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It Happened-Chapter 4: Huh?

Word Count: 2039

You turned around, eyes glued to the floor, you couldn’t will yourself to look Steve in the face. You tried to walk around him, but he stopped you before you could make it out of his reach.

“Y/N, don’t walk away from me. I’m not going to ask you again…are you pregnant?” His eyes were willing you to look at him.

You sighed, you weren’t in the mood to talk about this right now, you just wanted to shut yourself off from the world. “Yea, Steve, I am.”

His head dropped as he ran a hand down his face, like all the stress of the world had fallen on him. “Please tell me the baby isn’t Bucky’s?” His voice falters for a second, “It’s mines, right?”

Your head snapped up, you couldn’t believe he would think you’d hurt him on that kind of level. What kind of person did he think you were? Probably the type that Sharon said you were. Before you could reply, Bucky spoke up.

“For Christ's sake Steve, after all the crap that ditzy ass dame just spewed out of her mouth, that’s what the fuck you want to talk about?”

Steve turned and stared angrily at Bucky, “I wouldn’t have to ask my wife any of this if you would have kept your fucking paws off her.”

“She shouldn’t have been your wife in the first fucking place.” Bucky roared back.

They started to walk towards each other, both men amped up and ready to strike. Wanda, bless the darling, had enough initiative to use her powers to stop them in place before they reached each other.

Sam held his hands out on either side to both men, “Okay, you four…” he briefly eyed the two couples, “…need to have a sit-down and talk to each other, before someone gets hurt any further or worse. Do you need me to mediate?”

“No, I think we all can agree to be civil, for the baby’s sake at least.” Natasha had spoken out of nowhere, she’d been silent the whole time, save for her comment to Sharon.

Your thought to leave still nagged at you, but you knew this talk had to happen or it was never going to. You also had your own questions that you needed answered. You proceeded to walk towards your bedroom, Steve grabbed your hand as you made your way. You snatched it back, being all lovey-dovey was the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

You sat on the bed, as Steve made his way to the chair nearest you, you watched as Bucky came and took a seat on the couch. Natasha shut the door behind her and went to sit near Bucky, but he pulled her into his lap.

Your eyebrows shot up and you snorted lightly at the gesture. These men and their possessiveness, you thought to yourself.

No one spoke for what felt like an eternity and you were getting antsy. “So, are we just going to sit here brooding, or are we going to actually talk?” you said to no one in particular.

Steve looked at you, “Is the baby mines Y/N?”

“We didn’t make love until after you knocked her up,” Bucky emphasized, contempt laced his voice.

Steve looked at him with a fire lit in his eyes, then back to you. “So, you had sex with him, even though you knew you were pregnant?”

You could hear the anger in his voice, but you had to take your medicine no matter how bitter. “Yes”, was all you could meekly get out.

Steve huffed and cracked his knuckles, “How can you say love me, and do all of this to me, to our child?”

You shook your head, willing yourself not to cry, “Steve I made a mistake, I’m sorry.”

Bucky sighed, “It wasn’t a mistake Y/N, I know you still love me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let it happen.” Your eyes turned to fire at his words, heat coursing through your veins, you charged up toward him.

“Why do you insist on ruining my life, you left me to be with her.” You pointed to Natasha, “What is it, huh, do you hate me that much that you can’t stand the sight of me being happy with someone else?”

Bucky’s face fell at your comment, “You think I hate you, after all of this, after what I told you that night?” He tried to reach for your hand but you stepped back.

Steve spoke up from where he was, “So, why?” Steve walked over to Bucky, stepping in front of you, his body shielding you from Bucky. “Bucky you’re my God damn best friend, why would you do this to me?”

Bucky huffed as his eyes shifted towards the ground, unable to look Steve in the face. “You think it was easy for me to watch you take my gal and marry her?” Steve looked at you from over his shoulder then back at Bucky. “You didn’t even hesitate, did you? Steve, you sit here acting like I betrayed you, but you betrayed me first. I would never date one of your girls.”

“So, because it’s me and not some guy you don’t know, that’s why you did this. You don’t hate me or her, you just don’t want us together?” Steve spoke, trying to get an understanding of what was going through Bucky’s head.

“That’s not fair, to me or Steve. Bucky, you’re making it like we were still together when Steve and I started dating. You let me go, I was free to date who I wanted.” You shifted to Steve’s side, your hand trembling, you slowly grabbed a hold of his hand to show Bucky. You feared Steve would move away from your touch.

Bucky eyes darted to your hands interlocked with Steve’s, then to Steve’s face and finally to yours, staring into your eyes like he was trying to touch your soul. “Once mine, always mine. I thought after you saw everything that happened between Natalia and me, since our finding each other again, that you’d understand that doll.” Steve’s grip tightened on your hand, it isn’t painful, but it's uncomfortable.

“Then, I overhear that she’s carrying your baby, instead of mines, Steve you had to have known that would fuck with me on the inside.”

You looked weirdly at him, you hadn’t told him until after you two had, had sex. Seeing the confused look on your face, he explained. “I heard your conversation with Dr. Cho when I was near the labs the day you found out. I knew I had to do something then, before you told Steve about the baby or I was never going to get my Y/N back.”

Hesitation showed in his demeanor, while Natasha had, had enough. “Just tell them already James, you sound like a villain laying out their master plan, before killing their enemy.”

Your eyes darted to Natasha and back to him, she was being weirdly calm about the whole situation. It irked your whole entire being. Bucky sighed, “Y/N I had planned to ask you to become my…” he looked at Natasha and then back to you. “Our girlfriend.” He gestured to him and Natasha, “I was trying to give you some time to deal with everything and let your feelings settle down, but before I could get the chance to ask you, Steve and you had started dating. I tried to wait until you two fell apart on your own, but then you,” he pointed at Steve “just had to go and marry her.”

You and Steve stood there wide-eyed and temporarily flabbergasted, though you recovered quicker than Steve. “So, hold up, let me get this straight, you thought you’d just ask me to become a threesome with you and your wife, who you cheated on me with and that I’d say yes and pop out however many babies you wanted and that it would all be fine and hunky-dory???”

Natasha came to Bucky’s side and held his hand, she rallied in his defense. “No, he loves you Y/N, we would all be equal partners, an actual polyamorous relationship, not just sex and mating.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and from her of all people. Steve apparently had heard enough. “Natasha, you can’t be seriously condoning this?” Suddenly you remembered your questions from earlier and snatched your hand back from Steve.

“You’re worried about her condoning this, but you have yet to explain why the fuck you were at Sharon’s all week, and discussing fucking Natasha, with her.” You huffed at the end, suddenly winded from getting all that out. You stepped away and turned to face Steve, staring into his eyes. “Did you sleep with her?”

Steve scoffed, “No, God how could you think I’d do something like that to you?”

You walk up to him slowly, “You disappear for a week, without telling a soul where you’re at, turns out you’re staying at your ex’s…”

“She’s NOT my ex!” Steve yells, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Your eyebrows shot up, “Oh, I’m sorry, I mean your “flunky". You roll your eyes, “Turns out you’re at her home this whole time, sharing deep secrets with her like you’re at summer camp.” You began to pace the floor, “Like the fact that you have a past with your best friend’s wife, that you didn’t feel obligated to share with him or me, and let’s not forget the cherry on top of this fucked up sundae-you still want to fuck her.”

“It wasn’t like that Y/N, I was just blowing off some steam.” Steve stepped back and fell into the couch.

You scoffed, crossing the short distance between you two, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you want to fuck Natasha?”

He stared at you silently, you didn’t have to search his eyes long to get the answer, his silence didn’t help either. You turned away shaking your head, with a small laugh. Steve was always easy to read, and it seemed to have gotten impossible for him to lie to you at all since you two had gotten married.

You muttered, “Go ahead.”

“What?” was everyone’s response, you’d forgotten that Bucky and Natasha were even in the room.

You turned to face Steve, so he wouldn’t miss hearing you a second time. “I said go ahead, fuck her. I won’t stop you.” Steve looked at you in shock, Bucky sat with his mouth gaped open like a fish and Natasha’s face held her usual look of indifference. Steve tried to speak, but you held up your hand to stop him, you softened your demeanor.

“It’s ok Steve, really, it’s only fair.” You walked up to him and touched the side of his face gently, “It seems like we both were just trying to replace someone we lost, and that isn’t love, Steve. I think we need some time apart, it would help us figure out if that’s all this is, or if our relationship is more than just that.”

Steve stood up, shaking his head in disagreement, “No Y/N, I just found out your pregnant, you can’t just leave.”

“Steve, I’m pregnant, not handicap. I’m not leaving forever, I just need to clear my head, there’s a lot going on that I’m trying to process.” You squeezed his hand to reassure him.

Natasha chimed in, “Y/N my 2 cents may not be worth much here, but being pregnant and alone doesn’t seem like the greatest idea.”

You looked at her with a smirk on your face, “Thanks Nat, but I’ll manage.” You turned to walk past Bucky to get to your room to collect your things. Bucky reached out and held onto your hand. “Doll, please don’t go.”

You snatched away from him. “STOP!” You saw him step back, sadness shown in his blue eyes. You wriggled & twisted your hands in one another, “You’ve done…” You shook your head, “We’ve done enough already.” You continued to your bedroom and locked the door behind you.

Bucky fell into the seat across from Steve, they both sat still, with looks of defeat across their faces, so Nat cleared her throat to get their attention. “So…what now fellas?”

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Nobody Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You and Bucky don’t have the normal kind of history with each other, Ex’s are supposed to avoid each other, aren’t they?

This here is my first Tumblr fanfiction that I have written to post ever. I wrote this for @ruckystarnes Summer of AUs challenge.

Prompt: #15. Exes AU

Warnings: Jealousy, Violence, Intimidation tactics, Std mention, lies

A/N: I got the idea for this story, after hearing the song Boyfriend by Ariana Grande & Social House.

Excuse my summary, I really suck at them. This is actually mild for me, so I don’t believe I need an 18+ warning. Enjoy!

Waking up had been an ice-cold splash of water to your brain, you didn’t think you would ever see his face again. Or at least you thought you would be over him by now. A year apart with no contact should be enough time to get over someone right? Oh who were you kidding, the minute you two had locked eyes at Sam’s welcome home party, you knew shit wasn’t over with. If that wasn’t enough to convince you, the surge of jealously you felt when you saw James Buchanan Barnes with his date for the evening, was painful confirmation. Removing yourself from your own mind, you looked away from the body that lay next to you in bed and made to get up from the bed. As you walked in all your naked glory, you began to reminisce on how you had gotten to this familiar point.

At the party you quickly looked away from Bucky’s gaze, turning your back towards your former flame. Throwing back your shot of liquid courage, your brain began to work on a plan to run the latest of Bucky’s flings, off.

For years since your 1st breakup, you and Bucky had a sort of unspoken agreement that neither of you would date anyone else. So of course when either of you did attempt to move on, the other would run the poor, unsuspecting person off in various ways.

Such as the time when you both were in high school, and Bucky was upset about you not being his date to the Senior prom. He had roughed up your date in the middle of the evening out of your sight. Leaving you to wonder where your date had run off to. The poor guy was so shook, he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the time that was left of the school year.

You retaliated a couple of months later when you and he were in college, spilling your very full red Solo cup of beer on the unsuspecting girl he had been flirting with at the first party your mutual group of friends had decided to attend.

Then there was the time he lied to your blind date that Nat and Wanda had set you up with, telling the guy that you had given him crabs. You obviously never heard back from that guy again.

There was also the time right after Bucky had come home from being honorably discharged from the Army, after losing one of his arms. Steve had mistakenly slipped and mentioned that Bucky’s “work wife” would be attending the party also. You had convinced your little sister from the Big Sister/Little Sister program to run into the party yelling “Daddy” and attaching herself to Bucky’s legs, while you berated him in front of everyone about abandoning you and “his child”, turning to the work wife and telling her that he owed thousands in child support. Needless to say, you didn't ever see her around again.

None of these incidences ever ended without an argument between you two, which would lead to makeup sex. Except you two never made up, one of you always waking up the morning after and sneaking out, leaving the other to awaken to a cold, lonely bed. Your friends thought the way you and Bucky treated each other was absurd and weird. It was clearly an unhealthy situation, but you knew he loved you and you loved him. You two just had your own screwed up way of showing it.

That was just it though, you loved him way too deeply, too much for your own good. As you began to wash your hands, so you could exit the bathroom, Bucky stepped in and began to plant kisses along your neck and shoulder. A moan tried to bubble itself up from within your throat, but you smothered it down and stepped away from him. I’m tired of the games, this needs to end.

You stared into his eyes, “James we need to talk.”

Before you could finish the sentence, Bucky began to shake his head no. “Every time you call me by my first name, it’s to start an argument.”

You huffed to yourself while picking up your clothing, “You only think that because you’re stubborn and don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

He reached to snatch your clothing out of your grip while raising his voice an octave.”Because you always say the same thing, every time we discuss quote, unquote us.”

You held the clothing behind your back, out of his reach, “You see, you know exactly what we need to discuss, and yet you choose to shut down every time without hearing me out, I’m sick of it!” you yelled.

You and he stood still, staring each other down in challenge, your eyes broke away first. “I’m tired of the tit for tat Bucky, this needs to end.”

He takes a seat on the bed while rubbing his hand down his face. “What are you talking about Y/N?”

“This nonsense of you and I disrupting each other from moving on. We’re getting too old for this game babe.” You walked to stand between his legs, lifting his chin with your hand.

“I thought I would be ok with having just part of you, on occasion, but it isn’t enough. I want all of you Bucky or none of you.”

Bucky got up and walked around you, dressing himself as he spoke. “Y/N you know why we can’t be together.”

You turned to face his back as he looked out of the window. “Yeah, we can’t because you won’t get out of your own head.” “You keep trying to shield me by telling me you're a train wreck, and that you have issues, but I don’t care if you do.” Closing the distance between the two of you, you wrapped your arms under his arm and around his body. “Why can’t we work on them together.”

He turned to face you, instinctively wrapping his arm around you, too. “How do I know you won’t run off when things get too real?”

Looking at him in surprise, you began to laugh, “Are you kidding me, how many more girls do I need to scare away to get you to see that I don’t want you to see nobody else?” You’re it for me Barnes, so what do you say?”

He looked at you mischievously and started to unbutton his shirt. You stopped his hand in motion, “What are you doing? We just got dressed.” He pushed you to the bed and climbed on top of you, “I figured we should christen the start of our new relationship.” He then dove for your neck, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

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