◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

forty one

[THIRD PERSON POV]

"Jesus Vinnie! This is the third time tonight, what the hell in going on with you?" Wanda exclaimed, holding back her best friends hair as the girl continued to throw up her dinner into the toilet, for the third time that night.

Davina didn't know how there could possibly be anymore food in her to actually throw up. She flushed the mess down the toilet and leant back on the sink cupboards. 

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her eyes cast down.

Wanda handed her a warm towel, which the girl used to wipe her face and groaned. "No no, don't say that, you'll make me feel bad." Wanda grumbled, sitting against the wall opposite her.

Davina reached up to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste, beginning the process of cleaning her mouth as Wanda continued to talk.

"Honestly though.. I didn't think my cooking was that bad." She mumbled, a small smile flickering across her face.

Davina spat out the toothpaste in the sink, gargling some water before returning to the floor to face Wanda.

"Shut up, I love your food! I just- I'm just feeling a little under the weather that's all.. Sorry to-"

"For the love of God! You have got to stop apologising Vinnie!" Wanda yelled, causing the brunette to jump slightly in shock at her friends rare outburst. "Jesus you make me look like such a bad friend." Wanda groaned amusingly.

"Anyways- I was thinking we could go out today, like have a girls-"

Davina's mind blurred out Wanda's words, her brain seemed to be pounding, a singular thought that had once brought so much pain and sadness bubbling over her mind.

She fiddled with her fingers, completely ignoring the words that seemed to tumbling out of her best friends mouth.

"Vinnie!" Wanda snapped her back to reality, instead of allowing her to be swallowed by her darkest thoughts.

"What?" 

"Are you even listening to me?" Wanda exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest in half annoyance, half amusement.

"Oh yeah.." The brunette mumbled quietly.

"Good, so as I was saying, I think we should go out, maybe to the movies or something.. There's a really good food court down town, and I think you would really enjoy going-"

"Wanda I think I'm pregnant." 

A heavy, thick silence filled the room with unease, it was so quiet both girls could hear the water droplets dripping slowly from the tap. Davina stared at her friend anxiously, nibbling on her bottom lip in worry, biting down so hard she swore that her lip was beginning to bleed. The red-head sat up straighter, a shell-shock expression cast upon her face, eyes wide and in shock.

Davina dug her finger nails into the flesh of her palms, longing for the pain to be a distraction from the real world and her friends reaction.

Wanda opened and closed her mouth several times, clearly searching for something to say but remained speechless.

Instead of waiting for her friend to say something, Davina started to speak again. "So.. Maybe going out would be a good thing.. Because I need a pregnancy test." She whispered, looking down at her fiddling hands on her lap, unable to face the Maximoff girl.

She was brought out of her agonising mindset as Wanda scooted closer and placed a hand on both of Davina's.

"No need.." She whispered. "Cupboard behind you."

Davina snapped her head up in pure disgust. "Oh my God! Wanda!"

"What?" Wanda question, her brows furrowed together in confusion, cocking her head to the side slightly.

Davina opened her mouth in a wide sly smile. "Your screwing Vision!"

"Oh shut the fuck up asshat!" Wanda scoffed, standing up and moving towards the doorway. "Come and get me when your done." She nodded at the brunette, slamming the bathroom door behind her as she left the room.

Davina scrunched her eyes closed. "Can Vision even have babies?" She mumbled.

"I DON'T KNOW! THAT'S WHY I HAVE THOSE! JUST IN CASE LOVE!" Wanda screamed from the bedroom, causing Davina to laugh uncontrollably. 

Once her laughter died down, the girl reached for the cupboard, ignoring how badly her hands were trembling. All the air seemed to leave her body as she pulled out a pregnancy test.

Davina took in a shaky breath, before following the instructions on the back of the packaging. Once she was done, the girl sat against the door, the test face down in front of her.

She was counting slowly in her head the required time to wait, seen as she had forgotten her phone in the kitchen.

She started counting aloud the last five seconds. "5...4...3...2..." She hesitated. "One and a half.." The girl slapped herself in the face and groaned, she reached forward, grabbing the test in her hands whilst looking at the ceiling. 

"It'll be fine.. Your NOT pregnant. I am not pregnant. I am not pregnant. I am not pregnant." She glanced down at the test before shooting her head back up to gaze expressionlessly at the ceiling.

"I am fucking pregnant."

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"Your sure?" Wanda pressed.

Davina sighed heavily as the pair walked, arm in arm down the local market streets. "Yes Wanda. I am 100% certain that the test I took 40 minutes ago was positive. My eyes didn't fail to read the results."

"So... Is this a good thing-"

"I don't know!" Davina yelled, causing a few people on the street to stare at her curiously. "I don't know.." She said in a quieter voice.

Wanda squeezed her arm firmly. "Have you told Bucky that he's gonna be a father?" Wanda giggled. "Because i'd pay good money to witness his reaction.

"Wanda.." Davina sighed. "I don't even know if i'm keeping the baby.." 

Wanda turned to look at her friend, squeezing her arm once again. "Look.. I know it's none of my business.. But if you aren't keeping the baby, you need to tell Bucky first. It's his child too." Wanda pressed gently, stating all the facts Davina already knew.

"Yeah.. Your right. Just- Please don't tell him yet, I need to-"

"God no i'm not telling him hon! I think I blocked his number anyways.." She chuckled.

Davina laughed, a weak attempt at forgetting all the shit going on in her life. Her mind was racing, but deep down, the girl knew she couldn't get rid of this baby, she knew she couldn't get an abortion. 

It would feel too much like killing the baby.. She couldn't kill her baby.. Not again, not like last time.

Word Count : 1100

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