𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ➣ [𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ 🕊*ೃ༄ 𝟾 : ‎ᗢ : 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

-ˋˏ ༻ 𝟔𝟎𝐬 ༺ ˎˊ-

Later that day, after the Talent Show, Y/N and Bucky had received a call from the adoption agency to arrive immediately.

"Oh bless, Amy," Y/N was seated on a chair beside Bucky, bouncing her knee anxiously at what the Agency had to say, "If it wasn't for her letter, we wouldn't be here," she started to bite her nails, "And—"

"Doll," Bucky rested a hand on her knee, "It's gonna be okay."

"But I'm nervous as hell," she muttered, "What if I mess things up? What if—" her eyes widened, "Oh my god, the nursery. Buck, we haven't started working on it and."

"Honey," he made her face him by holding her chin between his thumb and index finger, "I've got it. It's all done."

"Really?" she stared at him in surprise.

"Really," he assured her.

"Oh, what would I do without you?" she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, but Bucky tilted his and connected their lips in a proper kiss, making her smile.

A set of footsteps made them break the kiss and turned to see a women walk towards them, "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Barnes."

"Yes, yes we are, Y/N stood up, making her husband follow her actions at once, "Is everything alright? We were told  it was an emergency."

"Actually," the woman smiled, "You're a lucky couple. The letter of recommendation was very satisfactory and we have a baby boy for you."

Y/N gripped Bucky's arm at her side, trying to control her surging happiness, "Really?"

The woman nodded, "Follow me."

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"Oh, he's perfect," Y/N cooed at the two-year-baby in her arms, "Does he have a name?"

"Aaron," the adoption agency lady said, smiling at the euphoric couple, "His parents died mysteriously, leaving him orphaned all alone."

"Well, not anymore," Y/N handed their child to her husband, who shook his head in declination.

When Y/N frowned, he leaned forward to whisper his explanation, "My metal arm, doll. What if I hurt the baby?" he added with a fearful look.

Y/N shook her head reassuringly, "You won't, Buck. Don't worry. Come on, honey," she held out her arms, indicating him to take Aaron. Bucky seemed hesitant, but complied gradually with a meaningful, insisting look from his wife.

Adjusting his hold on the baby, Bucky felt himself smile at the child in his arms. Adoration written on his face as Aaron curled her little fist around Bucky's gloved-covered metal finger. 

He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he vowed that he would be the best father; he would do anything in his power to protect his son. He may be not of blood, but it didn't suppress the growing love for the baby boy in his arms.

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"About today," Bucky said as they walked out of the nursery, after setting their son to sleep in the crib, "You were brilliant, Glamour," Bucky told his wife once they stepped into the living room.

"As were you, Illusion," she chuckled, "I don't know what I was so worried about," She sat down on the couch. "It wasn't so hard to fit in after all."

"And all we had to do was be ourselves." Bucky said as he sat down next to her, crossing his knees, "Well, with a few modifications."

"And it was all for the children."

"For the children."

"Well, I think the children might need some popcorn," Y/N stood up and walked past him.

Bucky followed her actions at once, "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" Y/N followed his gaze and looked down to her stomach to find it swollen slightly, indicating her pregnancy.

She gasped in surprise, "Bucky, is this really happening?" She whispered, not trusting herself as emotions built up within her..

"Yes, love," Bucky smiled, "It's really happening."

The two leaned in to kiss, but a loud bang from outside the house made them jump in their places.

"If it's that damn tree again, I am going to rip it out by the roots and shred it to bits!" Bucky grumbled in annoyance, striding towards the front door and swinging it open at once.

The night was quiet and peaceful, nothing seemed to be out of the blue, except for the chittering of a few crickets.

"I don't see anything," Y/N observed her surroundings closely.

She reached Bucky once they were outside on the sidewalk. A low vibration began to echo in her ears, and both of them turned to see where it came from. The sound of the metal banging against the sewer was growing louder and louder every second.

"What is that?" Bucky asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

The sewer's circular entrance slid open, and from inside it came a dark figure in a white hazmat suit and hat.

"Y/N," Bucky placed his hands on her swollen belly, standing behind her with a confused and worried look.

The figure crawled out of the sewer carefully, the sound of bees buzzing around him were the only sound that was heard in the entire block. They were turned over, so the only thing she could see was their back, which had the same peculiar symbol from the helicopter.

The figure, as if sensing a presence, turned to glare at Y/N, who didn't flinch.

Narrowing her eyes with a glare, Y/N tilted her head to the side, "No."

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⋘ ‖ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ‖ ⋙

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"Bucky, is this really happening?" Y/N asked softly.

"Yes, love," Bucky answered, "It's really happening," he brushed his lips against hers before turning into a proper kiss.

Once they pulled away, Y/N gasped in surprise, realizing that Bucky's hair was now a vivid brown colour and his blue eyes shined brightly in the light, "Bucky,"

Taking note of her surroundings, Y/N noticed that everything was turning into vibrant, bright colours; the furniture, the walls, and even her clothes.

Y/N chuckled softly and leaned up as Bucky pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss once again.

.ılılıı..ılı.Y/N. Who's doing this to you, Y/N? .ıllı..ılılıı

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