Our Story

042

"Your hair is so beautiful when it's braided." Bucky smiles as I finish putting my hair into two French braids so my hair is curly for today since Bucky helped me get into the shower when I woke up and it's been a long night of pain and contractions so I had to wet my hair again

It's annoying.

And I'm annoyed.

"Thank you, honey." I smile softly and turn my head up towards him with my pursed lips, silently asking for a kiss he gives me, knowing him and his love is making me feel better and helping me get control of my hormones and emotions. "And thank you for helping me shave and shower." I add, tying the elastic around the end of my hair

"Always for my beautiful, gorgeous babydoll." He wraps his arms around me in a hug, kissing my cheek several times that gets me to laugh lightly

"I'm getting hungry." I admit and stand up from the end of the bed in my white short sleeved shirt and red spaghetti strap jumpsuit that has flared bottoms

"Oh? We need to fix that then, hmm?" He hums a smile and grabs my hips, looking me up and down with a lick of his lips, obviously loving my outfit he picked out

"Later." I smile at him and hug him around his shoulders, breathing in his fresh scent after he took his own shower this morning

"Whenever you'd like." He whispers against my neck that he kisses

"Definitely today." I shake my head and he smiles, taking my hand and leading us down to the living room where everyone is eating outside including Michelle and Ross that makes me drop Bucky's hand and back away from the kitchen, feeling that uneasy mood rubbing in my gut again

"Huh?" He turns to look at me with furrowed eyebrows and comes over to gently grab my arms that move to hug him where he can hear my slightly shaky breathing. "What's wrong, my babydoll? Are you and our baby okay?" He asks in a concerned voice and slips his metal hand up my arm and to my hand that grips his hair so he doesn't let go of me

"I-I don't know." I whisper in a stammer

"What do you mean you don't know, sweetheart?" He pushes

"I don't feel safe around him, Buck." I breathe and he pulls back to connect his gaze with mine, his demeanor changing the second I say I do not like or do not feel safe around something or someone

"Who?" He lowly demands for a name as his eyes pierce through mine

"Ross." I frown. "He makes our babygirl kick and whine. I can feel it, Bucky, please." I plead with him. "She's not safe around him." I breathe out and that is when Bucky's whole mood changes

Because when someone makes his doll and daughter feel unsafe and uncomfortable, he doesn't care whose heart stops.

"Give me the word and I will take care of it." Bucky says and that means he is going to tear this mother fucker a new one or into two

Which is pretty scary considering the last time he did that, he almost killed them in an alley.

"James." I sigh, trying to reason with him

"Word, Y/n." He spits through his clenched teeth and I can just feel the aggressive protective emotion lifting in his chest but I can't say anything when the front door opens and I glance over my shoulder to see Natasha in her suit and Peter in his Iron Suit, stomping in with Sarah behind them

"Through the kitchen and out that door is where you will find them." Sarah directs the two who don't pay any attention to Bucky and I as they angrily walk through the house and out the back door