The Beauty of Winter. (Fanfic)

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"Hey doll, it's 2am, is everything okay there?" Bucky's voice was soothing and full of sleepiness. You lay in bed, the phone against your ear as a tear rolled down over the bridge of your nose.
"I'm okay, I just miss you thats all," Bucky sighed, hearing you sniffle slightly on the other end of the line.
"Oh love... I'm coming home," you sat yourself up, grabbing a tissue from the box by the side of your bed,
"No, honestly don't worry about me, I just really needed to hear your voice." You hear Bucky pause, deciding what to do,
"I'll be home Friday, Sam can cope without me for a weekend. You are my first and only priority y/n, I love you darling." You smile, sniffling back the rest of your tears.
"I love you too Buck, I'll see you Friday."

You get off the phone, walking to the guest room. You knock gently, hearing Wanda mumble "ukhodite Pietro," as you went in. Wanda saw you, sitting up to rub her eyes as you sat on the bed next to her, "Hey y/n, are you alright? Is it the baby?" She spoke gently, (mostly from being half asleep still).
"Can I stop in here tonight? I'm really starting to miss Bucky..." you stopped, trying your best not to cry anymore tonight.
"Of course, c'mon, get in," she held up the blanket as you lay down beside Wanda. You felt her grab ahold of your hand, giving it a small; reassuring squeeze.
"Hey, what does ukhodite mean? When I can in you said ukhodite Pietro." You tilt your head to face Wanda, seeing her let out a small laugh,
"It means 'go away', Pietro used to always come and wake me up really early when we were little. I guess it stuck in my mind to tell him to go away while still asleep." You can't help but smile, thinking about a mini Wanda shouting for Pietro to leave her alone.

The next morning, Wanda woke up to you gone, hearing the faint sound of music throughout the house. She found you humming to yourself in the kitchen. You look up, seeing Wanda and smile at her before handing her a stack of pancakes.
"You're very happy today," she smiled back, farrowing her eyebrows slightly as she analysed your movement around the kitchen.
"I am, it's Thursday. Bucky said he'd be back by Friday." You lean over, grabbing a sliced strawberry from the small bowl that sat on the counter. "How could I be sad when he's coming hom-" you freeze, eyes growing wide as you look down at the growing puddle on the floor.

"Wanda, I think my water just broke..." Wanda looked up at you, face full of shock,
"Do we need to get you to a hospital?" She stood, heading to get your hospital bag,
"Not yet, my contractions need to be four minutes apart." You take a deep breath, clutching your bump, bending down slightly. A tightening pain moved around your stomach. You counted to yourself, getting to ten seconds before it stopped. By which time, Wanda was back with everything you could need.
"I'm going to call Bucky," Wanda placed her phone on speaker, on the counter for you to speak.

It rang a couple times, Bucky didn't pick up. Wanda rang Sam instead, it almost went to voicemail but Sam picked up, his breathing fast and his voice filled with anger, "Wanda, nows not really the best of times." You heard the banging and clatter of them fighting, "what's up?" You jumped in before Wanda could say anything, knowing it would only throw them all off,
"Hey Sam, it's y/n, don't worry about it just get Bucky to call me as soon as he can." Wanda looked at you, confused at what you were doing,
"Okay y/n, gotta go now," and with that, the phone beeped as the call ended.

"What was that about?" Wanda followed you as you made your way to try and find somewhere comfortable to sit.
"They were obviously in a fight, if I throw them off by making them worry about me then they could get hurt." You sigh as Wanda grabbed your arm, helping you lower yourself on to the chair.
"The minute your contractions are nearly close enough for the hospital, I'm calling him. You need him here for this." You smiled, admiring Wanda's tough love technique. The smile soon faded as you felt another contraction.

It had been hours, your contractions were getting longer and coming more regularly. You laugh on the couch, eyes shut tightly as you breathed through another one. You were startled by the sound of your phone buzzing on the table, you leant up, answering and trying not to focus on the growing pains. "Hey doll, is everything alright?" You could tell he was just catching his breath after god knows what.
"Yeah, well no but yes. I need you to come home like right no-" you paused, wincing as another contraction started.
"Y/n? What's going on?" Bucky's voice was brimming with concern, you heard the sound of his breath quicken as he ran back to get his things.
"I'm okay.... just a contraction. You need to come home, I'm having our baby."

"Hey, I need to go, y/n's in labour!" You chuckled slightly, hearing Steve and Sam gasp, listening to the 'oh my gods' echo through the phone. You heard the phone fumble around slightly before hearing Sam on the other end.
"Y/n, why didn't you tell me on the phone earlier?" The excitement in his voice was apparent, you couldn't help but smile at the idea of three big, strong men all running around in a panic about getting to you on time.
"I couldn't, you sounded busy."
"No!" Sam's voice grew distant and Bucky's voice cut in,
"You should know by now that I'm never going to be too busy for you doll."  You could practically see his cheesy grin forming, taking a deep breath and preparing for a new contraction.
"Darling I'm going to go, I think I need to head to the hospital soon."
"Okay, I love you y/n, I can't wait to meet our baby."