Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Accidents

Summary: You went to one of Tony Stark's parties and end up in bed with Bucky. You end up carrying his child but he doesn't know. You're in an accident and your daughter is sent to live with her father for a while.

Warnings: sadness?

Length: 2.9k

You were twenty-three when it happened. 

Somehow, an invitation ended up in your mailbox. An invitation to one of Tony Stark's New Year's parties. You two were friends back in the day, but since he started doing his superhero business, you didn't talk much. 

Of course you went to the party. What was the worst that could happen?

You showed up in a knee length blue dress and heels. Tony saw you and gave you a hug. He already had a drink waiting for you. 

"You never forget, do you?" You asked. 

"Nope. How could anyone forget that you drink orange juice, sprite, and vodka together?" He grinned. "And you used to be an agent." 

"That was for a year, Tony. Then I got hurt and-"

"You ended up with a coma and concussion and nearly died, I know. You look better, though. Well, happier, I mean." 

"I am." It was true. After your accident you went back to school for psychology. Now you were a therapist, specially certified to help anyone with PTSD or anything of the like. 

Tony's party had music and food, and of course drinks and dancing. It was nice to be able to relax and push your worries aside. 

But the night got better when you met him. 

His blue eyes sparkled and he had a slight smile on his face. A charming smile, really. He asked you to dance without even bothering to ask you for your name. 

He was a good dancer. Really good. 

"So, do I get the pleasure of knowing the pretty girl's name?" 

You thought for a moment. "No. But you can call me yours for the night." 

"I'd like that very much." 

You knew damn well who he was. You knew his past and what he had done, and yet he was sweet and smooth. Bucky Barnes was the sweetest man you'd ever met, except for maybe your father and grandfather.

That was one of the reasons you went to bed with him that night. Maybe the alcohol aided a little. Or a lot.

You woke up with his arms around you. With a groggy groan, you looked at the clock. There was a moment of confusion before you realized you had to be to work in an hour. 

It would take at least forty-five minutes to cross the city at this time of morning. You had to quickly get dressed and leave. 

All you had time to do was leave a quick little note. 

Sorry, work

And then you were gone. 

But when Bucky woke, he sat up and looked around for you. His eyes settled on the note and he sulked. 

"Didn't even get her name..." 

Around the beginning of March, you woke up feeling sick. Luckily for you, it was a day off. 

You didn't get sick often, but when you did, it was awful. You spent most of the day throwing up and in bed with a headache. As the day continued, your body began to hurt.