Give It To You

Chapter Two

Warnings: strong language, violence, knives, fluff, a bit of smut, horny Bucky, pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death/funeral, angst
A/N: Okay, so I lied. I was gonna have this posted on Friday but the chapter took forever to edit. But here it is. Enjoy!
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Bucky looked at you with a tight-lipped smile. You smiled back at him, not too disappointed that he had told Steve. Steve was his childhood friend anyway.

"Congratulations," Steve exclaimed, mustering up a smile despite the situation, happy for his friends. He glanced between you and Bucky before wrapping you in an embrace. You hugged him, squeezing tightly before pulling away. He embraced Bucky in a much tighter hug, patting his back in a friendly way. "Congrats, guys. Wow." Steve ran a hand through his hair, grinning ear to ear.

"Thank you," you said, taking a step back. Your head was starting to hurt—courtesy of your genes—and you looked at Bucky. "I'm gonna go lie down."

Bucky's posture changed drastically, going from tense to concern. "What happened? Are you okay? Do you want me to—"

"Bucky," you interjected, looking at him with a grin, "I'm fine. Just a headache." He visibly relaxed at your answer, letting out a breath in relief. He nodded as you turned to go. You paused and turned around, confusion on your face. "What was it you wanted to ask me?" You asked Steve, catching the way his eyes darted to Bucky.

"Uh, it's—it's nothing," Steve stammered, his face turning pink. You immediately caught onto his lie, crossing your arms and turning fully to face the super-soldiers.

"Okay," you said slowly, "now tell me the truth." Steve's eyes darted back to Bucky.
Bucky cleared his throat and said, "It's nothing, Y/N."

"Wanna try that again, James?" You asked, picking up a hint of hurt in his eyes. Your head had started to feel heavy and you stepped closer to Bucky, his scent making you feel a little better. His hand darted out to catch yours, tucking you into his side.

"Sweetheart, it's nothing," Bucky mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss there. You squirmed in his grasp and pulled away, a scowl set on your face. He sighed, still holding onto your hand. You turned to face Steve, knowing you could get answers from him easily.

Steve put up his hands and said, "I'll tell you, but you need to save me from his ass later." He pointed at Bucky who glared at him in response.

"He won't do anything," you promised, squeezing Bucky's hand when he let out a sarcastic hum.

"We want you to join us for the debriefing," Steve answered, shrugging and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Just so you know what's happening, especially since you're the prime target."

"Steve—"

"I'll come," you interrupted whatever Bucky had to say. You knew that Bucky was glowering at you, feeling his glare burn a hole through your skull. Steve noticed it far quicker and left with a mumbled 'see you there'. You felt Bucky let your hand go and stalk past you into his room, leaving the door open for you to come in. You sighed inwardly, a ghost of a smile on your lips, knowing how Bucky's anger was towards you—the longest time he had been mad at you was for ten minutes.

You closed the door behind you, watching as Bucky tugged his hoodie over his head, grumbling to himself as he got his tactical gear out of the duffle bag. He tossed his hoodie on the bed, stopping when he laid his eyes on you. He huffed, throwing his head back before flinging his tactical gear onto the bed as well. He placed one of his hands on his hip and ran one through his hair.

"Bucky," you mumbled, wringing your hands together. He looked at you, the flame dancing around in his eyes dangerously. You walked to stand in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. The flame in his eyes almost instantly died out, a small sigh escaping his lips. His anger was replaced with love and concern.