Sorry Anyway ♡-- Dark Romance Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sanctuary

Warning!! Chapter may contain consensual but rough sexual play, sexual submission, oral sex and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical violence. The chapter contains elements of toxic relationships and cheating – lot's of red flags, so trigger warning for that. Please do not read if you have a problem with anything above.

--- Your Point of View ---

You found that you were cuddling him closely, closer than you ever had before, after a while you pulled back, and made your way to the back headboard.

"Can you tell me about yourself." You curled up into a ball, closed in on yourself and wrapped your arms around your knees.

Bucky gave you a funny look, then gave you a half smile.

"You already know most everything about me." His tone of voice told you that he was teasing about you being pregnant with his baby.

You gave him a gentile smile that he returned, you found that you were feeling more comfortable with him, and your body was relaxing.

"I mean about your past, before..." You suddenly realized that it might be too much of a personal question, you suddenly worried that you had pushed a boundary that you shouldn't have.

"Before I was the Winter Soldier?" He added, moving a bit closer to you, you couldn't figure out if he was mad about you asking for not.

"Uh, yeah..."

"I was born March 10, 1917, in Brooklyn, then I went to war in..."

"No...what was your favorite food growing up, what did you like to do..." You more boldly asked moving forward.

He let out a laugh, an unfamiliar sound to you, you found that you liked his laugh and it made you happy.

"Don't laugh."

"I can't promise that."

"In the morning my mom would cook me spam and eggs – or creamed chipped beef on toast."

You smiled at him, that sounded like 1940's alright.

"I think I would like to try that tomorrow morning."

"Try what."

"Spam and eggs..."

He looked down and a small smile played on his lips.

"I remember how she cooked them; I could arrange that."

You suddenly found that yourself lost in your thoughts, and the sheer gravity of what was happening to you started to settle on your mind again.

"Hey don't..." He pulled you into his arms and cradled you, you shivered.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why my emotions are so all over the place."

He pressed his lips against the top of your head.

"You are pregnant doll, I think that could be messing with them, you can be as crazy as you want, I will support and care for you as best as I can because you are suffering this to give me our daughter."

"Have you thought about a name?"

"You don't want a say in it?"

"You are the one giving birth and doing all of the work, so that can be your right – but I insist she has my last name."

"That's fair."

You felt guilt and worry because you half wanted this child to carry Steve's name in some way.

--- Steve's Point of View ---

I had docked my ship in the forest and was about to get some much-needed sleep when there was a pounding on the back hatch of my aircraft.

I walked to it, looking at the exterior camera I saw T'Challa standing there.

"I know you are there Mr. Rodgers, please open up, I think we need to talk."

I decloaked and opened the back.

"I guess you found me."

"I knew you were here the whole time; you really shouldn't be here."

"I'm not leaving her."

"I know you love her, and I know love can drive a man to do rash things."

"She is my wife."

"You shouldn't have married her; you are not from our timeline. And you were welcome here until you kidnapped her."

"I didn't kidnap her – she came willingly to get away from Bucky, he didn't have that darker side of himself under control then – we didn't mean to fall for one another; besides, my timeline is destroyed, and I might not be your Steve Rodgers, but I am me, and I love her."

"You and Bucky better be careful, you could both be the cause of destroying her without realizing it, besides, I official offer you sanctuary and a place here in Wakanda, you can stop hiding, I ask that you remain respectful in your interactions with Bucky why you were here, and be mindful of her condition – give her space."

"Thank you."

"Come on, I'll put you into a room."