(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

Preference||Multifandom

How they react to struggling with infertility  

Bucky Barnes:
Bucky sits across from you at the small kitchen table, his metal fingers tapping nervously against the surface. "Doll, we'll get through this," he says softly, his blue eyes clouded with concern. The two of you had been trying for over a year now, each negative test feeling like another punch to the gut. You look down at the unopened test in front of you, the weight of the silence between you heavier than ever. "What if we never—" you start, but Bucky cuts you off, standing up to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. "Hey, don't say that. We're not giving up." His voice cracks slightly as he speaks, the vulnerability slipping through. You can feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and reassuring, though you know he's just as scared as you are. "If it doesn't happen...we'll figure it out. I promise." He tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, a small, sad smile on his lips. "You and me, we're a team, and I'll stand by you no matter what. You're all I need, okay? I mean it." His words give you a small flicker of hope, but the fear still lingers in both of your hearts.

Loki Laufeyson
Loki, ever the composed and distant one, isn't great with dealing with emotions, but tonight he's trying, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. "I'm a god, and I can't even give you the one thing you want," he mutters, his hands clenched into fists. His tone is bitter, self-loathing, and you can hear the frustration in every word. You're sitting on the couch, watching him silently as the two of you are once again faced with the reality of infertility. "Loki, it's not your fault," you say quietly, trying to reach for him, but he pulls away, clearly struggling to keep himself together. "How could it not be?" he snaps, but his voice softens immediately when he sees the hurt flash across your face. He stops pacing and finally looks at you, his expression torn between anger and helplessness. He crosses the room in a few quick strides and kneels in front of you, taking your hands in his. "You deserve a family, and I can't give you that." His green eyes are softer now, filled with sorrow, as he rests his forehead against your knees. "What if this is the universe's way of punishing me for all my past sins?" he whispers, almost too quietly to hear. You run your fingers through his hair, your heart aching for him. "Loki...we'll figure this out together. We're enough for each other, with or without children." He looks up at you, his usual mischievous smirk nowhere to be found, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

Tony Stark:
Tony's never been one for sitting still, especially when things don't go as planned. He's pacing around the lab, rambling about the latest tech he's working on, but you can tell it's just a distraction. "Maybe we need to look into IVF, or adoption, or—I don't know, something!" he says, his voice full of forced optimism, but the underlying frustration is clear. You're perched on a stool, watching him as he throws himself into work, as usual, when things get tough. "Tony," you say softly, but he doesn't stop moving. "Tony," you repeat, a little louder this time. He finally stops and looks at you, the exhaustion in his eyes evident. "I just... I'm used to fixing things, you know?" he admits, running a hand through his hair. "And this... this I can't fix. Not with money, not with tech, not with anything. I hate it." You stand and walk over to him, placing a hand on his chest. "We don't need to fix this, Tony. We need to figure out how to live with it." He pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head. "I just want you to be happy," he murmurs. You lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I am happy. With you. That's what matters." Tony sighs, holding you a little tighter. "We'll figure it out, hun. We always do. I just don't want you to ever think this is your fault." You nod against his chest, knowing that, as usual, Tony's trying to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when it's something neither of you can control.

Peter Parker:
Peter's sitting next to you on the couch, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, clearly unsure of what to say. "I... I didn't think this would be so hard," he admits, glancing at you with those big, puppy-dog eyes full of worry. You can see the sadness in his face, but also the determination. "I mean, we've been through tough stuff before, right? We'll get through this, too." You nod, but the ache in your chest doesn't go away. "What if we don't, Peter?" you ask quietly, voicing the fear you've both been avoiding. He looks down at his hands, his brow furrowing in thought. "Then... then we'll figure something else out. There are so many kids who need families, right? And I'm okay with that, if you are." He pauses, looking at you with so much love and sincerity that it makes your heart ache. "I don't care how we get there. I just want to build a life with you, no matter what that looks like." He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you. That's never going to change. You and me? We're enough. We'll always be enough." His words are simple, but they're exactly what you need to hear, and you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Peter." He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around you protectively. "We'll be okay," he whispers, and for the first time in a while, you start to believe it.