange?”

“Yes” He huffed, taking a look behind me. He lets go of the gun and starts walking away. “Now I know they won’t stop until I am captured but if you die here and I go to court for any of that, well lets just say corpses cant” He makes it to a covered door and locks it before I could stop him. Fuck. I run back to the yellow door and debris blocks the other side. What kind of ward, maze, or fucking warehouse is this?

“Y/N?” oh thank god

“Maria? How Nat?”

“Really? You are stuck underground. Mrs. Romanoff is a couple of minutes away from

the tower. Bruce is with her.”

“Thank god. Trust me I am freaking out. I don’t like being stuck in place more when its

underground.”

“You know what the good news is?” There's good news?

“My hair still look good?” I slide down the wall ready to collapse and stay there until I die

of starvation

“I can’t tell through infered but what I can tell is we have Kidd under custody and is on

the way to jail” another sigh of relief. “Are you ready to get out of there?” Before I could answer I hear a loud explosion and the hallaway I am in starts moving.

“What the hell is happening?” Please let it be an earthquake and not the ground underneath me falling.

“We cleared the ground above and now we are taking the enclosure you are in out to the surface” I could hear the container I was in hit the ground. Enclosure? What the hell am I, an animal? The sound and the smell of something burning was opposite of me. The metal rectangle opening fell, the light came through and an annoying and pissed off Tony did too.

“I should have kept you in here. Cut an opening on top and fed you like a hamster. That way you couldn’t get stupid ideas an act on them”

“Can we go home now? I did enough heroing today?” I know I didn’t help and probably interfered more than helping but I was tired and I hadn’t had anything to eat. No one got hurt and the criminal is underarrest.

“Yeah. Get in the quinjet” I smile passing by him. Never have I been so happy to touch the ground.

“You okay?” Steve says as I am walking up the ramp

“Next time I tell you to get out you do just as I say so I don’t have to come to you and have something like this happen again” I hear his slight chuckle. I take a seat and close my eyes.

“You saved Nat you know?” Lazily I open my eyes and see him kneeling infront of me. “We weren’t going to give up that easily. We have gotten into bigger messes before. As for you coming over that was a bad idea yes but if you didn’t we wouldn't have gotten to Nat in time” His smile always makes me feel better and he always knows what to say.

“Alright let's go home” Tony demands, walking into the quinjet. “And Bucky is, I would say angry at you but I don’t think that begins to cover it” Fuck! I forgot about Bucky. Fuck Bucky. Lydia. I am a horrible guardian. Leaving her alone with a guy who might have nice intentions but probably doesn’t even know how to take care of a plant. All the way I had two things on my mind. One Lydia and second Nat. When I told you I ran I ran to my room. I think all I saw was tunnel vision.

“Oh thank god” I pressed a hand over my heart seeing Lydia sleep soundly on my bed. His stare was very distinctive so when I felt a stare I knew it was him. I turn around and see him leaning with his arms crossed in the door entry. “Hey Tinman”

“Are you serious? Leaving me alone with a baby?! No. Leaving Lydia alone with me! To go to a mission that didn’t include you. That you could be injured or worse, died from!”

“Am sorry I wasn’t thinking” I walk forward tailing out the door so Lydia wouldn’t wake up. I knew saying sorry was enough when his face wasn’t angry but sad. “I understand-”

“You don’t understand anything! You could have died while under my protection! Lydia could have been harmed while I was with her. Goddamit!” I was looking at the ground like I was some little kid being screamed at by their parents. I didn’t know what to say and I guess he didn’t want to hear anything of what I was going to come up with. His footsteps moved quietly down the hall until he went into his room. The elevator dings and I see Wanda walking out.

“Everything okay?” Why did I feel a sting in my eyes? I never liked people screaming at me. But it never made tears form like this before. Not since the last time I saw my mother. “Y/N you need to understand way better than the quick story” She is right. I don’t know who Bucky is but I really do feel sorry and I have to make him believe me. “I will stay with her. Go”

“Thanks Wanda” I walked towards the door but stopped before I could try the knob. My mind was a mess or words. Every word that I think has no meaning because I am scared it's the wrong ones to use. “Bucky?” He probably hates me more than he did before now. That's why he doesn’t answer the door. Even trying to take a deep breath was a mistake. My breathing was out of order now. I turn the door thanking it for being unlocked. The lights were off but the light from outside gave me enough to see the form of the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed and the bathroom or closet door was wide open with the lights off. Where is he?

“Normally when people don’t answer the door it is because they don’t want to speak to anyone” Shit. I turned to the dark corner his voice was coming from.

“Normally people don’t seat in dark corners in their own room with the light off” Everystep I took towards him I had a bad idea in my head. What if it wasn’t Bucky? What if it was a serial killer pretending to be him? What if it was my imagination or just a dream? What if I walk into the dark corner and get sucked in a different demination?

“For someone who has a lot of thoughts in their brain, you can’t make decisions rapidly” I stop immediately after bumping into him. I kneel infront of him. I don’t hear him even flinch in the chair.

“Tinman I came here to apologise and you are making it really hard” Fuck I can’t come up with words now and that basically in my job description. But I can’t help this feeling, I don’t want to hurt him or have him hate me even more becasue I don’t know how to apologise to someone. I have never been the one to show emotion or love towards somebody. Maybe a hug and a smile with friends but never this. With Bucky it's like a connection and as stupid as it sounds I just crave him more than a physical way. Wanda always said I would find someone who would change my mind on belonging to someone. Having to give everything to them no matter the pain. To make myself vulnerable to them. I would tell her she was crazy. If I did find someone they wouldn’t rule my life. I wouldn’t be someone who would do that. I thought I was strong but with him, it just feels different. Words can’t explain that. “I am not good at apologising because I don’t do it often” I place my hands on his knees. Why? I don’t know!. His muscles tense but I can’t remove them now. “You can ask Wanda. I hardly apologise to people one because I am hardly in the wrong and two because most of the time it is something stupid. I can’t even accept and thank you because I hate feeling like I have to keep up an act of being someone they like-”

“You’re rambling” His voice was above a whisper and If he wouldn’t have moved a little I wouldn’t have quit talking to hear him talk.

“Right. Look I just want to say I am sorry for leaving Lydia with you. I should have thought it through but when I saw that the team needed help, well I bolted. I know you, Bruce, or Sam could have been of better service but it was my problem to fix. So I apologise for that. I don’t know everything,” Shit. I feel a problem coming. “I just know that I am sorry for making you feel like a danger to someone.” more a baby. “ I won’t do it again” I hope he could hear my sincerity in my voice. How can he make me feel so vulnerable? Like I want to cry because I caused him some kind of pain. I met him not even a week ago. Yet he makes me feel like we have been friends for years.

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Description

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 8:

After that night, well I should say day. After that day things changed. Kidd was going on trial for the murders and you bet your ass I was going to be there fighting for Mr. Miller. I moved back to my apartment and with a little help from Wanda and Karen I organized my schedule with Lydia. It has only been a day and I feel like dying. I moved back in the morning and by lunch time I was back in the office with the team. That afternoon after getting everything situated on things I missed Karen picked up Lydia from Wanda and brought her to stay in the office while we started our case on Kidd. Lydia was typically a good baby but when the attention was all on her or when she was sleeping. I had to leave early so now I am stuck at home with a baby. Nat was okay. A little help from Bruce goes a long way. Tony offered to extend my stay but I explained to him there was no need anymore. “Yes you can have Lydia while I see her” Wanda called me as soon as I got home. Talking my ear off and now she offered herself again to keep an eye out on Lydia so I can go to therapy. I am so thankful for her and Karen but god, it's 7 and it's been a long day and all I want to do is lay down and sleep.

“Great. I will be there at 9 to pick her up. After your appointment can you accompany me to mine?”

“Of course Wanda. Now get some rest”

“But it's just-” I hung up the phone before she could continue talking. “Ready to go to sleep?” I ask an already asleep baby. She skipped her nap thankfully so she was out like a light once I placed her in her playmat. I grabbed her and gently placed her on my bed and created a fort around her. It feels nice spending the night back home. I took a quick shower and went to bed.

In the morning of course Lydia decided to wake me up at 7 in the morning. “You are messing up my schedule, did you know that?” She responded with a cry. “Okay, okay. Let's get you some food.” a quick change and on our way to the kitchen we go. “I don’t have a chair for you” Can’t have her on her playmat, she might learn how to crawl and it's not safe for a baby here. “Guess you are going to be my suchef” I place a 2 slice of bread in the toaster while holding her bottle with my shoulder so I could use my only available arm to make my breakfast. A strawberry toast will be enough for this morning.

“Hey-” I am grateful my friends have a second sense. “That baby on your hip looks out of order” I roll my eyes at Matt. I kind of hope now the knife I threw at him wouldn’t have missed.

“Shut up. You scared me. Here” I extend Lydia to him and push her into his arms. “Let me wash her bottle so I can get ready” With the scare I dropped her bottle. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you” I know by his look that there was more to his story but I didn’t have time for it right now. I hand him the bottle and as he begins feeding Lydia I start on my toast. “Haven’t seen you in days other than yesterday, just wanted to check in.”

“Well everything seems to be back to normal, other than the baby of course.” She is such a good baby. Ugh.

“What's wrong?” I shake my head ignoring him as I walk into my room. I go into my room to get ready. Once I am done I pack up Lydias diaper bag and grab her some clothes so I can change her into some more appropriate summer clothing. By that time the clock hit 8:40. “I should get going. Someone has to do all the work in the office”

“Tony invited me over for lunch. I will be in this afternoon so show you I can do all the work you did in a week in just an hour” With a laugh he walks out the door just in time for Wanda to show up.

“Is the little girl ready?” Before I could get her up and hand her over to Wanda she dropped all her things to pick her up. “Aww where did you get this dress?” It was an all white with white flower detailing dress.

“Long story. It's a keepsake.”

“Umm. Ok” I don’t know if she just didn’t want to ask or if she just wanted to get back to Lydia but usually she would persist until I tell her.

“She already downed her first milk. I will be back around 10:30. So if you just want to give her a snack in the span of that”

“Got it” I chuckle, grabbing my things and saying my goodbyes. Took my 15 minutes to be at her office door knocking.

“Goodmorning Y/N please take a seat” I feel like a little kid waiting to be told wrong everytime I am on this couch. “How are you?” I hate this conversation starters

“Good. Can we get through this please?”

“Very well” she opens her notepad and prepares her pen. “I hear the latest on your case” fuck.

“Yes. Bad guy tried to kill me just like he killed innocent people. In the middle of all that I got the guardianship of Mr. Miller's baby, that is until her grandparents come and picked her up. Bad guy is in jail. The end”

“Are you doing okay with all of that?”

“Yes. Bad guy in jail so no more threats to my life. Baby is an adjustment but in a couple days it will be resolved” There it is, the first note in her notepad. I think we spent the whole session talking about the case and how I was feeling every second until now. I know how I felt. Maybe I didn’t take the right actions towards every feeling but I have to admit taking the time to associate myself with what has happened in the past days was good for me.

“It seems like the baby bothers you more than the whole threat towards your life” that is crazy. “Remember you have a difficult time understanding feelings” Bullshit. “Also remember to listen and not denie or fight against my words” Fuck.

“The baby will be off to her grandparents soon, no need to care for it if it's stay is temporary” it's true. I like the little baby but I am just her pitstop to people who will love and care for her better than I could ever do.

“You are correct but you also know this has to do with your feeling towards change?” How dare she ask me. Ain’t she the therapist to figure this out? “With the session you have taken you have shown aggression but at the same time sadness at change. You can’t accept it.” Wrong

“Okay I will work on that” Check. The topic is getting frustrating and I tend to let it out with words so to save her and me of any embarrassment I prefer changing the subject.

“Alright we will move on” Another note to her notepad. “So last time we spoke about your past. You didn’t want to get into it a lot but you did tell me something I didn’t catch on until now” Fuck. I said too much. “You don’t want to go back home, why?”

“I have a life here already. Nothing is waiting for me back there and if this is all about honestly well, that place is not my home. It's just that, a place”

“Even a place can hold a lot of answers. I think for this session you can take a visit back home. Take your time but I don’t want you to come back until you do” Hell yeah. That can be days, weeks, mon- “Never mind. I will give you till this weekend to do that” She rushes me to the door and I couldn’t even talk back as the door meets my face. What just happened? There is no way in hell I can do that this weekend. I let that go to the back of my mind. It's Tuesday and I still have 3 days until then, I will figure something out before then. I drive down to my house and see Wanda playing with Lydia on the ground.

“She didn’t want to take a nap”

“As long as she is not crying and grumpy” And no she was not. “Ready to go?” Wanda nods, placing Lydia in her car seat. “Where are we going anyways?”

“It's a surprise” This surprise didn’t last long. As soon as we parked right infront of it and she took one look at my face waiting for my reaction I knew I guessed right. How could she have kept this a secret? Does everyone in the tower know about this? She didn’t even give any sign of it.

“The doctor will be right in” The kind nurse said, closing the door as she left the room we were in.

“When did you find out?” She was laying on the bed calmly as possible

“3 weeks ago. I felt a little change the day I found out. Mine is not normal like everyone else but I decided that I wanted to enjoy it my way.” Lydia was looking around the dark room, surprisingly not scared of the dark. Most babies like to see their surroundings and get uncomfortable in the darkness.

“Does everyone know?” She shakes her head. A big grin appears in her face as she pulls out her phone.

“I want to do a reveal to everyone and I am going to need your help” I gave her a quick nod before the doctor appeared.

“Well let's check how the baby is doing” I look over to Wanda and for a moment I black out. I feel like the one who should be nervous is her, not me. She is having a baby. A human being is growing inside of her and she is going to be a great mother. That was the whole reason she wanted to spend more time with Lydia. That sneaky little thing. “The baby is doing great. Great heartbeat, strong” Wanda smiles proudly like if she had gotten an A in a project “ You are 18 weeks as of yesterday and you know what that means?” She can’t calculate dates right. “We can find out the gender today” She grabs my hands shaking it with excitement

“Can you write it in an envelope, keeping it a secret?” She really wanted to go all out on this which I don’t blame her. Now that I see how much she craves this I am starting to get excited too.

“Of course. Go ahead and change and the nurse upfront will have that for you” We thank the doctor before he leaves. Wanda changes and all the car ride home her smile still doesn’t fade.

“I want those confetti twisty things and this” She shows me her phone real quick so I can go back to focusing on the road. “ The color smoke for pictures” Her smile and picture showing didn’t stop until we were in the tower. She wanted it to be a surprise for everyone else. The envelope was saved in Lydias car seat pocket. “Vis is lunch ready?” Wanda screams walking out the elevator to the kitchen. That seems like a queue for Lydia to start crying. I didn’t want to disturb anyone so I walked towards the old room I stayed in. I close the door and take Lydia out of her car seat.

“Wanda and Vis are finishing lunch so no bottle until then okay?” I tried to calm her down but nothing was working. I changed her diaper and even tried playing with her toy but nothing helped.

“Miss Y/L/N. Wanda says you can come to lunch now” I thank Jarvis and god. Hopefully food helps calm her down. And it did. Atleast for some time, she went back to crying after eating.

“Did you change her already?” I nod “Play with her?” I nod “Maybe she needs another bottle” Tony was about to get up but I shake my head

“She just ate. That will upset her stomach” I don’t know how parents do this. “She has been missing her naps but everytime if I put her down she refuses to sleep”

“Well try again” What else can I do right? I excuse myself and take her to the room again. I read her a book but her crys are still going. I try to rock her to some music but she doesn’t stop crying. Maybe she is sick? I place her in the bed surrounded by pillows and I go into the bathroom. I know I could just go with Bruce to get her checked but a thermostat can help much faster. Bingo, the baby has a fever. Tony orders some medicine for her as I begin to run her a bath. The cries stop but I can tell she is exhausted.

“Just go to sleep. A good sleep will help you a ton” After a couple minutes of nothing. Her just staring at the wall will I talk to her like she was going to respond. I take her out and just put her diaper on.

“Here's the medicine” I thank Tony. He leaves me while I give her the necessary dose and there goes the cries again.

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Description

You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course, as one of the most successful lawyers in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 9:

I don’t know what time I fell asleep yesterday. With all the cries and the temperature not going down I panicked and maybe knocked myself out after her cries had stopped. Wait. Where is she? I ran out of my room and out to the main floor. “Hey. Don’t freak out she is in Bruce's lab” Why? I rush over just to come to a stop right at the door. I looked over and the clock said 10. In the morning? What the hell.

“Having a kid is like being hung over sometimes. You don’t remember something when things were rough with them the night before” Clint's words made me feel a little better. I should have stayed up and with her the whole night.

“You stayed with her the whole night” I hear Wanda’s voice beside me. “Her temperature was going down and she fell asleep. An hour or so later she started throwing up” Yeah I can remember that. That was the first time in a long time that I had frozen. After the shock and as soon as Lydia stopped throwing up I went to find Bruce. With another few throw ups and the fever coming back up Bruce told me she had an ear infection. The medicine was prescriped but I couldn't pick it up until this morning. So all last night she was awake and crying. And if she wasn’t crying she was throwin up and right after throwing up she was crying again. She didn’t even want to take her bottle. “You knocked out around 4 in the morning after she was asleep. Bucky took you to lay down”

“Has she taken her medicine?” Wanda nods. I haven’t spoken to Bucky since that night I went to apologise. Havent seen him since either. We spoke for a couple minutes before Wanda knocked on the door and said she needed to leave.

“He stayed with her since you left. The only time he left her side was when he left to pick up her medicine” Now she was feeling better. She was in Bucky’s arms eating some bananas.

“Don’t beat yourself about it. It's not like there is a rule book on how to take care of a baby. Trust me if there was one I would have been their number one fan” We laugh at Clint. “I know her grandparents are on their way but have you ever thought about keeping her?” honestly no. Lydia is a wonderful baby and I distance myself from her but I would be lying if I said she wasn’t the reason I didn’t feel alone. I only spent a full day with her and another couple but during that time she has put me in situations I felt I needed at the time.

“No. Who knows what will happen. I take the long run on this one” I open the glass door and walk towards the two. “Hey” I kneel down in-front of them as Lydia takes notice she reaches her arms out to me but Bucky hold her back

“Yeah no. It's your turn to take a shower” I moved my eyes to where he was looking and my shirt and pants had dried throw up on it. I can’t stand the smell of cheese but I could sleep through throw up being all over me?

“Fine” I roll my eyes walking out the door. “Were yall going to tell me I have throw up all over me?” I say to Clint and Wanda who were now in the kitchen island eating something. They both shake their heads laughing. I make my way over to take a shower. Took a quick 10 minute shower but I would be lying to you if I didn’t feel disgusted at the thought of smelling like throw up. I probably still smelled like it. I changed and once I walked out the door I was surprised to see the sight in front of me.

“She fell asleep right after her bottle” Lydia was fast asleep surrounded by pillows while Bucky stood at the end of the bed

“Thank you” I didn’t know what to say. So I just turned around and started packing her bag so as soon as she woke we could leave.

“Are you going to keep her?” Why does he care? Maybe he was just trying to make conversation to not make it weird and maybe I am an asshole for thinking this but he doesn’t have to be here anymore.

“I am not planning to” It’s as simple as that.

“What if the plan changes?”

“Then I guess I will deal with it then” I shrug really wanting the conversation to be over. But now that the awkward silence has me reconsidering it.

“So about that night” Fuck. Now I really want to go back to the other conversation. “I never meant to put that pressure on you. I was angry, full of rage and that was wrong on my part”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Wanda was right, you don’t accept apologies.” That made my head turn. “She said you don’t accept gratefulness or apologies. There are rare occasions when you use your manners too” oh fuck you. “And when you do, you don’t mean it”

“You got a Y/N 101 from Wanda?” I wasn’t pissed but I wasn’t happy eithier. I don’t mind people having their ideas of me, good or bad I don’t care. But when someone comes up to me and tells me in my face how I am I tend to get defensive.

“Yes. I needed to know if you were truly sorry about your apology” This asshole. “Wanda said if you apologise for something you were truly sincere” calm down. I close my eyes not wanting to do anything out of anger. How dare he go and try to find out if I was truly honest? He should have taken it up with himself to believe me or not.

“Okay” I didn’t want to start an argument with the guy.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure Tinman”

“Do you want to go on a date?”

“With you?” oh shit “I didn’t mean it that way” Fuck you. I saw him walk towards me and my body froze. My eyes are looking for an escape but I can’t come up with one.

“I haven’t been on a date in a long time, if I am being honest I am still learning about my feelings and how to deal with them” He grabs both my hands in his eyes and can’t seem to peel at the sight of it.

“Is this a new therapy thing she has you doing?” I hear a slight chuckle but he shakes his head.

“She mentioned going out with friends and before you say anything, no. When I first saw you I felt a gravitational pull towards you, and call me crazy but that was enough for me to know that in my mind we could be something other than friends” Best friends? Super friends! Get it? Because he is a super soldier? “I didn’t know how to come to you at first but if I don’t give it a try now than I might never get to it”

“Even after I caused you pain? Made you angry and tried to sabotage your orders?” I am not going to deny it made me blush. I thought after everything he would not hate me but dislike me that after the whole protecting me was over he would not even give me a second glance.

“I am willing to give it a try after all of that” that is stupid. How does he know I won’t do it again? “You had your motive behind them and I hope after getting to know eachother things will be alright.” I look up to meet his eyes. Oh honey you don’t know anything. My mind is telling me to remove my hands from his hold. Look away from his eyes. Make my heart steady to his touch. I am not one to do this with. I am no good. I will only break his and my own heart at the end. I am unstable. Maybe that is why I felt that connection with him in the first place. God knows I don’t know how to deal with my feelings either.

“Will I be responsible if things go wrong?” I was giving him a chance to run. Take back his words and hopefully only depart on a happy note. But my heart wants more. Maybe I should be brave enough like him. “I can’t promise you anything.”

“I am not asking you to promise me anything. I am just taking a risk at this” a risk. A risk is taken when you are doing something unsure, dangerous, unplanned, a ticking time bomb, like me.

“Ok”

A/N: why’s have I never seen this?!!!. So adorable.

Anyways I feel like this story is coming to an end. I don’t know if chapter ten will be the last or maybe it will be a couple more chapters but am stuck. Have no idea where to go. Maybe the story will end and I will post some chapters of the future as not part of the story like, if they get married or kids, i dont know.