Give It To You

Chapter Five

Warnings: strong language, violence mentions, talks of killing/death, pregnancy, fluff, angst, talks of pregnancy complications, sexual content (implied smut)
A/N: It's been a while since I posted, but blame it on the pandemic and school. Anyway, here's to another chapter! 🥂
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You nodded, resting your forehead against his as the tears spilled again. "Go ahead, Bucky." You placed a hand on his chest, right over his heart, silently telling him he had to take care of himself too. His hands slid down to grab your hips.

He kissed your tears away like he had promised again before he said, "Promise me you won't be scared of me after this." His voice was desperate, cracking and painful, making you cup his face.

"Nothing you do could ever scare me, James. Nothing," you swore, thumb rubbing over the small cut on his cheekbone. It was ragged and the blood was dried, and even with his super healing, but every wound seemed to scare you. The way he handled wounds also scared you—he seemed to let them heal without cleaning them out and you would scold him for each one.

"No, this is different. I—I asked Shuri to place these words in me when she took out the other ones." You froze up, taking a moment to process his words.

"Bucky!" You looked at him with wide eyes, lips parting as he looked away from you. You could tell by his expression he was a bit ashamed, but still confident in his choice. You, on the other hand, felt a bit betrayed before trying to understand Bucky's thoughts. "You wanted to be free, but—but more trigger words? For what? And why wouldn't you tell me?"

"How could I tell you, Y/N? It was—the trigger words activate the Winter Soldier, but not a hundred percent. He listens to me," he insisted, grabbing your hands. "I tell him what to do and he does it. Shuri is one of the smartest people I know and we've tested it out before on a few missions. He comes and does what I say or want and then goes without a trace. He'll—He'll protect you with his life and I just need you to trust me." His voice ended frail and weak.

"I trust you with our lives, Bucky," you replied without missing a beat. His eyes glanced down to your stomach, a yearning flickering through. He kneeled down, face-to-face with your stomach. He glanced up at you, seeking your approval.

"Their yours too, Buck," you said, placing a hand on his face. He smiled, turning his face to kiss your palm.

"Just wanted to be sure, darlin'," he mumbled, lifting your hoodie, smiling as he remembered it was actually his. He kissed your stomach and whispered out, "Vă iubesc atât de mult pe amândoi. Ai o mamă grozavă și sper să fiu și eu un tată bun. Te iubesc atat de mult." (Translation: I love you both so much.  You have a great mother and I hope to be a good father too.  I love you so much.) He kissed your stomach twice before straightening up and tugging the hoodie down. He kissed your lips, mumbling out another 'I love you'.

A blast shook the ground, popping the bubble you two had managed to make. You held onto Bucky's shoulders as the shake grew to cause you to fall towards him. Even with his training in these situations, Bucky stumbled back, bracing himself last second to stand straight. He straightened you and himself up, pecking your forehead hastily.

"I gotta go, babydoll, but you need to stay here," Bucky said, taking steps back. He eyed the room carefully; the light coming from the lamp, the stars glowing just a bit, the blankets piled up on the bed, your figure in the picture frame. Everything was in the same place yet something felt off, but he shrugged it off as nerves building up because of becoming the Winter Soldier.

"Who's going to—" you took a breather, still not getting your head around the concept— "say the trigger words?"

"Romanoff," he answered, seeing your posture relax slightly. You nodded and looked down, taking note that the blanket had fallen from your arms. You started to bend down, but stopped as Bucky took a step forward and picked it up for you. "Stay in the room. Try not to do too much, especially stress. It's not okay for you and the babies."