Lydia's POV
It was like the weather replicated the mood: gloomy and tired. The rainfall sounded like hail as it hit the umbrella that Clint held over himself and I. This cemetery in Brooklyn turned into my hell as the casket was lowered into the rectangular hole in the ground, leading me to realize how real this was.
As everyone began to leave, I stayed behind.
"We'll be at the Bus." Clint said, closing the umbrella due to the sudden change in the sky. The ground was damp while the air was dry, causing my nose to burn. Bucky stood silently in front of the pile of dirt, dead silent with his hands in his front pockets. I knew he was upset but he tried to keep from showing it, knowing that Rogers wouldn't want him to be. I was saddened as well, but in all my years I've lost people closer. I've grown to understand that life goes on. Bucky didn't say a word that morning, so I figured I would get something out of him.
"I'd hate to leave you like this..." I tell. The wind blew my hair all around, imitating the motion of his tie from what I could see while standing a foot behind him.
"What's that supposed to mean? Pulling another vanishing act?" He questioned harshly without looking back.
"Actually, I'm going to take up Charles on his offer. I wouldn't mind helping him again." I informed him. Bucky looked back slightly,
"Oh really? What about the baby?"
"Well, past me isn't pregnant. I'll still be here, but I will be in 1983. Time is weird when you bend it so some things may change, but only I will catch them." I tell.
Bucky doesn't respond, he just looks at his feet. I walked up and wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him from behind. He just let it happen. "It's okay to be upset... it makes us human. Don't go full robot on me." With that he gently pulled my arms off of him and turned towards me, dropping to his knees in the muddy grass. Without looking up at me, he rested his forehead on my belly and wept into my jacket. "Let it out, honey." I spoke, caressing his head and running my fingers through his damp hair. Sheer vulnerability was what he displayed. Something I never saw from him. Bucky brought his hands up and held my waist, pressing a small yet long kiss below my belly button.
"You may not be mine genetically, but... I promise to be the best... father... I can be. I owe that to your wonderful mother." He whispered loudly into my abdomen. His words put a slight smile on my face. I ran my hands down his back,
"Alright, get up. You'll ruin your nice pants." I demanded in a gentle voice. Bucky pulled himself to his feet and put his right arm over me, pulling me close as we turned around and walked to the Bus.
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Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")
Fanfiction"You were the thing that kept me from being the bad guy... You changed me."
