Nurture || Stucky (mpreg)

12 // A Little... Anti-Climatic

Tony's silent. Far too silent, and Bucky doesn't like it. Although he doesn't blame him, but he had expected a more explosive reaction from him, not complete silence. Unless the shouting is going to happen very soon.... Which he hopes it's not, even if he very much expects it. He simply just hopes it doesn't happen, as it'll no doubt wake Francis, and he doesn't want his son to witness any of this.

He watches as Tony leans forward, burying his face in his hands before running his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

And then he bursts out laughing. Which is not what Bucky had expected at all. He had expected shouting, and possibly things getting thrown around the room, but instead, Tony's just... laughing.

"Fucking hell. That's what you two were hiding?" Tony sighs, before breaking out into a laugh, shaking his head. "Oh god, fuck, I already know."

Bucky stares at him, wide eyed. "What?"

He already knows? That is... far from what Bucky was expecting, and from the way Steve's hold on him tightens slightly, it must've not been what he was expecting either.

"You already know?" Steve asks. "How? And why didn't you say anything?"

Actually, Bucky can think of a few reasons as to why Tony never said anything.... But now he wishes he had told them. Probably wouldn't have made things any easier though. And really, why would Tony tell the man that he hates, and who caused the death (technically, albeit not by choice) of the two people who raised him and treated him like their own, that he's his son?

"Well, I've always known Howard and Maria weren't my real parents." Tony says, once he's managed to stop laughing. "However, they never told me who was. And I never tried to find out, because to me they were, no matter how much of a dick Howard was." He explains. "I haven't known for very long. But after all the children you said Hydra made you have, I started to guess, but didn't give it much thought. But then after what you had told me outside Bruce's lab, I had started to put the pieces together and... kind of came to the conclusion myself. Had hoped it wasn't true, but... everything seemed to line up perfectly."

In a way, Bucky is glad that Tony had already figured it out himself. Makes this a hell of a lot easier. But it still no doubt doesn't really soften the blow, considering Tony didn't exactly know for certain. And it definitely isn't going to stop Tony from hating him any less. Though it sure seems to have prevented a shouting match from occurring like he was worried about. And it thankfully doesn't seem like one is going to happen.

"When did you two figure it out?" Tony asks.

"A couple days ago." Bucky says. "With Wanda's help."

Tony nods. "You don't have any idea who my father is, do you?"

The answer to that, Bucky has no idea. Well, actually he has a hunch it might be his former handler at the time, whoever the fuck that might've been, but he doesn't know for certain. Nor does he want to find out at all. Would rather not dig up any more of those memories. The memory of finding out Tony is his son is more than enough. He doesn't need to know anything else. Though he is rather curious what happened to the other children of his that had survived.

"No idea, and I really don't want to go looking." He says. "I hope you understand why I'd rather not figure that out."

Tony nods. "Yeah, I understand." He says. "I may hate you, but don't want you to go digging up those memories. What about any of the other children?"

Bucky sighs, shaking his head. He's not got any memories about them, only that they do exist. But while he's curious about what happened to them, he's not sure he's prepared to find out. Not yet anyway. Maybe one day he'll go and find out, but right now, he just can't.