Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

With drugs.

"Of course I'm happy-" his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he clicks the power button on the remote and it shuts off the tv.

"With me? Am I enough, with or without the babies- am I enough to share with your best friend? Do you love me enough to stay with me or do I need to let you go so you can be with Peggy?"

"Whoa," he holds his hands out in defense and stands up slowly, as if cautiously approaching a bomb about to go off. "What are you talking about, Romani?"

"I know about Peggy," my eyes automatically find a nice spot on the floor to stare at as I continue spilling my guts. "I know that you were going back, I arrived a week too soon for you to go. I know you're distant, I know this isn't what you envisioned for your life Steve. I know you want marriage and babies and the whole spill," I clap my hands together and find the strength to look up. "And I can't give you that but if you go back, Peggy can. Have you just been waiting for me to say its okay? Because its okay, Steve. I won't stand in your way of happiness."

"Romani," he sighs out, stepping forward and extending his hands to grasp mine. "That was years ago, at one point in time- yes I was going to go back. I can't say, it wouldn't have been easier, it's sometimes hard to see you and Buck but I love you and I would do anything for you and my child. If that means your happiness outweighs my dreams, so be it. You make me happy and that's all I need."

"Its not enough, Steve," I let go of one hand to reach up to touch his cheek. "Your happiness and your dreams matter, and I can't stand in the way of that."

"You are my happiness, and your dreams are mine," Steve laid his hand on top of mine, staring down into my eyes. I could see them beginning to well up and it brought a sob to my throat. "I love you Romani. I don't want Peggy, I don't want the past, I don't want the 40's. Everything that matters to me, is right here."

"Why have you been so distant?" I couldn't help the ugly tears as they fell, he wiped them away with a sad smile on his face.

"I'm scared, Ro," he breaths out, his lips pursing as he thinks of what to say. "I'm afraid to even touch you, you're always hurting now," he pauses as he hesitantly reaches across my shoulders and tries to bring me into his chest but my extremely large belly prevents him from getting too close, and it causes a chuckle to escape both of our lips. "What if I'm not a good dad?"

"Trust me," I wipe away the tears that are left under my eye as I look up at him. "You have always been a dad, adding babies just makes it legit."

He smiles, leaning down to press his lips to my forehead. "I love you," he whispers, turning his head to rest his cheek against the top of my head, as he attempts to hold me in a semi comfortable position.

Until I feel it and he hears it.

Liquid hitting the floor.

Baby time.

"Oh no," I step back and grimace at the large wet spot on Steve's carpet, while his eyes bulge at the same spot. "Think that can be salvaged?"

"Its time," he whispers, glancing at my face with a look of pure horror. Within a second, he's screaming at Friday to gather everyone and meet down in the infirmary where Dr. Marsh had been crashing for six months, the OB that Tony had brought in. "Friday, get Bucky in my room, now!"

It wasn't but a few seconds, I guess he had been in his room, but Steve had barely picked me up in his arms when Bucky came barrelling through the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

"Why are you in here?!" he shouted, eyes wide and body language betraying the ultimate panic he was feeling. "Why aren't you in bed? Why are we going down to the infirmary? What's going on?!"