Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

Pardon?

                                                                  ****Four Months Later***                                                                             

"I need you."

"Am I invited into your trouple or something?" Nat teased as I leaned into the common room and waved at her to follow me. I narrowed my eyes and she raised one. When I didn't move, she relented with a sigh and stood. "What?"

"Just follow me," I whisper harshly, grabbing hold of her hand when she gets close enough. She gave me a confused stare as I led her down the hallway, eyes darting around each corner in case I spot the two people I'm hoping to avoid.

"Is it too much to ask why you're avoiding your boyfriends?" she noticed, of course she does. I ignore her as I grab the door knob of my apartment and fling it open, dragging her across the living room floor. I flick my hand back, slamming the door behind us as I continue my trek to the bathroom with my hand gripping Natasha's hand tightly so she can't sneak away. "Oh come on, tell me."

"That," I push her in the bathroom, she takes a moment to glance around the immaculate modern bathroom before her eyes settle on the white object laying on the marble sink.

"Is a pregnancy test," she continued with my sentence, her words drawn out slowly. She approaches the counter slowly and bends down to read the lines. She's not stupid, she knows how it works. She stands back up straight and stares at me through the mirror. "Your thoughts?"

"I'm pregnant," I answer bluntly, eyes searching her face for any kind of sign of how she's gonna respond, but she has the best poker face in the business.

"I gathered," she responded, still staring at me, unmoving.

"I'm on birth control," I state, finally looking away from her unnerving gaze.

"You want it?" she asked, her voice emotionless as I watched out of the corner of my eye as she turned and put the lid down on the toilet and sat on it.

I glance down at my wringing fingers and look back up at her, finally letting the emotions I've been holding back flow. Tears streaming silently from my lids, I nod slowly. "Yes," I croak out around a sob.

"Then why are you crying?" she asked, slowly standing and reaching out her arms for me. I accept the embrace and nuzzle my face in her neck as the sobs wreck me.

"I don't," I hiccup against her soft shirt material. "I don't know how they'll respond, how-" another round of sobs rip from within. "They will feel knowing either of them could be the father."

"They will be so happy," Natasha rubbed the back of my back as I sobbed. Eventually it slowed enough for her to pull back. "It doesn't matter to them, you should know that."

"It's only been a year," my lip began to trimble, worse case scenarios running through my head like wild horses as Natasha wiped away the tears with a sad smile.

"We don't plan life out," she answered after a moment. "It doesn't matter how much time you have with someone, if you have love- that's all that matters, and you-" she paused to think for a second. "You go with it, Romani. You follow the flow, life is way too short for us- if you want this baby, it doesn't matter if they do or not."

"I don't know how to tell them and if they don't want it, I don't know how I'll handle it," I tell her honestly, gripping her shoulders tighter at the thought.

"I think you are overthinking this," she grinned, tilting her head. "I think those two knuckleheads will be over the moon."

"Yeah?" I ask softly, when she nods in reply I let out a sigh. "I guess I should go tell them, huh?"

"And then go down to the lab, have Bruce run a blood test to make sure," she nods as I pull away, her arms grasping my wrist just as I'm about to let go. "I will be right here with you, no matter what."

"You'll be my baby mama?" I joke, feeling the lump in my throat lessen the more she speaks.

"Of course," she winks as she lets go and watches me walk to the door. "I think," she pauses before I can get out of sight. "You should tell Steve first, so he's there when you tell Bucky."

I think about it for a second and nod. "Yeah, he might flip," I admit. Most of the time, Bucky was a semi stable old man but sometimes, the switch flips and he disassociates and goes inside himself.

"If you need me," she gave me her sternest face and I chuckled at the thought of her telling Bucky.

"I know," I sigh and close my eyes for a second. "Do you know where Steve is? By any chance."

"I think he's up in the boardroom with Tony and Rhodey, going over recruitment planning," she says as she begins to walk towards me, following me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. "I think Bucky is training, or in his room. I haven't seen him much today."

I give her another embrace before we exit the room and head for the front door. We nod at each other, her's is one of reassurance and mine is one of thankfulness, she's a hell of a friend.

I begin the trek to the elevator. Stuck in my own thoughts as I ignore several shield agents that pass by.

Hey Steve, I'm pregnant- are we still having hot dogs for dinner tonight?

No, that won't work.

Steve, you might be old but your swimmers are prime?

Maybe?

I sigh, hitting the top level of the compound number and lean back against the elevator's sleek metal. Absently picking at the fading nail polish on my thumb as I wait.

Steve, we need to talk. I know we've done a lot of things we said we wouldn't do in this relationship of three. It wasn't my intention but we are that zero point one percent and we are pregnant.

Oh that might work!

The doors to the elevator open and I walk out, turning right in the direction of the boardroom. I'm not sure if I would have rathered him being in there, busy with Tony and Rhodey or not because the moment I stepped into the lobby before the boardroom, I was greeted by Steve walking across the floor towards the exit.

"Hey sweetheart," he called out, surprised by my presence. I never come up here unless requested.

"Hey Stevie," I say nervously. Anxiety bubbling and nerves frazzled, my brain decides to just go haywire. I can't stop it, it just happens. Like every other time in my life, I'm not good at keeping secrets. I spill them as soon as I see someone that I can tell, it's why I never had any friends because I would have spilled EVERYTHING the first chance I got. Just like now. It was a serious problem, using my targets as a therapist while on a mission, once upon a time."I'm pregnant."

God almighty, Romani. You dumb bitch.

His face dropped, looking like someone gut punched him and his stride slowed to a stumble. "Pardon?" he nearly squeaked.

Okay, we can recover this. Explain.

"I took a test, I'm pregnant," again with no finesse.

"I-" he paused, his eyes wide and frantic as he looked around for someone to assist him, I guess. I stepped up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders, to steady him as he swayed a little.

"It's okay, please don't pass out on me," I begged as I began to guide him to a lobby chair. He sits down, breathing heavily as his eyes scan his surroundings.

Did not expect this out of Steve. Bucky yes, but Steve- totally thought he would handle this better.