Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

Are you breaking up with me?

"You are pregnant?" he asked slowly, his eyes finally steadying on my face as his panic began to ebb away. "I thought you were on contraceptives."

"It's not a hundred percent with birth control," I answered meekly, grabbing his large and long hands into my much smaller ones. "I took a test, but I still need to have blood work drawn down in the lab. I wanted to tell you and Bucky, would you come with me to take the test?"

"Yes," he answered quickly, his head nodding feverishly. "I never- I never thought I would be a father."

"You know," I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes stinging from previous tears as well as new ones that threatened to surface. "It could be yours or Bucky's."

"I know," he answered, letting go of one of my hands to reach out and cradle my face in his hand. "It doesn't matter to me, this- baby will still be mine. I'm happy, just shocked."

I breathe out a sigh of relief and give him a grateful smile, he returns it before leaning in to press his lips against mine. Once we pull away from the sweet exchange, he leans his forehead against mine.

"I still have to tell Bucky, so can you meet me in the lab?" I ask him softly, he pulls away and gives me a look of hesitation. I grab his hand again and rub it gently. "I need to do it alone, we will both be fine. I'll keep Buck safe."

Natasha might kill me that I'm going to tell Bucky alone but, he deserved the same as Steve.

He nods, letting out a heavy sigh as he stands, I stand with him. He wraps me up in his arms and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. "If he takes it badly, Ro- give him time- we will be excited too."

"Okay," I sound an agreement but inside, not so sure.

Will his reaction be the same as Steve's? Or worse?

"I'll meet you downstairs," he nods, gives me another lingering kiss to my lips and then walks to the elevator. I stand there for a minute, hesitating.

Bucky is stable, more stable than he's ever been since Hydra- he can handle this. Of course, he's going to be shocked, but I mean- he's over a hundred years old- he's allowed to be shocked.

Fuck.

My body hunches as I push off my left foot and head towards the elevator. I head to the training room and I'm surprised to see it completely empty. I check the kitchen and common room on my way through and Wanda is the only one in there, a few words of acknowledgement and I'm on my way down the hallway. I get to Bucky's room, which is conveniently beside mine now and don't bother to knock as I walk in. He's on the bed, fiddling with a cell phone that Tony had given him.

He's better than Steve with technology, but damn if snapchat didn't confuse the fuck out of him.

"Hey baby," I call out, internally twitching at my choice of words.

"Hey."

He glances up and shakes his head, and then holds his phone up in the air, wiggling it. "Did you break it again?" I ask him before I stride over and take a seat beside him on the bed, he sighs heavily and hands it over.

"Everything disappeared," he leaned back against the headboard and watched as I went through the settings and checked a few things.

"You just cleared the screen," I told him before I started dragging the icons back on the home screen for him. As soon as I handed it over he smiled and leaned forward, kissing my lips sweetly.

"Thank you doll," he slid the phone on the side table and turned his attention back to me, that's one thing I absolutely love about both of them. Steve and Bucky have excellent manners and know attention is important in a relationship. "You need something?"

"I need to talk to you," I glanced down at my fingers that had begun to fiddle with the hem of my long black band tee. "But I don't want to upset you."

"Are you breaking up with me?" he quickly leaned forward and grasped my hands into his, his head tilted to look at my downcast face. "I love you Ro, I know I'm not much but I-"

"Oh shut up, dummy- I'm not leaving you," I laughed through welled up tears, his face scrunched up in confusion at the opposing emotions. Laughter and tears. "I-"

He leans forward again, this time pressing his lips against my jawbone as one hand leaves mine and slides up my other cheek. He pulls me close, in his lap and against his chest as he leans back on his bed. "Please tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant Buck," I whimper. I could feel him stiffening underneath me but I couldn't bring myself to look up. I laid there, rubbing circles into his red henley as tears streamed down my face once again. Telling Steve was worrisome but Bucky, something about his tortured soul crushed me every time something serious happened.

"Oh doll," he lets out a rushed breath as his arms tighten around me, I feel his face push into my shoulder as he hides for a moment.

Is he...crying? Oh God, don't cry!

I press myself closer to him, leaning up to bring his face to my chest as my mouth gaps in shock. James Buchanan Barnes does not cry. "Oh Bucky please don't cry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, I don't know how this-"

"Don't you dare apologize," he leaned back, his blue eyes swimming in a turbulent sea. I wiped his tears with my thumbs as he continued to stare at me, thinking of what to say next. "I thought you were leaving me for Steve. I wouldn't have blamed you...but to hear-" he paused to swallow a hard lump. "You're pregnant, maybe with my child? I've never actually felt this happy, Romani. Thank you, thank you so very much for loving me."

My heart seized in my chest, nearly breaking in half at his confession. Tears sprung forth again as I threw myself into his arms again.

It's not pretty crying either.

"I love you so much," I cry out into his chest, I can feel the vibration of his chuckle before I hear it. He continues to rub my back in comforting circles as he waits for my crying to subside. "Will you go down to the lab with me?" I pull back, trying to reel in my emotions. "Steve is waiting, I wanted to tell you alone. I have to get blood work done, to make sure. I know I am though, I can feel it."

"You can actually feel the baby?" he asked, a surprised look on his face.

"No," I laugh through the tears that are slowing to a stop. "It's too early for that, but I can feel that I am pregnant. I just know."

"Let's go see," he quickly pushed me up and slid to stand by the bed, a happy look on his face that I'd never quite seen.

"You really are excited," I state, standing with his help. He beamed down at me, and answered me with a mind blowing kiss that seemed to go on until we ran out of breath.

After a quick elevator ride, a blood test and a urine sample, Bruce stood in front of the three of us with a wide smile on his face. "Congratulations," he handed me a sheet of paper, in between the medical jargon, the words POSITIVE stood out.

"Yes!" Bucky called out, reaching over to high five a bashfully grinning Steve before wrapping me in an embrace.

"How far along do you think?" Steve asked, his hand reaching out to wrap around my left hand as Bucky pulled away and grabbed my right hand in his.