tcnetwork | Bucky Barnes

Hey Buck. I need to talk to you. I... I found out some news. I've been keeping it to myself. I... I don't know how to tell you. Can we talk when I get home?

I'm down at the docks, I'll head back now. Give me about ten minutes? [Probably less because Steve sounds shaken.]

Steve heads home, waiting for Bucky. He should have told him the minute he found out the news, but he just didn't know how to. Which was dumb, really. Bucky had told him with no problem.

He sighed, standing in the kitchen, washing dishes to try to take his mind off things. Little chores. Anything to keep himself busy. It didn't work. His mind kept wandering back to Mercy, to everything going on. This was his life now. A life he never expected.

One kid was one thing, but two? Would Bucky hate him? Would it be Bucky's turn to freak out and be mad, or something even worse?

"Steve?" He'd double-timed it back to the cabin, figuring the rest of his errands can wait until after they've talked and sorted out whatever new form of fuckery the town was going to toss their way.

Still. They were together and Bucky wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

He heads towards the kitchen where he can hear him working. "What's going on?"

Steve smiled, drying off his hands as he slowly turns around to face Bucky. "Hey..." He leans against the counter, trying to appear relaxed and calm when he feels anything but. He swallows, nodding his head. "Sorry to make you run home so fast, I just..."

His voice trails off as he looks up at Bucky. He doesn't want to just blurt it out, but a part of him wants to do that like ripping off a bandage too.

"Uh, you remember Mercy. My friend. I told you she has the garage. I'm building the motorcycle there?"

His body language is all off, tense and uncertain even while trying to look relaxed but he doesn't call Steve on it. Something is up and he's going to have to wait this one out.

"Yeah. You've mentioned her before, I keep meaning to check out the garage but I always get sidetracked."

"Is she okay?"

Slowly, Steve shook his head.

"No... She, uh... She's pregnant." He glanced up at Bucky, raising an eyebrow at him. "In this case, she's the pod. Same idea, but she has to go through the nine months of it all."

Steve moved over to a chair and sat down. "Jemma says the DNA matches me. I mean... I have no clue how. We didn't. I didn't..." Steve buried his face in his hands, his next words muffled.

"We won't have one kid, you and I, we're having two."

For a moment his heart slams so hard on his chest it damn near hurts. Pregnant? Then Steve is clarifying that it's another solar flare "gift".

"Okay."
Is it that simple? Yeah. When it comes to Steve Rogers it's always that simple as far as Bucky is concerned. "So we figure it out, Stevie."

Okay. He's just okay with it? Steve can't believe his ears. His eyes widen and he jumps to his feet, moving quickly over to Bucky to take one of his hands and grip it tight. "It's a flare baby. I didn't. I would never... I don't cheat, Buck. You have to know that about me, right," he insists.

His other hand reaches out, wanting so badly to cup Bucky's cheek but hesitating inches from the surface. "Mercy never wanted kids. She's so heartbroken over this. Like... She's not ready for getting sick. I want to be there for her. I want to try to help. I want..." Honestly, he didn't know what he wanted, but he couldn't let a friend of his go through this alone.

"Two kids... What are we going to do?"

Bucky takes his hand easily, "I know. You aren't the kind of fella who goes stepping out, you never have been."

There are a thousand questions they'll have to answer. Does she even want to keep the baby? Shared custody like he and David are planning? Are they going to have to expand on the cabin to make enough room for two nurseries?
They're also questions that will keep for now.

"Invite her over. We got a lot to figure out and maybe it'll help if she knows she isn't alone?"

He's quiet. Too quiet, probably. For what seems like an eternity even if it's only seconds in reality. He swallows, nodding his head in agreement because he's having the same thought. So much to discuss. "I... I want to take you to her shop. Show you the bike I was working on," he mumbles.

He has some answers, but not all of them. Not yet. It's not like the pod. She's going to carry it to term. He feels bad for her, knowing how she felt about children.

"I... I will. I mean..."

And suddenly Steve is hugging Bucky, pulling his partner in close and clinging to him like his life depended on it. Eyes closed, face buried in Bucky's neck, Steve just stands there wondering where they went from here. It's a good thing, it really is, it just feels so awkward to him in that moment. He wants to be happy about it, but he just can't stop. He was so worried he'd lose Bucky forever.

"Okay. We can start with that." Little steps. Steve is clearly overwhelmed so Bucky isn't going to make it worse by peppering him with questions that he may or may not have the answers to.

His arms shift easily to hold him, to pull Steve in close and let him draw the comfort he so very badly needs in the moment. "End of the line, remember?" his lips are near his ear as he holds him, his solid and calloused hand running in slow circles on his back. "You and me Stevie."

"Always."

When Steve pulls back Bucky kisses him, long and slow and thorough. Reminding him that nothing is going to come between what they have now. "I love you, punk."

"End of the line..." Steve smiles, returning the kiss and letting his arms loosen their hold on Bucky. His grip isn't so tight anymore, even if it's still very firm around his lover. His partner. His everything. A small moan slips out into the kiss as Steve just lets all the tension melt away.

Bucky isn't leaving him. He isn't going anywhere. Whatever happens, however many babies they have, they will have them together.

"God, I love you so much, Buck." Steve grins and pulls back a little, taking Bucky's fingers in his and threading them together. "Let's... Let's move this out of the kitchen, hmm?"

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Bucky Barnes

04/27

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