Never Enough | Bucky Barnes X OC

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"Come on, working with me is not that bad", Ophelia scoffs, offended that Bucky wanted to leave early to grab lunch at a different time. Technically, he shouldn't but Groot came back with a cold, and of course, Bucky was the one who was up all night checking on him. 

Ophelia did not deserve him. 

"I worked with you a week ago, I am not doing it again Doctor Barnes."

"God I hate this, it's like you're talking to yourself", Yang says from behind, eavesdropping on their conversation. Thank goodness, because it was seconds away from an argument. 

At any point these past two weeks, Ophelia had been unbearable. Snapping at interns if they didn't respond to her questions in a half-second, snacking constantly when she wasn't seeing patients or operating, and taking any opportunity to sleep. 

"I'd rather talk to myself than him", Ophelia says rolling her eyes. She stops in her tracks, "Yang, tell Barnes he can't go to lunch early."

"You're the wife, not my job. . . He isn't on my service", shrugging her shoulders as she squeezes past them. 

"Who's service are you on then?", raising a brow at her husband. 

"Doctor Bailey. I'm going to eat now because she's letting me scrub in a surgery and hold the retractor-" 

"Hold the retractor", she exasperates. 

"You forget I helped you on that rescue mission from Xandar-" "I literally put your name as one of the contributors on that journal article-"

"You know what? I don't have time for this Philly. I'm gonna be late-" 

"Oh my god, I'm late", she cuts him off in the middle of his rant, turning to quickly disappear around the corner. 

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Ophelia's sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, bouncing her leg as she times 3 minutes. 

There's a knock on the stall door. "Philly? Are you in there?"

"Why are you in the ladies?"

"I'm worried, you just disappeared", he sighs. "Talk to me please?", and there is a light tap on the door, and she imagines that he's resting his head against the wood. 

"Is there anyone else here?" 

"No, just us two. Is- is everything okay?"

She sighs, before saying, "My period is late."

"Okay. . . oh. Oh. By-by how much?", his voice coming out as a squeak. 

"5 days", standing up to open the door. "Shall we take a look?", her voice and hands shaky. 

He nods, kissing the top of her head as she picks up the stick. Still facing down towards the floor. "We'll look whenever you're ready to."

Ophelia grabs onto his hand as she turns it over. 

"One line", she sighs. "Negative", throwing it in the bin. 

"W-we can always do a blood test. Not to make you upset, but you left it the wrong way. It needs to be upright remember?", cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. Hating that her eyes were filling up with tears again. Nearly 5 years of waiting. Hoping. And today was just another kick in the stomach for the both of them. 

"Okay, but you take my blood", she sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut so the tears wouldn't fall. 

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