Marvel Imagines

Plan A and B~ Bucky

• Female Y/n •

I walk about the large store with my redhead best friend. She pushes the shopping cart, putting items in as I look at the  list on my phone and pick up some paracetamol. I turn to the redhead, "Hey Nat, did Wanda need anything?" She looks at me and nods, "Yeah, she needed tampons." She tells me. I nod and we walk to the correct aisle. I look at the products and grab a box of tampax for Wanda, throw it in the cart and begin to walk away. Natasha makes a noise, "Wait, don't you need some?" She asks me. I turn around a laugh, "I'm not on yet." I tell her.

She gives me a confused look, "Y/n, Wanda is. You're always on when she is." She tells me. I shake my head, "It's the 5th. I start on the 7th." I tell her calmly. Her smile drops into a look of realisation. "Y/n. Its the 10th." She tells me. I shake my head before checking my phone and realise she's correct. "I'm late?" I mumble to myself. Natasha nods and grabs a pregnancy test box. I shake my head, "I'm probably just late Nat, but I'll take one just in case.." I tell her. We quickly finish up our shopping for the compound and make the way back.

She grabs the test box out a bag and throws it at me. I look at her stunned, "No need to throw it at me." I tell her laughing. She glares at me, "I need to know if I need to beat the shit out of Bucky." She tells me.

I roll my eyes and go to the closet toilet. I do what I need too and put the cap on the test. "This is stupid, I'm just late." I tell myself. I wait a few minutes before looking down at the test. My eyes widen. The two lines clearly there. I shake my head and unlock the door, practically throwing it open as I make my way to the kitchen to down a glass of water. I slam the glass to the counter and walk rush back to the toilet. I rip another test open and do it again. Clasping the cap on I wait another two minutes. Both lines fading into sight.

I flip. I grab both tests, leaving the box in there and shout, "Bucky Barnes! You're in major trouble." As I go up to our room. He looks at my confused. "Baby? What's wrong?" He asks me. I throw the tests at him, box landing on the floor. "What was plan A?" I ask him, angrily. He tells me, "Pull out?" Still rather confused, not looking at whay I'd thrown at him. "And what was plan B?" I ask him. He smiles a little, "Don't fuck up plan A?" He tells me, still really confused. I nod at him, Eyebrows raised, lips pressed together. He looks at the floor seeing both tests. He leans over and picks them up, "You're pregnant?" He asks me.

I nod. He smiles, "Really?" He asks me with a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. He comes over to me and places his hands on my stomach, "A baby?" He asks me. I roll my eyes and shout, "Yes a fucking baby. Because you didn't pull out!" He looks at me with pure glee. He smile looking at me and then my stomach. His eyes showing love. I calm. "You want it?" I ask him calmly. He smiles and nods a little, "A little baby..imagine us with a son! Or a little girl?" He tells me. I smile a little, the thought crossing my mind. He's right. He always right.