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Bonding

Warnings - Mentions of abuse, character death, angst, blood, violence, Sharon

*LONG CHAPTER*

You don't know how it happened. Well, you do, but you don't know how to explain it to anyone else without being given crazy looks. It's wasn't supposed to happen. Especially not to you. Not with how you're forced to live, and now with how he is.

But it's here. No one else knows besides him, and it is now a secret to the two of you. You're on the run with no where else to go, no one in your family not being able to help you with their beliefs. You were supposed to kill him, but you never do. You could never kill any of the ones you were sent to.

Bucky is different. They all are. They don't hurt anyone, and he keeps to himself. You told him the second you met him what you were supposed to do, and then left, giving him money to run for awhile until he could find a safe place to stay.

He wanted to know why. He wanted to know everything about you. Save you from the people who were supposed to love you how he knew he wanted to. How you should be loved. And he did. He somehow convinced you to leave, trick your parents that you had killed him with fake proof.

It had only been a few months when you found out you were carrying your baby after only one time of sleeping together. He had been expiremented on by the hunters, exposed to them. He didn't know if he was able to carry anymore. And yet, he was now having a child with you, something he didn't want to change.

The only problem was your family. The people who sent you to kill him. The people who had caused this to happen. You were never supposed to leave with him, never supposed to be like this. Forced into things like this. But he made it easy. Made it better.

Bucky was the one who is helping you. He never once denied never loving you any less with the small pouch of his pup growing inside of you. He loved you more, even. He got to feel your stomach, smell himself all over you, and care for you how he has always wanted to care for someone. And have a family at the same time.

But you couldn't live in a motel any longer. He wouldn't allow you. You needed somewhere you could be comfortable while growing. He needed to be sure you would be safe, knowing they are searching for you. They always are. You deserve much better.

And he knows a place.

"I have no more clean clothes," you tell him while searching through you bag, panting from just walking across the room. You are only two months into the pregnancy, and you feel as if you've gained a hundred pounds on every part of your body.

"Wear mine." Bucky kisses your head as he pulls his shirt and a pair of leggings from his bag to place on the bed, a hand on your back. He is always touching you somewhere, especially your belly when he can. "I'll pack the car, you sit down."

"I can-"

"Sit." His arms push you on the bed, and you listen, watching as he grabs the bags to move to the door. "Change, and we'll leave." He is gone just like that, leaving you to do as he says. He is very dominant and protective when it comes to your health, and you know it is just pure instinct from his nature. He can't help it.

Changing, you wait for him to come back before standing again, naturally rubbing your stomach as he grabs the last of your things before holding out his arm. Sliding your own through it, you both walk out and get into the car without looking back, sighing when you feel the car start to move.

"They are friends, family to me," he says softly, his lips already on the back of your hand as he drives extra carefully. "If they try anything, you'll be safe with me. We'll figure out something."