Choices - Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers AND OC

No.

It was about seven hours before the contractions started, I was leaned back on Steve's chest while Bucky sat in the chair beside us, feet on the bed, watching crimes shows on the small tv several feet away when my stomach tightened so hard that it took my breath, it caused pain to radiate all the way around to my back. "Oh," I wheezed out, pushing off of Steve to lean forward, grasping my stomach with one hand.

"Dr. Marsh!" Steve yelled out, leaning up to grab both my shoulders. Bucky stood up quickly and turned to the monitor, watching it spike up and show the contraction.

Dr. Marsh made her way over, bypassing me and straight to the machinery connected to the monitor, she pulled a long sheet of paper out that hand scribbled lines on it and let out a breathy chuckle. "And so it begins," she sat the paper back down and stepped over to Steve, putting a hand on his back. "Her first contraction."

You don't have to be so damn happy about it, Marsh.

Fuck.

They waited until my contractions were less than a minute apart before they injected the concoction Bruce made into the iv, and Tony activated the protocol. I had an epidural done by some chick in blue scrubs that claimed to be an anesthesiologist that I'd never met before and more than once I had hands shoved up inside me to feel how dilated I was and I lost count how many times I was told I was not widening my hips enough. The last time, I lost my cool.

"It's been fifteen hours, I am hungry and thirsty and in pain, the epidural wasn't done right and I don't know how I'm supposed to widen my hips!" I shout at the more than nice registered nurse as she once again puts her fingers up there to feel. "I can feel everything so someone better tell me what's happening!"

"I'll get Stella," Steve looked over at the nurse with an apologetic smile and then at Bucky, gesturing for him to take his spot behind me.

"You need too," I grumbled, waving the nurse off as Bucky climbed in and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me back against him as another contraction hit. He let me grip his metal arm and squeeze as I hissed through the pain.

"Breathe baby," he assured me, his flesh hand rubbing my hair back away from my face.

"Romani," Dr. Marsh came up with Steve at her side, she frowned as she looked down at me. I must have looked absolutely miserable, she gave me an apologetic look as she lifted the sheet and checked my progress herself, all I did was roll my eyes. Most action I've had in months. "You are progressing quickly in this labor, the babies are wanting to get out but your hips aren't widening enough for them to come out naturally. We have two options."

"Do a cesarean," Bucky said, without even hearing the words come out of the doctor's mouth. I couldn't see his face but I could feel his body go rigid. "You mentioned it before. It was an option. She's in too much pain."

"It's still an option, the other option is waiting to see if-"

"No," Steve said, interrupting her just at the same moment that Natasha returned from a quick nap. Her eyes were furrowed as she crossed her arms and stepped up beside Steve. "She isn't progressing, everyone who has checked has said that her hips aren't widening and if it hasn't happened yet, it's not going to happen. Our only option is a cesarean, so please do that."

"We will get it ready," Stella pursed her lips and nodded once, walking off to gather her team. Natasha and Steve spoke quietly while Bruce came in from one of the offices, sleep evident on his face.

"Stella says it's time," Bruce glances over at the monitor and nods his head slowly. He grabs a tablet off the desk beside the bed and scrolls through some notes before sitting it back down. "Steve, Bucky you guys come with me to scrub up," he glanced down at me as some nurses came into the large area, each pushing a tray in with something for me. One to shave, one to start a second iv and another to wheel me back. "You're gonna be just fine, Rome."