História Bucky Barnes X Reader - Drabbles - I'm Pregnant, Drawing, and Heroic Actions

51. “I’m pregnant.”

You knew Bucky was almost sleeping, laying comfortably on the gigantic bed embracing you in his strong arms.

But that was no excuse to pretend paying attention you tell him how you and Wanda had ran into a girl you hated that afternoon.

“And then she said the Avengers are nothing but a package of destruction, causing more damage than good.”

“’S bad, doll,” Bucky mumbled, his face on the pillow with his eyes closed and your head on his chest, his hands loosely draped around you.

“Bucky, what did I just say?” you smirked, a plan forming in your mischievous mind.

“’S good, doll,” his voice came out even more sleepy, lower. It never failed to send chills up your spine.

You had a feeling he was more aware of his dream than of your words.

“Bucky, I gotta tell you something.”    

He tried to keep his attention on you, but the last mission had been so exhausting and long that it seemed Morpheus himself was singing a lullaby in Bucky’s ear.

“I’m pregnant.”

His eyes shot open, he was completely awake.

“What did you just say?”

Instead of answering, you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. Bucky kept calling you, desperate to be sure if there would be a little Avenger running wild in a few months.

Finally, you managed to keep enough oxygen on your lungs to say, “I was just,” breath, laugh again, “trying to,” breath, “get your,” breath, “your attention.”

And laugher broke out of you again.

It took Bucky a couple of seconds before his deep laugh joined in the calm sounds of your bedroom.

“I’m sorry, doll,” his lips left a kiss on your temple. “Though I wouldn’t really be disappointed if you were.”

Prompt: 52. “Is that a drawing of me?”

You were super excited, you had discovered something new about your powers.

You and Wanda were practicing and then suddenly a wave of shocks escaped from your hands. There were no previous thoughts, it just simply happened.

The Sokovian looked at you, surprise written all over her face, and met the same expression on your face.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I.”

And there was a person you wanted to show your new abilities: Bucky Barnes.

During this time of the day, he was probably brooding, looking over the window while scribbling something on his notebooks or sketching. Maybe Steve was with him, which would make your job easier, because that something the blonde man needed to know.

It could help during planning on upcoming missions, attacking the attention of the bad guys to distract them from the civilians.

You found Bucky on the third window you checked, a pencil and a notebook in his.

“Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck,” you ran to him and his eyes widened before closing the notebook, not letting you see what was in there.

“What’s up, doll?”

You told him the experience with your new powers, how surprised you were that you spent your whole life without knowing it existed.

He clinged to every word that fell from your lips, his once tense posture from when you walked into the room had melted to the ex-assassin resting his elbows on his knees, the notebook still in hands.

A notebook that had a paper not attached to it inside. A paper that had fallen mid-way off from the notebook.

Your eyes caught the sketch. “Is that a drawing of me?”

His eyes went wide once again and his ears got a light shade of red as he scrambled to hide the drawing in between the pages.

“No, doll, why would you think that?” he scoffed.

You raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk on your lips.

He sighed and ducked his head, his eyes trained on the floor. “It is.”

You sat by his side, excitement taking over you. “May I see?”

Bucky gulped, but nodded. He offered you his notebook and you soon found the one featuring you. Along with plenty others.

The ex-assassin observed you and you observed them all, awestruck at his firm traces, his technique. You had never seen something he drew before.

“Bucky, those are amazing,” you managed to say, which only caused his eyes to move to the floor again. He was so scared you’d be mad that you were his muse.

“Can I see more?”

Heroic Actions

“So Steve just called a fight he clearly couldn’t win?”  you held your stomach as another fit of laughter exploded through your body.

Bucky sighed, a smile on his plumped lips. “That punk has been doing heroic actions since he was born, even if it made his face all bruised and with a broken nose,” he shook his head. “He was really different physically back then. Now I’m certain that in his free time he hides in alleys to protect women from pervs.”

Neither of you knew how right it was.