Marvel/Actor Stories

Secret from Steve (Pt. 1)

You and Steve used to be close friends. You had a one night stand, then agreed to never mention it to anyone. But you now have a secret.

Warnings: lying, pregnancy, language
Written from your point of view, as "Kenzie"

I jumped at the sound of Bucky knocking on my apartment door. I shoved the test into the cupboard, along with the box and wrapper. He can't know what I just found out. He would run off and tell Steve once he knew it was Steve's issue and I'm not ready for that.

I rushed to the door. "Hey, Bucky. Come on in." I smiled at him.

"Hey sweetheart. I was actually wondering if you wanted to go grab some dinner with me. Um.. am I catching you at a bad time? You seem flustered or something." He greeted me, then read me like a damn billboard.

I internally cursed how observant he is. I laughed it off as best as I could, "Oh, yeah. That'd be nice. It's a fine time. Just been busy cleaning in here." I'm not a good liar. Especially when it comes to him. So I prayed if he could tell I was lying he wouldn't call me out on it.

He came inside and waited for me to grab my purse and phone. He smiled as I walked back over to put my shoes on and asked, "Ready?"

"Yeah, of course."

He eyed me across the table as he chewed his bite of pasta. Then he said, "Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart? You seem like there is something on your mind. So, I'd hate to not remind you that I'm here if you need to talk."

I smiled and sipped my tea, "Yeah, I'm alright. You are so sweet to worry. I know you're here if I need you. I appreciate you. I promise, when I'm ready and need it, I'll come to you."

I knew denying more that something is wrong would lead to more questions. This way I sort of hinted there is something but also didn't completely confirm it to him.

He nodded, "Alright, good. I promise to be here when you decide you want to talk." I could see it in his eyes he meant it. Though I never doubted his support.

Four days later my doctor confirmed it. I was five weeks pregnant.

I was recovering from another round of morning sickness - that of course I'm lucky and get in the afternoon. Meaning, it is often in front of other people. Bucky rubbed my back softly, "You're sick?" His voice was soft and laced with concern and care.

"It's okay. I promise." I assured him.

My head was screaming to just tell him. My heart said I needed someone to know, and that he would be here for me. He's my best friend. I need someone to confide in about all this. I know he would be the first one to jump to do whatever I needed.

But the other part of my brain reminded me that before we met he was Steve's friend. I'm sure that's where his loyalty lies. And this news shouldn't get to Steve from any source but me. I'm sure the question of who the father is would be his first thought and I haven't breathed a word about Steve and me.

It's killing me that I'm ten weeks along and haven't been able to tell a single person.

"You're sure?" He asked again, like he has been for weeks because he knows there's something I'm hiding.

"Yeah, James. Just my lunch not agreeing with me." I technically didn't lie. It just wasn't agreeing with me because of the baby.

"Alright. Do you need something? Anything. Water, juice, crackers, different food? You name it." He offered hopefully. As if he wanted to be able to do something to help me feel better.

I smiled, "Yeah, sure. Water and crackers would be good."

18 weeks.
"Everything looks great. And you said you do want to know the gender, correct?"