Breakthrough

by abstractnerddreams, SadisticDarling03

Summary:

Prevented from parts of an alpha's natural instincts, prevented from rutting, The Winter Soldier was HYDRA's best asset. But what happens when on a rather routine mission he catches the scent of a very specific omega. His omega. The mate he didn't even know it was possible to have. Your simple scent broke through to him, dragging the alpha back where it belongs. He tracks you down, needing to ease your heat and satisfy the first rut he’s had in decades.

In the grips of your required heat, an unknown alpha seemingly materializes out of thin air in your room. An alpha in full rut and very clearly there for you. There's no fear though, because even if you weren't in heat you recognized this alpha was your alpha.

But when you wake up after your heat is over, he's gone. And the only reason you don't believe that it wasn't all just some kind of heat induced fever dream is the marks riddled across your body.

It's not long before you realize that wasn't the only thing he left you with.

Chapter 1

This is your mission.   

Wait for the target to return.  

Eliminate. Gather the intelligence. Clean up.  

When it’s done, return to base.  

Understood?  

The Winter Soldier shifted slightly in his hide, not because he was uncomfortable, but because his senses had picked up on new information. A new scent filtered into his mind. Faint, brought by the change in wind. An omega. One in pre-heat. There was the faintest of stirrings in his brain, like a forgotten thought breathed new life by the scent. He blinked, shaking his head slightly and readjusted his eye back through the scope. His mission wasn’t an omega, and the intel had nothing on one. Just one of the many people moving about the city sprawling out below where he was settled.   

Being an alpha, his senses had been strong to begin with, but when he became The Soldier, they had enhanced so much that there was a good chance the scent was reaching him from a kilometer or more away. The wind shifted once more, and the traces of scent disappeared. Focusing back fully to the hunt, he waited.   

Training kept him almost perfectly still the entire time, able to wait however long it took. The cocktail of drugs they gave him not only masked his scent, so he couldn’t be discovered that way, but also suppressed any kind of instinctual response his body would have to other designations. Without those reactions, they never had to bother with sending handlers with him. Between the serum running through his body and the way he could handle that cocktail of drugs to make him into the perfect killing machine, he was HYDRA’s best agent.   

With a failure rate that was nearly nonexistent, HYDRA sent him out for the particularly tricky missions. The ones where failure was not only unacceptable but risked ruining everything that HYDRA had been working towards for more than 70 years. Two days of waiting and he finally caught the scent of the man that was his mission. They didn’t always have a scent profile for him to work with, but this was a time that he did.   

Automatically, his body snapped into full awareness, his eye trained on the street below as he searched. And there he was, just as intel said he would be. The Soldier followed his progress on the sidewalk below, watching as the man entered his high rise apartment building. Waiting until a light in the window intel listed as his flicked on. He quickly packed his gear, strapping the bag across his back as he stood.   

Standing on the edge, he aimed and deployed the line that would take him from the building he had chosen as his vantage point. Gliding silently across the distance, he rolled as he landed, on his feet and darting across the roof to the access point. It didn’t take him long to gain access to the apartment. Even less time to eliminate the target. Gathering the data and the cleanup took a little longer. But from the point he sighted the target to the point he was back across and landing on the roof of his starting point, less than 20 minutes had elapsed.   

He double checked that he had left no evidence behind of where he had hidden, checked to make sure all his weapons and tools were secure. Satisfied, The Soldier jogged across the roof towards the opposite side and focused on his return back to base.   

Nearly three quarters of a kilometer away from the target’s building the wind shifted, blowing across his face as he paused to decide on the best possible route out of the city. His whole body went taut as a wire, stiffening as that scent he had briefly caught two days ago slammed into him. For a long moment, his body and mind warred with each other. And then he turned in the opposite direction he had intended to go, following the scent.   

His mind was a single track now, the need to mate overwhelming and shoving everything else out. But he didn’t want just any omega. No, he needed this omega . In a way his body hadn’t needed one in he didn’t even know how long. As her scent got stronger in his nose, as he tracked her, heat coursed through him. Despite the drugs that had worked for decades, his body was racing fast towards the first rut he would have in nearly 50 years.   

The scent filled him; a mix of cloves cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg. For a moment it reminded him of something, something that had been buried so deep in his brain he couldn’t really grasp it. There was just an impression of laughter, joy, love. The vague sense of memory faded away before he could fully grasp it, shoved aside as his instincts pushed him to move faster. It was late, the deepest part of the night, so there weren’t many people out. And those that were, caught sight of him and quickly hurried away. They didn’t know who or what he was, but they could sense the danger that rippled off him.  

It didn’t take him long before he found the building. It was a three-story brownstone situated on an alley. Circling the block, he studied it from every angle, analyzing the façade carefully. His mind was focused on the task at hand, on getting to the goal. Getting to his omega, mating with her. Easing her heat, satisfying his rut. Claiming her as his own.   

Scaling the building was easy, figuring out exactly what window he needed was a little harder. But not impossible for someone like him.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You’d been nesting for the past two days; making everything perfect, satisfying that deep need that triggered as you entered your pre-heat stages. You’d finally gone to bed, snuggled down in it, satisfied and falling asleep quickly. Only to be woken hours later, pain rippling through you, fever spiking as your heat hit with full force.   

Heats were something you detested. You didn’t hate that you were an omega, what was the point, but you hated the inconveniences that heats caused. It’s why you took suppressants. But, unless you wanted to risk serious permanent or even fatal damage, after suppressing four heats in a row, you had no choice but to allow one to occur. Kicking off the blankets that had tangled around you, you found yourself panting a little as you curled into a ball with the new wave of pain wracking through your body.   

Perched on the window ledge, The Soldier pulled a knife out to make a careful, neat incision in the screen covering the window he had chosen as his entry point. He could hear the low whimper you were making with no problem at all, even through the glass. It was urging him on. As he slipped the knife between the top and bottom portions of the window, the thought crossed his mind that these old fashioned frames should have been replaced years ago.   

But he was glad they hadn’t, it made it easier for him. In quick order, he was tucking the knife back away and easing the window up. Your scent washed over him; perfect, heady, and strong and a shiver ran over his body in response as he dropped a leg inside. Ducking through, he heard you whimper again as he straightened, automatically shutting the window as his eyes swept over the room.   

Sweat had popped up over your skin, and you groaned in frustration as you sat up. What were you thinking putting pajamas on knowing your heat was so close. Now, your body was desperate to be free of the fabric as it rubbed against your oversensitive skin. A shadow moved in the corner of your eye, and your head swung towards it in confusion.   

You studied the corner of the room, watching as the shadows there seemed to condense and shift. The he stepped forward, eyes burning into you, and you froze. Brain fuzzy as it was, you blinked several times as you wondered if the fever was making you hallucinate.   

But then his scent flowed over you, smelling like your favorite time of year, smelling like autumn leaves. You knew. You knew he was as real as you were, and that he was an alpha in rut. The part of your brain that wasn’t quite completely swallowed up in your heat gave up the idea that you should be screaming, running, fleeing. This was a strange alpha who had literally broken into your room.   

As he stepped closer to your nest however, that part was squashed as your need overcame everything. He was pulling things off the odd black outfit he was wearing, dropping them to the ground as he stalked closer to you. Slick practically flooded out of you at his approach, you could feel it dripping down your thighs.   

When you whimpered as a new wave of pain gripped you, The Soldier kicked his boots off and climbed into the nest you had made yourself. Your eyes widened slightly, but there was no scent of fear off you. You just whimpered again. Your scent was everywhere, and he could not seem to get enough of it.   

Hulking over you as he settled on his knees in front of you, he reached behind him, pulling the knife situated at his lower back out of his sheath. Your eyes dropped to it, but still there was no fear. Though a frisson ran through you when he reached out. Turning the knife in his hand so that the spine of the blade rested against your skin, he drew it down the center of the shirt you were wearing.   

The fabric parted with barely a whisper of sound. Your pupils swallowed your irises, blotting out the color completely as you held yourself completely still except for the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He pulled the fabric away from your chest, tossing it aside even as he turned the knife to give the shorts covering you the same treatment.   

In moments, you were completely bare, the cool air of your room brushing over your skin as the knife he had used disappeared behind him. For the first time, you realized he was wearing a mask that covered half his face. Even as another roll of pain tore a new whimper from you, you reached up wanting to take it off.   

Quick as a snake, his hand snatched your wrist and stopped you short. Your forehead wrinkled, your eyes searching his as need built to an impossible height in you. Using the one thing you truly had in your arsenal, you let out a low whine. He blinked, responding to it without even knowing why.   

His hand released your wrist, and you closed the rest of the distance and pulled his mask off. When another wave of pain hit you, the involuntary whimper spilling out of you, any semblance of control he had over himself snapped.   

Growling, his arms wrapped around you as he dragged you against his body. Your eyes fluttered close as his nose ran up your neck, as he scented you. Hands tugging on the fabric he was frustratingly still wearing, you let out a huff when you couldn’t figure out how to remove any of it. You wanted his skin against yours, wanted his scent all over you.   

He pushed you back, satisfied when you let him. With one hand, he rolled you over, pulling you back up to your knees before his fingers dived inside of you and his other hand tugged on his clothes. You clamped around them, pulling a low growl from him as he worked himself free of his clothes.   

Unable to wait any longer, he gave up, he’d freed his rock hard aching cock and that would have to do for now. When he took his fingers away, you whined at the loss even as his body curled over your back. Teeth scraping over your shoulder, over the back of your neck as his fingers gripped your hips and he plunged deep inside of you. So desperate that you barely even registered the fact that one of his hands was cool metal.  

A satisfied huff sounded in your ear as he bottomed out, a sound that was repeated as you felt that dizzy feeling of fullness that your body craved. Then he growled, leaning up for better leverage as his thrust into you. As he buried himself in you over and over, driving you both to the edge of delirium. Without breaking his pace, keeping you steady with one hand, he managed to get the tactical vest he wore and his undershirt off so that when he dragged you up against his chest.  

As he rutted into you, he licked and nipped at your neck, his hand sliding up to collar around your throat. Your head tipped back, your eyes on his. There was so much he saw in your eyes. It pulled at him, driving him to tip your head back farther as he captured your mouth.   

The kiss was as dominating and rough as the way he was taking you. The roughness of it, of him, pushed you closer and closer to relief. He broke the kiss, his mouth traveling back down your neck; teeth nipping and scraping across your skin. Your entire body shuddered with pleasure as he sucked over your pulse.   

There was a stuttering in his pace, the feeling of tugging as his knot started to inflate and catch inside of you. Somehow knowing you needed that final push, he bit down on the crook of your neck, over the spot where he would claim you. He didn’t bite hard enough to break the surface, but you erupted as if he had.  

A rush of slick poured out of you as you came, your body bowed back against his as he buried himself deep inside of you for a final time. His knot caught as he spilled hot inside of you, the heat from it radiating through you as aftershocks rolled through you. His mouth released as you slumped in his arm, sated for the moment. Your fever eased and the pain pushed away.   

Tightening his arm around you, The Soldier stretched out with you. You had already started to slip into a doze, and despite not being used to any of this anymore, he found himself rubbing his face against the back of your neck. Nuzzling against you and triggering your purring. The sound relaxed him, pulling him inexorably into sleep as he remained locked together with you.   

Chapter 2

A soft sound had The Soldier’s eyes snapping open. You were curled against him, your body hot as another wave of your heat started. He could smell it coming, but for the moment you were still asleep. He was still wearing his pants and he worked them off and kicked them to the bottom of your nest. Then he rolled over you.   

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the body moving over yours. Mismatched hands stroked down your heated skin, the cool metal soothing the heat coursing through your veins even as it had goosebumps raising on your skin. He ran insanely hot, hotter than he should have even if he was in the midst of a rut. It should have made you feel uncomfortable, considering the fever, but instead you found that soothing too.   

Everything about this strange alpha seemed to soothe you. From his scent to his touch, it was like he had been made specifically for you.   

Eyes heavy, you watched as he moved down your body, teeth dragging before closing over one of your breasts. He sucked on you, the sensation arrowing straight through you and making you clench around nothing as more slick rushed out of you. As the smell of your heightened arousal hit his nose, The Soldier growled, his tongue flicking over your hardened nipple.   

His hair tickled you, and you reached out intending to touch it. His eyes flashed up to yours, causing you to freeze. You’d never seen such an intense shade of blue in your life. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze pierced through you, but you couldn’t seem to stop the path of your hand.   

The Soldier held himself still as your hand touched his hair, nails running along his scalp as you pushed it out of his face. A barely restrained shudder ran through him at the contact and for a moment he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into your touch. But then another wave of pain hit you, snapping the spell and pushing the need to take you back to the forefront of his mind.   

His fingers closed around your wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the bed as he shuffled back up your body. When he was looking down into your face, he brought your hands up above your head. But when he let you go, you started reaching for him again. Eyes narrowing, he caught them with one hand and pinned them back, his other hand searching around until he found his vest,   

Your eyes widened when he seemed to conjure a thin rope out of nowhere. Eyes tracking his movements, you tipped your head back to watch his hands as they quickly wrapped the rope around your wrists. Tying a fancy knot to secure it, he leaned forward to secure the other end of the rope to your headboard.   

He had your upper body pinned in place as he worked, which meant the most you could do as whine and squeeze your thighs together as a new wave of pain hit you. The Soldier looked down at you, his eyes searching your face. Having you secured like he wanted, he wedged himself between your legs, hands curling around your waist.   

Not making you wait any longer, he sheathed himself in your wet heat. A shudder ran through him, the feeling of being where he belongs swimming through him. The moment he was back inside of you the pain that had been growing inside of you bloomed into pleasure.   

Fingers digging into your skin, The Soldier’s eyes flickered between where he could watch himself sliding into you and up to watch your face and the way you pulled at the bonds. A hint of a smile flickered over his face, he really liked seeing you tied up. The way you tugged on the rope, hands alternating between twisting and gripping the rope. How they dug into your skin, leaving marks behind.  

Sliding his metal hand over, he pressed his thumb against your clit. The sudden shock of cold metal against the swollen bud made you gasp and your hips buck. Your eyes popped open, finding him watching his hand as he drove himself hard into you.   

The sounds you were making got louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin an added melody to your sounds. You came apart, the rope pulling taut as your back arched off the mattress, a rush of slick coating his thighs as you cried out.  

Rutting harder into you, The Soldier stroked his hands up your body as he leaned down, his mouth fastening on your breast. You cried out again as he bit down, coming for him as his knot swelled and satisfied that deep ache in your center.   

His weight pressed you into the mattress as he collapsed. You grunted and he shifted so he wasn’t crushing you. For the moment, you were both sated, though that wouldn’t last long. Your eyes closed, and he reached up to untie your arms. Examining the marks carefully, checking to make sure you didn’t break the skin, he rubbed his fingers over your wrists to encourage circulation.  

“What’s your name?”   

It was the first words you had spoken since he had appeared in your room. Lifting your head up, you saw that his eyes were curiously blank. He shook his head.  

“No, you won’t tell me?”  

“No, it doesn’t matter.” His voice surprised you, it was extremely soft. Considering his size, he strength, and the deepness of his growl you were expecting a lot rougher sound to come out of him when he spoke.  

Your nails dragged lightly over his skin, he found the sensation nice and hoped you would continue. He could tell you were disappointed by his answer, but the fact was even if he had a name, he didn’t remember it. He was The Soldier and that was it.   

“Can I call you Alpha then?” You asked.   

He thought about it. “Yes.”  

“Thank you, Alpha.” Hearing his designation used like that pleased him. Your head lowered against his chest, and he felt your lips press against his skin before you fell asleep.   

The Soldier didn’t sleep. Instead, he stayed awake to listen to your even breathing. When his knot went down, he started to roll away from you. A whimper sounded, making him pause and sweep his eyes over you. You were still asleep, and your scent didn’t signal an upswing in your heat. Curious, he settled back down next to you. To his surprise, you burrowed against his chest, letting out a soft sigh.   

Strands of your hair had fallen into your face, and he reached up and pushed them away. Then, his touch so light it was barely there, he traced his finger over your face. There was something else here, beyond the need of his rut and your heat. He could feel it, but he didn’t understand it. Just knew it was there like he knew that he had needed to find you when your scent hit him.   

Chapter 3

You woke up starving. For a moment, you studied his sleeping form. He was facing you, his hand resting lightly on your hip. In sleep, there seemed to be a sense of vulnerability in his relaxed face. He looked younger even. Briefly, you wonder about him. Who he was and where he came from chief among the questions that swirled around your mind.   

Your stomach grumbled and you started to move away from him. Immediately his eyes snapped open, clear and direct. He surprised you by saying something in a different language, you thought it might have been Russian.  

“What?”  

“Where are you going?” He said in English.   

“Oh, I’m hungry. I need food. Do you want me to bring you something?”   

His hand withdrew from you, and he shook his head. You rolled away, darting out of the room and heading to your kitchen. The hollow feeling of need was building up quickly in you, so you scarfed down some of the R&H bars and guzzled a bottled of water. You hurried back to the bedroom, finding him on his back and reaching up to slice through the rope tied to your headboard.   

The Soldier looked over at you, seeing you balanced on your toes as your eyes seemed to follow the path of his knife. He could smell your excitement, which interested him.   

“Come here.” He commanded; his voice low.   

You glided over to him, crawling into the nest and surprising him by straddling him. Your hands stroked over his chest, fingers tracing over his various scars. Then you stunned him as you bent down and started to run your tongue and lips over the same paths your fingers had stroked.   

 He could feel the heat and dampness from where you were pressed against him. He ached to be buried inside of you, but at the same time he wanted you to keep touching him like you were. No one touched him like this, no one explored his body with mouth and tongue.   

They gave him omegas, bringing them to a small dark room he stayed in when he was out of the ice to do HYDRA’s bidding. But none of them did things like this. He hardly ever even saw their faces, staying behind them the entire time.   

But he liked seeing your face. You sat up, hands resting on his chest as you looked down at him. He brought his hands down, watching your eyes snap to the knife he was still holding and your pupils dilating even further than they already were. He also felt the rush of slick that flooded out of you.   

He wrapped his flesh arm around your back and rolled you over, settled between your legs and watched you intently. Carefully, keeping his movements slow so he wouldn’t spook you, he brought the knife close to your skin. Your eyes remained locked on his, but a frisson seemed to run through you when he touched the spine of the knife against your skin.   

Your teeth dragged over your bottom lip as he dragged it gently down the center of your chest. When he pulled it away, you whimpered lightly. If he hadn’t had enhanced hearing, he might not have even been able to hear it.   

Adjusting your hips, he satisfied the need to be buried inside of you with a single thrust. Your eyes fluttered a little when he did. You wrapped a leg around his waist as he brought the knife back, and this time he dragged the tip lightly over your skin. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his length as he dragged it down your skin, circling around both of your nipples before making his way down to your navel.   

By the time he reached it, you were panting, soaking wet, and whining. Bringing the knife back up to the hollow of your throat, he rolled his hips into you, his thrusts shallow and steady as he dragged the tip of the knife over you. As he reached your navel once more, you came; back arching, eyes fluttering, and slick soaking his thighs again.   

Unable to contain himself, he tucked the knife away. Pulling out of you only long enough to flip you to your stomach and pull you up to your knees. Buried deep inside you once more he reached for the remnants of the rope, pulled your hands behind your back and securing them in place. He dragged you up, arm sliding between yours and your back.  

He rutted hard into you, hold you in place with his hand wrapped lightly around your throat. A low keening sounded as you came, pressed against his chest and his cock driving into you with brutal force. Before you had a chance to come back down from the high, his fingers tightened and cut of your air. Just when little spots started to blur your vision, he released his grip.   

As you sucked in a deep breath and the oxygen flooded back into your system you stiffened against him as you came all over again. Your walls vised tight around him, making him grunt with the force of it. He pushed you forward, your chest hitting the mattress as his fingers dug into your hips as he rutted harder.   

Wanting the taste of you in his mouth, he curled over your back, one arm holding you up against his chest. He licked along the column of your neck, growling as you shuddered before he bit down hard on your shoulder. He slammed into you a final time, buried deep inside of you as he released. The feeling of him knitting you, the heat from him filling you, in combination from the pleasurable pain of his teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder set you off and had you crying out as you came yet again.   

He felt you go boneless as he braced a hand on the bed and continued to hold you against his body. He’d broken through your skin when he bit you, the copper taste of your blood on his tongue as he swiped it over the marks soothing the sting away.   

It wasn’t a claiming, he had bitten you on your shoulder rather than the crook of your neck where the mating glands were. Letting you down gently to the mattress, he quickly undid the ropes around your wrists and rubbed the circulation back into them.   

The mark on your shoulder pleased him. It was deep and he knew it would likely scar as it healed. Knowing you would carry it after this made him want to take you all over again. But he was still knotted into you, so that would have to wait. Curling over your back, he licked over the wound again, the taste of your blood coating his tongue. You made a soft sound as he did.   

He laid down with you, his body curled around you as he buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply. Your scent was starting to even out, and The Soldier knew that meant that your heat was likely nearing its finish. The urge to knot you was already building back up in him, having reached the peak of his rut.   

While he waited for his knot to go down enough so he could, he satisfied himself with skimming his fingers over you as he started to nip and suck on your neck. You whined in response, your walls fluttering around him as he teased over your clit. He rolled his fingers over you. Soon you were panting, teetering right at that edge and he finally felt himself deflate. Growling, he rolled up to his knees, metal arm bracing next to you and his flesh hand staying on your bundle of nerves.   

He rutted slowly this time, each thrust hitting you so deeply that it felt like he might just split you in half. You loved it, panting harder as the climax coiled tight inside your stomach before it snapped, and you came. He didn’t stop what he was doing, dragging it out for you until you relaxed.   

And still he kept rutting into you, the ache building in you quickly and tipping you right over in no time at all. You came over and over until your bones felt like jelly and your skin was sewed with sweat. His pace never faltered in the slightest, the stamina the serum gave him letting him go like this.   

Finally, with a deep rumbling growl he knotted you again, that amazing feeling of fullness and relief washing over you as he did. When he had spilled every last drop into you, a shudder ran through The Soldier before he collapsed half on top of you. You didn’t even move, too far spent to even think to try.   

Wrapping around you once more, he settled on his side with you and letting his eyes drift close.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

He knotted you nearly a half a dozen more times after that. Each time leaving you boneless and your mind floating in the pleasure from it. And while he hadn’t bitten you hard enough to break the skin again, he had riddled your body with love bites and bruises. After the last time his knot had filled you, you passed out deep and hard.   

Your heat was over and so was his rut. As you slept, your breathing deep and even, The Soldier lay awake. He was tired but he also knew he couldn’t sleep. He needed to leave, to return to base. He had already spent too long without communication with his handlers, and he didn’t want them coming to track him down.   

If they did that, they would find you. And if they found you and knew the way you affected him, they would take you. Take you and hurt you to hurt him. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, stand for that. So, slowly and carefully he extricated himself from where you were wrapped around him and climbed out of your nest.   

Quietly, he gathered up his things and dressed quickly. For a moment he hesitated when he picked up the knife, he had used on you. Weighing it in his hand he considered. His eyes flicking between the weapon and your slumbering form. You would carry his mark on your shoulder, but he wanted you to have something else from him too.   

So, he set the knife back down next to you. With a final look at you, he turned away and walked out of your bedroom. Pausing in your entry way, he fished your id out of your purse, memorizing the details before returning it and walking out of the door.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You woke with a start. The first thought in your head was that your heat was over. The second was that you were alone in your nest. Confused, you sat up and pushed hair out of your face. Looking around your room, you studied the shadows as if he would materialize out of one of them.   

You knew he was gone, but still you climbed out of your nest and searched through your apartment as if he was just in a different room. Emotion was squeezing at your throat and heart as you stopped in the bathroom to take a shower.   

Studying your reflect, your eyes trailed over the marks that littered your body before you reached up and brushed over the bite on your shoulder. For a wild moment you wished he had actually claimed you, even though you knew that was crazy. He had merely been an alpha on rut, and you were an omega in heat. The connection between you was merely about a mutual need to fulfill your instincts.   

You showered quickly, regretting that doing so washed his scent off your skin but it couldn’t be helped. At least his scent was still all over your nest. You were setting it back to rights when your hand brushed against something hard.   

Surprised, you pulled out the knife. Pulling it slowly out of its sheath, you twisted it so that the light from the hallway glinted along it’s keen edge. Considering he had left nothing else behind, you knew that he had left this on purpose. It made you smile as you tucked the blade back away.   

You set the knife on your dresser and climbed back into your nest. The intensity of the mating had taken a lot out of you, and you needed more sleep. You had another two days before you would return to work. Your face buried against some of the fabric that held the strongest amount of his scent. Inhaling deeply, that autumn leaves smell soothed you to sleep.   

Chapter 4

You stared at the stick in your hand, feeling numb. This should have been impossible. You might have been off the suppressants so that you could have a heat, but you hadn’t gone off your birth control.  

And yet, the evidence saying that didn’t matter was pinched between your fingers, the bright pink plus sign glaring up at you. You were pregnant. You were going to be having a pup. A pup given to you by the mysterious alpha that had broken into your apartment and mated with you. The alpha you didn’t know anything about except for how he smelt, how he tasted, and how he had felt inside of you.  

Unconsciously, your fingers brushed over the healed scar on your shoulder.  You had thought that the scar and the knife were the only things he had left you. While you wished he had stayed, because you felt his absence like a dull ache, the thought that you would end up with a pup hadn’t even crossed your mind.  

You didn’t know what you were going to do. As an unclaimed omega, pregnant with a pup and not even knowing who the alpha was? You were going to be the topic of gossip for who knows how long. Your pup might even be targeted for taunting because of it.  

Instantly, a fierce sense of protectiveness washed over you as you pressed a hand against your stomach. You wouldn’t allow that to happen. No one was going to make your pup feel less than.  

“It won’t happen.” You spoke the cow out loud as your hand continued to rest against your stomach.  

Standing up, you washed your hands as the wheels started to turn in your head, as you started to plan your next steps. You might not have been prepared for this possibility, but you weren’t going to let it leave you a mess incapable of doing whatever you needed to do to protect your pup.  

 

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Longing  

Rusted  

Furnace  

Daybreak  

Seventeen  

Benign  

Nine  

Homecoming  

One  

Freight car  

 ***

Ready to comply  

 

The Soldier listened as he received his new mission. Another high-profile target, this one supposedly to be a challenge due to the fact he was a leader of a covert organization. But that is why they brought The Soldier out, because he was their best.  

“Do you understand?”  

He nodded; his eyes blank as he stared forward. He prepared for the mission with the team assigned to him. The movements and steps ingrained into his mind and took very little effort. Best he figured it was a couple of months after the last time they had him out.  

There was a weird niggling in the back of his mind. A puzzle that hovered there and gave him a sense of perturbation, like he was forgetting something important. It didn’t make sense. While the plane took him and the team from the base in Siberia to the United States, he kept puzzling over it.  

His metal arm whirred quietly as he clenched and released his fist over and over. He hoped this mission wouldn’t last too long and when it was over, they would give him some time before they put him back under. Maybe they would bring him his mate. 

The Soldier blinked at the last thought. Mate? He didn’t have a mate. They didn’t allow him to rut let alone have a mate. He shifted slightly in his seat, his fist bunching as he shook his head. He caught the look the man across from him sent him. Turning his head, he stared at the man until he looked away. 

His thoughts turned to the mission and the steps of it.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Three months later, you were unpacking the boxes stacked in your room. After learning you were going to be having a pup, you had reached out to the only family you had. Your older brother and his beta mate had welcomed you into their home with open arms and no judgement.  

You were six months along and the nesting instinct in you was something fierce. It probably had something to do with needing to uproot yourself completely to move here. You weren’t upset about it. Since you weren’t claimed, and the evidence that you were fertile was now impossible to deny, your anxiety that another alpha would forcefully claim you was running high.  

Being here with family to help protect you and your pup eased those anxieties. There was a soft knocking and you looked towards the door to see Emily standing there. You liked her, even if it had originally surprised you that your alpha brother had taken a beta mate rather than an omega.  

“Zach and I were wondering if you needed any help with anything?” 

You shook your head, turning back to what you were doing. “No, I have to do it. I know you probably don’t really understand…” 

“Of course, I understand sweetie, you’re nesting.”  

Tears pricked at your eyes at the simple acceptance from her. It let you know that this had been the right choice. You might have known it was, but there had still been some anxiety.  

You surfaced a few hours later, finally satisfied with your room. Starving, tired, and needing to pee something fierce you stopped at the bathroom before you made your way to the kitchen. Rubbing your hand in soothing circles over your side as it felt like the pup was doing a lambada.  

“So much energy,” you murmured as you pulled things out of the fridge and started to throw together a meal for everyone.  

Zach came in as you were standing at the stove with a hand braced on your lower back and stirring the pan with the homage sauce you were making for the pasta. He said your name in exasperation as he walked over to you.  

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.  

“Cooking. I figured that was obvious.” 

He huffed. “Sis, you don’t need to be doing the cooking for us. You know that right?” 

“I know, but I was hungry and it’s almost time for supper, so I just did it.”  

He tsked. Shooing you away from the stove and taking over what you were doing. “Go on, go sit down and put your feet up. 

Knowing it was impossible to argue with him when he was in protective big brother mode like this, you sighed heavily and headed into the living room to put your feet up. 

You groaned a little when you sat down. The fact that you still had nearly three more months to go, and you already felt like you were a beached whale, or something made you grumpy. But as you stroked a hand over your stomach, feeling the slight bumps of the pup against your palm.  

The love you already felt for your pup felt nearly impossible. At the same time, there was a sense of sadness. A wish that the alpha who had given you this wonderful gift was here to share it with you. As you relaxed, you flipped through the tv channels, pausing on a news report about the whole situation that had occurred in Washington DC a few weeks ago.  

The idea that there were all these dark shadowy organizations running under the skin of society was wild to you. You rewatched the footage of the battle and collapse of the helicarriers, rubbing circles over your stomach the entire time. You were thankful there were people like Captain America in the world. Who knows what would have happened if he and the others hadn’t been able to stop it.  

“The world is a strange place, sweetheart, but don’t worry about that. I’ll keep you safe.” You murmured to the pup still growing inside of you.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

He wound his way through the crowds at the museum, ball cap pulled low, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Hiding the dead giveaway of his metal arm. The mission that started out as an elimination of a high-profile enemy of HYDRA had ended with him standing here. Staring at the image of his face on an exhibit in the Smithsonian.  

His mind was fractured; filled with decades of confusing memories. Things he’d done and things that had been done to him. Shoulders hunching, he moved through the exhibit, trying to decide what to do next. He couldn’t stay here, not after everything he had done. No, he needed to go somewhere where he could maybe find a way to put his broken mind back together.  

Turning away from the wall, he wound his way back through the museum. His mind on the next few steps. HDYRA had given him the skills to know how to disappear into thin air. So, he’d do just that. Go somewhere overseas, somewhere he could potentially blend in so he could figure things out.  

The man he nearly killed, the man that was supposedly his best friend, was safe. There wasn’t anything tying him here now. Somewhere overseas would be best, because he felt like the man; like Steve wouldn’t stop trying to find him. And he wasn’t safe right now. He might never be safe. He’d have to wait and see. 

Chapter 5

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

“So, what have you decided to name her?” Zach asked as he peaked over your shoulder at the bundle in your arms.   

You looked down at your pup, sleeping now, that soft infant’s face peaceful. She’d been born after a long, exhausting labor. And your heart felt like it was about to burst. She was healthy and perfect.   

Zach’s fingers touched your hair, stroking gently to remind you he was there. Your lips twitched and you looked up at him. “Her name is Autumn.”   

“Autumn?” Your brother’s eyebrows lifted. “You’re gonna name her after your favorite season?”  

You hummed, figuring it was better that he believed that was the case rather than the truth. He had smelt like autumn leaves. You doubted you’d ever see him again, but he had given you this amazing gift...you wanted to honor that in some way. Calling your pup Autumn just seemed to fit. Especially considering the dark shock of hair she had been born with, and eyes the color of blue you’d only ever seen once before.   

Her eyes blinked open then, looking up at you in that confused way infants looked at the world before she whimpered. Shifting her so she could nurse, you focused back on your brother. “Yes. Autumn.”   

Zach nodded, bending down to kiss the top of your head and leaving to give you privacy. He paused in the doorway. “I want you to tell me about the alpha that fathered her soon.”  

He didn’t wait for an answer before he left your room, shutting the door quietly behind him. You snuggled down in your nest, balancing the pup easily while she nursed so that you could reach under a nearby pillow and pulled out a small thin blanket. It still smelled faintly of him. Tucking the fabric around your pup, you stroked your finger across the downy softness of her black hair.   

The typical way things went was that the parents would nest down together, the joint scents imprinting on the pup so that they would know what home and comfort was. For obvious reasons, Autumn wouldn’t be able to truly know her father’s scent. But you’d saved this small blanket hoping that at least for a little bit, the faint scent of him would help soothe her for the first couple of days.   

A large part of you felt the ache of his absence. You wished he was here, not just to help you with Autumn, but because you craved him. Craved his scent, craved the feel of him. Rubbing a corner of the fabric across your cheek, you felt a few tears leak out as you shifted her to the other side.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

The Soldier...no, his name was Bucky...he stood to the side in his dream, watching as the dark-haired boy as he held his hand out to the skinny blond boy on the ground. He helped pull him to his feet, grinning.   

“Man, you just don’t know when to quit do you?”  

I can’t stand bullies.” The boy wiped away the blood from his split lip and held out his hand. “I’m Steve Rogers.”  

“Bucky...uh, James. I’m James Buchanan Barnes.”   

Steve dabbed his sleeve against his lip, grinning at him. “That’s a mouthful of a name. I think I like Bucky better.”  

He watched as the landscape of the dream blurred and changed. Bits and pieces of time. Memories that felt like they belonged to someone else, but he knew were technically his. Some of them were happy times, some of them decidedly not. But it was all about the life before ...before he had become The Winter Soldier. Then it started to change again, darker edges creeping in.   

These memories felt like his memories. The pain, blood, and death that was The Soldier. So much. Too much.   

Then it changed again, he was The Soldier. But this wasn’t pain, or blood, or death. His brain was filled with need, with urges he recognized but hadn’t felt in so long. He wasn’t alone. No, he was in a nest, with an omega. The scents and sounds of her heat, of her pleasure surrounding him, seeping into him as he rutted into her. The bone deep satisfaction he felt as she came and he knotted her, filling her with his hot release....  

 

On a sharp gasp, Bucky sat up. His skin was drenched in sweat, his heart was racing, and there was an ache deep inside of him that he barely recognized. The whirring of his arm sounded in his ears as he clenched his fists.   

He was used to waking up in a sweat, adrenaline coursing through him. Nightmares were a regular nightly occurrence. But this hadn’t been a nightmare. It was a full force memory. The mission before the one that led to where he was now. He’d eliminated the target and then he was pulled astray by an inescapable scent.   

Somehow, impossibly, he had gone into a spontaneous rut. Tracking the omega’s scent easily and joining her in her nest. Mating with her, taking her, knotting her. All intense instincts.   

Forgetting her because of HYDRA wiping him in retaliation of the extended time it took for him to get back to base. They’d put him back into the ice immediately after, wiping him again when they pulled him out. But some part of her had remained behind, wormed deep into his subconscious.   

The was only one possible explanation for the way he had reacted to her, the way he had burned through the drugs they pumped into him for decades that did their jobs. The omega, she was supposed to be his mate. His true mate.   

He was rock hard, achingly hard and throbbing as his body craved hers. Groaning, he flopped back on the lumpy mattress. This wasn’t something he needed, he needed to hide. Needed to try and forget the things he had done. But his body was begging him to find her, find her and claim her. And he couldn’t do that because it wasn’t safe. She wouldn’t be safe.   

As if it had been cued and just waiting, the memories started back up as his eyes shut. Eyes blown wide with lust, the flush of heat over her skin, the tantalizing scent that he now recognized reminded him of pumpkin pie. Without really thinking about it, his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly.   

He sunk into the memories, hand moving faster as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Where so many of them were cloudy, the ones of her seemed crystalline. It was almost as if he could feel her here, could even smell her scent.   

His omega .  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Settling Autumn down for a nap, you looked over when you sensed your brother in the doorway. Tapping your lips to signal him, you finished your task, making sure she was comfortable before walking towards him and shutting the door at your back.   

“I want to talk with you.”   

Resigned, knowing what it was he wanted to talk about, you nodded and followed him down the hall. You’d been waiting for him to broach the subject for the past two months. A little surprised it had taken him this long to do it.   

In the kitchen, you moved over to put the kettle on to make some tea. Zach waited until the task was done and you had joined him at the table.   

“All right, Sis, I think it’s time you tell me about Autumn’s other parent.”  

You knew his heart was in the right place, that he was just trying to look out for you. But it wasn’t like you could tell him about it. About how you loved an alpha you knew nothing about. How he had broken into your place, and you had been okay with it. Wanted it the moment you caught his scent. Wanted him.   

Taking a moment, you ran your fingertip along the rim of your cup. Then you shrugged. “There’s not a lot to say about him. We weren’t together for very long and then he had to leave.”  

“Why?” Zach’s attention was laser focused, watching you intently as you played with your cup.   

“I don’t know. Probably work or something.”   

“You didn’t ask him?”   

Sighing heavily, you went with a slight half-truth. Looking up at him, you gave a weak smile. “Zach, we really didn’t spend a whole lot of time talking. It was kind of one of those—physical things.”  

As you expected, he winced a little. It nearly made you laugh. You lifted the cup to your lips to hide the smile as he shook his head. “Okay, but you have to know something about him? Don’t you want to find him, at least to let him know about Autumn?”  

“We didn’t trade contact information, didn’t seem to think it was all that important considering I shouldn’t have been able to end up pregnant in the first place.”  

“But--”  

You cut him off by holding your hand up. “Zach, you’re my brother and I love you. But please, there isn’t anything to really tell. He was an alpha I was extremely drawn to, and we shared some really great sex and then he had to leave. That’s it. Autumn was an accident, but she’s the best kind of accident that could have happened. Please, just leave it.”  

Zach winced again and ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, okay. Fine.” He stood up, his hand ruffling your hair as he walked away.   

You remained where you were for a while longer, finishing your herbal tea slowly. When you sensed Autumn fussing, you stood and set the cup by the sink and went to go get her. You hadn’t lied about that part in the slightest, you hadn’t intended to be a mother this early in your life, but Autumn was the best kind of accident to happen  

Chapter 6

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

You looked up from the laundry you were folding as Emily came in with Autumn balanced on her hip. The pup was chattering in that babbling mysterious way that pups had. Emily was answering her very seriously, even though it’s likely that she only caught every tenth word or so. The minute she caught sight of you, her arms reached out and she started chanting “Mama!”  

Reaching up, you took your pup from Emily and settled her into your lap as you nuzzled her. “There’s my baby, did you have a good nap?”  

More excited chattering before a hand patted at your cheek and then pulled on your hair. Laughing, you set her down on the ground to let her explore as you picked up another piece of laundry. Emily sat down next to you, picking up the remote and clicking the TV on. It immediately picked up a news broadcast, which seemed to be the only thing on all the channels.   

“Holy cow, look at this.”   

Your hands rested on your lap as you watched the news. There had been a bombing at the United Nations Building in Vienna. Some kind of terrorist attack at the signing of something called the Sokovia Accords. Eyes flicking towards where Autumn was currently playing with toys in the corner, assuring yourself that she was fine.   

“Officials have released video of a suspect who they identified as James Buchanan Barnes, The Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of— “  

Your eyes returned to the television in time watch the image of the bombing morph into a still apparently taken from CCTV footage. It felt like the air had frozen in your lungs, a low buzzing filling your ears as you stared at the image on the screen. You knew that face.   

The person who they were saying did this horrible thing, and a list of other horrible things, was him. The alpha you dream of constantly. The one you saw every time you looked at your pup. There was no doubt in your mind that it was him. How could there be when the pup you had created together had not just his coloring but the shape of his eyes, his nose, even his lips.   

Vaguely, you were aware of Emily saying your name. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, your thoughts whirling as you stared numbly at the screen. A hand on your arm finally snapped you out of it. Your head snapped towards Emily, seeing the obvious concern on her face. She said your name quietly and then asked, “Are you okay? You went really pale, and you’re shaking.”  

Looking down at where your hands were twisted together, you saw she was right, there was a tremor running through them. Swallowing thickly, you nodded and said, “I—uh—I’m not feeling well. I think I’m going to go lay down. Will you watch Autumn?”  

Emily’s face was a mask of concern, but she nodded. You moved over and pressed a kiss to the top of Autumn’s head, smiling a little at her immediate babbling response.   

In your room, you buried yourself into your nest and tried to even you're breathing. After more than two years you finally had a name. And it broke your heart a little, because now you also knew not just his name but what he was. You knew when he had appeared he was likely dangerous—just look at how he had been dressed. But this? This was something else.   

And yet, you still wanted him. Still wished he was here with you, like a real mate.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

His name was James Buchanan Barnes. People called him Bucky.

His name was James Buchanan Barnes. People called him Bucky.

His name was James Buchanan Barnes. People called him Bucky.   

 

Over the past two years, it had become a kind of mantra for him. A way to ground himself as he kept himself going. His memories weren’t as fractured as they once were. Though the nightmares were still a constant thing. Sometimes it felt like too much. But he was surviving.   

He didn’t stay in one place for too long, instead he moved from city to city, country to country. Always trying to stay one step ahead of the people who still looked for him. Ahead of Steve Rogers, his oldest friend. But it was safer this way. The latest place he was staying was a small apartment in the middle of Bucharest. He wasn’t happy. But he was surviving.   

Stopping at a fruit stall, he picked through the plums, speaking quietly to the owner. Handing over money and taking the bag in exchange. Standing next to the street he stopped. His instincts were…tingling. A sense of awareness he couldn’t explain. Carefully, he let his eyes wander around the area, searching for the threat his body was telling him existed.   

His eyes passed over a newspaper stand across the road, examining and sliding on quickly. But then his gaze snapped back. There was something in the way the man was looking at him, and he was definitely looking at him. As Bucky started across the street the man fled his stand. Stomach churning, he reached the counter and yanked the newspaper that was sitting there and looked at the front page.   

A photo of him, laying the blame for a bombing and the deaths of at least 12 people and injuries of dozens of other at his feet. This was bad. He glanced around, his body on high alert as he tossed the paper back down and hurried away. He needed to get to where he was staying. Get to the bag he stashed and leave. To go where he had no idea. One thing at a time.   

Walking slowly into his apartment, he watched the man standing at his fridge. Flipping through the book he had set there only this morning. The uniform was almost painfully familiar, as was the form filling it out. Steve hadn’t noticed him yet, not surprising. Decades of training had made him extremely sneaky.   

“Understood.” Steve said aloud, likely speaking to someone he was in radio communication with. Bucky knew the moment he became aware of his presence. Knew from the slight stiffening of Steve’s spine before he turned around to face him. The book snapped shut with a quiet sound.   

Steve’s blue eyes studied him for a moment before he asked, “Do you know me?”  

Loaded question. Hedging, Bucky swallowed before he said cautiously, “You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.”  

There was the softest of huffs as Steve carefully set the book down on the counter. Like he was afraid sudden movements might spook him. “I know you’re nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be. But you’re lying.”  

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.” Bucky said.   

Steve’s head cocked a little, listening to whoever he was in radio contact with before he said, “Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive.”  

Bucky’s tongue ran around his teeth as he nodded. “That’s smart. Good strategy.”  

He shifted to move around the room, towards where he had stored the go-bag. Steve’s hand lifted. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight Bucky.”  

Always the optimist, Bucky remembered that about his friend. He slowly pulled his gloves off, watching the metal of his hand glint as he slowly clenched it. “It always ends in a fight.”  

“You pulled me from the river. Why?”  

Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s his head shaking ever so slightly. “I don’t know.”  

Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. You do.”  

Years of training, coupled with enhanced senses and reflexes had the pair of them reacting almost at the same time as the people who had come to take him in breached the apartment.     

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Steve approached him where he was sitting on the table in the lab, the man checking his vitals not even sparing him a glance. Steve’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he glanced around for a moment before he asked, “Are you sure about this?”  

The past days had felt like months. Steve had basically thrown away his whole life for him. Bucky didn’t think he’d ever be able to repay something like that. Not just Steve either, there had been others. People Steve worked with, his friends. All locked up to help him. It was a lot to take in. And yet….  

 “I can’t trust my own mind.” He glanced around the room before he offered Steve a weak smile. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going under is the best thing. For everybody.”  

Steve nodded, his shoulders lifting in the silent sigh. He really didn’t like that Bucky was doing this. He fingered the compass in his pocket, suddenly remember the picture of the woman he had seen in Bucky’s book. “Hey, Buck I’ve been meaning to ask you.”  

Bucky looked back over at him. “Ask me what?”  

“The girl, who is she?” At Bucky’s stare Steve lifted a shoulder. “That book of yours. You had only two images in it. One was me, and I get that. But the other was a woman. Who is she?”  

A sense of sadness filled him, the ache of loneliness and loss. He felt her absence more than he felt anything else. He had refused to try and track her down. He didn’t trust himself to not hurt her. And it was probably a very good thing considering what had all happened. Imagine if he had been with her when all this went down.   

“Buck?”  

He shook his head. “It doesn’t really matter who she is Steve. I doubt she remembers me, and it’s probably better that way.”  

Steve’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t press the matter. Instead, he watched as Bucky climbed into the chamber. Watching as they put him back under. If anyone could find a way to erase the brainwashing and trigger words that HYDRA had put into his best friend, it was going to be the scientists here in Wakanda.  

T’Challa found Steve standing at a window, and as he stepped up next to him Steve said, “Thank you for this.”  

Arms tucking behind his back, speaking in that calm measured way he had, T’Challa said, “Your friend and my father were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…”  

Steve glanced over at the man. Despite his grief and his desire for vengeance he had put all of that aside when he learned the truth and offered both Steve and Bucky sanctuary. He would truly be an amazing ruler. Steve sighed a little. “You know, if they find out he’s here, they’ll come for him.”   

There was a ghost of a smile on T’Challa’s lips as he glanced back out the window, taking in the view of his country it afforded. “Let them try.”  

 

Chapter 7

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

“Can I call you Alpha?”  

 

The minute Bucky’s eyes opened, the three pups leaning over his slumbering form dashed away giggling. Smiling at their antics, he closed his eyes for a moment more, trying to savor the warmth he had felt in the dream, which was really a memory. He’d been in Wakanda for two years. It had taken Shuri, brilliant as she was, only about two months to figure out how to wipe the HYDRA trigger words from his mind without damaging the essence of who he was. And it probably would have taken less time than that if they hadn’t had to deal with the whole situation involving a long lost cousin trying to take the throne.   

Sighing, he sat up and dressed. He needed to get a start on his day. Ducking out of the hut, he caught sight of the three pups dashing away towards their own homes. Smiling at their antics, he walked along the familiar path to the small farm he tended. The goats moved out of his way as he went about his chores, the animals and their care given over to him as a way to help him heal.   

He had grown to love this country and its people. Felt more at home here than he had in…well since he probably still lived in that tiny apartment with Steve before he enlisted for the War. They had, despite everything he had done and all the blood on his hands, accepted him as one of their own. They called even called him White Wolf.   

But he still ached deep inside for her, like a wound that would never heal or scar over.   

Sensing the approach of others, he glanced up and watched as T’Challa, Ayo, and two of the Kingsguard walked up. One of the men set a case down and opened it before stepping back. T’Challa’s hand rested against the wheel of the wagon he had been tossing bales of hay into as he approached and glanced into the open case.   

Inside was an arm. This one was dark grey, nearly black, and the joints of all the plates that made it up were gold. A sense of deep resignation stole over him as he sighed heavily. Glancing up at the king he asked, “Where’s the fight?”  

“On its way,” T’Challa replied. “I know that you are tired of war. But it’s time The White Wolf rejoined the world.”  

Nodding, he wiped his hands on his worn pants as he said, “Guess so.”  

While they waited for the others to arrive, Bucky sat in Shuri’s lab. She was the one who had created the arm now attached to his body. Made it from vibranium. As he tested out its range of motion and abilities, he couldn’t help but be impressed. The arm that HYDRA had given him was useful, worked well as a weapon, but was also sometimes a bit clumsy. He sensed none of the negatives that arm had in this one. It was truly an amazing piece of technology.   

“Shuri, this is amazing.”   

The beta clicked her tongue without looking up from her readout. “Of course, it is white boy. I am a genius after all.”  

He chuckled. “Yes, you are. Thank you. You’ve done so much for me already, and now this.”  

Her hand waved that away as she walked over to him. “It is nothing, not really. It was a fun challenge. Now, come. The jet approaches.”  

Hanging back, he smirked a little as the Ayo’s voice filtered back to where he was standing as the others approached the landing pad. “When you said we would open Wakanda to the rest of the world, this is not what I imagined.”  

“And what did you imagine?” T’Challa asked.   

“The Olympics. Maybe a Starbucks.”  

Bucky stifled his chuckle as he caught the side long glance T’Challa gave her. Then he focused on the jet as it landed, the ramp descending and Steve and the others walking up to the king.   

“It seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve said as he and the others greeted T’Challa.   

They turned towards him as T’Challa started to explain, “You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and— “  

Bucky stepped forward as T’Challa gestured in his direction. “A semi-stable hundred year old man.”  

A smile broke out on Steve’s face as he moved forward to embrace him. “How you been Buck?”  

He shrugged a little. “Ah, not bad. For the end of the world.” Then he grinned as he slapped Steve on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you. Even considering.”  

“It is. I see you’ve kept the long hair.”   

“I see you’ve grown a beard.”   

Steve laughed as they turned to follow the rest into the palace to start the planning for what was to come.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Six months after the defeat of Thanos and his army, preventing the genocide of half of the universe, Bucky found himself standing at the window in Steve’s office in the newly rebuilt Avengers’ Compound. The past six months had been intense. The battle aside, what had occurred after had been a laundry list of appearances, court dates, rulings and meetings. Steve and the others had all still been considered fugitives in the eyes of the world thanks to the Sokovia Accords and the shit that Zemo had pulled.   

So, after the battle had been won, that all had to be dealt with. What resulted was a revision to the Accords, giving back more control and freedom to the Avengers and pardons for Steve and everyone that had sided with him during the fight two years ago. And then the attention turned to him.   

He hadn’t just been a fugitive not just because of Zemo’s set-up. No, he had been a fugitive because he had been HYDRA’s number one assassin. Over the course of 70 years, he had taken out countless targets on their behalf. Yes, he had been brainwashed and controlled. But it had still been him. No one was exactly thrilled with the idea of him.   

So, for months he stayed on lock down in the temporary Avengers’ location as he awaited to hear his fate. To hear what the United States, the United Nations, the whole world planned to do with him. It had chaffed at it, knowing his fate lay in the hands of others once more. He missed Wakanda and the simplicity of his life there.   

Finally, a verdict was decided. Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier—the former HYDRA agent and assassin, would receive a full pardon. Of course, it did come with many strings. For one, there were certain countries that he was forbidden from ever going to—unless it was a matter of the world literally ending. They also told him that he would be an Avenger, working with Steve and the others and doing whatever was needed from him in that regard. On the whole he was mostly okay with those conditions, even if he might have wished he didn’t have to keep fighting.   

But more annoyingly, he would be forced to attend mandatory court ordered therapy. Which he hated. And he was constantly being teamed up with Sam Wilson, who was a massive pain in his ass. The only reason he was willing to put up with the man was because of the absolute and nearly instantaneous loyalty he had shown his oldest and best friend practically from the moment Steve had met him. He couldn’t fully hate a man who had stood by Steve even when everything pointed to the fact that Steve was public enemy number one.   

And now it had come to him here, in Steve’s office waiting for the man to get back from Washington D.C.  

“Bucky?”   

He turned towards the door, seeing Steve standing in the doorway, looking exhausted. “Hey, Steve. How’d the thing go?”  

Steve had been in D.C. for yet another congressional meeting regarding, to borrow a term Stark had used, The Avengers 2.0. He sighed as he walked further into the room, sitting heavily down behind his desk and rubbing a hand over his face. He had shaved his beard off shortly after the battle and Bucky had teased him endlessly about it.   

“It went better than I expected, but there is still plenty of stuff to iron out.” Sighing heavily again, his hand dropped, and he studied Bucky critically as he took the chair across from him. “Is there something wrong?”  

Suddenly feeling nervous, he rubbed his hands over the knees of his pants. Steve just continued to watch him as he waited to hear what Bucky wanted. Finally, on a gusty breath Bucky said, “I—um was wondering if you’d go with me.”  

Steve’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead. “Go with you to where?”  

Bucky dragged his hands through his hair. On the advice of the others, he had cut it short when the various court proceedings occurred. It had grown out some, but it was still shorter than he had had it for he didn’t even know how long. Bucky wouldn’t admit it and would probably stab anyone who suggested it, but he missed his longer hair. Realizing Steve was still waiting for an answer, he wet his lips and said, “I found her.”  

It took Steve a moment to realize who Bucky was referring to and when he did, he felt his eyes widen a little in surprise. “You’re talking about the omega. The one from your book.”  

Eventually, Bucky had confessed to Steve who the woman was in the book. And what she had meant to him. Explained how when he was still the Winter Soldier, he had caught her scent and ended up mating with her. How she had been stuck inside of him ever since. Knowing he needed to tread a little carefully here, Steve said, “I didn’t know you were looking for her.”  

“I wasn’t going to. I told myself it was a bad idea. It’s been how long? Nearly six years? Told myself it was stupid because she’s likely moved on and settled down with some other alpha. Started a family, all of that.”  

Steve nodded, compassion rolling off him in waves. Bucky lifted a shoulder. “But I just—I want to know for sure.”  

“And you know where she is?”  

“She wasn’t hard to find,” Bucky answered shortly.   

“How did you find her? I thought you didn’t really know who she was?” Steve asked, curiously.   

Bucky winced a little. “I…remembered her name ages ago. She might not have told it to me, but I looked at her id before I ended up leaving her and heading back to—well you know.”  

Steve digested that information for a while then nodded curtly. “All right. I’ll go with you. Where is she?”  

“You might not believe this, but she’s actually not all that far from here. About an hour and half up state.”  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You listened as Rick recounted a story of something one of his coworkers had done. Over the past two years, you’d grown closer to the beta that your brother originally introduced you to. Zach had insisted it was just because you needed more friends in your life, but you knew that it was likely because Zach hoped that maybe something would come of it. Despite you telling him you weren’t the least bit interested in dating anyone, regardless of their designation, you had known he still hoped you’d find a mate eventually.   

Rick was a good man; kind, sweet to Autumn, and never treated you like you were less despite being an omega who had a pup without ever having been claimed by the alpha who sired her. He had become a good friend over the years. And recently, you had been considering the fact that maybe he could be more.   

Still unsure about that, you and Rick had been taking it slowly. Zach had told you that you were taking things painfully slow considering that the two of you had been friends for two years. Over the past four months, you’d gone on a handful of dates with him. He had been nothing but respectful and patient with you. Okay to let you set the pace, even if it was a snail’s pace.   

So far, the most you’d done is kiss him. But you were starting to wonder if perhaps you should give more a try. See if there was enough of a spark there with more to continue down the path at all. You didn’t want to lead him on if it turned out that you actually weren’t compatible with him in that way.   

Having been on another date with him; a pretty picnic in a nearby wildlife refuge. You’d made up your mind that when he walked you home, you’d invite him in. Walking hand-in-hand with him up the lane to home, you smiled at him as he finished his tale. He stopped walking for a moment, looking down at you with a warm smile.   

Hands cupping your face, he kissed you lightly before turning and taking your hand again. You sunk into your thoughts a bit as you neared the house, nerves jumping like frogs in your stomach as you considered the next steps. Would he think you were too forward if you invited him in?   

“Hey, were you expecting guests?” Rick’s question pulled you back to the present.   

“Hm?” Your eyes traveled up the driveway, and the unfamiliar shiny blue pickup truck parked there. Your forehead wrinkled as you and Rick approached it.   

Eyes moving beyond the truck to the front porch, you spied the two men standing there. You hesitated as you studied them, the nerves in your stomach jangling for a whole different reason now. Rick’s hand squeezed yours and he murmured quietly, “Do you need me to stay.”  

Smiling a little at his question, you turned towards him. Regretting a little that you had to change your plans, you shook your head. “No, I’ll be fine.”  

When he looked unconvinced, his eyes darting over to the men and back to your face, you placed a hand on his chest and stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Really, I’m going to be fine Rick. I’ll call you later, okay?”  

Reluctantly, he nodded and stepped away from you. “All right, I’ll talk to you later.”  

You watched him make his way back down the driveway, waiting until he was out of sight before you took a deep breath and headed to the porch. The two alphas there, straightened up as you approached and climbed the steps. Your eyes swept over them both as you felt the tight clench around your heart as their scents filled you. Fresh linen and autumn leaves.   

The blond one nodded at you, his hand extending politely as he said, “Hello, I’m— “  

You cut him off, a little abruptly as your eyes settled on the other. “I know who you are. Why don’t you come in and I’ll make some tea?”  

Walking past them, you pushed into the house and led the way back to the kitchen. You told them to take a seat in the living room and you’d be right in with the tea. In the kitchen, you took a moment to just shut your eyes and breathe deeply. It had never occurred to you that he would track you down, or that he would bring Steve Rogers with him, but now that he had you had some serious thinking to do. And you would need to do it quickly before the others returned.   

Chapter 8

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

Bucky was finding it hard to settle as he and Steve waited for you in the living room. Steve had taken a seat on the couch, but he remained standing, prowling around the room. Steve had had to put a restraining hand on his arm when they had seen you turn to the beta you were with and kiss him on the cheek.   

There was a scent of an alpha all over the room, along with the scent of a beta and the subtle notes of a young pup. Bucky knew as soon as he had caught your scent that you were still unclaimed. But apparently you had ended up with a pack anyway. He didn’t know why the alpha hadn’t claimed you, but still.   

“Buck, you need to relax and sit down.”  

He growled but did what Steve said, sitting down next to him just as you walked into the room. Unable to help himself, he inhaled deeply taking in that pumpkin pie scent of you. He felt himself stir in response to it. Steve cleared his throat lightly, likely having picked up on the subtle change in his scent.   

Blinking, Bucky focused on the task at hand. You perched yourself on the edge of the chair facing the couch, picking up your cup and fidgeting with it. When no one said anything, Steve sent him a look and said, “You said you know who we are?”  

Your eyes looked him over as you nodded. “Yes, you’re Steve Rogers. Captain America. And you’re...”  

Trailing off, you looked at Bucky, your eyes looking like depthless pools. Bucky cleared his throat. “Bucky. I’m Bucky.”  

Your eyebrows lifted. “I thought it didn’t matter what your name was.”  

Bucky winced, remembering that he had in fact said that to her when they were together. But what else was he supposed to say, at the time he hadn’t remembered his name. Before he could respond, you had continued, “How did you find me?”  

Steve glanced at him, the look speaking volumes. This wasn’t something Steve could help him with, he would have to take the lead. “Before I left you—back then. I found your id and got your name from there.”   

You hummed in the back of your throat. “So, what? You decided you’d wait nearly six years before tracking me down?”  

Steve opened his mouth, likely to come to his defense, but Bucky held up his hand. His eyes remained trained on you. “It’s complicated.”  

Eyebrows rose even higher as your head tilted. “Is it?”  

“If you know—who I am, then I suppose you know what I was?” Bucky asked, haltingly.   

The tiniest of sighs seemed to escape you. Leaning forward, you set the cup down and folded your hands in your lap. “Yes. I do.”  

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. “Well, then maybe you can understand that I really—couldn't come back.”   

You said nothing, your eyes continuing to watch him steadily. He scrubbed a hand over his hair. “When I left, I was still under HYDRA’s control. And when I returned to them, having gone off the rails as I did, they were—displeased. I—they put me back under and didn’t bring me out again until they sent me on the next mission.”   

Bucky spoke haltingly, struggling with the words but knowing you needed an explanation. You deserved that much. But it was so hard going over this. You listened patiently as he gave a brief rundown of that fateful mission and how he had, somehow, completely broken free of HYDRA’s control as the helicarries were going down, pulling Steve out of the river and going on the run. How he was set up, and Steve tracked him down. And then how he had made the decision to go back under until they could remove his triggers.   

You stayed silent the whole time, not interrupting a single time. It seemed to make it easier somehow. When he got to the part where he said that Shuri had brought him back out and they tested him, and he was finally free she held up a hand.   

“Okay. So, technically, you’ve been yourself for the past two years. But yet you still didn’t come find me?”  

Bucky’s eyes dropped to his hands, listening to the low whirring of his arm as he clenched his fist. You seemed to pick up on it too, as your eyes settled on his metal arm. “It looks different.”  

He held his hand up, making a fist and turning his wrist before he dropped it back down. “The one HYDRA made me was destroyed in Siberia. I got this one in Wakanda.”  

You hummed again. “I think this one looks better.”   

His eyes darted to yours, but you moved on and asked, “So. That’s all fine and dandy. But why are you here now?”  

“I wanted to—see you. I wondered if you’d...found a mate. And well.” He lifted his hands helplessly, as if to encompass the house. Your face looked around in confusion.   

You looked around, slightly confused as to what he seemed to be referring to and said, “I’m unclaimed.”  

“Yes, I know that. But still, it seems that you’ve got a life here now. A—pack.” The words tasted like ash in his mouth. He hadn’t had much hope of anything really, but apparently there was still enough that the idea that he truly had lost you completely made him ache.   

“A pack?” You seemed to puzzle over it and then you shook your head. “Oh, no, um. No, that’s Zach and Emily. It’s my brother and his mate. They are my family, but they aren’t my pack. Not like that anyway.”  

“Oh. I see. And the beta from the driveway?”  

Before you had a chance to answer the sound of the door opening and shutting rang through the house. Your face paled a little and both Bucky and Steve turned to see the woman who was entering the living room. Her eyes darted from them to you and back again as she said your name.   

“Emily, this is Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.”   

“Hello. Um, I didn’t know you had guests...” her eyes were wide as they darted back to yours. Bucky didn’t need to wonder at that for long before the pup ran into the room in a rush of happy puppy scent. Then she ran over to you, throwing herself into your arms with a gleeful “Mama!”   

Bucky felt his heart drop further. You had a pup. Which meant that even if you hadn’t been claimed that you clearly had moved on.   

“Hey, baby girl, how was the park?” You asked her as she crawled into your lap and snuggled against you.   

“It was so good. Auntie Emmy took me for ice cream after!”   

You gasped, your hand brushing down the girl’s dark curls as you asked playfully, “She did? How’d you con her into taking you for ice cream before dinner?”  

You cuddled the pup close for a moment before she squirmed in your arms and turned around. As the pup looked shyly at him and Steve, Bucky felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.   

The pup had his eyes.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You watched the moment that he realized it. The way his body stiffened, his eyes widening, his scent going ripe with his panic. Those intense eyes that your pup shared, darted from Autumn to your face. Steve was looking carefully between you and Autumn and Bucky.   

Swallowing thickly, your own panic and worry bubbling inside of you, you rubbed your face against the top of Autumn’s head for a moment. Then you set her back down and told her to go with Emily to play out in the backyard. Without saying anything, Emily took her hand and sending you one final concerned look led the pup away.   

Taking a deep breath, you faced Bucky once more and waited for him to speak. His mouth opened and closed several times. Finally, he stood up, paced to the other end of the room and back again. His hands tugging through his hair before he sat back down.   

“She’s mine.”   

It wasn’t a question, but you answered it anyway. “Yes.”  

His eyes wheeled a little, his hands pushing through his hair again. Then he wiped his hand over his mouth and asked, “How?”  

“Well, I was in heat, and you were in your rut. Kind of the perfect recipe to make a pup.”  

“No, I mean...you were on birth control.” When your eyebrows shot up your forehead in surprise he winced and said, “I could...smell it.”  

“You could smell I was on birth control?”  

It was Steve who answered, “Bucky and me. We have enhanced senses. So, we can pick up on things that most can’t.”  

Bucky shot him a grateful glance before his eyes came back to you. Accepting that as it was, you nodded. “Okay, then. Yes, I had been on birth control. However, it clearly failed. And as a result, Autumn was born.”  

“Her name is Autumn?” Bucky asked quietly.   

“Yes, I named her that because—” your face heated and you looked away from him.   

“Because?”  

You huffed. “Because you smell like autumn leaves. And since you gave me the gift that she is, I wanted to honor that.”  

You saw the emotion that ran over his face at your words. It made your heart clench in response. You’d spent years wanting him. Years wishing, he was here with you. Now that he was, you found yourself panicking a little.   

This was something you’d never considered happening. You figured you’d literally never see him again, and since years had passed, even when you learned he hadn’t died two years ago and that he had been pardon, you assumed he had forgotten all about you by then. And why would you chase down an alpha who hadn’t wanted to stay with you.   

And now? Now he was back, now he knew about Autumn. And he was looking at you with emotion you didn’t want to accept. You had no idea what you were going to do about this.   

Notes:

I know that there has been a ton of plot, but I promise there WILL be more smut coming soon.

I do hope you are enjoying. Cheers.

Chapter 9

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

The front door opened and closed, and you heard Zach calling out, “Hey Sis? Whose truck is that in the driveway. Oh— “  

Zach stopped in the doorway, much like Emily had, eyes traveling from you to the two alphas sitting on the couch. Then his gaze returned back to you. “What’s going on?”  

Your face had paled a little more, your fingers twisting together. “Zach, this is Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They were getting ready to leave.”  

Bucky’s eyes were burning into you. Zach glanced at the two as the three of you stood up. Moving over to him you murmured, “I’ll explain in a bit, okay? Emily is out with Autumn in the back.”  

Your brother searched your face. Then, to your relief, he nodded once and turned to head towards the back. Turning your attention back to the other two, you said, “I’m really sorry to cut this short, but I have to start supper. So, if you could please leave?”   

Steve nodded, “Of course, we’ll get out of your hair.”  

Bucky stopped directly in front of you, and for a wild moment you thought that you’d never realized how large he seemed. It was a ridiculous thought to be thinking considering. When you moved to step back, his hand closed on your arm to stop you. In a low and intense voice, he said, “We have to talk about this. About her. And about us.”   

“Please leave.” It was the only thing you could think to say at the moment. You had to get them out so you could think of a way to explain this to Zach and then snatch up Autumn and bury the two of you in your nest to break down a little.   

His eyes bored holes into yours for long moments. Steve said his name quietly and he let out a low growl, tearing himself away from you and stalking out of the house. You waited until you heard the front door close before you made your way on wobbly legs towards the couch to collapse and bury your face in your hands.   

“Alright.”  At Zach’s voice you looked up at him, stomach clenching at the next thing you had to deal with. “Care to the explain why two Avengers were in our home?”   

Autumn came darting into the room and threw herself at you. You daughter her effortlessly while never looking away from him. “Bucky Barnes is—well, he’s the one.”  

You didn’t want to say the words, not with Autumn in your arms. She knew that she had a father, but she had known nothing but that she had one and that he wasn’t around. She hadn’t yet asked any real questions about him, so you hadn’t discussed it with her yet. So, you didn’t want to blurt it out until you had a chance to process.   

Thankfully, that was enough for Zach to understand. His eyes dropped to Autumn before raising back up to yours. “I see. Well, it seems we’ll have plenty to talk about soon, won’t we?”  

You felt your face heat up once more as you stood up and headed to the kitchen to start supper.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked after they had been driving for twenty minutes with Bucky saying nothing.   

His best friend turned tortured eyes on him, and his voice came out as a croak, “I have a pup. I fathered a pup. That she’s raising alone.”   

“Well, I mean, not technically alone, right? She lives with her brother and— “  

Bucky growled. “Don’t be an idiot, Steve. You know perfectly well what I mean.”  

“Buck, you didn’t know…”  

“The fuck does that matter? I forced my way into her nest, forced myself on her, and then left her alone with my pup inside of her.”  

Steve sighed a little, Bucky’s scent was nearly burning his nose with how worked up he was. “Bucky, you weren’t yourself, you didn’t have any control over your actions. You can’t blame yourself like this.”  

“I absolutely can blame myself for this Steve.” Steve started to argue but Bucky bulled right over him. “I’m supposed to be trying to make amends for the shit I’ve done right? Isn’t that what the court ordered shrink insists?”  

“Yeah,” Steve said cautiously, glancing over at where Bucky was now glaring out the windshield.   

“Well, this just became one of the most important things to make amends for.”  

Shaking his head, Steve asked, “How?”  

Bucky’s eyes turned back to him, the tortured look replaced with an intensity that he hadn’t really seen since before Bucky came back to him. “Well, to start, she’s not raising our pup alone anymore. I’m not skipping out on her life. I’ve already missed too much.”  

Knowing it was pointless to try and point out that you might not actually want something like that, Steve just nodded. Bucky didn’t say anything the rest of the ride back to the compound and the moment they arrived, he stalked to his room and slammed the door shut.   

Nat and Clint who had both greeted him as he passed them, turned lifted brows towards Steve who just shrugged. “It was a bit of a weird day.”  

“Weird how?” Nat asked. “Was she claimed like he worried she was?”  

“No, she is still unclaimed.”  

“Then shouldn’t he be happy about that? Why is he so sour?”  

Steve hesitated, wondering if he should just keep the news about the pup to himself. But then Wanda let out a sharp gasp from over by the kitchen area where she had been cooking. The other three all looked towards her, and her eyes were gleaming with excitement. “A puppy?”  

Clint and Nat’s heads both snapped to Steve in surprise. Sighing, he shook his head and said, “That’s his story to tell alright? And just, leave him be for the moment, okay?”  

He should have known it would be basically impossible to keep something like this from the team. At least from the ones who lived regularly at the compound. Bucky would just have to deal with it, whether he wanted to or not.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Even though he wanted to head back to your place the very next day, Steve convinced him to give you a little time at least. It had to be a huge surprise to you to find him on your doorstep, it would be better if he gave you a chance to process. Bucky agreed to Steve’s suggestion of waiting a week or so, but he only made it to Friday.   

He borrowed Steve’s truck, leaving early and headed up to your place. Turning what he would say to you over and over in his mind. Bucky was more convinced than ever that you were supposed to be his mate, and he was willing to do just about anything to prove that to you. But first, he needed to convince you that he needed to get to know the pup he had created with you.   

When he had broken out of HYDRA’s control, there had been a large part of him that was grateful that there hadn’t been any pups. He knew that they had hoped he would father one, they wanted to see if he would pass down the serum to any pups. Wanted to literally breed a generation of super soldiers, considering the other attempts at making ones didn’t work so well.    

Much to their disappointment, according to the notes he had read in one of the bases he had destroyed while he was on the run, none of the omegas seemed to be able to carry to term even if he managed to impregnate them. Unfortunately, twisted as the HYDRA scientists were, they blamed the omegas involved for their inability to produce a pup from him.   

It had sickened him to learn what they did to the omegas he had been with before discarding them. It was yet another dark mark in his column as far as he was concerned. The lack of pregnancies despite their efforts also made Bucky wonder if perhaps he couldn’t have pups.   

Bucky had just about accepted that notion, accepted that it wasn’t something he would get before he made the decision to track you down. And now he had to adjust to the fact that not only could he apparently have pups, but that he already had one. And she was beautiful.   

Smiling a little at the thought of her, he pulled into the drive and noted that there weren’t any other vehicles parked. He hoped that meant that your brother and his mate weren’t around. Bucky hadn’t missed the evil eye the brother had given him when he and Steve were here earlier in the week.   

Feeling nervous of all things, Bucky ran his fingers through his hair a few times to settle it before he climbed the steps and pushed the doorbell. He waited, his arm whirring quietly as he fidgeted.   

When you opened the door, your eyes were guarded as you eyed him. It was as if you were deciding if you wanted to speak to him or not.   

“I was wondering if we could talk. About—about Autumn.”   

Your shoulders lifted in a silent sigh, and you nodded once and turned to walk back down the hallway. Since you left the door open, he stepped inside and closed it behind him. Following you back into a neat and pretty kitchen. You were filling a tea kettle.   

“Do you want tea?” You asked without turning around.   

“Sure. I guess. Yeah.”   

He stepped around the island in the middle of the room, towards your side of the kitchen. You turned around and ran right into him. His hand darted out to catch you as you stumbled, his reflexes keeping you from dropping the kettle or falling over.   

Your eyes dilated, a shudder running through you before you stepped back and dropped your gaze away. Moving around him this time, you set the kettle on the stove and then moved over to open a cupboard. He caught your low muttered curse before you crossed to the other side of the kitchen and opened a door to what looked like a pantry.   

Bucky watched as you stretched up, standing on your toes as you tried to reach something on a shelf just out of your reach. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes and moved over to help you. He rested his hand lightly on your lower back as he reached above you and pulled down the box you had been trying to grab.   

You inhaled sharply, your body stiffening as your scent went sweet and heady. Intoxicating. Reacting to it, to you, his arm curled around you as you leaned back against his chest. A breath shuddered out of you when Bucky’s thumb rubbed against your skin, his breath fanning across your cheek when your head turned towards him.   

Closing the small distance, Bucky’s lips slid across yours, the low moan in the back of your throat diving straight to his dick. His hand skimmed up your chest, coming to rest against your throat as you opened for him. Tipping your head back further, deepening the kiss, Bucky trailed the fingers of his flesh hand under the edge of your waistband.   

Any self-control he had told himself to have as he drove over here was gone. You were the only thought in his head, your body pressing against his as your tongue danced with his. Shoving his fingers into your pants, he growled lightly when he met how wet and slippery you were.   

He nibbled his way from your lips to your ear as his fingers stroked over you. Your hips bucked against his hand, a low whimper escaping you when he plunged his fingers into you.  

You unraveled quickly, coming apart with just his fingers inside of you. But when he pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time, it acted like a switch on a bomb. Slick drenched his hand, your body shuddering against his as your head dropped back to his shoulder.   

Bucky held you up when he felt your legs give out on you, his arms wrapping tight around you while he ran his tongue along your neck. Growling, teeth scraping along your jaw, Bucky asked, “Where is your bedroom?”  

“Um. Down—” another shudder ran through you when his thumb brushed over you. “Down the hall.”  

He pulled away from you a bit, hesitating a little when you turned around. But there was nothing but desire on your face, in your scent. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body molding to his. Bucky’s hands slid down your thighs, lifting you until your legs wrapped around his waist. You mouth pressed against his neck, sucking roughly as you whined a little. Turning towards the hallway leading down opposite of the front door, he carried you easily down it.   

“Here,” you murmured, your lips moving over his skin before you licked over his jaw.   

Bucky swore as he felt himself twitch in response, aching to be buried inside of you. The moment he stepped into your room, your scent completely surrounded him.   

Your hands had found their way under his shirt, nails scraping across his skin as you squirmed against him. Everything about you in this moment was driving him mad. He dumped you on the bed, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your pants. For a moment he forgot his own strength as he tugged just a little too hard and tore them.   

Rather than be upset about it, you just let out a moan, your thighs pressing and rubbing together. Going with it, he tore your shirt off for good measure. You were gloriously naked, and he tugged on one of your nipples as he stood over you.  

“I want— Alpha please.” You were panting, your eyes blown wide as you reached out to push up his shirt. Pushing your hands away, he stripped out of his clothes.   

Stepping back up to you, he climbed up into the bed with you, flipping you over as you wiggled your way up in front of him. Pulling you to your knees, fingers gripping your hips, he sunk into you with a quick powerful thrust. Your walls immediately clenched around him, feeling as if you were trying to keep him locked inside of you as he dragged back.   

His hips slapped against your ass with each of his thrusts, burying himself to the hilt each time as you shoved back against him every time he thrust forward. Bucky knew his fingers were going to leave bruises, but he dug them in anyway.   

Wanting more, he reached out and tangled his fingers into your hair. Pulling you up, his arm crossing over your body, Bucky wrapped his hand back around your throat. His pace, the roughness and deepness of his thrusts, didn’t falter as he yanked your head back, so you were looking up at him. Letting your hair go, he dropped his hand to rub hard over your clit as he cut off your oxygen.   

Thrusting harder up into you, he watched your eyes flutter as your nails dug into his arm. Moments before he knew you would pass out, he released his fingers. Your whole body arched against him as you woofed in deep breath even as you came. Just as you reached the highest point of the climax, he tightened his fingers once more.   

Your mouth was open in a soundless cry as your slick drenched him, as he stroked your clit harder and slammed harder into you. Letting you breath, he felt as slicker flooded over him as you came all over again. Bucky doubted you had even come fully down before you had been shoved over again.   

Growling, he yanked your head back once more, biting at your exposed neck as he knotted you, spilling hot and deep inside of you as he did. Unexpectedly, he felt you come again a hoarse cry pulling out of you as your nails dug deep crescents into his arm.   

Locked together, the two of you collapsed into a heap. He could barely hear the thunder of your heart over the sound of his own in his ears. Both of you were sticky with sweat and he could feel the tackiness on his thighs as the slick that had poured out of you started to air dry. Catching his breath, he wrapped his arms around you and shifted the two of you into a more comfortable position.   

Your head pillowed on his flesh arm as he stroked his metal fingers across your skin. When he pulled your hair away from your face, he paused as he caught sight of the scar on your shoulder. Where he had bit you all those years ago. It was silvery white, slightly raised from your skin.   

Oddly pleased at seeing it, he ran his forefinger over it before he leaned down and scraped his teeth over it. You shivered in response. Smiling, he pressed his face into your neck and pulled you tighter against his chest. Feeling more content than he had in entirely too long.   

Notes:

I did say there would be more smut, though I didn’t necessarily intend it to happen in this chapter. The characters decided that. 😏😉

Chapter 10

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

Waking up an hour later, very aware of the body pressed against your back and the arm wrapped possessively around your waist, you winced. The promise you’d made yourself that you wouldn’t start anything with Bucky with exception of sharing your pup together had apparently been useless. It had taken only minutes after Bucky showed up before it shattered.  

Sighing, you started to shift away only to find yourself yanked back against his body as he growled. “Stay.” 

You felt yourself growing wet and gritting your teeth you tried to ignore the way your body craved him. Then you found yourself on your back, and he was filling you in a way that made you whimper in pleasure.  

His eyes were glittering as he looked down at you, his hips rolling slowly. In contrast to the frantic brutality of before this was almost lazy. You struggled, wanting to get back on footing where you felt more in control. But then he leaned down, his lips gliding against yours. The kiss was slow, lingering and full of a sweetness you had no defense against.  

You came on a slow rolling wave of pleasure, Bucky’s mouth feather across your jaw and down your neck. With a suddenness that had you squeaking in surprise, he rolled to his back pushing you, so you were sitting up. His hand glided back down your chest, the metal fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Those eyes you’d never been able to forget studied you, seeming to drink you in. Pushing at your hips until you gave in and rocked them, a low sound of satisfaction in his throat when you did.  

Fingers ghosted up your body before trailing back down. When they pressed against your clit as your hips rocked, your head fell back. Bucky watched you lose yourself in it, bit by bit until sweat dewed your skin and you fell apart around him.  

As your body relaxed, he pulled you down against his chest, fingers tangling in your hair to drag your mouth back to his. You didn’t hesitate to open for him, Bucky’s tongue sliding in to dance with yours as he thrust his hips up into you.  

He swallowed your moans, rolling you under him, his mouth leaving yours to scrape teeth over your neck. Nibbling and sucking your skin as you arched into him. You unraveled slowly, fraying apart at the edges until you were crying out his name. While you were still quaking from it, clinging to him, he let out a soft grunt, knotting you and releasing into you with hard throbs.  

Bucky pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent before he rubbed his face over you. He braced himself on his elbows, keeping the majority of his weight of you. Rolling to his side with you, he rested his head on his elbow and studied your face. You had closed your eyes, not wanting to look into those intense blue eyes.  

Because of this, you jerked in surprise when his thumb rubbed gently across your cheek. Blinking your eyes open, you found him nearly nose to nose with you, his eyes heavy and satisfied. When you focused on him. he closed the short distance to kiss you hand framing your face. You pulled away, tucking yourself against his chest settling down to wait until his knot went down.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

The sound of the shower woke him. Blinking, he stared at the ceiling for a moment before he leaned up on his elbows and looked around. The room was bright with sunlight, you must have opened the windows as he slept. The curtains shimmied with the wind. Rolling out of the bed, he bent down and pulled his pants back on. Curious, he moved around your neat and pretty room.  

Bookshelves full of books, knickknacks here and there. Some of them clearly having been made by a child, and he wondered if his pup had made them. Bucky was standing in front of your dresser, turning over a small blown glass flower. His eyes darted up at the movement in the mirror.  

Turning around, he found you standing in the doorway, an oversized robe nearly swallowing your frame. Your hair was still dripping, the water heightening your scent more than normal. Bucky felt himself twitch in response. Swallowing thickly, he set the flower back down on the dresser.  

“You should probably go wait for me in the living room. Emily and Autumn will be home soon.”  

Nodding, Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, not missing the way that your eyes had dropped to his chest before you turned away. Running his fingers through his hair he left your room and went to the kitchen. You had told him to wait in the living room, but before the two of you got sidetracked you had been making tea. Bucky figured you’d still want some.  

“What are you doing?” 

Bucky looked up from where he was transferring the boiling water to a pretty, little teapot. “I figured you would want tea.” 

A feeling of something that you didn’t want to examine welled up inside of you. To avoid it, you turned away from where he was setting things on to a tray, moving back over to the pantry to grab the box of tea that started this whole thing.  

When you turned back, he was looking at you, the look in his eyes curious as he tracked your movements across the kitchen. You took over the preparation, picked up the tray and walked towards the living room. Bucky trailed after you, sitting down on the other end of the couch.  

“Is Autumn old enough to be in school?” Bucky asked.  

“She attends a pup socialization school,” you replied, your finger tracing around the rim of your cup, eyes staring into the dark liquid inside of it.  

“Oh, those are a thing?”  

“Things are a bit different than I imagine they were when you were a pup.” 

Bucky snorted, knowing you were right. Putting that aside for the moment he said, “Look, I uh, came over here because—” 

He trailed off, not exactly sure what he was going to say. He wanted his girls; you and the pup both. But you’d been alone for all this time. You set your cup down, your hands folding into your lap.  

“I’m not going to stop you from being a part of Autumn’s life. Not if you want to be a part of it.” 

“I do want to—” 

You held up your hand, not finished. “But, if you are, you stay a part of it. I won’t have you waltzing in and out of her life like some—” 

“Doll, there’s nothing I want more than you and our pup. I’m in it for the long haul.” 

Something flickered in your eyes, and you looked away from him. “There isn’t going to be anything between us. Nothing more than our shared pup.” 

“What?”  

You stood up, having heard Emily’s car in the driveway. “You can stay here for now; I have to explain some things to Autumn before she meets you.” 

Bucky watched you walk away, his eyebrows pulled in as he considered the meaning of your words. It seemed like you were saying you didn’t want him as a mate. But he knew that you felt as much of a pull to him as he felt to you. Why would you deny that.  

Chapter 11

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

He wandered around the backyard. You had closed yourself with Autumn in your bedroom, and when your brother got home Bucky ended up feeling uncomfortable with the way the alpha glared at him. The backyard was neat and pretty, just like the rest of the house. A small vegetable and herb garden was off to one side, flower beds scattered around the edges. There was a play set; complete with swings, slide, sandbox and monkey bars. A yellow miniature house, which had a white door, blue shutters, and with pup-sized furniture.   

All in all, he could see why you lived here.   

There was a sound of a door opening and he turned around to see you standing there, your hand resting on top of Autumn’s head where she was currently plastered to your leg, peaking at him with one blue eye.   

When Bucky’s eyes met yours, you gave a short nod, and he crouched down so that he was more at her level as he said, “Hello Autumn.”  

The pup pressed her face against your leg, and you stroked your hand down her curls. “It’s okay Autumn, go on. He just wants to get to know you.”  

Bucky waited, staying as he was until she peaked back around at him. Then she came out from behind you, twisting a strand of her dark hair around her finger. She stopped right in front of him, intelligent eyes studying him carefully. When her eyes landed on his metal hand she asked, “What happened to your hand?”  

“Autumn don’t be rude,” you admonished quietly.   

Bucky just held his hand up, flexing his fingers and hearing the low whirring of the plates. “I had an accident a long time ago. So, they gave me this one.”  

“Did it hurt?”  

“I don’t really remember,” Bucky answered, no point trying to explain any of that.   

He looked into eyes that mirrored his own as she seemed to process that for a moment, then she said, “Mama says you’re my daddy. Is that true?”  

 “Yes, it’s true.”   

“Where were you?”  

Bucky glanced up at you, seeing you standing in the same spot with your arms wrapped around your stomach. Focusing back on Autumn he said carefully, “I wasn’t well.”  

“You were sick?”  

Her curiosity and straight to the point questions were something he wasn’t really prepared for, and he sent you another look. You hadn’t moved, and Bucky realized that you were waiting to see how he handled this, handled her. Sighing, he nodded. “Yes, I was sick.”   

It was true enough.  

“You aren’t sick anymore?”  

“I am much better now.”  

She seemed to think about it for a long time. Then she asked, “Am I supposed to call you daddy?”  

Bucky blinked. “Um. Well, if you wanted to you can. But I’d you don’t that’s okay too.”  

“What’s your name?”  

He smiled at her, feeling like he had made it over some kind of hurdle. “James Buchanan Barnes. But most people call me Bucky.”  

“Bucky is a funny name.” was the pup’s opinion.   

“Kinda. But I like it.”  

In that lightning quick change of mood that only pups seemed to have she grinned widely at him and asked, “Do you want to play?”  

“Uh sure. Can you give me a minute though? I wanna talk to your mommy first.”  

“Okay! I’ll be in my house.” She skipped away, her attention now on playing as Bucky stood up and moved closer to you.   

“I didn’t answer anything the wrong way, did I?”   

You looked at him, a faint smile on your lips. “No, I’d say you held up under the first round of questions quite well.”  

“First round?”   

“Oh, yes, she never seems to run out of questions.”   

Bucky nodded seriously, looking over his shoulder as Autumn giggled. It was a beautiful sound. Turning back to you, he reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. He did it without thinking, his thumb brushing over your cheek. Your eyes widened in surprise, body stiffening, when his hand trailed lightly down your arm.   

He couldn’t help it; the way he wanted you had seemed to increase ten-fold since he had found you. Stepping a little closer, testing things, he rested his hand against your hip. Your lips parted slightly, breath trembling as your pulse spiked, and your pupils dilated some. The urge to kiss you wormed its way into his head, and as you remained where you were he started to lean down to do just that.   

“Are you coming or not!” Autumn’s voice calling from behind him seemed to have broken the spell. You inhaled sharply and stepped away from him.   

“Why don’t you guys spend some time together. I have to get started on supper.”  

You turned around and fled into the kitchen. Body buzzing, mind racing, you moved jerkily around the kitchen on autopilot. You had decided that you’d go back with what you originally planned when it came to Bucky Barnes. You wouldn’t prevent him from being a parent to Autumn but there couldn’t be more than that between you.   

You might have wished he was around, that he would be your mate, but you knew that wasn’t possible. He led a life that was too risky, he was an Avenger dealing with nasty threats on the regular. You didn’t want to be a part of that.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

“You’re telling me, that the Manchurian Candidate has a puppy ?!”  

Now that he knew he had a pup, knew he was going to keep you both in his life, he needed to make sure the two of you were kept safe. So, he had gone to Steve to talk about it. And Steve insisted that the best person for the job of your safety was Tony Stark.   

So, now he was standing in the man’s lab, with him gawking at him like he was some kind of...freak. Bucky sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. This is exactly why he didn’t want to go to Tony Stark with something like this. The man was a giant ball of sarcasm, attitude, and judgment.  

“Focus Tony.” Steve chided.   

Tony stood up, pulling a bag of nuts out of his pocket and popping several into his mouth. Gesturing with the bag he asked, “So, when exactly did this—puppy making happen?”  

Bucky glared at him. “Does it really matter when?”  

Grinning, popping more nuts into his mouth, Tony lifted a shoulder. “Let’s say yes.”  

With a low groan, Bucky rubbed his hands over his face before he looked at Steve. “Can’t we just figure something out without this idiot?”  

“Tony’s the best bet for this kind of thing, Buck.” Steve said, apologetically.   

“Exactly, Cyborg, so spill the beans.”  

Sullen, annoyed, Bucky grunted and stared at the ground as he considered maybe just throwing this whole idea out the window just so he wouldn’t have to deal with Tony.    But yours and Autumn’s safety was too important. Sighing, Bucky said, “About six months before the whole thing with Project Insight.”  

Tony whistled, leaning back against a table. “You’re telling me that you claimed an omega when you were still all brainwashed and murdery?”  

“No, I didn’t claim an omega,” Bucky shot back. Tony smirked.   

“I just—went into rut after catching her heat scent and tracked down where she was,” he finished with a grumble.  

Tony’s smirk widened, as if he was enjoying this whole thing. “Mhm, I see. So the Winter Soldier got himself some strange, knocked her up, and then left.”  

“All right that’s it,” Bucky threw his hands up, turning away and stalking towards the elevator. “This was a stupid idea.”  

“Relax. Geez, get a sense of humor. I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you out.” Tony turned towards one of his worktables, calling out to Friday as he went. “Can you pull up the plans I’ve been working out for family units.”  

Unable to help himself, even if he wanted to strangle the man, Bucky found himself drawn over to where a 3D display flickered to life. Showing the blueprints to some kind of fancy housing units. Steve came over too.   

“How long have you been working on this?”  

Tony shrugged, popping more nuts into his mouth. “Well, Barton’s method might have worked for him, at least before the whole Ultron shit, but I don’t think it’s gonna work for most of us.”  

Steve nodded, studying the image with a critical eye as Tony started to go into the details. “You see, what with all the world ending threats that just keep happening, I figured it would probably be safest for those of us who end up starting families to have them protected.”  

“Are you thinking of building this here at the compound?”  

“You nuts Capscile? Hell no, this place is entirely too well known.”  

“Then where?” Bucky asked, his arms crossing as he squinted at Tony. Tony gave him a bland smile in return.   

“I’ve invested in some land in Canada, about 5,000 acres. It’s gonna be there.”  

“Canada? I was kinda hoping they’d be a little bit closer than they already are.”  

“Relax, it’s a quick hop, jump and skip from here to there in a Quinjet.” Bucky opened his mouth and Tony rolled his eyes. “If they are too close you run the risk that if this place gets attacked—again—they will be in the splash zone.”  

Bucky’s jaw ticked as he grit his teeth. He knew that Tony was right, but it didn’t stop him from wishing that he could just take you and Autumn to Wakanda or something and hide away from everything. But with the current conditional state of his pardon, that just wasn’t going to be possible. So, it looked like this would be the next best thing.  

“How long until it’s ready?” Steve asked.  

Tony leaned back, flicking the image away with a wave of his hand. “They are breaking ground next week. So, a month tops? Give or take.”  

Steve nodded, then looked over towards where his best friend was scowling at his feet. “Well, Buck, what do you think?”  

Bucky looked up. “Guess it’s gonna be good enough. Now, I’ll just have to convince her this will be best.”  

“Wait, what do you mean convince her?” Tony asked.  

Bucky ignored him as he strode out of the lab. Tony cast a look at Steve, his eyebrows raised. “Are you telling me that she hasn’t agreed to something like this yet?”  

Steve shook his head. “She doesn’t seem too interested in him beyond letting him be a parent to their pup.”  

Tony let out a low whistle. “Well, that’s gonna be fun.”   

Chapter 12

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

“So, what are you planning on doing about him?” You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Zach.  

“About who?”  

Zach stepped up behind you, looking out of the bay window in the kitchen that overlooked the backyard. Where Bucky was currently sitting in one of Autumn’s play chairs as she held a tea party with him and her five favorite toys. You couldn’t pretend to ignore the warm feeling you got every time he came over to spend time with her. It was clear that he adored his pup with the same kind of intensity that you did.  

“About him ,” Zach said.  

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything about him,” you said, turning away from the sight of the two of them to start supper. Zach moved to help you, clearly intending on continuing the conversation he was determined to have with you.  

“Seriously?”  

“Why do I have to do something about him?”  

Zach snorted. “Oh, c’mon, sis. Do you not see the way he looks at you?”  

Pausing, you sent your brother a look. “Why don’t you enlighten me on how he looks at me?”  

“He wants you as his mate, and you can’t pretend like you don’t know that. If I can tell that, you can. You’re way more observant than I am.”  

“That’s true, I am.”  

“So, what are you going to do about him?” Zach repeated.  

You rolled your eyes, returning to cooking. “Nothing more than this Zach. We share a pup, that’s it.”  

Zach made a disbelieving sound but couldn’t say anything more because at that moment, Autumn came running into the house with Bucky following behind. She was chattering a mile of minute and he was looking more than a little bemused. As she darted down the hall towards her room, Bucky paused in the kitchen.  

“What’s she going for?” You asked, smiling towards him.  

Looking bemused, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I—don't really know. She said something about someone called Laughy?”  

Chuckling, you nodded, “Laughy is her new pet turtle.”  

“Ah. I see.” Bucky eyed what you were doing. “I suppose I should get going if you’re gonna be eating dinner soon.”  

“Why don’t you stay? Then you can help with the whole bedtime routine,” you suggested before you could think better of it. Zach’s eyebrows had shot up his forehead, but you ignored it.  

Bucky looked a little surprised, but after a moment he looked relieved and agreed. Zach disappeared after you sent him a look and Bucky took over helping you finish.  

“Can I ask you something?” He asked as he accepted the plates you handed to him.  

Warily, you nodded.  

“Do you have a job or career, or do you just take care of the house and stuff?”  

That wasn’t what you were expecting him to ask, but it was better than what you thought he would. Smiling you picked up the silverware and led the way to the dining room table. “I’m a graphic designer. It lets me work from home, which is convenient for several reasons.”  

“Like what?” Bucky asked.  

“Like assuring I’m here whenever Autumn is, that I can take the time I need without having to worry about other people’s schedules when I go into heat. That kind of thing.”  

“So, you aren’t taking suppressants anymore?” He must have realized how personal of a question that was because he winced and shook his head. “Never mind, sorry it just popped into my head.”  

“It’s fine. To answer the question, no I haven’t taken suppressants since I went off them for that required heat. When we—well you know.”  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Autumn had fallen asleep during the last story from her storybook he had read, and Bucky just took a moment to watch her as she slept curled against his side. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, her hair a wild tumble down her back. She had begged him to read about a dozen stories to her, stretched out next on her bed, surrounded by the little nest she had made of stuffed toys.  

Finally, he disentangled himself from her and went to find you. You were sitting on a swing on the porch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and reading a book. As he stepped out on the porch you glanced up.  

“How many stories did she make you read?”  

Chuckling, he moved over, sitting down next to you. “Like a dozen. She made me use different voices because she said that’s what you do.”  

“Of course, that’s the best part.” you said seriously. You held that look for several long seconds before you grinned.  

Bucky used his toe to gently rock the swing. “She’s amazing. You uh—have done well with her.”  

There was a soft smile on your face. “Thanks.”  

“I really am sorry that you had to do so much on your own.”  

Your eyes met his, face shuddered. “It is what it is.”  

“Yeah, but—”  

“There isn’t anything you can do about it now. You can’t change the past. You’re here for her now, so just concentrate on that.”  

Bucky moved the arm he had rested over the back of the swing so that he could stroke his fingers along your shoulders. When you didn’t move away, he took that as a good sign and said, “I’m here for you both.”  

He heard the slight hitch in your breath as you turned to face him. “Bucky—”  

Cupping your cheek, he leaned forward to press his lips to yours. You made a soft sound, your hand curling against his chest. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. When your lips parted for him, he slid his hand around the back of your head deepening the kiss.  

He could feel your walls breaking down, giving way as he held you against him. Bucky was about ready to just pull you into his lap when he heard the soft thump in the distance and the scent the wind brought. Sighing, he gently pushed you back.  

For a moment you looked a little dazed, and then you pulled further away from him wrapping the blanket tighter around you. Bucky sent you an apologetic look as he stood up. Before you could ask what he was doing, you caught the noise from the yard.  

“What do you want Sam?” Bucky asked with a sigh.  

Sam Wilson walked into the circle of light from the porch. You stood up, blanket wrapping tight around your body as you crossed your arms. The new alpha smiled at you. “Hello, sorry to interrupt things.”  

“You weren’t interrupting anything,” you said, ignoring the look Bucky sent you.  

Sam’s eyes narrowed a little as he considered you before he turned his attention to Bucky. “Steve says we gotta go.”  

Sighing, Bucky scrubbed a hand over his hair. “Did you bring more than your stupid flight suit?”  

He grinned. “Well, Redwing is coming too.”  

“You know what I mean jerk.”  

“Yeah, Steve’s finding a spot to land the jet.”  

“Okay, fine, I’ll be there in a minute.” Bucky said, glaring until Sam rolled his eyes and turned away. Once he had disappeared back into the dark, Bucky turned back to you. Your eyes had shuddered as you considered him.  

“I’ve gotta go. So, I’m not likely going to be around this weekend like we planned.”  

“I understand,” you said. “I’ll make sure to explain it to Autumn. She won’t be too upset, she kinda thinks it’s cool her daddy is a superhero.”  

Bucky winced at the description, not a huge fan of being referred to as that. “Right. Look, doll, there’s something important that we need to talk about when I get back.”  

“I’m not going to be with you Bucky, I’ve already told you that,” you said, your voice a little monotonous.  

“No, it’s not—that, it’s something else. If concerns both you and Autumn.” He heard the whistle and barely restrained rolling his eyes. “I’ll explain when I get back. I’ll send you a message when we get back.”  

You were curious, but you knew pushing would get you nowhere. “Okay.”  

Bucky hesitated for a moment, then he let out a low curse and crossed the two steps across the porch to reach you. Yanking you against his chest, he kissed you hard and fierce before letting you go and jogging down the steps and heading in the direction where Sam had disappeared.  

Chapter 13

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

Bucky’s mission or whatever extended from a few days to nearly two and a half weeks. Surprisingly, Autumn wasn’t upset about it in the slightest. She really did love the fact that her sire was a superhero. Since she was starting kindergarten in a few weeks, you knew you’d have to have a discussion with her about how she shouldn’t go telling everyone that he was an Avenger. You figured it could be potentially problematic if everyone knew that fact.   

Halfway through the second week, you realized you were in pre-heat and went to let your brother and Emily know. The three of you and Autumn were supposed to be going on a vacation for the next five days, and with you going into heat you knew you’d have to stay behind.   

The next day, the three of them having left for the trip, you were finishing up with your preparations before you’d shut yourself into your room and ride this whole thing out. You were just feeling the first faint twinges of pain in your stomach when you heard the doorbell. Sighing, figuring it was probably one of the neighbors or perhaps a delivery you forgot about you headed to the front door to deal with it.   

But it was Bucky on the other side, his eyes glazed over a little as he cursed, “Shit. You’re in heat.”  

Slick and saliva pooled, his scent washing over you and shooting pain through your stomach. Whimpering, you curled into yourself. Bucky swore again, stepping forward to catch you as you slid down to your knees. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you into your nest.”  

He took shallow breaths, trying to avoid taking in too much of your scent so that his own instincts didn’t overwhelm him. Kicking your door open, he settled you down in the middle of the nest you’d already made for yourself. You immediately rolled over, tugging on your clothes as the fever had sweat beading across your skin.   

“Look, I uh, better go. I thought you’d have gotten my message but apparently not.” Bucky dug his nails into the palm of his flesh hand, trying to use the pain to resist the need to knot you.   

He started to turn away, intending to leave but you whimpered again. “No, don’t. Please stay.”  

Without turning around, he shook his head. “I can’t, you—”  

Your low whine cut him off. “You don’t want me?”  

Bucky said your name quietly, taking a deep breath. Which was a mistake because your scent invaded his senses and he felt himself go hard. Gritting his teeth, fighting his instincts all the harder, he said, “You aren’t in your right mind right now, this is just your heat talking.”  

Your low whine made his dick throb and he squeezed his eyes closed. “Please. I want you to stay. Want your knot. Please Alpha?”  

“Fucking hell in a basket,” he muttered, turning around and stalking back over to where you were sitting on your knees. Your face immediately brightened when he stopped in front of you. Reaching out, he fisted his hand in your hair and dragged your mouth to his. You made a pleased sound, your hands immediately pushing at his shirt, nails dragging over his stomach.   

Kicking his shoes off, he directed you further into the bed, climbing in after you. You started to reach out to him, trying to push his shirt up. Bucky pushed you back though, his mind was clear enough to tell himself that he could help you out with your heat without taking it all the way.   

Bucky wanted you, desperately, but he didn’t want to take you when you were out of your head with heat hormones and not quite in control of yourself. He didn’t want you to hate him more than you already did. So, he stretched out next to you, nibbling his way from your lips to your neck as he slipped his hands between your legs.   

The moment he slipped his fingers into your heat, your hips arched into him and you whimpered. Rolling his thumb over your clit, he thrust his fingers into you, dragging and pressing against your walls. It wasn’t long before you were panting and squirming against him, your walls fluttering around his fingers.   

“Go on, baby, I know you need to come.” Bucky murmured, his lips feathering over your jaw.   

You let go; a low moan on your lips as slick flowed over his fingers and hand. Unable to help it, he growled lightly in response, your scent swamping through him and making him ache with want.   

He continued to use his fingers on you, until you finally sighed in relief and your body went limp. Bucky studied your face as you blinked sleepily at him, then you closed your eyes and curled into his chest, nuzzling against you. You fell asleep before he had a chance to finish pulling his fingers out of you.   

Laying back, he did his best to ignore his hard-on and avoid sucking your slick off his fingers like he wanted to. Wiping his hands on his pants, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer against his chest. Listening to your even breathing as you rested.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

His hip buzzed. You whimpered in your sleep, and he quickly fished out his phone and silenced it. It was a message from Steve.  

 

When do you think you’re going to be back?  

 

Bucky could tell another wave of your heat was already on its way, your scent going thick and heady. You might have gotten some relief from his fingers, but the only thing that lasted for any real length of time was a knot. Sighing, he typed out a response.  

 

Don’t know. I’m going to be out of contact for at least a couple of days.   

What are you doing?  

I’ll explain later.  

 

Shutting his phone off, he got up. You were still asleep, and you were going to need something more than his fingers. He figured you had to have some knotting toys in your room somewhere. Quietly, he moved around your room searching for them. Pushing aside some of the undergarments in one of your dresser drawers he paused when his fingers brushed across leather.  

Curious, he pulled it out. Surprised when he found it was a knife. Turning it over in his hand, he pulled it slowly out of its sheath, examining it. Then he felt his eyebrows shoot up. This was the knife that he had left you with when he was still The Soldier.  

“Alpha?”  

Sliding back, he turned around to face you. You were standing next to the bed, eyes heavy and your scent nearly overwhelming. Bucky held up the knife. “You kept it?”  

Your eyes flicked to it, and you shrugged. “I kept it. What are you doing?”  

Setting the knife down on the top of your dresser. “I was—uh looking for knotting toys.”  

Your head tilted, your eyes glittering some. “I don’t have any knotting toys.”  

Bucky blinked, “Then what do you use when you're in heat? You said you weren’t with anyone.”  

“Mostly, I just suffer through it. But I don’t need to do that now.” Bucky’s mouth ran dry when you reached down and pulled the thin nightgown you had still been wearing over your head and dropping it.  

Walking over to him, you slid your hands up his chest to lock around the back of his neck as you molded your body to his. His hands rested on your hips; he intended to nudge you back but instead he ended up pulling you closer. Telling himself he’d only give into it for a moment, he leaned down to kiss you.  

You made a pleased sound, leaning up on your toes and rubbing your body against him. Groaning, he broke the kiss. “Look we shouldn’t—”  

When you let out a low sound that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a growl, he stopped talking, eyes wide as he looked at you. “I understand what you are doing, and it’s sweet. But I want this. I want you, and I want your knot.”  

For a moment longer, he hesitated instincts warring with his concern that this wasn’t the right thing to do. Then you pressed your body back against him, your face nuzzling against his neck as you whined low and long.  

He broke. Hands sliding down the back of your thighs, he hauled you up, his mouth crushing against yours as your arms wrapped back around his neck. Crossing the short distance back to your bed and nest, he fell into it with you. This time when your hands pushed at his shirt, he let you help him pull it off.  

Your fingers tugged on his belt, scrabbling a little bit as your brain went haywire when Bucky’s mouth closed over one of your breasts. Catching your hands, he pinned them above your head with one hand, taking over the task of getting his pants off. When he was as naked as you were, he stretched out over you.  

One of your legs wrapped around his waist, the move bringing your wet heat pressing against his length. With a growl, he pulled away from you, just far enough he could thrust forward and sink deep inside of you. You gasped, your wrists tugging against his fingers.  

Bucky nipped at your jaw, growling while he dragged himself slowly backwards until he was almost falling out, stilling as he sucked over where your pulse was thundering. Huffing, you squirmed when he continued to hold himself like that.  

“Alpha, please ,” you whined, unable to get any kind of friction because of the way he had you pinned.  

“What’s the matter, Omega?” Bucky asked, smirking down at you.  

“Knot me?” Your eyes were desperate, begging him to give you what you both wanted.  

With a hard snap, he buried himself in you once more, growling as your walls clenched tight around him, a happy moan spilling out of you. He let your wrists go, leaning back on his knees and wrapping his hands around your waist.  

You lost yourself in the pleasure, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as your body arched. Unraveling fast and quick, Bucky continued to snap his hips. He remembered just how much you liked the roughness, especially when you were in heat. Your eyes flashed open, blown wide and blurred, but you focused on his face, your hips moving to meet each of his thrusts.  

Dropping forward, hands braced next to your head, Bucky rutted into you. You unraveled, eyes rolling back as you came on a long wave. Taking your mouth with his, he chased after you. Your arms wrapped around his back, sliding down until you dug your nails into his hips. With a low grunt, he felt his knot swell and lock inside of you, moments before he was spilling hot and thick.  

Crying out, your nails digging into his skin, you came a final time your body shuddering with the strength of the orgasm that tore through you. Waiting until your body relaxed from it, Bucky peppered kisses across your face. When you finally went limp under him, he scooped his arm under your back and rolled to his back.  

Rubbing your race over his neck, scenting him, you let out a long content sigh. Sleepily, you muttered, “I really have missed you.”  

Bucky knew that you had said it so quiet that a normal person probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it. But Bucky wasn’t a normal person, and he had no problem hearing it. Humming gently, he rubbed his hand up and down your spine, feeling it as you went limp in sleep before he let himself join you.  

Chapter 14

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

The heat coming off your body woke him, you were curled around his side, arm draped over his chest and your head pillowed on his shoulder. It had been two days already, and you didn’t seem anywhere near the end of your heat. Not that he minded, being with you like this was just about pure bliss.   

You shifted, your eyes fluttering open as pain shot through you. “Fuck,” you cursed on a low mutter. Bucky shifted, rolling over your back and dragging his teeth across the back of your neck. Right across your mating gland, knowing full well that the sensation drove you wild. Sure enough, you squirmed, pressing your ass up against him.   

Linking his fingers with yours, pinning your hands down, he continued to slide his tongue and teeth over your skin, pressing slowly into you. You let out a happy little whimper, your ass pressing up against him again.   

“Feel so good, Omega,” he growled in your ear, his hips rolling slow and long. Your face turning to meet his, lips parting so that his tongue could dart in to stroke over yours.   

When you needed to breathe, he pulled back, dropping his teeth back to your neck to nibble and bite. “Gonna knot you. Make you feel so full.”  

“ Please ,” you whimpered.   

“Please what?”  

“Knot me,” you breathed out, your face pressing against the mattress as he plunged harder into you, hitting every single spot inside of you that drove you crazy. “Take me. Claim me.”  

His hips faltered some, his heart thudding at your last words. When you whined, he continued to fuck you, shaking away what you said. Bucky wanted to claim you, and hopefully he would be able to do it soon. But he knew that for sure wasn’t something he should do when you were in heat. That was something that he would only do when you were completely and fully in control of yourself.  

He focused on easing your pain, giving you his knot like you needed. But he could at least give you the phantom feeling of claiming, if that’s something that you wanted. Bucky scraped his teeth along your mating gland again, feeling your body react instantly to it.   

Your walls fluttered around his length, slick rushing out of you, your fingers tightening around his. Growling, Bucky rutted harder, needing you to fall apart for him. His lips moved over to your shoulder, to where he’d bitten you before. He swiped his tongue over the mark, then bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but to leave a mark behind.   

You erupted under him, your whole body tightening on a rush before snapping free as you came with a keening wail. Feeling the way you let go, had him growling and increasing the speed of his hips. Wave after wave of pleasure was crashing over you as he continued to roll his hips into you.   

Losing himself in you, fingers gripping yours tight, he bit down harder into your shoulder, breaking the skin this time. It set you off again, your walls vising tight around him at the same moment that he knotted you and came.   

Panting, he let your shoulder go, lifting his head up to inspect the wound. He ran his tongue over the wound, soothing it and cleaning away the blood. You were completely boneless, having passed out from the intensity so after he took care of the wound, he rolled the two of you to your sides, curling his body around you and holding you tight.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You woke nose to nose with a sleeping Bucky. Your fingers had curled around his dog tags in his sleep, and his metal hand was resting lightly on your hip. The fever and pain were gone, and you knew your heat had finally ended. Taking a quiet breath, you gently untangled your fingers from the chain as you watched Bucky slumbering.   

A part of you wanted to regret what happened. You just couldn’t seem to stop yourself from ending up here, in bed or in a nest with this alpha who had stolen your heart years ago. Moving slowly, you reached up and traced a finger lightly over his lips. Those insane blue eyes of his flashed open, wild for a moment before he focused on your face.   

Bucky’s smile was slow and sleepy, his hand sliding across your hip and around to your back, pulling your closer into him. His lips glided slowly over yours. You didn’t even think about it. You just sunk into it, wrapping your arm around him and letting your tongue curl with his. He hummed, rolling you to your back and bracing over you.   

You arched up to him, your leg wrapping around one of his. Bucky’s chest rumbled against yours, his mouth pressing a line of kisses along your jaw. Your name breathed out of him, and you purred in response.   

The moment he had woken, realizing your heat was over, he thought you’d shut back down. Instead, you’d stay open to him, responding to him eagerly even. Bucky’s hand curled around your thigh, pulling your leg up to his waist as he slipped inside of you with a slow roll of his hips.   

“Bucky,” you sighed his name, lifting your hips to meet his as you turned your face to kiss him.   

He said your name again, meeting your mouth with his and increasing the pace of his hips until you were shuddering with pleasure and tipping over. Bucky buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he knotted you, the warmth of his release spreading throughout you.   

You let out a contented sigh, arms banding tight around him as you nuzzled against his neck. He sighed, his nose pressing into your hair as he braced over you for a moment longer. Then he pulled you with him as he rolled to his back. You listened to the thud of his heart, the sound soothing and comforting to you.   

After a time, you shifted on his chest, your hands folding and your chin resting on them. His eyes had been closed but he opened them when he felt you staring. You were heavy eyed and your head tilted into his hand when he brushed his fingers through your hair.   

“Your heats done,” he said. You nodded, continuing to watch his face from your perch.   

“You want me to leave?”  

“Well, you’re kinda knotted inside of me, can’t really go anywhere, can you?”  

His eyes narrowed at you, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Oh, you have jokes now?”  

“Just a little,” you leaned up, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Then you kissed him long and deep. Enjoying your mood, his hands ran down your back to rest gently on your ass. Taking over the kiss, his fingers kneaded your ass, a satisfied purring starting up from you as he did.  

A loud sound outside in the hallway broke you apart. The two of you glanced towards the door when there was a soft knock. Emily’s voice called your name through it. Sighing, your head rested against his shoulder as you called back.  

“I’ll be out in a bit Emily.”  

“Alright, I’ll get supper started,” she responded.  

Stretching and sighing, your cheek rubbed against his shoulder. “Gonna have to go back to the real world.”  

Your head lifted, curiosity in your eyes. “Speaking of, why did you come over here to begin with?”  

“Well, I wanted to see you and the pup,” Bucky said, his hand stroking over your back. “But also, I wanted to talk to you about the two of you moving to Canada.”  

Your head snapped up. “I’m sorry, say what now ?!”  

Chapter 15

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

Bucky sat up, wincing a little as you rolled off him and got up. Your scent had shot into that burning notes of heavy anger and he realized a little belatedly that he had approached this the completely wrong way. You shoved your hands into the arms of your robe as you stalked across the room.  

Bucky stood up, his hands tugging through his hair as he said, “Look, doll, that came out wrong.”  

He caught the pants you threw at his face. “Get dressed and get out.”  

“If you’ll just let me try and explain what I mean.”  

“I don’t care. Get out.” You were glaring at him from the corner of the room you’d retreated to, your arms crossed tight over your chest as your foot tapped.   

Bucky opened his mouth as he yanked his boots on. “If you’ll just—“  

“No! Go! And next time wait until you actually reach me by phone before just showing up unannounced again.”  

Your finger stabbed towards the door. Wincing, realizing it would probably be best to let you cool off before he approached this the right way. He considered and rejected stopping by to see Autumn before he left. He hurried out of the house.   

“The hell you doing here?”  

Bucky winced for a third time, glancing over at your brother where he was glaring. “Leaving,’ he grunted, jogging the rest of the way where he had parked his bike days ago.   

By the time he returned to the compound he felt like the world’s biggest asshole. His intention was to try and have you see the wisdom in living somewhere like what Tony was building for protection’s sake. And now he’d gone and made it sound like he was trying to command you to do it.   

His hopes to sneak into the compound unnoticed were dashed almost the moment he stepped foot inside of it. “Hey, Buck!”  

Bucky’s shoulders hunched as he turned towards Steve’s voice, groaning when he realized both Tony and Sam were with him. Just fucking great. Steve gestured him over and he went reluctantly.  

“What?” He asked. A little harsher than he intended. Steve’s eyebrows lifted in response to his tone. Which just made Bucky’s shoulders hunch more.   

“I’d like to know where you were the past several days? And why you went completely radio silent.” Steve said, his tone even in contrast to Bucky’s.   

Bucky jerked a shoulder. “I was busy. Things to do. Now I’m tired and I’m going to bed.”  

Before Steve could say anything else, Bucky turned around and stalked away towards his room. The three he left behind watched him with varying levels of surprise.   

“What in the world was that all about?” Steve muttered.   

Tony pulled a bag of dried blueberries out of his pocket “Come on old man, can’t you tell when someone has spent the past five days fucking their brains out.”  

Steve looked at Tony in disbelief. “What? That can’t be right.”  

Snorting, Tony shoved the fruit back into his pocket and spread his hands. “If I was a betting man, I’d hazard a guess that he spent those days with his omega.”  

Looking back in the direction his best friend had disappeared in, Steve considered it. Was that what really happened? And if it did, why was he in such a sour mood about it.   

 

~*~*~*~  

 

You stewed about it for entire weekend, telling him when he texted you that you didn’t think it was a good idea that he come over. Thankfully, he didn’t try to push the issue. You thought your anger would have resolved. Instead, it continue to bubble in your stomach until Monday morning rolled around and you decided to do something about it.   

“I need your car today.” You told Zach.   

“Why?” He asked suspiciously.   

You rolled your eyes at him. “I don’t want to talk about it. There is just something I need to do and I need a vehicle to get there.”  

“Are you going to go speak to Bucky?” Zach asked you point blank.  

“It’s none of your business. Can I have the keys?” You held out your hand waiting while he fished them out of his pocket and dropped them into your palm.   

“I don’t think you should do this.”   

“Mind your business Zach, I’ll be back later.” You called over your shoulder on your way out of the house.   

Following the GPS directions, you stewed all the way to the Avengers’ Compound. Layering lecture after lecture mentally in your head, deciding the things you were going to say to him once you confronted him.   

You were going to have it out once and for all with him, and make sure he understood you in no uncertain terms where he could shove his whole “moving to Canada” bullshit.   

Following the long drive until you stopped in front of what looked like the main building, you parked Zach’s car and slammed out of it. You were a little surprised you weren’t challenged when you pulled open the doors and stepped into the building. The place was huge, so you hesitated just inside the doors, your eyes darting around the place. A pleasant female voice sounded from what seemed like the ceiling.   

“Hello, how may I assist you?”  

Glancing up in surprise and confusion you asked, “Hello? Who’s there.”  

“My name is Friday, I run the building. Is there something I can help you with?’  

Taking a deep breath continuing to look at the ceiling you said, “I need to see Bucky. Where is he?”  

“Sargent Barnes is currently in the private gym. Would you like me to ask him to meet you here?”  

“No, just tell me how to get to him.” You had no idea if that would actually work, but you didn’t want him to brush you off if the computer—butler?—warned him of your arrival.  

“The elevator at the end of the hallway to your right will take you down to the private gym.”  

You turned in that direction, a little surprised that you were being allowed to just wander around the place unchecked. What’s to stop a bad guy from doing the same?”  

As you made your way down what felt like an impossibly long hallway, past several rooms that looked like offices, small labs, and conference rooms. Passing another room, you paused and backtracked to look inside; looked like some kinds of weapons storage. Shaking your head, you turned away from it.  

Someone called your name just as you reached the elevator, the doors opening silently before you pushed the button. Turning around, you found Steve Rogers and a few others coming out of one of the rooms that had the glass fogged out when you passed.  

“Wait, what are you doing here?”  

“I’m here to talk to Bucky,” you said as you stepped into the car. He started to say, “I don’t think that’s a good—”  

You held up a hand to cut him off. “Save it. Take me down.”  

The elevator doors were already closing, the last thing you saw was the wince on Steve’s face and the smirk on Tony Stark’s. For a moment you wondered about it, but less than a minute later the doors were opening, and you were stepping out into what had been called the private gym.  

The space was huge, a dizzyingly array of machines and equipment spread throughout. There was a kaleidoscope of strong, overlapping, scents of all kinds permanenting the air. It seemed the gym was completely empty, except for the dull thuds and grunts coming from off to the left. Heading that direction, you found Bucky with his back to you, stripped down to a white tank and a pair of athletic shorts, landing punch after punch on a heavy bag.  

There were a pair of earbuds in his ears, which is probably why he didn’t hear you walk up. Judging by the sweat that covered his skin, and dripped off his hair, you suspected he’d been at this for a while. You were about to announce your presence when Bucky sensed you.  

His back went ramrod straight and he whirled around. “How’d you get in here?”  

You shrugged. “Friday, I think her name was, let me in. We need to talk.”  

“You need to leave.”  

Anger flared and you stepped closer to him, ignoring the wild look in his eyes as you poked his chest. “No, I don’t. Not until I have my say—”  

Bucky’s eyes dilated; a low deep growl rolling out of him as he stepped into your space his toes bumping against yours. His hand snagged your shirt, using it to pull you to your toes. Seconds before his mouth crushed to yours, you finally registered his scent. And what it meant.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Steve stared at the closed elevator doors as Tony chuckled. “Well, this is gonna be fun isn’t it?”  

“How the hell did she even get in here Tony? Why didn’t Friday stop her?” Steve asked, turning towards the smaller alpha, his hands on his hips.  

Tony shrugged, indifferent, turning away. “Because I put her into the system when Bucky told us who she was. The pups in the system too if you’re curious. Now, I’ve got important things to do.”  

Sighing, Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Tony walked away. “We should probably go down and—”  

“And what? You really want to get in between Bucky and his omega when he’s in pre-rut?” Sam asked.  

“But what about her safety?” Steve asked.  

“I’m sure she’ll be fine Cap, Friday keeps track of things and she’ll interfere if it is necessary.”  

Steve didn’t like it, but he also understood that that was probably what was best for everyone involved.  

Chapter 16

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

Your brain short circuited, Bucky’s mouth hot and demanding on yours shutting everything down by pure unadulterated lust. His scent, which you realized belatedly was not just musky because of a sweaty workout, invaded your senses and triggered a warm rush of slick. You’d unknowingly come here, poking your finger into the chest of an alpha that was hitting full rut.

An alpha that wanted nothing else at the moment but you.

Bucky’s hands slid around you, one hand on your ass to keep you on your toes as the other skimmed up your back to weave into your hair and hold fast. By the time he tugged your head back, breaking the kiss, your breath was a little ragged, your panties were soaked, and there was a deep needy ache inside of you.

His lips traced down your neck, a constant growl in the back of his throat as he said, “If you want to leave, you need to tell me right now.”

“I—”

Bucky’s head lifted; eye dark as he studied your face. “Yes or no. Are you leaving?”

There was only a second of hesitation before you said, “No.”

His mouth crushed to yours, dominating and consuming, kissing you until your lips were tingling and you were breathless. Tugging your head back, his mouth latched over your pulse, sending shivers throughout your body.

Mouth taking yours again, Bucky walked you backwards until your back hit a wall. He pinned you bodily against the wall, his hands stroking down your sides. Teeth nipping and scraping across your skin, he pushed your skirt up, fingers touching and gliding over you.

For one wild moment, you thought he was going to take you then and there—and you found you didn’t care in the slightest. But then a voice boomed out. “Hey, kiddos, there are private rooms dedicated to private activities. Go do your adult things there.”

Bucky growled, his fingers pausing and his forehead resting against yours. Then his hands cupped your ass, and he hauled you up so he could turn and carry you towards the elevator. The moment the doors closed, his tongue was diving into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the elevator wall.

“Best not befoul the elevator.”

“Fuck you Stark.”

“Just remember, you’re on candid camera.”

You giggled, pressing your face into Bucky’s neck as the doors opened and he set you on your feet. His hand gripped yours and he tugged you across what looked like a common area, past a surprised Natasha and Clint, and down the opposite hallway. The second he pushed through a door and kicked it shut; you were spun around to face it.

“Gonna knot you,” Bucky growled into your ear, his hands shoving your skirt up to your waist. Fingers twisted into your panties and a sharp tug later they fell to the floor. “My Omega.”

The fingers of his flesh hand dug into your hip, the metal hand yanking himself free so that he could bury himself inside of you with one long thrust. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closing with the feeling. He was leaving love bites all over your neck, his hips never pausing as he rutted into you.

Just as you were about to come, he suddenly pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact, but he was herding you towards the bed, yanking the rest of the clothes the both of you were still wearing off. Pushing you down on the bed, Bucky settled behind you, his thrust filling you before you had time to even blink.

He pulled your arms behind your back, holding them in one hand and using the leverage to yank you back against his hips. Hard and rough, it had your toes curling, your body shuddering and you crying out as you came. Bucky held you up by your arms, continuing to snap his hips into you.

With a sharp growl, his knot swelled, locking him into you as he spilled hot into you. Wrapping an arm around your chest, to keep you from collapsing as he let your hands go, he pulled you up against his chest. Nose brushing over your neck, he inhaled deeply, your scent soothing away all the aggression that had built up in his system as he entered his rut.

“My Omega,” he repeated, teeth scraping gently over your mating gland and making you shiver and moan.

“Alpha,” you breathed out, shivering again when he growled in your ear. The two of you stretched out on your sides, his breathing steadying and evening out as he wrapped an arm possessively around you.

 

~*~*~*~

 

Bucky was still asleep when you woke up; his body draped over you like some kind of super hot weighted blanket. Lazily, you reached up to play with the ends of his shaggy hair. Then you remembered Zach was expecting you home by the afternoon. You cursed, trying to wiggle out from under the super soldier currently pinning you to the bed.

Growling, his head lifted up and he squinted at you. You looked at him apologetically, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Where are you going?” Even as he asked the question, he was shifting, pinning you more securely into place, head dipping so that he was nibbling at your collarbone.

It was like a flashover with how quickly heat cascaded into you. You told yourself you’d call Zach later and hooked a leg around Bucky’s waist, grinding yourself up against him. A pleased sound rumbled out of him, his hands sliding down your arms to grab your wrists so he could pin them above your head. Deciding that wasn’t enough, he shifted off you and stalked across the room.

Curious, you sat up, eyes tracking his progress as he disappeared through a door across the room. He was back in less than a minute, a bundle of rope in one hand and a knife in the other. He set the knife on the end table and crooked his finger at you.

Moving over to him, you knelt on the edge of the bed as he directed, then watched fascinated. Working quickly, Bucky tied and knotted the rope around your thighs, torso, and arms in some kind of intricate design. His breath dusted hot over your skin as he worked, his fingers brushing gently as he secured each knot or twist. The sensations were driving you wild, so that by the time he seemed have tied the last knot, you could feel slick dripping down your inner thighs.

He tugged your head back so he was looking down at you, eyes glinting as his fingers dipped between your legs. Barely stroking them over you, he grinned when you whined. His finger pointed to the middle of the bed and you shuffled over to it, so worked up that you ached. Bucky knelt behind you, and you watched as he tossed the ends of the rope on your arms over the crossbeam above the bed.

Your arms were pulled gently up until the were above your head, and then he tied the rope off on the headboard. His fingers trailed over the rope, stopping every once in a while as if he was checking something. By the time he was down to checking the ropes around your thighs you were whining and tugging on the rope.

Bucky shuffled up behind you, his body pressing into your back as he tugged your head back and captured your mouth. You had just enough time to register him rubbing through your folds a few times before he changed the angle of his hips and sank into you with a low growl. Keeping your head tipped back, thrusting into you with long, hard strokes, his metal hand slid around to press cool against your clit. Worked up, needy, and aching, it took very little time before you were coming, slick rushing out around Bucky’s length to coat your thighs.

He sucked, and bit at nearly every available inch of your neck and shoulders he could reach while wrapped around you. His hips never faltered or stilled, his cock rutting into you with some kind of perfect aim—hitting every sweet spot you possessed. All while his fingers never stopped stroking over you.

Completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but come over and over again, tears were tracking down your cheeks by the time Bucky’s pace started to stutter, nearing his own release. Rutting harder, his teeth scraped over your mating gland, nipping gently so that you were coming again just as his knot swelled inside of you. Heat spread through your stomach as he painted your walls with his cum, a low growl ripping out of him as he came.

Your body sagged against him when he stilled, your chests heaving with the strength of your combined climaxes. Bucky nipped at the spot behind your ear as he reached back and tugged on the rope to have it falling away from the headboard. Supporting your weight with one arm, the knife seemed to just materialize in his hand, spine sliding silky against your skin as he carefully sliced through the ropes bound around you.  

When you were free and he had tossed the scraps aside, he curled up with you. Sleep had already claimed you and he was quick to follow you into oblivion.

Chapter 17

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

You woke on a cresting wave of pleasure, starting at your toes and rolling through you strong enough to leave you breathless. Bucky was buried between your legs, arm pinning you in place, his mouth and tongue hot on you. Lifting your head, you looked down to meet sparkling blue eyes.   

“Good morning, doll.”  

“Well, good morning to you too,” you said a little breathlessly.   

Bucky nibbled his way up your body, sparking little fires of pleasure everywhere his mouth touched. When he had made his way to your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours, you were squirming and dripping. His scent had returned to normal, but you weren’t about to complain.  

Sitting up, he pushed your knees up to your chest, holding them in place as he inched slowly inside of you. Watching you squirm and whine, he smirked, enjoying your desperation and neediness. When he was finally seated inside of you, hips nearly flush with your ass, he stilled.  

“ Bucky !” you whined, your fingers digging into the skin of his forearm.  

“What’s wrong baby?”  

“You’re being mean.”  

“Oh? Am I being mean?” He teased, dragging back until he was just barely still inside of you.  

The moment your mouth opened to answer, he snapped his hips forward; hard and deep and changing the words you intended to speak to a moan. Then he was rutting into you, fast and quick. Your nails dug harder into his arm, he slid his metal fingers over you pressing them against your heated, throbbing clit and circling it, continuing to thrust.  

You came apart, your walls gripping him, coming with a keening cry. He grunted, leaning over you and sucking on your throat, while he chased his knot. A few minutes later, he felt himself swelling that electric tingle at the base of his spine signaling his release so that he buried himself deep inside of you before he released.  

Breath wheezed out of you when he collapsed on top of you, too spent to try not to land directly on you. He was squashing you, but for a moment you didn’t really care. Turning your face, you rubbed your cheek against his neck. He mumbled something you didn’t catch and then he was shifting, rolling over to his back with you spread over him.  

His hand rested on your ass, squeezing gently before splaying across it. You sighed, content, and nuzzled against his chest. When you looked at his face, you say his eyes were closed and his face was completely relaxed.  

One of his eyes slitted open. “You’re staring baby.”  

“You’re really pretty you know that?”  

Both his eyes shot open in surprise, then he squinted at you. “I am not!”  

Giggling, you nodded, “You kinda are. Even with the scruff and the shaggy hair.”  

Reaching up he ran a hand over his cheek and then pushed at his hair. Then he pinched your ass. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”  

“I bet it will,” you said with another sigh, dropping your head back to his shoulder.  

You thought Bucky had fallen asleep, he had been quiet for so long. But then his hand stroked up and down your spine. “So, you came over here unannounced.”  

Nose wrinkling, you pressed your forehead against his shoulder and groaned. “Yeah, I did.”  

“Why?”  

Sighing, knowing that you had to have the conversation now, you shifted so you were looking at him. “I came over to have a fight with you.”  

His eyebrows shot up, a grin spreading across his face as he chuckled. “Oh? You did did you?”  

“Yeah.”  

“About what?”  

Your eyes rolled. “The whole Canada thing.”  

Bucky winced. “Look, you gotta know I wasn’t trying to tell you what to do.”  

“I guess I know that. But, what reason would I even have to move to another country?”  

His knot had gone down, so he shifted you off him and sat up. “You and Autumn are important to me. Your safety is important to me. With who I am, with what we do, there is always a risk.”  

“Risk?”  

“That you will be targeted.”  

“Oh,” you whispered.  

“Yeah,” Bucky said, his hand pushing his hair back. “So, I went to Steve who went to Tony to see if there is some way that I can mitigate some of that risk.”  

“Uh—”  

“Tony’s building this—I guess it’s like a community? On some land he bought in Canada. It’s going to have the highest level of protection and security someone like him and the Wakandians can come up with.”  

Your forehead wrinkled. “Wakandians?”  

Bucky waved that away. “Yeah, they are most technologically advanced country in the world. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s creating it for our families.”  

“I see. And you want Autumn and I to what? Move there? Like under house arrest or something?”  

“What? No. It’s not a prison, anyone who lives there can come and go as they please and it’s not too far away from Toronto from my understanding.”  

You hummed; eyes narrowed. Bucky continued, “Look, I’m not saying you have to. I’m just saying think about it? It would probably kill me if something happened to either of you.”  

Bucky watched as you nibbled on your bottom lip, then you nodded. “Alright, I’ll think about it. But I really need to go, Zach is likely gonna turn my ears red with a lecture about having his car here this long.”  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

Bucky returned to the common area after seeing you off. He was trying to be okay with you saying you’d think about what he proposed, but he wished you’d just agreed to it. He was scowling into the fridge when Clint wandered in.  

“What did the fridge ever do to you?”  

Bucky looked around. “What?”  

Clint nodded as he hopped up on the counter. “You are looking like you wanna murder the appliances.”  

“Whatever,” Bucky grunted as he shut the door.  

He turned around and considered the man. Clint’s eyes widened a little. “Uh-oh, I don’t like that look.”  

“You’re mated aren’t you? Have a couple of pups?”  

“Three, and yes. Why?”  

“I need some advice and you’re pretty much my best option.”  

Clint rolled his eyes. “What a kind way to ask.”  

“Har har,” Bucky said, “How did you know that your mate truly wanted to be claimed? That it wasn’t just a—hormone thing?”  

The archer shrugged. “We talked about it, when we both had cool heads.”  

Bucky crossed his arm and scowled at the floor.  

“Have you considered taking her out on a date?”  

“What?”  

Clint rolled his eyes again. “A date.”  

“Well, I mean we’ve—”  

“No, Don Juan, I’m not talking about sex, or a heat/rut thing. I’m talking about an honest to goodness date. Where you dress up, and she dresses up, and you bring her flowers and take her out somewhere that isn’t in either of your places.”  

“Oh.”  

He hopped down from the counter. “I heard you were quite the dancer when you were younger. Maybe she likes dancing too.”  

Bucky watched Clint wander back out of the room, considering what he had said. Maybe it would be a good idea to try and take you on a date. Of course, he’d have to get you to agree to that first.  

Chapter 18

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

 

It took Bucky a couple of weeks to convince you to let him take you on a honest to goodness date. During that time, he’d spent as much time as he could with you and Autumn. As summer started to die into fall, you finally agreed to a date and he pulled the trigger on the plans he had floating around in his head for weeks.

Zach pulled the door open when Bucky hit the doorbell on the day of the big date. His eyes were narrowed, flicking down to the flowers in his hand wand back to his face. Over the weeks, your brother still seemed rather unfavorable towards him, but he couldn’t blame him. After all, he’d been the exact same way with his sisters, so he couldn’t exactly fault him.

You came down the hall on a rush. “Zach, quit trying to intimidate Bucky and go do something else.”

Zach snorted and rolled his eyes, but turned and walked away as you stopped in front of Bucky. Your eyes fell on the flowers and smiled. “You brought me flowers?”

“Course I did.”

Taking the bunch, immediately burying your face into them and inhaling deeply. You were wearing a pretty floaty kind of dress in a shade and fit that complicated you in every way. Inviting him inside, you said, “I’m gonna go put these in a vase, and then we can be on our way. What are we doing?”

“You’ll see,” Bucky answered vaguely, following you to the kitchen and watching as you moved around taking care of the flowers. He heard the soft patter of feet and turned in time to catch Autumn as she launched herself at him.

“Daddy!” She buried her nose into his neck, hugging him tight. She’d only recently started to refer to him as daddy, and he found that it was just about the sweetest thing he ever heard.

“Hey there buttercup, you being good for your ma?” Bucky asked her as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

She giggled and wiggled in his arms until he set her back on her feet, still holding on to his hand and swinging it back and forth. “Why do you call her ‘ma’? Everyone else says she’s my mommy.”

The pup’s bright blue eyes were sparkling up at him as she waited for his answer. Ruffling her curls lightly he said, “Ah, that’s just how I grew up referring to my mother.”

“Can I meet your—ma?” She asked, stumbling a little at the unfamiliar use of the word.

Bucky’s heart squeezed a little bit. Before he could answer, you spoke up from where you were setting the flowers in the middle of the kitchen island. “Autumn, do you remember how I told you your daddy is kind of special?”

You moved over to her, crouching down to her level and taking her hands. Autumn nodded solemnly. “Yeah. You said that he was born a long time ago like Captain America.”

“Exactly, so because of that, you won’t be able to meet his parents like you were able to do with me and Uncle Zach. Do you understand.”

Autumn seemed to consider it and then she nodded. You smiled and kissed her before you stood up and spoke to Emily. “I’ll try and be back before bedtime.”

“Can I go with you?”

Both you and Bucky looked down at her. Your eyes moved over to him and this time Bucky crouched down to her level. When he opened his arms she threw herself into them to hug him. Running a hand down her hair he said, “Not today pup, today I’m just going to take your ma out.”

She was pouting when she pulled back, trying to keep from laughing, he tapped a finger on her nose and said, “However, if your ma agrees, we’ll go to Coney Island next weekend.”

“What’s that?”

“A magical place of wonder,” Bucky said seriously. Autumn’s eyes brightened immediately and she turned her eyes on you and pleaded for that. Standing, Bucky just grinned at you. You rolled your eyes and said, “Okay, okay, yes. We can go to Coney Island next weekend, assuming the weather behaves.”

Autumn let out a whooping cheer and dashed away to play. You led the way out of the house, pausing when he opened the door to the car he had invested in. “Coney Island huh?”

“Hey, it’s a New York must do.”

You chuckled as you settled into the passenger seat. The two of you passed the drive talking mostly about Bucky’s childhood. You found it fascinating, and he found that unlike with most people he actually enjoyed talking to you about it. It was still warm enough to have the windows down as he drove, so the wind was teasing at your hair and you occasionally stuck you hand out the window to float it on the air currents. Not for the first time, Bucky found himself struck with your simple and yet stunning beauty.

Despite everything, despite being a man out of time and someone with a long wake of bad in his past, he had been lucky enough to find the love of his life. The two of you might have been doing things a bit out of order, but he was bound and determined to keep you and the little family he had started with you.

He took you into the Catskills. It was a lengthy drive, but you didn’t complain, just enjoyed watching the scenery as it passed by. The trees were starting to show their fall colors, and this was your favorite time of year. Finally, Bucky pulled off the road, drove up a short gravel road for another mile and then parked the car.

You climbed out as he pulled things out of the trunk, you eyed them with your eyebrows raised. “A picnic?”

Bucky hummed, letting you take the bag containing the blanket and leading the way up the little path to the spot he had picked out. He shooed you away when you moved to help him set up and you smiled but walked away to take in the view to leave him to the task.

The two of you spent a couple of hours together on the blanket. Enjoying the food, the drinks and each other. You were stretched out with your arms tucked behind your head, eyes closed as you enjoyed the late afternoon sun. Bucky was leaned up on his elbow, content to watch you as you relaxed. You let out a long sigh, stretching lazily before you rolled towards him and propped yourself up on your elbow.

Head resting on your hand, you asked, “So, what made you so bound and determined to take me on a date anyway?”

You had reached out, your fingers toying absently with his dog tags. Bucky lifted his shoulder, shifting himself a little closer to you and resting his hand on your hip. “I had some advice from someone that if I wanted to show you I was serious about you, about this, then I should probably try actually dating you.”

“Was it Steve?”

Bucky snorted. “Please, despite that boy being over a hundred, he has absolutely no game at all.”

“Boy? Aren’t you the same age?”

“Nah, I’m over a year older than him.”

“God, you’re such an old man,” you teased with a giggle.

“Maybe so, but I still have plenty of moves,” Bucky teased back.

“Mhm, Don’t I know it.” You tugged him closer to you by his dog tags, your lips sliding gently over his. Bucky kept the kiss light, his hand cupping your face as you melted against him.

Then you surprised him by pushing against his shoulder until he rolled to his back. Straddling his lap, you leaned down to his mouth, kissing him with a lot more heat, while your hands slid down his chest. Taking control for the moment, his fingers tangled in your head as he deepened the kiss, tongue dancing with yours. You were practically vibrating with sudden need, and didn’t care that you were somewhere where just about anyone could come across you.

The world spun, Bucky switching positions so that you were tucked under him. He continued to devour your mouth, pushing the skirt of your dress up so that he could stroke fingers over the damp fabric covering you. You arched into his touch, his mouth swallowing your moan when he slipped his fingers into your underwear and dipped them inside of you.

He wasn’t in any kind of hurry, wanting to draw out every pretty sound you could make. Bucky’s mouth feathered across your cheek, his fingers curling and dragging over you until you were whimpering and your hips canting up to met his hand. Torturously slow, he coaxed the climax out of you, watching your face while the pleasure swamped through you.

When you’d come back to yourself, he rolled your underwear down your legs and undid his own pants to pull himself free. Sticking with the almost lazy pace, he rolled his hips into you, one hand holding on to the leg you’d wrapped around his waist. Your fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck, your body arching up to his so you could kiss him. The moment, the gentle sweetness of it stole your breath and made your heart ache in a way you never expected it to.

Bucky’s teeth scraped gently over the shell of your ear, making you shiver as he murmured, “Come for me baby.”

And you did, the orgasm building from your toes and rolling over you on a strong warm wave that emotion swamping through you, tears pricking at your eyes with the strength of what you were feeling. When he started to pull back so that when he came he didn’t knot, you shook your head.

He looked at you in question. Kissing him you muttered, “Want you to knot me.”

“Kay,” his voice was a whisper seconds before he was kissing you in a way that made your head spin. He had already been close, but hearing you nearly begging him to knot you set him off completely. Bucky buried his face in your hair and let himself go. You clung tight to him as he did,

Panting, spent, he shifted so that he didn’t squish you with his body weight, considering you were on hard ground rather than the give of a bed, Bucky stretched you both out on your sides. Then he noticed the tears staining your cheeks. Concerned, he rubbed his thumb over the tracks. “What’s wrong.”

The sigh you gave was a little watery as you shook your head. “Nothing is wrong. It’s just—all of this, you, it’s perfect. And—“

You paused, your eyes searching his as he waited. “And I love you.”

His face lit up at your words. Resting his forehead against yours he said, “I’ve been wanting to say those words to you for ages.”

After a few moments, you made a sound in the back of your throat and said, “Yeah, well, you kinda haven’t yet.”

Bucky’s head lifted and he saw the humor glittering in your eyes. Huffing a little, he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too doll. From those very first hints of your scent I caught all those years ago.”

Warmth spread through you and you kissed him long and deep when his lips met yours.

 

~*~*~*~

 

“Can I ride a roller coaster!” Autumn was dragging at both of your hands as the three of you made your way through the crowds. As promised, and since the weather was one of those random throwbacks to summer, you and Bucky had taken Autumn to Coney Island.

The day had been a perfect one. You were just as enchanted by the place as your pup. Bucky was having a great time showing it all off to you. Originally, you’d been a little concerned that perhaps he’d get singled out or something when you went—he wasn’t exactly an unknown entity after all. He might have been pardoned by the government, and the United Nations, but there were still a lot of people who had a strong negative opinion about that.

But luck had held out and nothing had happened. Bucky held your hand, spent a ridiculous amount of time and money winning cheesy stuffed toys for both you and Autumn, and the three of you pigged out on hotdogs, cotton candy and popcorn. It was now late afternoon, and you had told Autumn that she could do one more ride but then they would have to start back home.

She wanted to ride a roller coaster for some crazy reason, but Bucky shook his head and told her he had something even better to ride.

Standing in line at the Wonder Wheel, Autumn chattering away in that way she had, Bucky sensed your nerves. Draping an arm around your shoulder he pressed his lips against your temple. “Relax, doll, it’s perfectly safe.”

“But it’s so high. What if it breaks?”

“It’s been in operation since the 20s, it’s gonna be fine.”

You snorted. “Oh great, it’s almost as old as you are and you want me to not be scared?”

Bucky smirked at you, amused. “I’ll hold your hand the whole time. Promise.”

You rolled your eyes as you climbed into the car, Autumn squeezed herself between the two of you. Bucky’s arm rested along the back, his hand a heavy and comforting weight against your neck as the machinery kicked in and the wheel began to turn. After the initial flutter of sheer panic, you managed to relax enough to enjoy it. Autumn’s sheer joy and exclamations going a long way to ease it. As the Wheel stopped at it’s zenith, Bucky leaned over her so he could kiss you. It was a quick and mostly chaste kiss but stirred lust inside of you nonetheless.

It was late evening by the time Bucky was pulling into the driveway. Autumn had passed out less than twenty minutes into the ride home. You waited as he unhooked her from her seat. She mumbled and snuffled a little as he lifted her out of the car. He nodded towards the door, signaling he’d carry her in.

When she was tucked in and the two of you had stepped out of her room, Bucky turned to leave, but you rested your hand on his arm. Quietly, you said, “Why don’t you stay the night. After all it’s late, and I can make you breakfast in the morning.”

It was the first time you’d invited him to stay the night, not including when you were in heat and that really didn’t count. So, he let you pull him to your bedroom.

Some time during the night, you were deep asleep and curled against his chest when he heard the door creak open and a small voice say, “Mommy?”

“What’s up buttercup?”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“Had a bad dream and wanna sleep with mommy.” Her voice sounded tiny and he didn’t even hesitate to call her over. She bound over and he scooped her up with one arm and shifted so that he could settle her between the the two of you.

Your head lifted sleepily. “Wazit?”

“Pup had a bad dream wants to sleep with you. That’s okay?” Bucky murmured quietly. You nodded and wrapped an arm around her as she nuzzled into your chest. Wrapping an arm around you both, Bucky yawned and shut his eyes and let the low purring you started for Autumn lull him back to sleep too.

Chapter 19

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

“Hey, Clint, can I ask you something?” You asked the archer, one eye on where Wanda was currently entertaining Autumn by levitating things.  

Clint looked up from the pool table where he was currently setting up a shot to defeat the latest attempt that Sam had made to try and defeat his accuracy. “Sure, whats up?” 

“Your family lives in Missouri right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“How often do you see them?” 

Clint rubbed a hand over the back of his head, sighing a little. “Not nearly enough.” 

“Is it because it’s a pretty long flight?” you asked.  

Clint shrugged, Sam moving closer to hear your conversation. “I mean, it’s a few hours by quinjet.” 

“So, you could go home to them every night?” 

“I wish I could, but with the nature of this job—the training, the being called away at the drop of a hat, it really isn’t feasible to do that. I’d pretty much get home and then only get a few hours before I’d have to come back. And really, I feel like that would have me spending less time than I already do with them now.” 

You nodded, looking thoughtful. Curious Sam spoke up. “What’s eating at you?” 

Sighing, you glanced over when Autumn let out a manic squealing giggle. Finding Thor pretending to be taken down by her. It amazes you how accepting everyone on the team seemed to be not only of you but of Autumn too. Steve adored her almost as much as Bucky did.  

“We went to see that community or whatever it is that Tony built yesterday.” 

“Ah,” Sam said as Clint lined up and hit the cue ball. “Damnit Barton how do you do that every time!” 

“Because I’m the best,” Clint responded. “I take it you aren’t really a fan?” 

“It’s impressive,” you answered, completely avoiding the delay question.  

Catching the scent, you looked over as Bucky and Steve came off the elevator together. Brightening when he saw you he switched directions and came over to tug you against him to kiss you hello. He was drenched in sweat, which probably meant he and Steve had just spent the last hour training with each other. Laughing you pushed against him. “Hey! You’re getting me all gross.” 

He growled lightly in your ear, teeth nipping. “Well, if that’s the case, you better come take a shower with me.” 

Heat bloomed inside of you, your face heating as he lowered his voice and told you just what he wanted to do. Sam grinned as he watched your eyes widen, shifting from foot to foot when Bucky let you.  

“Daddy!” Autumn had noticed him, deserting Thor in favor of dashing across the room to throw herself into Bucky’s arms. Swinging her up, around and then settling her on his hip he sent you a wink. 

“Hey there buttercup. Did you take down Thor all on your own?” Bucky asked as the god lumbered back to his feet.  

“She certainly did, Sargent. Your pup has got quite the strength in her.” Thor’s voice was a boom as Autumn giggled and rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder.  

Kissing her head, he asked her, “How would you like to keep playing with Wanda and Thor while I steal your ma away for a bit.” 

“Yay!” Autumn cheered, already pushing to get back to her feet. The second the hit the floor, she was darting back towards Thor and leaping at him.  

Bucky smiled at the sight for a moment before he turned his attention back to you. He went from doting father to feral alpha in an instant. Your whole body went on high alert as he stalked over to you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him towards his room.  

The second you were inside the door he was on you, mouth hot and hands eager and seemingly everywhere all at once.  

“Fuck, you smell fucking amazin’,” Bucky’s voice was a low mutter as he yanked your shirt over your head before his mouth closed over one of your breasts. Heat speared through you, arrowing straight to your core, having slick pooling in a warm rush.  

Growling, he hauled you up, his mouth fusing against your neck as he walked the short distance to the bed and fell on to it with you. He tugged on your pants, growling in annoyance when they got hung up on the boots you were wearing. The second he got you free, his head descended, teeth nipping hard into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.  

You cursed, your hips jerking when his mouth closed over your clit and fingers plunged inside of you. Bucky wrapped an arm around them, pinning you in place with no effort without even breaking his stride. Your fingers dove into his hair, fingers twisting into it to anchor yourself.  

Bucky had you erupting in no time at all, his mouth and fingers relentlessly dragging you up and over the edge. But he didn’t stop there; he kept at it until you were panting, heart thundering, slick soaked, and feeling thoroughly wrung out.  

“Knees baby, on your knees for me.” Bucky growled out as he pulled away from you, pulling his tank over his shirt and shoving his work out pants off. Boneless as you felt, you managed to flop over on to your stomach. Then he was pulling you up, one arm wrapped around your stomach as the other curled gently around your throat.  

Tipping your head back, he took your mouth as he thrust into you. His hips moved with a kind of frenzy that drove you both hard and fast into pleasure. Letting your mouth go, Bucky scraped his teeth over your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin until he felt you fluttering around him. Poised on the edge as you were, he tightened his fingers, face pressing against your shoulder, rutting hard into you.  

The moment his fingers relaxed, oxygen pouring back into your system you came with a wild cry. Back arching against him, whole body shuddering, the orgasm exploded through you with such a high level of intensity that your vision went grey. Growling, Bucky shoved you to your hands, fingers digging into your hips as his pace went nearly brutal.  

Just a little delirious from it, you rocked back into him. With a final hard thrust, he buried himself into you, knot swelling into place and cum spilling against your walls. You both collapsed in a tangled heap, both to far spent to even care.  

Eventually, you came back to yourself. Bucky had already passed out, his body wrapped around you, face pressed against your neck, and breathing slow and even. Exhaustion was threatening to pull you under, but you held off for a moment, thinking about what had just happened and what it meant.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

A week later, you asked Bucky to come over. Before he did, you also asked Zach and Emily if they would take Autumn into the city for the night. There was this movie she wanted to see, and you paid for them to stay in a hotel.  

There were things you needed to talk to Bucky about, and you wanted to do it just you and him. Because it could literally change everything.  

Nerves were jangling as you waited for him to arrive. To combat them you cleaned and organized and fussed with things that didn’t need any of those things done. You were making tea when you heard the door open, and Bucky call out.  

“In the kitchen,” you called back.  

Moments later he was there. “Hey doll. Where’s Autumn?” 

“In the city with Zach and Emily for a date.” 

“Oh.”  

Shutting the stove off you turned around to face him. “We need to talk.” 

Wary now, Bucky eyed you. “Okay?” 

Taking a deep breath you started, “I don’t want to move to that place in Canada.” 

Bucky’s face fell a little before he was able to hide the disappointment, so you hurried on. “I don’t want to move there because I want to be with you, somewhere where I will see you every night unless you have to stay away for a mission.” 

His eyebrows rose a little. “So, what? You want me to move here?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think that’s wise considering you and Zach are barely able to stand each other.” 

“Hey, I thought things were better!” 

A smile flickered across your face. “It is. No, I mean, I think Autumn and I should come and live with you on the compound property.” 

“But that’s not that safe—” 

You interrupted him. “Then Tony can add the same kinds of security and protection to the place as he did to the property in Canada. I’ve seen the half-finished houses on the property. I think we could probably make one of those home.” 

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but you rushed on. “And you have to claim me. I want you to claim me, but you also have to because I don’t want to be unclaimed and going through another pregnancy alone.” 

“Of course I’ll claim you, I’ve been—” Bucky trailed off as the words hit him. “What?” 

“I’m pregnant Bucky.” 

“Pregnant?” 

“Yes.”  

Bucky’s eyes blinked rapidly as he processed. Then he rushed forward and wrapped you up in his arms, basically crushing you against his chest. “Pregnant?” 

“Bucky, you’re squishing me,” you said half laughing at his enthusiasm. 

He loosened his hold but didn’t let you go. Hand pressing lightly against your stomach, he stared into your eyes, his own radiating pure joy. “A puppy?” 

Your smile was slow and brilliant. Shaking your head slightly you said, “No, Bucky, puppies.”  

Chapter 20

Chapter by abstractnerddreams

“Puppies?” Bucky repeated.  

You smiled, nodding and holding two of your fingers up. His smile “Twins? We’re having twins? How do you know?” 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you linked your arms around his neck. “Well, I took a test. But the way you’ve been acting was the first clue.” 

“Me?” Bucky looked bemused.  

“Yes, you’ve been extremely—hands on lately,” you said. Pushing up on your toes, you kissed his jaw. “Possessive.” You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Insatiable even.” 

A growl rumbled out of him, his head turning to capture your mouth. He picked you up, turning around and setting you down on the island. Bucky’s hand dived into your hair, dragging your head back so he could feast on your neck.  

“See,” you said, breathlessly.  

Bucky grunted, pulling you off the counter and carrying you to your bedroom. By the time he had you stripped and pressing you back against the bed, you were so needy that you were practically begging.  

“I want—” 

“Know. Will.” Bucky said, his body covering yours, sucking gently on your bottom lip before he bit gently at it. Sitting up on his knees, he skimmed his fingers slowly down your body watching your eyes close as you arched up into his touch. “Turn over baby.” 

You rolled, excitement and anticipation coursing through you when Bucky’s hands stroked up your spine and back down to grip your hips. Watching him over your shoulder, you bit down on your bottom lip at the concentration on Bucky’s face. His eyes stayed on where he was pressing himself slowly inside of you.  

When you let out a happy groan, his eyes flashed up to yours. Smirking, he watched your face now, moving deliberately slow as he dragged himself back before snapping forward. Holding you in place, his grip bruising your hips, he built it up steadily for the both of you. By the time he had settled into a rough pace you both enjoyed, you were already hovering on the edge. 

His arm circled around your chest, pulling you up against his chest, his hips pistoning hard and fast, Bucky nipped and nibbled on your neck. Pressing his lips against your mating gland, he swiped his tongue over the spot feeling you shudder in response. Rutting harder, he held you close to his body, working to get to where he needed to be. 

You were both just there, teetering on the edge together, when Bucky finally fit his teeth over your mating gland. A shudder ran through you again, your back arching against him. With a deep growl, he bit down hard, breaking the skin at the same moment that he knotted you. The coppery taste of your blood flooded his mouth as you both came.  

It felt like there was an instant of electricity that shot through the both of you as the bond snapped into place, the flood of emotions and sense of belonging coming with it on a deep rush. Impossibly strong and overwhelming, it ended up causing you both to crash over into another shared climax.  

Letting you go, Bucky pressed his face into your neck as you both panted and adjusted to the sensations. Recovering before you, he lifted his head, eyeing the mark on your neck which still bleeding. Dipping down, he ran his tongue slowly over the mark, you shivered at the contact, and he felt the spike of contentment that came from you.  

Laying down with you, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, keeping you as close to him as possible as he pressed his hand over your stomach. Fingers splaying out and stroking gently over your skin. He knew it was too soon for him to be able to feel the pups' movements, and he couldn’t wait for that moment. He was going to be here for all of it this time, he wouldn’t miss any of it like he did with Autumn. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, having felt the spike of discontentment through the fresh bond. “You’re not upset about the puppies, are you? I know that we didn’t really talk about—” 

Bucky nuzzled against you, holding you more securely. “Hey, hey, hey. Relax, baby. I’m not upset.” 

“But I feel that your upset.” 

He pressed his lips against his mark, rubbing his nose over your neck after. “No, baby, I’m not upset about the puppies. In fact, I’m beyond excited about it. I just was a bit sad that I missed out on all of what I will experience with these guys with Autumn.” 

Your eyes closed, your body relaxing against him once more. “Oh.” 

Bucky stroked his fingers across your stomach again, tracing small circles. “I can’t wait to meet them.” 

“Yeah.” Contentment washed over you, a combination of yours and his together.  

 

~*~*~*~  

 

“Wait, so I built a whole thing and now you expect me to just do that here? And build you a house for you and the misses?” Tony asked. 

Bucky growled lightly at his tone. “I don’t want my family to be so far away, where I will only be able to see them occasionally. So, yes, I am expecting you to do that kind of thing here. And we will take one of those half-finished houses near the river. ” 

“Oh, will you?”  

“Tony, it’s not like you can’t manage it,” Steve put in from where he was leaning against one of the tables in Tony’s lab. “And besides, you have Pepper and Morgan here, certainly you understand Buck’s need for the same.” 

Tony’s eyes rolled heavily. For a moment, he stared at the floor, making several quick mental calculations. Then he sighed. “Fine, I guess, but you have to realize it will take time—” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. They can stay with me in my room in the compound until it’s done. And I want to help with the remodeling of the house.” 

“You?” 

“Yeah, I’m good with my hands. And since it’s gonna be our house, I figure we should probably have some say in it.” 

“Fine. Go away now, Mommy has plans to make and doesn’t need the kids underfoot.” Tony turned away from him and Steve, striding across the room and calling out to Friday as he went.  

Steve straightened up, slapping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go let her know.” 

They tracked you down outside, chatting with Wanda and Natasha as Autumn chased Clint around the area of grass set aside for Thor when he came and went. Walking up to you, Bucky wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair.  

Your hand came up, patting his arm as you leaned back into him. “Hey.” 

Bucky lifted his head, pulling aside the collar of your shirt to fully uncover the mark on your neck. It had already healed despite the claiming happening less than two days ago. Settled into the shiney silvery color of a full bond. He felt your happiness when he pressed his lips against the mark and let your shirt go.  

“So, what did Tony say?” You asked.  

“He’s bitching and moaning about it, but he’s gonna do it. In the meantime, you and Autumn can stay in the main compound with me.” 

“How long is it going to take you think?” 

“Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna make sure to keep on him so that we can get all nice and settled into our home long before these guys make their appearance.” Bucky answered, stroking a hand over your stomach.  

You hummed, leaning back against him as he rested his chin on your shoulder and the two of you watched Autumn run away giggling from Clint as she managed to tag him. The both of you more than ready for the next chapter in your lives.  

 

 

End

Notes:

Hello my lovelies. This is the end of this fic. But this is not the end of Bucky and his family's story. Keep an eye out for the next installment.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Her Alpha, His Omega