Marvel Imangines

Surprise Life - B.B

Kiki's POV

Fuck. Shit. Crap. Every cuss word imaginable was going through my head right now. Would he want to keep it? Do I want to keep it?

Staring at this pink stick made me sick to my stomach, literally. I am pregnant with the Winter Soldier's baby. Yes, the master assassin with a metal arm that worked for the Nazi group Hydra. But, fortunately, he is a better person now.

I collapse to the bathroom floor in a sobbing mess, tears running down my face. Unwanted children. Does Bucky want children? My weak hands drop the stick to the ground, making a clanking sound. "No." I whisper. To think I just had a stomach bug. I had taken a day off of work thinking I was sick and didn't to get get anyone else sick. Bucky had still gone to work. So I was home alone. Natasha had bought me the tests as a gag gift for Bucky and I's wedding. But I used them.

I decide to call Nat up to see what I should do.

Hello?

"Hey, Nat. Um, can-can you over?"

Of course. Have you been crying?

"Yeah but please, don't tell anyone you're coming over here. But if they do ask, just tell them you want to just check on me." I request.

I'll be over there soon, hun.

"Okay thanks." I say, hanging up. I crawl up from the floor and grab the stick that changed my fate. I walk to the living room, putting the stick on the counter and sitting on the couch, curling up in my soft blanket.

When Natasha Arrives

Natasha walked in and saw me on the couch with my red eyes. She hustles to hug me. I break down and sob on her shoulders. "Kiki, please tell me what happened." She begged. I try to calm myself down to talk.

"Go...Go look on the counter." I command. She lets go and walks toward the counter, gasping at the sight.

"You're pregnant?" She asked. I nod, but then shrug.

"I mean, I only took one. It could be wrong, right?" I look up at her, hopeful yet scared. She nods.

"Yeah, I guess. But, taking two more wouldn't hurt." She suggests. I nod and walk to the bathroom. Taking two more tests.

Time Skip

Yup, they also said pregnant. I collapse in Nat's arms, my whole body shaking from my sobs. "What am I going to do!?" I cry into her chest. Natasha rubs my back.

"Uh, tell the father, Bucky.....Bucky is the father, right?" She jokefuly asks. I chuckle and nod. That's when a wave of nausea ran over me and I sprinted to the bathroom, throwing up my stomach acid since I have had nothing to eat this whole day. Nat held my hair back and rubbed my back. I shake my head and cry more, creating myself a headache. "Honey, no. You are going to get through this. Don't give me tat shit." She scolds.

"What if he doesn't want it?" I ask into the toilets. Nat hands me a paper towel to clean my mouth. I wipe my mouth and flush it down the toilet.

"Then ask him. I know won't get mad or anything. He will be honest with you in a respectful way." Nat suggest. I shrug and nod. We walk to the kitchen where I sit at the counter. "Have you had something to eat?" She asks. I shake my head.

"I feel too sick to eat. I'll eat when I feel better." I answer. Nat rolls her eyes. "I'm scared to tell Bucky. What if he does get mad?" I worry. Natasha thinks for a bit before answering.

"I...I don't know." My heart started beating out of my chest. Natasha could probably hear it. I started to feel dizzy and grasped the edge of the counter. Nat put a hand on my back. "Just tell him. If you need me to be there, I will. To be moral support or protection..." She offered. I shook my head.

"I'll....I'll tell him by myself." I stated. I stood up and regained my composure. "Thank you, Nat, for everything." I said. We hug and she left. Bucky was supposed to be home in 3 hours. That is more than enough time to prepare what I'm going to say and how to say it.

Time Skip

Bucky texted me that he was on his way home a little bit ago. I picked up the box that had the test in it and sat on the couch waiting for him.

"Angel? I'm home!" He calls, thinking I'm upstairs. I stood up and he got startled. "Oh hey, are you okay?" He asked, walking over and putting his hands on my shoulders. I nod and hesitated. The sooner, the better.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Actually, I found out the foot of why I have been throwing up this past week." I started, twiddling with my fingers. Bucky smiles.

"That's great. What, you taking medicine now?" He asked. I shake my head and hand him the box off the couch. He studies it for a moment. "Whats this?" He asked. I gulp.

"Just open it." I say in a low voice. I could feel it cracking. Bucky eyed me suspiciously but still opened it. Bucky stared at it for a little bit. Trying to figure out what it was.

"Wait." He stared, still looking at it. "What?" He asked in a breathy tone. He finally looked up at me, shock etched on his features. I scanned his face, trying to figure out if its a negative or positive shock. "You're pregnant!?" His exclamation scared me. I tensed up. Bucky waited for my answer. I just nodded, speechless. A big smile broke out on Bucky's face. He picked me up and spun me around, laughing.

He put me down and hugged me. I stood there, frozen with, oddly, fear. Bucky pulled back, still smiling. "you're-You're not mad?" I ask. Bucky laughs.

"Babe, why would I be mad? I know, we never talked about children, but that doesn't mean I don't want them. I have always wanted kids, even back in the 40s." He explains. A small smile snakes its way onto my face. Bucky picked me up and laid me on the couch, climbing on top of me. Using his flesh hand, his gently caressed my stomach.

I watched as Bucky's face turned from happy, to worried. "Whats wrong? Do you not want kids with me?" I ask. Bucky snaps out of his gaze.

"No! I do want children with you. Its just..." He trailed off, glancing at his metal arm.

"Aw, baby-" I mumble, knowing what he means.

"I'm a monster. And monsters can't have children. What if I hurt it? With my night terrors and Hydra still in my brain." He rants. I take one hand and put it on the side of his face, and my other and grabbing his metal arm. I rub my thumb across his cheek while slowly bring his hand to my stomach. He tries resist, but I pull harder. I gently set his hand on my stomach.

"James, you are not going to hurt our kid. Or kids, if you want. I promise. You are going to be a great father." I encourage. Bucky shakes his head. Tears formed in my eyes at the thought of him abandoning me.

"Alright." Bucky says with a slight smile. I felt his metal hand caress my stomach.