Avengers Oneshots

Pretty Little Wolf?(part two)|Stucky

A/N: Hi. I wanted to continue past what I already have from the Halloween special, so here it is. Told from Bucky's point of view and as always...Steve x Bucky.

I watched Steve curiously as the blonde baked in the kitchen. There was something peaceful about watching the tall, buff man with a beautiful face and kind eyes bake bread, cookies, cakes, and brownies in his kitchen at home for his bakery.

Steve was at peace with the fact that I was preggers and that I would be irrational sometimes because I was preggers and he'd already dealt with a craving. I had craved something completely out of the ordinary, a dish I hadn't tasted in thirteen years, back when I still hated it: stroganoff. My mother's recipe, no less and, surprisingly enough, Steve got pretty damn close to the flavor I wanted, only being a little off on the amount of cream put into the sauce and the way the beef was cooked. But it was close enough for me.

Steve threw me out of my thoughts by planting a kiss on my hairline as he placed a plate of samples from his baking in front of me. I had secretly wanted to taste what he baked, how the fuck did he know?

"Buck, do ya wanna come help out at the bakery?" Steve asked, his hand on top of mine. I nodded, feeling a little distracted. "Cool. What do you know how to do?"

"Uh... I can clean and organize... I don't know if I trust myself to do anything else in a kitchen." I replied, doing my best not to bite into my tongue or lips again, especially after they just stopped being bloody and ripped and chapped for the first time since I was ten. I bit into a piece of bread instead, feeling the light, fluffy texture on my tongue.

Steve nodded. "We need help with organization anyway. Between Tony, Loki, Clint, Bruce, and I, we all lack organizational skills." Steve explained, trying not to seem too embarrassed. I smiled, nodding in understanding as I tried a chocolate chip cookie.

"I'd be happy to help." I assured him. Besides that, I want to make sure that my baby is raised in a safe and loving environment, just like any parent would, and really can you blame me? I'm a half-breed that was sold into slavery without a name, so there's a chance that my child is a half-breed too.

Steve gave me one of his sweatshirts and a pair of jeans to go with the T-shirt I was already wearing. The jeans fit pretty well, but the sweatshirt was several sizes too big for me. The only reason the jeans fit was because my hips are trying to get wider. The sweater was perfect for me though. I could hide my whole body in it if I wanted to and it smelled like Steve.

Steve blushed as soon as he saw me wearing his sweatshirt and he ducked his head down to tie his already-tied shoes.

"I need shoes, Stevie." I murmured, putting on the socks I had been wearing during the night last night. Steve nodded, before heading off to retrieve a pair of shoes I could wear. He came back with a pair of Doc Martin boots.

"Here, Buck. These might fit you." Steve said, handing them to me, his face still bright red. I sat down and pulled the boots on before lacing them up and pulling myself off the ground with the table.

"Perfect fit. Thanks, Stevie." I grinned, following the blushing man out of the apartment. He drove us to the bakery that doubled as a coffee shop. A person with long hair sighed heavily upon seeing Steve.

"Good morning, Loki." Steve greeted them. Loki avoided eye contact with him before looking at me. My ears twitched, causing Loki to look hopeful.

"Who is the hybrid behind you, Steven?" Loki asked, more to me than Steve.

"Uh. Hi. I'm Bucky. I'm a male wolf/human hybrid." I said hesitantly, knowing my canines were in full view now that I was talking. "Steve brought me here so I can help clean and organize."