S.Rogers x B.Barnes x f!Stark!Reader
Y/n, Steve and Bucky are now in Wakanda, 2 months after the events of civil war. All is peaceful - but will it stay this way, especially after Steve has one very special question?
(Follows timeline of IW and End...
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Eight hours before the battle... Y/n sighed deeply, thumb stroking slowly over the two red lines staring her in the face, almost mocking in their usually-joyful meaning.
She was pregnant.
It would normally be something to be elated about, after all it was something that her, Bucky and Steve had all talked about.
In particular, y/n knew how eager Steve was to be a dad one day. She couldn't help break into a little smile at the thought of the blonde with their child, carrying them around and feeding them and playing all sorts of stupid games with them.
But the smile quickly faded as the intrusive thoughts crept back in, burying the happy ones with reality.
There was no way all three of them were leaving this fight.
The odds were too slim.
So y/n shoved the thoughts down deep and placed her foot on the peddle of the bin, lifting the lid and dropping the pregnancy test in before turning on her heel and leaving the bathroom.
... It had been two weeks since the snap. Two week since they'd lost Bucky.
Y/n had refused to talk to anyone since that day, a bitter frown permanently twisted over her features as a numbness filled her like water.
It was drowning her, slowly.
"What do we do?" Nat asked, gaze fixed worriedly upon the girl as she sat with Steve, coffee in hand.
Steve sighed, his own torpefied expression unchanging as he traced the rim of his mug absently.
"She's grieving."
"So are you, Steve. You need each other." Nat demanded. Steve could barely find it in himself to care selfishly anymore. He only cared about y/n.
Y/n hadn't spoken to him in days, wouldn't even let Steve comfort her when she woke up thrashing and screaming from her nightmares.
It was torturous, and Steve could barely take it when all he could do was stand and watch her world come crumbling down when all he wanted to do was pick up the pieces.
"Everyone grieves differently." Was all he could come up with to say, before his coffee suddenly became much more interesting than anything Nat could add to the conversation.
... Moths had passed, and y/n was just as numb as she'd been the day he died.
"Y/n?" Nat asked, peering into the room as she creaked open the door.
Y/n sat still, unmoving at the breakfast bar, her lunch stone cold in front of her.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Nat pushed, placing a tentative hand on the girl's shoulder.
At the contact, y/n abruptly stood and strode from the room in a quick pace.
"Y/n!" Nat called after her, briskly following her friend until they reached the younger avenger's room.
"Y/n, just stop! Talk to me!" Nat exclaimed, letting her pale fingers wrap around y/n's wrist to pull her back.
Both their eyes held tears, and y/n's bottom lip wobbled as Nat's face softened.
"Look, when Bucky-" she took a pause, "when Steve lost Bucky, I thought 'hey, at least he still has y/n' but he doesn't, does he? You've left him, and you're probably as good as dead to him now. I mean really, y/n, you haven't spoken in months. And for what? We've all lost people, it's time for you to get over yourself." She ranted, red-faced.
Y/n just looked at her for a long while, contemplating whether she should tell Nat or not.
"Nat..." y/n said softly, eyes brimming with sadness. "I- I lost more than just Bucky that day." She mumbled, and Nat's brow knitted into a confused frown.
The girl took a deep breath, swiping her tears away with the heels of her hands before looking at Nat again.
"I was pregnant." Y/n virtually squeaked, voice barely above a whisper.
"What?" Nat murmured, face the image of horror and guilt.
"I was pregnant, during the battle. I lost the baby." Y/n sighed, clutching her arm in a self-hug.
"Does Steve know?" Nat asked, and y/n shook her head.
"I- I didn't get the chance to tell him. Bucky didn't know either." Y/n admitted and Nat pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please don't tell him - I haven't figured out how to break the news yet." Y/n sighed.
She felt a pang of guilt, that he didn't know. But she knew just how much Steve wanted a child, and she almost gave that too him. Y/n didn't know how much more it would break him if he found out that Thanos took a child from him too.
"So all this time?"
"I've been trying to figure out how to tell him without completely shattering him." Y/n mumbled in confirmation, and Nat nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine, you didn't know." Y/n mumbled, that void expression returning.
"He deserved better," y/n looked up at Nat's words, "Bucky, I mean. Bucky deserved better." Y/n could only agree in the form of a small nod.
Suddenly, an idea formulated in her mind. Bucky was no longer alive to avenge those who took the good life he deserved from him, so she should do him justice and exact revenge for him.
She pushed abruptly from her chair, the legs squeaking against the floor.
"Where are you going?" Nat asked.
"To fix things." Y/n muttered grabbing her coat and gear from the hook on the wall - where it had remained since that day - and shouldered her way past Steve out the door.
