bucky barnes imagines

xxii. PREGNANT (two)

"Bucky... I'm pregnant."

For a split second, you felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. However, the burden returned as soon as you saw the look on Bucky's face. To say the least, he definitely wasn't happy.

He stared at you, jaw clenched, eyes slightly narrowed, not blinking at all. After a few seconds of extremely tense silence, he finally spoke up, breaking eye contact to look towards the floor instead.

"How could you let this happen, Y/N?"

You scoffed, your temper rising quickly. "So this is all my fault? It takes two to tango, Bucky."

"Yeah, but... but we don't want kids."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. How could your boyfriend, who supposedly knew you better than anybody else, be so oblivious? You felt tears beginning to sting your eyes – tears of misery, but mostly anger. Before Bucky had a chance to offend you any further, you walked up to him, forcing him to look at you.

"We don't want kids? Where have you been for the past two years, Bucky? Time and time again, I've tried to have this conversation with you, I've tried to tell you that all I want is to start a family with you, but all you can think about is the past! You're so focused on hurting people physically that you can't even tell when you're hurting them in other ways!"

You gestured vaguely towards your heart. Your usually soft voice had risen to a yell and you didn't care who might be able to hear.

"This should've been one of the happiest days of my life, but of course you wouldn't ever consider how I feel. Everything always has to be about you and I'm sick of it!"

Once you stopped shouting, a thick silence filled the room. Bucky looked just as upset as you were, but for once, you found yourself not caring.

"I'm leaving," you muttered shakily. "If you need me – don't."

"Y/N, wait, I'm sorry–"

"I don't want to hear it." You turned on your heel, walked out and slammed the door, breathing heavily. As you made your way down the corridor, you finally broke into tears, sobbing loudly, unaware that Bucky was now curled up in a ball on the bed, also weeping.

For the next few days, you took extra precautions to make sure you didn't run into Bucky at the tower. You stayed in your old bedroom and hardly left, apart from when you really needed food – which wasn't often, because after what had happened, you didn't have much of an appetite.

Nat, Wanda, Pepper and even Tony had tried to coax you out, all four of them insisting that the situation wasn't going to fix itself. You knew they were right, but still, you couldn't face Bucky yet.

Five days after the incident, there was a loud knock on your door. You opened it cautiously to reveal Steve waiting patiently, one eyebrow raised. After checking that nobody else was with him, you let him into the room, motioning for him to sit down by your side.

"How are you?" he asked sympathetically.

"I've been better."

Steve sighed and shook his head. "I hate to say this, but–"

"I need to talk to him," you interrupted, "I know."

"He's a mess, Y/N," Steve confessed, looking down at his hands, which were resting gently on his knees. "He's finally stopped crying, but he hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, won't come out of his room... he barely even talks to me when I go to check on him. Just keeps saying how much he misses you and regrets how he reacted the other day. He loves you, y'know."

Stressed, you ran your hands through your dishevelled hair. You couldn't help but feel guilty; Bucky had tried to apologise, but you'd ignored him. No matter how angry you were, he deserved a chance to explain. And you missed him too. A lot.

Suddenly, you leaned over and hugged Steve, taking him by surprise. As always, he was incredibly awkward and just patted you lightly on the shoulder while waiting for the hug to be over, which made you giggle.

"Thank you, Capsicle." You used the nickname affectionately, letting him know that you were grateful for his help. "I think... I'm gonna go talk to him now."

The two of you stood up and left the room, walking down the corridor together. When you reached the door of the room you previously shared with Bucky, Steve gave a small nod, silently bidding you good luck before he left, not wanting to intervene.

Your heart rate increased as you knocked on the door; Bucky opened it immediately, almost as if he'd been waiting for you. His hair was scruffy, his eyes were tired and bloodshot and his skin was pale and blotchy – but you'd never been more glad to see him.

You wanted nothing more than to open your arms, hug him and never let go. But, knowing that you both had a lot to talk about, you settled for giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"So..."

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PART THREE (FINALE) COMING SOON.