Bucky looks over towards Steve nervously as the quinjet approaches the Avengers compound. Very soon they'll be face to face with the rest of the Avengers after not seeing any of them in five years.
Obviously he's afraid of what they'll say and do as soon as they see him. Especially once Tony Stark sees him again.
He's afraid of Tony's reaction the most. Especially so when taking into consideration that Tony's parents were killed by his hands.
Bucky's never been able to forgive himself for that, along with everything else Hydra had made him do. He'll never forgive himself for any of that.
Steve - who's sitting right next to Bucky with their two year old son Francis on his other side - notices Bucky's distress straight away, and takes his flesh hand in his, squeezing it gently in reassurance that everything's going to be okay.
Unfortunately it barely helps Bucky to calm his nerves. He's fucking terrified to face the people that Steve basically turned his back on for him.
He's beginning to wonder why he even let Steve go to Tony Stark and ask if they can stay in the compound until they've found a place of their own.
"Why did I even allow you to ask Stark if we can stay here?" He mutters. "I killed the guys parents after all."
"Everything's going to be okay, Buck." Steve assures him, giving him a quick kiss on the side of his head. "And you know it wasn't your fault what happened to Tony's parents."
"It was still by my own hands." Bucky sighs.
He knows its not his fault for the death of Howard and Maria Stark, but he blames himself regardless. He may not have had control of his own mind, but he still did it.
Steve sighs, shaking his head. "I know, Buck." He says. "But what happened happened. There's nothing we can do about it."
Bucky sighs, resting his head on Steve's shoulder. Steve's right. There's nothing that they can do to change what happened, no matter how much they may want to.
"Daddy? Are we there yet?" Francis asks, tugging on Steve's shirt to get his father's attention. "I wanna see uncle Sam."
"Don't worry, we'll be there soon, bud." Steve assures the two year old, wrapping an arm around his son's shoulders. "And you'll get to meet all of daddy's other friends."
Bucky can't help but smile as he watches Steve and their son. He loves them both very much, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them both safe, along with their unborn child.
He rests a hand on his stomach, rubbing around as he feels a sharp kick from their son inside of him, hissing a little as he kicks a little too rough. Yep. Definitely the child of two super soldiers. This second kid can kick awfully hard when he wants to.
"You okay?" Steve asks, noticing Bucky's discomfort.
"I'm fine." Bucky assures him. "Just this kid kicks way too hard."
"Guess we have a little fighter." Steve says, trying to lighten the mood.
"I want to be a fighter, daddy!" Francis exclaims. "I want to fight bad guys like how you and mommy did!"
Bucky smiles at that. He's glad that their son finds some enjoyment out of his and Steve's tales of way back in the war, but in no way does he want any of their kids to have to do any fighting.
"Well, you're a little too young to do that right now." Steve laughs, shaking his head.
He goes to say more, but is interrupted as T'Challa and Shuri walk over to them.
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Nurture || Stucky (mpreg)
Fanfiction"You know exactly how the others feel about me...." Five years after the skirmish with the Accords, and Bucky is finally free from Hydra's programming, he and Steve return to America from their stay in Wakanda and move into the Avengers facility to...
