Marvel smut/imagines

Bucky Barnes- Secret baby

Bucky and me weren't dating, not even friends.

Colleagues. What an ugly word.
More specifically he was my boss and god was he good at his job. He could command a room, fix the biggest of problems and speak down to me.

This shouldn't be hot, right? He was my boss for fucks sake, I follow him around every day of every week keeping notes, answering calls, and picking up coffees.
Being a secretary definitely wasn't on teenaged me's vision board. The ends I was scrambling to meet seemed to be slowly crawling away more and more though and being a mom didn't come with free rent.

I had Delilah just around 3 months ago, she was the result of a one night stand, of a guy in which didn't bother to exchange pleasantries or goodbyes.

And no, Mr. Barnes doesn't know, my job is round the clock, good money for tough hours. He would've seen my sweet girl as just another distraction, unforgiving in this business.

I stared at him intently from across the hall, my considerably smaller arrangements ironically giving me a perfect view from my desk to his.

"Y/n?"

My eyes widened, he must have 360 vision to see me when he was turned, wormed away in documents.

"Yes Mr. Barnes?" I suppress a stutter.

"I'm going to meet with a lawyer regarding the Genouis case so you can leave early, probably around five."

I smile softly to myself, pleased at the idea of picking my baby up from nursery early.

"Alright Mr.Barnes."

*****

I drove quicker than usual to the nursery, a large grin painted across my face, fingers strumming in rhythm on the steering, Destiny's Child echoes through the car and the increasingly rare feeling of joy through my veins.

The daycare teacher brings her out and my soul lights, telling me I caught her before feeding solidifies my excitement, pumping is the bane of my existence I swear.
I drive to our humble apartment, a bundle of giggles erupting from the backseat.

"Oh Delilah what's it like in New York City?"
I sing softly, placing her in a bouncer hung to the open cabinet door. She coo's and watches with wide blue eyes, attention locked on my movements to make a good, hearty bowl of marinara and penne.

I strip off my pencil skirt, changing into  a loose maternity shirt and grey seats, gifted Ugg slippers scuffing across my floor. I sit down with a bundle of human in my arms, ready to breast feed for the first time in a week or so now.
She doesn't seem too keen on the idea refusing and staring up at me with a small smirk.

I eat readily, until a loud and alerting phone call disrupts the peaceful babe cradled against me. Loud cries of upset break the air, a large grimace on my face.

"Hello?" I grab the phone and sway with her, whimpers and whines still escaping.

"Y/n! Shit, we got the wrong guy. The mayor is expecting us in 30 minutes! I'm still at this damned restaurant without a car and according to GPS your closest to me. Be here asap."

"What?! You said I was off, I really can't come in tonight."

He lets out an exasperated huff,
"You agreed to 24 hour schedule and that's what this is, we need you, there can't be anything more important right now... what's that sound?" The sound of Delilah's hiccups apparently were able to break the sound barrier, my pacing finally soothing her.

"Nothing, I'm gonna have to get dressed at the office be there soon."

I hung up, my heart racing, how the hell am I gonna pull this one off?

No time to think, I grabbed a skirt, blouse and bra, throwing it in the backseat of my car and clipping Delilah into her huge car seat. Speeding 10 over sweat dripped down my neck, anticipation to James's reaction to the human that had been mine for all of the time I've worked for him.

I watch his face light as my worn Toyota Camry bursts into the huge parking lot. He bursts up from his gloom ridden pose upon a bench as he comes running over promptly.
"Y/n thank you for coming so fast, I just"

He opens the back door, seeing my passenger seat overloaded with paperwork and scattered notes. Things he reminds me of or I often forget pinned by sticky-note on the carpeted ceiling.

Delilah examines him with large eyes, his cigarette being tossed to the ground at the sight of her. He closes the door and sits softly, his eyes remaining locked with hers.
We ride in silence his eyes meeting mine in unsaid words within the rear view mirror.

"I didn't know you had a kid."

"You don't know a lot about me."

His eyes flashed with that of surprise, used to stiletto heals and pencils skirts with a patient smile.

"I can see that."

Slowly we arrive at Central Park, the roads bumper to bumper leaving us to come to an absolute stop.

A wail breaks out over the stuffy car, Mr.Barnes looking at the small bundle with concern.

I felt my shirt wet, a tingle coming from my lactating chest. Her wails triggering the motherly instinct within me.

"Crap- um- Can you pass her to me?" He looked up at me with a look of confusion, unbuckling to unclip her from the seat.

He picks her up just right, supporting her head with a gentleness that colors me impressed.
He hands her, face turning a deep pink as he see's the wet spots on my grey shirt.

I lift the bottom placing her searching mouth upon my chest, James watching with record intensity. She laches on and suckles immediately, warm coo's erupting from the small babe.

"I hope this doesn't change your opinion of me Mr.Barnes."

His eyes meet mine once again in the rear view, a unusual warmness in his gaze.

"Only solidifies it"

I snort and rub my babies back, her arms limp and warm on my chest.

"Care to elaborate?"

He chuckles that deep, rasped laugh that never seizes to leave a tingle in my stomach.

"That you are a extraordinarily beautiful woman who helps those in which she loves, even at her own expense. And who cares with a deeper level than is normally found in human beings. Along with that comes the fact you are so outstandingly sexy that I am turned on almost every day I go to work."

A small smile parts my lips, our eyes staying locked.

"Your turned on by me?"

"Why do you think I take so many bathroom breaks."

I grinned widely,

"Oh, I just assumed your old age gave you less control of your bladder."

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