Different oneshots between Marvel Cinematic Universe's Bucky Barnes X Y/n (Female Reader) Most of them are an alternative universe, so doesn't match the mcu Storyline, some do, some don't, some oneshots are big, most are average sized or small, (In...
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The morning sun bathed your shared apartment in a golden glow. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the fruity aroma of strawberry juice as you sipped slowly, savoring the calm before the storm.
You'd been nervous all morning. The pregnancy test on the bathroom counter had confirmed what you already suspected. The two little lines had set your heart racing and your hands trembling. You were ready to tell Bucky, but timing was everything.
Bucky shuffled into the kitchen, still shirtless, his hair tousled and sleep-heavy. His steel arm gleamed faintly in the sunlight as he rubbed his eyes. He was always a sight in the morning, equal parts soft and strong.
"Morning, doll," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss your temple.
"Morning," you replied, your voice shakier than intended.
Bucky's brows knitted slightly, but he didn't press. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. You relaxed into his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding you.
But the peace didn't last long.
You took another sip of your juice, and suddenly, a stray gulp went down the wrong pipe. You started coughing violently, doubling over slightly.
Bucky's grip tightened. "Y/N? What's wrong?!"
When you pulled away, red droplets clung to your lips. Bucky's eyes widened in panic.
"You're coughing blood!" His voice was frantic, his pulse quickening under your touch as he cupped your face, scanning for other signs of distress.
You tried to stop him. "Bucky, it's—"
But before you could explain, he bolted for the door, still barefoot. "I'll be right back! Don't move!"
You sighed, staring at the empty doorway, knowing exactly where he was headed. "It's strawberry juice," you muttered to no one in particular, resting your head in your hands.
Ten minutes later, the door swung open, and Bucky burst in, clutching a bag from the pharmacy. His chest was heaving as he knelt in front of you, placing a hand on your forehead and the other on your wrist to check your pulse.
"Are you dizzy? Does your chest hurt? I got cough syrup, some herbal tea, and—"
You couldn't help but laugh softly, despite his obvious concern. "Bucky."
He froze, his hands stilling. His wide, worried eyes met yours. "What?"
"It wasn't blood," you said gently, holding back a grin. "It was strawberry juice. I just... coughed."
Bucky blinked, his expression a mix of disbelief and relief. He sat back on his heels, letting out a shaky breath. "Strawberry juice?"
"Strawberry juice."
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Doll, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
You reached out, taking his hands in yours, your earlier nerves creeping back. Now was the moment.
"Bucky, there's... actually something I need to tell you."
He looked at you, the panic fading into quiet curiosity. "What is it?"
You took a deep breath, squeezing his hands for courage. "This morning, I took a pregnancy test."
His brows furrowed, his head tilting slightly. Then, realization dawned in his eyes.
"And...?"
You smiled, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's positive. You're going to be a dad, Buck."
For a moment, he didn't move. His mouth opened slightly, as if searching for words that wouldn't come. Then, slowly, his lips curved into the softest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen.
"You're serious?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes.
He surged forward, wrapping you in a fierce embrace, burying his face in your neck. His metal arm, cool against your skin, trembled slightly as he held you.
"I—" he started, pulling back just enough to look at you. "I don't know what to say. This is... amazing. You're amazing."
You laughed through your tears, wiping at his cheek as he kissed your palm.
"Are you scared?" you asked softly, knowing how much his past haunted him.
"A little," he admitted, his voice steady. "But we'll figure it out. Together."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand resting protectively on your stomach. "I already love this kid more than I thought I could."
And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his love and the promise of your future, you knew everything would be just fine.
