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Of all the things Bucky expected to happen when they injected him with that isolated component, it definitely was not growing a vagina.

At this point, he was pretty sure it wasn't the serum that they isolated.

'We believe we have isolated the component that makes the serum from his blood! With this, as well as your own blessing from Zola, we believe it shall help you in your next encounter with him, you will likely be even stronger than him!'

So what the hell was this, some sort of weird side effect? Did that other fucker have one too? 'No, probably not...' Bucky certainly felt stronger but this was just... flat out weird. He still had his dick, and his balls, at least for now, and he was hoping they would stay. Maybe this was some sort of fluke and it would go away on its own.

It wasn't even fully formed and it didn't get that deep. But it had been... making itself more known over the past couple of days. When he slept for a week, after a week of mild abdominal cramping, he didn't think much of it. He just woke up with a seem in the skin there, but now...

Well, fuck. He'd ask about it next time he went to medical.

Of course, that was what he told himself last time...

Fuck it.

He had a mission to get to.

Only he wasn't looking forward to that either. That stupid Captain, the sample patient they happened to use to see if they could get the original serum? He'd been super weird lately and Bucky was more than sure he'd be there. He wouldn't stop sniffing, at least in Bucky's general direction. He'd stop and stare. And at one point he just made this blank face when Bucky was face to face with him. And he didn't wanna fight.

Bucky figured he should've suspected something the moment the Captain had been able to escape. They supersoldier proofed his cell, and while having waited till a full moon to make his move, all he left in the wake of his escape was broken path, metal, and some nasty carnage. Like a damn animal had been through there. Bucky was a little more than sure he'd heard the guy growl at him a couple times, but he always passed it off.

There's no way the Avengers would let a werewolf on their team, even if he was the world's first supersoldier.

Moreover, werewolves didn't fucking exist.

But Bucky felt like he was losing his mind.

.oOo.

Couple weeks passed and it was... well...

“I have a vagina.”

“I—... excuse me?”

“I. Have. A. Vagina.”

The doctor stared at him.

Bucky stood and dropped his pants, cupping and lifting his other equipment so the doctor could clearly see. And he wasn't gonna lie, it was a pretty nice vagina. Fully formed now. Soft lips that dipped just under his balls, which had spread a little bit, separating with skin that was a little more attached, kinda puffy looking, and much softer, but thankfully not any smaller. The little bead that formed in the middle of them he could guess was his clit. Oh, and he had definitely tested that. He was still a little wet from this morning so there was a slight glisten. All the hair was soft like animal fur. Come to think of it all his pubic hair was like animal fur now. Even the hair on his head seemed softer. And of course, it was a pretty pink, delicate color. It looked like a perfectly healthy, tight little virgin vagina. Matched the color of his nipples, which seemed to have grown over the past week too. He kinda wondered if that'd be a problem with the cold.

Bucky slapped the hand away. “Did I say you could touch?”

“I—... are you certain this wasn't there beforehand?”

Bucky stared and raised a brow. “Pretty fuckin' sure.”

“How?”

“You're askin' me? I'm in here for a reason, Doc. But if I had to guess? What the hell did you inject me with a couple weeks back?”

They immediately got to running tests. And as it turned out, Bucky didn't just have a vagina. He had a fully functioning, at least hypothetically, womb as well. And it was gloriously healthy though not quite standard for a human woman. Which he wasn't one... so...

And then they got all giddy and scientific.

“This is absolutely remarkable.”

They took samples, blood, tissue, wanted to take an egg cell and apparently, that got a growl from Bucky at them before he caught it.

Now they were staring at him expectantly with giant curious scientist eyes. Fucking Hydra scientists. They never miss an opportunity.

“You want to inseminate me.”

They seemed nervous for a minute but eventually one nodded and they all seemed to be in agreement before looking at him expectantly again.

“You realize this would mean I'd be outta the field for possibly 9 months, maybe more?”

And suddenly the thought, 'paid vacation' pops into his head, and he's a little on board with that idea. They all nod again and he stares, quiet a minute.

“Two things. C-section, I'm not interested in labor pain. And you figure out whatever the fuck reason this thing appeared and get rid of it once it's all said and done.”

Those were things they were happy to agree with. Weird how he didn't tell them to take the kid off his hands. He'd never wanted kids. But really, he should have just given them an egg, pregnancy would probably be miserable. But he'd literally get to laze around and eat whatever he wanted instead of hard work and dealing with the Captain again.

They picked their best men in Hydra, which of course, one had to be his partner since it couldn't be himself. Then there was their head honcho. And of course the best brain they had as well as the best forefront leader they had.

Brock seemed well enough on board with the idea. Though he seemed curious about said vagina, he knew better than to ask Bucky about it. And of course, he was normally pretty interested in what Hydra was interested in. They were people of science above all, even if Brock was more of the brute strength side of the missions.

Schmidt, Zola, and Pierce also seemed pretty interested. Though Pierce seemed convinced it wouldn't work, and Schmidt seemed convinced it might take something more than a human male to get him pregnant, maybe something more than himself even, which Bucky was surprised to see their leader admit. Zola took his name out of the hat drawing though and took lead of the project.

Since Bucky wasn't going to have 4 babies, and explicitly told them as much, they ran tests to see who he was most compatible with and start there. The natural draw of DNA and chemistry, if you will. Whatever bullshit they used to explain it. Turned out to be Pierce. Which made Bucky pretty glad he wouldn't have to have sex with anyone.

They just gave him a pill to induce ovulation, made him feel pretty weird actually, used the turkey baster and he was good to go. They'd check back with him in 2 weeks, see if it took. Told him to rest in the meantime.

Only it didn't work. And he'd certainly ovulated, they were able to find the egg, still inside of him because of how weirdly territorial he got about it, but it hadn't budged and it wasn't fertilized. So they moved on to the next person, maybe Pierce was just too old and his swimmers weren't strong enough.

Brock.

2 weeks later, and he was under the table again and still not pregnant. The little egg cell still stubbornly there. Still unfertilized. Brock mentioned it being just like its mother, despite being only half of a possible person.

Bucky had stared.

They tried again with Brock. Zola hypothesized that perhaps it was immature, because they interrupted his cycle, and because of this the sperm cells wouldn't recognize it or even try to fertilize it.

They set him up with some dyes added inside his system and in the semen for the turkey baster. And tried again, this time putting him under this weird machine, something between an x-ray and ultrasound, and then they waited.

Waited for something they could observe.

Turns out, that wasn't what was happening at all.

The sperm cells recognized it all right, Brock had some pretty healthy little swimmers. But the moment they got to the egg, it was like they started disappearing. And the egg cell remained... unfertilized.

Upon further inspection, it looked more like the egg cell was... using them for nourishment... to stay alive there...

Which, honestly, a bit scary but kind of badass.

So they went with stronger swimmers. Maybe they'd be able to withstand that? They made sure to put him under observation this time too. Though, gave him some recovery time before they did.

Turns out, Schmidt's swimmers? They knew to stay the hell away from the egg. They didn't seem to want to move toward it at all, but stayed within the warmth and safety of Bucky's womb. And Bucky... honestly didn't wanna have his boss' swimmers living inside of him, who knows how long those things'd take to die. But as they got weaker, they gave in. And like a trap, they fell in, same deal.

Bucky still didn't want the egg removed for testing, so Zola just ran further testing on him. Learned a little about his cycle.

That he might go into heat, presumably once the egg needed to be fertilized or it would die, but seeing as it couldn't be by any of them, well... Likely option was that Bucky'd be facing hell. Zola said they could try during his heat, or he could perhaps continue keeping it at bay by providing his tiny monster of an egg with more sperm to eat, in different and more intelligent words, but Bucky got the basic gist of it.

Bucky just told them to figure out what the hell happened so he could have the system removed and not have to worry about it.

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.oOo.

Now. Everything up until there had been just fine and dandy.

No pregnancy, which meant no vacation, but Bucky was fine on his missions.

Though admittedly, it had been a couple more weeks since the last one and he was feeling kinda funny. He'd been masturbating like crazy, and while he mostly stuck to playing with his clit or penis, considering how tiny that stupid hole was and how the prospect of anything in there terrified the hell out of him cause he was pretty sure it would hurt like a bitch, it was getting bad enough for him to actually consider letting some guy fuck him or buying a dildo. A small cock though, nothing big, just something to start that would fit cause he was pretty fucking sure nothing too big would. There was also some weird little sense of pride he had about being a virgin, at least this way, and he kinda didn't want to let just anybody stick their cock in him.

Zola mentioned something along the lines of pre-heat. And fuck if Bucky didn't just think it was just a stupidly hot as balls day for a mission.

Brock asked him if he wanted to sit this one out, but they actually had the chance to capture that stupid Captain again, and there was no way in hell he was missing that with the shit he had happening to him. He never noticed how pretty the moon was before though...

The chase ended up going longer than expected, and the Captain managed to lose his help but he'd be damned if he let the bastard go.

Now though...

Communicator not working, blocked location signals, you name it. It was like he was a sitting duck until he either found a better location or found that stupid Captain. He figured it might have been better they do this not during or so close to a full moon so they didn't have to deal with whatever additional superpower the supersoldier got during them, but they had a real shot here, and he planned to take it.

He heard a growl and turned around with his gun aimed. Red dot between glowing blue eyes. He seemed taken aback for a moment but then more interested in scent again. He wasn't even remotely afraid, and while it was a tranq, nothing to kill, something in Bucky was having a lot of trouble pulling the damn trigger.

That had never happened before.

He moved closer, still scenting, suddenly grabbing Bucky's hand and pulling him in before his nose was straight up on Bucky's neck. Bucky could smell him back... god he smelled good.

And then he got his head back, but by then, fucker had taken away the gun. There was another growl but this one seemed satisfied as the Cap tried to wrap his arms around Bucky.

Bucky pulled back, elbowing him in the face before pulling himself back to turn tail and run. Or at least grab his fucking gun.

He didn't get far when the Captain tackled him. Another growl reverberating. More upset. He turned to see him and—.

My, what sharp teeth you have.

His heart sped up but somehow, he wasn't feeling too fearful. He was... was this turning him on?

The Captain slipped a hand into his pants before he could process the thought, and suddenly, rough fingers were on those lips that made up his pretty little cunt. It was almost like a singe, and he hadn't realized how wet he was but god that felt good.

Then he got his head back, again, and quickly kicked the other wolf away.

Wolf.

Did that sound right?

He gave a growl back in warning and got up to run again. This time managing to lock the Captain in the room before looking for his own way out of the building.

No weapon this time... great.

He still felt weird. Still funny and uncomfortable. The horniness was getting worse. So was his fever. And it was too fucking hot to be on a mission. He wandered a bit but wasn't coherent enough to find a way out. How the hell did they end up here anyway? Place looked abandoned.

.oOo.

He ended up aimlessly wandering for a while.

He only stopped when he got to what looked like it used to be an open garden. Overrun with greenery now. The full moon peering in on it.

It was so beautiful...

He didn't have time to bathe in the light of it before he was tackled again, this time by something giant and furry and—very very naked.

It looked like a bipedal wolf monster. Werewolf. His mind supplied. Fuck.

Pretty one too, lots of golden, healthy fur, thick muscles. Blue eyes glowing like the moon. He started changing. Right before Bucky's eyes. And—.

Apparently the Avengers would let a werewolf on their team.

Captain America. Was a fucking werewolf. With a—.

Fuck. Fuck!

With a monster dick to complete the package. Bucky wasn't small by any means, but this guy. This guy. Fuck. He wasn't even fully hard. And staring at the damn thing certainly should not have made Bucky's lower mouth start watering. Really not the fucking time.

That thing'd tear him apart!

His eyes widened when the Cap moved closer, all he could do was stare, frozen. He heard a whine he realized came from the other wolf, his breath was getting heavier but he couldn't move. Despite tackling him, he seemed surprisingly like a gentle giant now. He felt hands open up his pants and sharp nails on the skin of his thighs as his legs were spread. There was another growl, and he didn't realize what was going on until he felt a hot, flat tongue press itself against his folds, tip just dipping in before it moved upward, over his clit and making him shudder at the sensation and his cock stand at full attention.

He was about to stop him before he felt that same tongue at the tip of his cock and suddenly found himself enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. And fuck if it wasn't making him wetter, he assumed—.

Fuck. He couldn't even think.

Did this guy have practice or... what exactly was his deal? He felt sharp canines brush against his cock as he was repeatedly swallowed up by him and the sense of danger only seemed to add to it. He was embarrassed to admit he didn't last long. It's like this guy was fucking magical, that was safe to admit, right? He was a werewolf, after all. Bucky's breath hitched when he was finally pulled over the edge, and as it turned out, Mr. Werewolf happened to swallow every last drop of cum that pulsed out of his cock.

Bucky felt crazy relaxed now. That was better than any girls he'd been with, and he'd convinced a lot of dames to give him a blow job or two over the years. He felt the other wolf shift above him. Claws dip against his folds before testing him. Jeez, even his fingers were gigantic, but one managed to get in, surprisingly enough. And lo and behold, it felt just as good. He was so gentle...

Bucky sat there enjoying the hazy and intense feeling for a good while, his mind managing to come back by the third finger, but he didn't want it to stop. He bucked his hips into the movements and gave his own whine when they were suddenly removed. His pretty little hole clenching at their absence.

He took a few breaths, relaxing in the big guy's arms before he felt a blunt head press up against him, just slightly dipping in. Weird shape or maybe not so blunt, but it felt so good, so good. And it wasn't even in yet. He looked down and—.

Felt fear once again wash over him. There was no way that thing'd fit.

He immediately kicked the wolf back and uttered a growl scrambling to get up or crawl away before his leg was caught and he was once again pinned under him. The crack of his ass feeling the girth of it press against him before there was a bit of space. His heart was beating too fast and he couldn't do anything but hold his breath as he felt his pants pulled further down and his hips lifted to reveal that same little prize that showed up weeks ago.

This was really happening. Captain America, in some animalistic state, was going to rape him.

He braced himself for pain and bit his lip to keep from moaning when he felt that same blunt head line itself up. He squeezed his eyes tight as he finally pressed in. And there was pain. A burning feel he couldn't mistake. But it was like his body was trying to decide between that and how ridiculously good it felt. He clenched up as he felt himself stretched and winced as the other man sunk his cock in deeper.

He felt something snap and a sharp, sudden pain. Like he was split open or something finally gave way because this guy was just too big.

There went his virginity. And his dignity. He let out a sharp whine.

He felt him sink all the way home quickly then, as if to try and make it less painful, the blunt head now pressed up against his cervix to say hello.

He felt him press closer against him, nosing at his neck in some form of... was he back to gentle now?

Whatever, Bucky took the time to catch his breath. He was so big, so big. And Bucky didn't know anyone could ever feel this full. Or take a cock this big for that matter.

A long while passed, and the Captain didn't move. Bucky's breath finally calming as his body calmed its own clenching and unclenching, trying to decide whether or not to take the intrusion. Was the ground this soft before?

He ran his fingers through the grass a moment before realizing where he was again. Oh. That's right. There was a thick cock in him, spreading his pussy open for it. He tried to raise a hip a little and his breath hitched at what the motion caused.

Fuck, that felt good.

There was still a slight burn of pain, but it... it felt like this is what his vagina was meant for. Getting fucked by this big mean wolf guy. It felt too right to be wrong. So it couldn't be, right?

The other wolf took it as a sign that he was ready, and pulled back. Slow. He was slow to start. And Bucky couldn't help letting out a shuddered breathy moan every time he thrust back in. He was sopping wet, for sure, but squeezing tight on that cock that was deflowering him. He kept involuntarily clenching around him but he didn't falter. In fact, he moved his hands to raise Bucky a bit so it'd be easier for him to take, and Bucky, so lost in the pleasure of it he could barely think, found he liked being mounted.

And the hands roaming over him and the muscles on his stomach, his chest and his nipples which twitched at the graze, the hand bringing his cock back to life. The man over his back. Fuck, he liked everything about this guy. Including his monster cock.

He felt a kiss at his nape and a nuzzle. And fuck, this guy was a sweetheart and apparently good at using what he was gifted with. Hell of a first to take, but so fucking sweet. He heard a soft growl and barely managed a response. A soft whine of his own escaping before he managed it out.

“M-more...”

He didn't get faster, he adjusted them and got deeper. His cockhead kissing the start of Bucky's womb every time. And it wasn't much longer that he lasted like that. Deep thrusts soon felt his inner walls fluttering and he was fucked straight through it. The Cap seemed to stop paying as much attention to his cock, but for now, Bucky was pretty okay with that.

When he felt those inner walls stop fluttering, he picked up the pace and pressed further into him. A soft bite on Bucky's shoulder that had him gasping for breath. He wanted... he wanted... His nape felt funny. He wanted him to bite him there.

When he felt himself getting closer again, he reached down for his cock, see if he could get both systems to come together. He'd only managed to get the coordination right once, but that had been one hell of an orgasm.

His hand was pulled away with both hands held down to stop him. His mind wasn't coherent enough to use the metal one to get out of it. If he even could, that was. Fuck, if he knew his cunt was some kind of mating call or whatever for the Cap, and it would feel like this? He would have gone to him first thing, been getting his brains screwed out in the best ways. Who gives a shit about fraternizing, this was the best damn sex he'd had in a full decade, possibly ever.

Was this what it was like to take in a dick? Cause it was fucking amazing, why hadn't he been born with a vagina, fuck?

The rational part of his brain wasn't working anymore. There was something at the base of the other wolf's cock, and all he could think about was how much he wanted it. He loved his cock. He gave a shuddered moan as he was pulled over the edge again. A whine at not being able to touch his own cock, but it wasn't so bad a loss. Fuck, that thick, meaty thing pushing in and out of him was making him lose his damn mind. And here he thought nothing would ever fit.

He let out a shuddered breath and clenched up, this time on purpose and it drove the Cap mad in the best way. He kicked it into high gear and had Bucky practically mewling with it. Rough, hard, and fast, and Bucky was so deliciously tight and wet, there was almost no pain or resistance. His hair even fell out of the tie it was in to keep it out of his face. It had already been messing up. The slight burn had numbed out as he felt that full girth spread him again and again, and base expanding. The want getting deeper. Heat pooling in his belly. There had been slight cramping earlier and now it was just laced with a sheer need.

He was happy to see the Cap focused and distracted enough to release his hands, but taken aback by the fact that the Cap brought his own hand to Bucky's cock, pumping in even rhythm with his trusts and Jesus Christ. Bucky'd be wrecked and ruined after this. And he fucking loved that idea.

Those same canines started mouthing and grazing his nape.

Yes. Yes!

His thrusts got deeper, impossibly so, as deep as he could go before he popped himself in, and Bucky clenched hard enough to lock him in. The last few thrusts, now shallowed, the last few pumps, and he bit down hard. And Bucky came, both systems overwhelming him about 12 times harder than he managed it by himself. At least. His cunt trying to pull the other man in, milk him for all he was worth while his cock sputtered weakly in comparison. All parts of him sore and spent as he felt heat coursing through him. And then thick, creamy fluid filling him up to the brim. Virile and healthy and hot and plentiful. His womb getting completely coated in it. With him locked in and that blunt head peeking into his cervix, there was nowhere else for it to go.

He came inside.

And Bucky, in something of a daze, found himself giving a small smile at the fact. His hindbrain being more than happy, and his rationality knowing what that could mean or amount to not quite being back online.

He felt the teeth at his neck finally let go and the blood from the wound lapped up. The other wolf breathing heavy against his back before moving them on their sides so they were more comfortable. Now he felt soft breaths on the back of his neck, as a hand moved around his waist and over his lower tummy. Something about that felt right, so he put his own hand over the Cap's.

And then he fell asleep.

Happy and sated and not the least bit uncomfortable. The ache in his belly was completely gone.

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There's a wolf he's been sleeping on. Big and golden and beautiful. He's looking at Bucky with sadness in his eyes and Bucky can't understand why it's there.

It's night, but there are fireflies that light up the field. Deep blue grass stretches for miles, glowing white moonflowers decorate the field. They're sitting under a grand oak and the moon is shining bright. He's wearing nothing more than an ebony colored sheer linen, and his hair is loose.

There are pups all around them, and they're sleeping. All beautiful.

Two perfectly blonde ones that seem to be the oldest. One with more red in his fur, the other with more white in her fur. There's another blonde that seems to be the baby of them, toned just like the golden wolf Bucky is resting on. The one with sad eyes. There's a dark furred one, as dark as Anubis, and a beautiful blue shine in his fur. He gets the feeling that isn't their little Jackal though as his eyes drift back to the wolf with red in his blonde fur. A brown furred one. This one makes him very happy in a different way the others do. She has a look that's familiar. She's beautiful and the brown is recognizable as his own. She looks like him. Like a little girl he's always—...

There's another brown furred one, but she's more blonde, something of a mix, like her fur starts dark and lightens up at the tips. Like she spends too much time in the sun. There's a red furred one. Another baby. He reminds him of his little spider... A little beautiful outlier, and Bucky can tell he's all trouble but something in his heart clenches up at seeing him. Another black furred one, but it's a soft black with a raven shine. This one's also a baby, as much a baby as the blond but not the youngest, Bucky realizes.

One of them is missing.

He looks around. The field is filled with wolves. Large and small. A familiar black one, his claws are metal. Another as white as the moon, glowing as bright as the flowers. A pair with soft brown and deep auburn. There are pups around them too. One of the pups is bright green and hard to miss, but she puts a smile on Bucky's face nonetheless. The one which is as white as the moon sits outside a patch of pure white flowers. Bucky gets up and walks over. The white wolf looks at him and he seems to bow to Bucky and he notices there is dark fur, black on the inside of the white. There's another somewhat dirty blondish wolf that is rolling around in the field. Seeming to enjoy himself a little too much. He looks—... pregnant.

The white wolf turns away and walks toward the restless wolf, which settles down once he's by his side.

Bucky walks to the center of the flower patch, where a moonlit pond sits. It's beautiful... he sees his reflection clearly... the light from the moon overlayed right with the reflection of his belly, and it's then he realizes where the last pup is. Where she will be... where—...

He brings a hand lightly over his stomach... he can feel the moon in her. She's strong, but still growing. Still inside of him...

He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, nothing is the same.

He sees mechanical walls all around them. A pedestal that holds a glowing blue stone. Something familiar and foreign all the same, and suddenly he can't feel her...

He turns around to see the wolf with sad eyes. He's in his kevlar gear again and something about those blue eyes...

He walks over and the wolf seems to hesitate but he lets him run a hand through the fur on his head. Bucky presses his forehead against the wolf and feels him—.

.oOo.

Bucky woke up to the feelings of worry and distraught, guilt and confusion. And it took him a while to realize those feelings weren't his. Although he shared a bit of the confusion.

He sat up, wincing when he realized how sore his hips were. How strong was this guy? Then he realized those strong arms weren't wrapped around him anymore. He was still in a daze but he saw him. The Captain. Worried eyes staring back at him a little ways away. He looked conflicted. And Bucky...

Bucky felt... empty.

He spread his legs a little, one knee up, the other resting on the ground and looked down. Cum, slick, and a bit of blood slipping from his well used cunt.

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...”

Bucky's brows furrowed. What the hell was he sorry for? For not still being in his cunt? For leaving him empty?

He managed to turn himself over and kick off his pants before taking off the rest of the clothes clinging to him. It was bothersome. He crawled over and the other wolf seemed to get more nervous. His bonded. When he reached for that beautiful, perfect member between his legs, said owner of it started freaking out, trying to stop Bucky. Bucky figured it had to be that he reached for it with the cold metal hand, so he reached for it with the other. He might have marveled at the strength of his mate if it weren't for him stopping him.

“S-stop! You don't want this! Your head's out of place and—... you don't want this...”

Bucky took a moment to register the words he said, still foggy minded but very very happy. Apart from that cock not being in him at the moment. He spoke again, before Bucky had the chance to.

“I... I raped you... and I...”

Bucky tilted his head. Still hung up on the details of circumstance. Bucky didn't think so. Granted he was scared at first, but... He went back to staring down between his legs. He wanted more. He couldn't use his hands, but his feet were free. That promptly got him pinned under his mate though, both in shock and delight.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry. But I know you don't want this. You're not thinkin' right and—.”

“Thinkin' plenty right to me.”

He looked back at Bucky with shock. Bucky gave a small smile, still feeling that limbo happiness but pretty clear on what was going on.

“I—... you can't be okay with this...”

“Why not?”

“Are you?”

That one made him think a moment. Let's see, pros and cons. Best sex of his life—. Yup.

“I'm okay with this.”

As if to reiterate the point, he bucked his hips up towards his mate's cock. He seemed taken aback and worried again.

“I... I don't even know your name—.”

“Bucky...” There was silence between them a moment with worry still in those blue eyes staring back at him. “This is the part where you tell me yours...”

“Steve...”

“Well, Stevie~, you're very good at fucking me... so I'm very okay with this...”

He still seemed unsure before Bucky arched his back and bucked his hips again. It seemed to get the desired effect.

“Fuck me more? I feel so empty now... I wanna feel full again...”

That one also garnered the desired effect. Bucky flat on his back, legs spread wide with Steve slipping back in and out of him, drunk on his pheromones and the sensations of pleasure. They both were. It seemed pretty easy to get him back in that animalistic state. Fuck, it just felt... so good. And this fucker, sweet and gentle, responsive to Bucky's neediness and demands. He practically made love to him in the foliage under the moonlight. How romantic.

His cock did that swelling thing again, by the end of it. And Bucky, once again was very happy to take it. He rested a bit, coming down from his high on Bucky's chest. This time, he'd played a bit more with his nipples and Bucky had no idea the damn things were so sensitive but he wasn't exactly complaining. When his breath calmed, he looked up at Bucky for a moment before sitting himself up and pulling Bucky in his lap before resting against the tree beside them. Bucky nuzzled in.

He gave an experimental wiggle of his hips.

“D-don't!... We're knotted... it'll take a while to go down... but it'll hurt us both if you force it out or jostle it too much...”

“Knotted... like—.”

“Wolves do...”

Bucky was quiet a moment... that wasn't something he really thought about. His tendencies as of late. The growling, territorialness, the way he felt about the moon... hell, even the strange vagina. He figured it had something to do with it. Maybe what they isolated... and now he'd been bitten.

“Am I a werewolf now?”

Steve didn't say anything for a long while.

“You were already in transition... biting is... that's not quite how it works... and that's not what I bit you for...”

“What did you bite me for?”

“I bonded you... I... are you really okay with this?”

“Mmhmm...” Bucky nuzzled in again, the heady scent putting him at ease. “I haven't turned...”

“You won't... not until you feel the need to...”

There was another long moment of quiet between them. Steve ran a hand through his hair, gentle enough that Bucky could fall asleep to it but didn't really want to... he didn't really want to disturb the silence either though...

They continued fucking and resting like that for the next 2 or 3 days. Bucky lost track. He remembered eating venison and rabbit. The really fresh kind, but he couldn't remember when. During the last time, he bit Steve back. And when he fell asleep, and woke up, Steve was gone.

His clothes were neatly folded up though. He stretched out a bit, rubbing his lower back. There was a small pond of clean water. He wasn't dirty per say, which he could only assume meant that they did manage to clean themselves up at some point. Or several. It couldn't hurt to clean himself more though. He waited a bit.

He was annoyed. Not with what happened but because Steve suddenly decided to leave. What, no goodbye? Was this just a one night stand for him? Was this—ugh, god, he sounded like one of the dames he'd been with...

When it was clear enough the other wolf wouldn't be coming back, Bucky put his clothes back on and found his way out. Ready to face the music...

.oOo.

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“Where the hell were you?!”

Frantic Brock. Not a common thing, but not really what he wanted to deal with at the moment. How did he even... answer that?

“Nevermind, that's not important. We need to head back and have you debriefed. 4 days, Buck. 4 days you went missing.”

Yeah, that kinda counted as a mission failure.

Bucky did let them debrief him and take a few samples but he was, once again, weirdly territorial about his vagina... more so than usual. And he very openly growled at them for it. Still, it took very little for them to notice the evidence on his body.

Particularly the claw marks and perfect bite mark on his neck.

There wasn't really much to do about it though. So they let him go home. Worry about capturing the Captain next time. Though, hearing that had left a sour feeling in Bucky's stomach.

At least he had a week off.

Only his week was spent incredibly horny still, having wet dreams about Steve and his perfect cock. Literal dreams about his cock. Long and thick, at least a whole foot with a solid 2.5 inch diameter, if not the 3. Neatly groomed blonde fur at the base. His sac matched the rest perfectly, always heavy and full when they slapped against him. There was the slightest point at the head that was a little less than human if you looked close enough, but the way that tip had dipped into his womb... and his knot. Good god, his knot. He had to stop himself from drooling. That thing was almost twice the size of his cock at the widest part of it. It was fuckin' huge. And every day, Bucky woke up from those dreams with a little bit of drool, a sopping wet cunt, and a raging hard on.

That cock had utterly and brutally torn open his hole, given him the best fuck of his life and now it's owner was gone. To god knows where, but most importantly, not in Bucky. And it was all he could think about.

He'd start off his days trying to masturbate the feelings away. Only that wasn't enough. Definitely not. Sure, he'd get some relief, but he needed more. He'd always need more. He figured getting fucked would calm him down, not frenzy him up into some dirty little cock hungry slut. God, he wanted it so bad.

About 5 days in, he went and bought the biggest dildo he could find. And he was surprised he even lasted that long.

That lasted a day. It didn't feel like what he needed, it just felt like a giant piece of plastic that served him better up his ass. So he went back and found the fleshiest dildo he could find.

This one was... better, but it still wasn't enough.

And by then he had to go back in to work. Steve was still nowhere. And he needed him. He needed Steve. He needed his cock.

He lasted another 3 weeks holding out on him before he got desperate. Really desperate. All it took was one whiff in the locker rooms after a heavy mission, and Bucky wasn't ashamed to admit he was weak. He'd gone without that cock almost a full month now, and every replacement he tried drove him nuts. He always needed more. And Steve wasn't here.

Brock didn't smell too bad. And convincing him was easier than expected. Though, guys like Brock weren't too squeamish about it if they were topping. Or maybe he had hobbies, who knows? Either way, they were ready and lined up and Bucky was wet and well on his way to finally, finally having a real cock in him. And he felt guilty. But Steve left him alone for a full month. A full month while he's needed him!

Still... it didn't quite... feel right.

They were using a condom. Something about just in case. Bucky didn't care at first. But it just felt too weird, in all honesty for both of them. So they did away with it.

But even now, as Brock was lined up, Bucky wasn't feeling so hot. It wasn't anything like that amazing feeling he got when Steve's cock was lined up. None of that anticipation, just nervousness. And it wasn't like Brock was a bad size either. He wasn't as gigantic as Steve, but he was a good size. Not too big, not too small. Sure enough, he could get the job done with it.

Only when he pressed in, despite being wet, it was like sandpaper. A sudden pain coursing in him that had him backing out and very upset. Both with himself and... and Steve. For not fucking being here to fuck him. This was so fucking stupid. He's unbelievably horny, and he can't be fucked by other guys? Brock was confused to start, so backing out before they'd really done anything didn't leave him too on edge. Though with the way Bucky had been lately...

“You're not a virgin?”

“No dipshit, I'm not.”

“When'd that happen, you seemed so territorial.”

Bucky didn't answer, still too angry about the whole mess to really think about it. Instead, he blew off his superiors and went home to sleep it off.

And yet again, he dreamt of Steve. Steve and his gentle movements. The expert rolling of his hips, moving his cock in and out of Bucky. He woke up hard and sopping wet again. Brutally annoyed, but... with soft blue, and upset, eyes looking down over him as the body they belonged to loomed over him. Bucky sat up, slowly and so did Steve. Still looking upset.

Bucky stared a good moment in shock.

. . .

Before attacking the other wolf and ripping his pants open to get to that cock and quickly sink down on it. And god, after weeks and weeks if that wasn't the best damn feeling. He rode that fucker hard until he got exactly what he needed, that fat knot pluggin' him up and that hot cum pouring straight up into him. But by the end of it, Steve looked upset which only made Bucky upset because he was gone.

And then he did the most pathetic thing he could do. He cried. He honest to god, cried. Like some hormonal teen. And Steve's shock did nothing to stop it.

“You were gone... y-you were gone. And I needed you... where were you?”

And Steve didn't quite have anything to say to that... but the big sweetheart lug tried to comfort him as best he could. And then gave Bucky his cock, the whole 12 inches of him about 6 more times while Bucky begged, mewled, clawed and scratched at him for more. Before they finally managed to talk again. Bucky was tightly clinging to him by then, knot still stretchin' him pretty, cuddled up in his arms.

Steve took a breath. He seemed kinda tense. “I-I'm sorry... I don't—... I don't really know how to do this...”

Bucky hadn't really thought about it before but... they hadn't kissed a single time, had they? He tried to keep himself focused though...

“Don't know how to do what?”

“Take care a you... I don't... I'm not really sure what to do...”

“I like being fucked.” When Steve blushed furiously but didn't look at him, Bucky smiled a bit. This Captain was kinda cute... “What exactly... am I?”

That made the blush fade a bit. “You're a... an Alpha-level wolf. A bearer... The center and start of a pack. You stay back, take care a the pups if there are any, keep everyone in line... Society wouldn't see it the same way we did, but to wolves... we run matrilineal. You'da been the most important pack mate.”

Pups...

“What about you?”

“I'm an Omega-level wolf. A protectorate. We make good soldiers... that's about it...”

“You give good cock.” Bucky supplied. And really, that was all he wanted to think about. Steve let out a whine but he'd worry about the details of it later. He leaned up to give a chaste kiss. Sweet and simple but it had surprised his protectorate.

After Bucky learned the right buttons to push, he had Steve in that animalistic state, ready to fuck him every time they met. Trouble was with turning it off. That he still had some trouble figuring out. And he was starting to worry. Sure, he hadn't gotten pregnant before, but thinking about it now, what if that was just because of a difference of species?

Him and Steve were the same species now.

God, he gave good cock.

And he figured they should maybe be more careful, but Bucky was enjoying it too much to even remotely care. The feeling of being filled up, first with dick, then enough cum to leak out the next few days? It left him with something giddy and he couldn't stop. He was hopelessly addicted to it, and all he could bring himself to do was want more.

Jesus, he really was a cock slut, wasn't he?

.oOo.

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.oOo.

It's the little things that set him off. Another month had gone by, and a month after that, and another after that. All the while he's been fuckin' Steve, or getting fucked by him, rather. Nobody asks about his vagina. Like they forgot. But Bucky definitely hasn't. In fact, he's pretty fuckin' glad he has it.

It's been 4 months since the first bout, and Steve can't seem to get enough of his scent. They'd be such a sappy, happy couple if they weren't hiding their relationship. Steve smells good too. And Bucky's more sensitive to other smells now. He doesn't like the way other males smell, they disgust him. He's a little pickier with his foods too, which is... weird. He's always been fine with expired stuff or other. Food is food. Expiration dates are for the weak. Now, he's so picky though. If it even smells remotely off, he can't eat it. And he's been eating so much fucking meat. But Steve kinda brings him a dead deer or something every now and again... so...

Can't exactly let it go to waste.

He's exceptionally horny but he hasn't really known any different so far. So he's a nympho with a vagina, go figure. Him and Steve are practically together every chance they get. Playing cat and mouse games in which he enjoys being the mouse when the cat's a little lost, Steve's too much of a dog to make a good cat after all. Stealing moments, sometimes hours while on missions and nobody can find them. Sneaking into each other's apartments.

He also keeps stealing Steve's clothes. Not just that, he bundles it up, huddled around him in... in some kind of... nest! It's weird. He made one at Steve's apartment once and they almost got caught. He can't help it though, his protectorate smells so good.

Steve even palms at his belly every now and again. And sure he's put on a few pounds... maybe more than a few. He should probably work out more and stop eating as much. The serum he has will only do so much and he's developed a little pouch there... but nothing too bad. If he looks at himself from his side in the mirror, he almost looks... pregnant...

They've been at it like rabbits, but surely there'd be some kinda sign.

Something.

But no, what really sets him off. Is when he's in the park one day, looking longingly at all the human pups... what are they called again? Babies! That's it. He wants one...

He's never wanted one.

Clearly, there must have been something wrong.

Bucky Barnes has had 5 pregnancy scares in his life. 3 of which, the girls were actually pregnant. 1 of which had an abortion before he could ever have a chance to think about it. 2 of which, the kids were not his (yeah, he sure knows how to pick em') in which 1, he didn't find out till the kid was actually almost a year old (bitch) which made him more suspicious about the last one, but at least she was honest (they weren't committed, pretty open relationship). 6 in total, if you count the time he was worried about his sister Becca because of the prick she was dating then.

None of which he might be the one who was pregnant.

Huh.

Still a pretty good track record for the time he's lived.

Going to the store was easy enough. Get a pregnancy test, or a few, piss on them, get results. Buy them first though... right. When the clerk looked at him curiously, he didn't know why he deflected, it wasn't any of the old lady's business, but he did.

“For my little sister...” He gave a half smile, and she smiled back sweetly, probably thinking he was that super nice awesome older brother.

Complete bold faced lie. Rebecca was 70, post menopause. She'd had her kids, all well planned, lucky as she was, with someone who was kind of a pussy but definitely not a prick. There'd be some serious concern if she had a pregnancy scare at this age, post menopause.

Getting home and taking the tests was also easy. Waiting for the results wasn't. Reading them was worse.

He took 5. 3 of the same, 2 of different brands just to be sure there were no outliers.

There were three pink pluses.

Two clear blue lines.

One little smiley face.

He thought that one was cute, but as it was staring back at him with what it meant... slightly less cute... but also still kind of cute.

He'd been okay with the idea before... vacation and all. But it would have been mostly his kid with a donor. Sure, kid'd grow up with Hydra, but he turned out just fine being with them all these years. Now though...

First... he wanted to keep it. And he didn't know why, but he kinda liked the idea of a life growing inside him. Plus it had been there a while and hadn't caused much trouble. His baby was already the best kind of baby, one that doesn't make its mother's life miserable. Then there was that endangered species thing... and the father... and the fact that this was kind of his own fault for not being precautious and being a horny cock hungry slut. At least for Steve...

And Steve'd make such a good dad, he's such a big sweetiepie and a strong and perfect protectorat—and what the fuck was that??? He barely knows Steve when he really thinks about it. They haven't done much passed fucking. And he supposes he can tell a bit about the man by the way he fucks, but obviously, that's not going to be as effective as... you know... words? And now he's having his baby...

And then there's the fact that Hydra still wants to catch him for the serum and doesn't know Bucky's been fraternizing with the enemy.

Fuck.

The obvious choice would be to get rid of it, but the thought of that—yup, has him growling at particularly nothing. He should probably see a doctor but he hasn't got much options there. Just Hydra and he's not sure how to tell them. Then there's the Avengers...

Fuck.

Double Fuck.

He should just go back to being a cock slut and worry about it later. Yeah, that seemed like the best option.

Smiley face.

.oOo.

“I think I might be pregnant.”

It had been a month. And he definitely looked more pregnant now. It was weird, but not as noticeable if you weren't expecting a pregnant man, which most people wouldn't. Brock took a moment to register what he said and then looked at him in shock and alarm.

“I-I thought—we didn't even—.”

“Not you numbnuts.”

“That's hurtful, there's no reason to be mean about it.”

“There's no reason to be stupid about it.”

“What the fuck, man? You've been extra grumpy lately.”

Bucky turned a glare at him, and Brock stared back, clearly uncomfortable. Bucky sighed.

“Remember how I wasn't a virgin?”

Brock nodded, slightly confused.

“I wasn't a virgin when I came back from that mission...”

“The one you went missing on?”

Bucky nodded. Both hands cupped at the bottom of his baby bump.

“Fuck... Fuck! With the—.”

And here come the waterworks. Bucky nods and for whatever reason, that's what breaks him down. Though, in all honesty, he'd been hormonal as fuck and holding it in about a month. Still getting awesome sex though. Steve hadn't mentioned it, but he was pretty sure he noticed. Or maybe this was what he wanted all along. Drive to continue his species and whatnot.

Brock starts freaking out, because he's never dealt with a crying Bucky, let alone a crying pregnant Bucky. Neither has anyone else for that matter. Apart from Steve, who had the easy solution of fucking him to make him happy.

Brock managed to calm him down after a while and now he's run through the options of what to do.

“Should you even be going on this mission like that?”

“Like what?”

“Preg—...”

Bucky glared. Brock stared back. Okay, point taken.

“What happened to wanting a vacation?”

“They'll want to find out how I got pregnant more...”

“How did you get pregnant from him? Not even Schmid—.”

“He's a werewolf.”

Brock stared. “I'm not even gonna ask—.”

“The component they isolated wasn't... actually the serum...”

Brock took a moment to process that. “Wait.... what? You mean they, what? Turned you into breeding stock for him or somethin'?”

Bucky growled. That was rude.

“Okay—okay! Jesus...”

There was a long stretched moment of silence between them.

“You won't tell them, will you?”

“It's gonna speak for itself on its own, shit, it already kinda does.”

Brock Rumlow was the type of person with perpetual foot in mouth syndrome. The amount of times he'd made a woman, or person, cry, really, or had been slapped or punched was... too many to count? It was more than Bucky had ever done, and he'd been alive a lot longer than Brock. Still, he wasn't expecting the waterworks when they did come. Normally, when Brock said something stupid, he raised a brow and whacked his partner upside the head. But normally he wasn't hormonal and pregnant.

“Shit. Shit, please don't cry. I won't tell anyone...”

He wasn't exactly good at comforting anyone either, but... well, Brock was Brock.

Bucky was still Bucky... even if he was pregnant now.

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.oOo.

To Brock's credit, he didn't tell. Not that Bucky was pregnant anyway. That the Captain was a werewolf though. That was pretty important.

“I thought you said you wouldn't tell them!?”

“I didn't! Not about you, at least...”

Bucky barely held back the growl. They'd come up to him asking to run more tests, suddenly curious about his genetics and comparing it to a baseline human's.

“You should get yourself checked with an actual doctor, though...”

Bucky frowned. He hated it when anything rational came out of Brock's mouth.

They started sending an observer with them on the missions, and she seemed to be watching Bucky just as carefully as she watched the Captain. Steve, being the idiot he was that ran on instinct, wouldn't stop blatantly protecting him, and he was pretty sure his teammates had noticed. Both their teammates had noticed. It wasn't possible for them to have not to.

And maybe, just maybe it wouldn't have frustrated Bucky so much if it weren't the very reason they were so close to catching him. And at this point, they were starting to suspect the matching bites on their napes meant something pretty important.

Bucky figured he shouldn't have been surprised when that observer injected him with a tranq, but he still was, to wake up on a hospital bed in a patient's gown with Zola next to him.

“You haven't been a very good boy, James.”

He almost shot up, but he felt a little dizzy and had to move more slowly and hold himself up.

“I've never been anything but loyal to Hydra...”

“But something is making you question that loyalty, yes? You always cared more for your family, first and foremost. But that's never conflicted with our interests before, has it?”

Bucky tensed up. Immediately worried as he felt the baby stir within him. He felt the baby.

“Relax, Sgt. Barnes. No harm will come to you or your child. Despite what many believe, we are not the monsters we are painted out to be.”

“Yeah? Just lacking in your sense of ethics?” It was said neutrally, a bit nervous. And he was more than sure Zola noticed.

“I prefer explorative. Willing to take risks. You should have come back to us sooner.”

“For what? For you to bench me?”

“For your child, if not yourself. I was under the impression you had wanted an extended vacation, Sgt. Barnes.”

They both turned to Schmidt, who had just walked in. Zola was already writing up a medical chit. Bucky tensed his jaw. It was true. Hydra did a lot of iffy things, but they weren't necessarily an evil organization. Just indifferent when it came to morality. There was a difference... if slight. Science and discovery always came first for them, and they didn't care about much else. Needless to say, it got them in trouble more often than not.

Bucky was recruited back when he was still young. Barely hitting puberty. He needed the money and they offered. Rather, his family needed the money, and Bucky was willing to fight for it. Fight for them. He never understood how people could be so blind, so loving of an organization. For any reason. And then Schmidt showed him. Explained it to him the simplest way it could be. His own family as an example.

“You give the people what they want, and they become blind to your flaws. Good is a matter of circumstance and convenience. Most do not care about good for the general, just for themselves. Human beings are very selfish creatures. We are equally selfish. That is simply the nature of things... not something to be shameful of.”

He was 18 when he got that speech. And even now... It seemed like no matter what choice he made, he would prove him right. Every mission he took... there were so many times he had fucked up, so many things he wished he could take back. But at some point... living through it. You make enough mistakes, you stop caring when you do.

“Lift your gown for me?”

Bucky looked over, pulled from his thoughts by the doctor.

“Don't worry, they gave you shorts as well. This is merely to check on the child.”

Bucky paused a moment and took a breath, but lifted the gown. He wouldn't have cared even if they didn't. He'd never really been shy but he kinda wondered how he hadn't noticed the paper shorts. And laying down, the softened up belly was more than obvious. Rounded out and only gonna get bigger...

He hardly registered what was going on. Zola had a pretty hi-tech machine that was supposed to give a more clear image but Bucky was paying more attention to the wand and cold gel.

“Mein Gott...”

“Remarkable...”

When he turned to look, he didn't see the typical, squishy, but human looking fetus on the screen.

Instead, he saw 2 small, still squishy, and forming bipedal wolves... Something mixed between humans and wolves. 2 baby werewolves. His mind supplied.

And to anyone else, they might have been frightening. But they were his pups. One of them stretched out a paw a few times while the other curled in and he felt it. He could feel them... they were really there. Growing, inside of him...

Zola gave him the chit and told him to go home after they took a few samples. He gave him a date for another appointment, but Bucky didn't care too much about that.

Apparently, he had 2 little troublemakers in him... not just 1.

When he got home, he fell asleep.

.oOo.

He wakes up in a field. Miles of green and flowers around him. He's been sleeping on something soft. And big. There's gold fur he was running his fingers through, and he can feel the babies stirring within. They are a lot bigger than he last remembers...

His stomach is distended heavily, maneuvering is tricky because of it. He's nuzzled and nosed at, aided by the large wolf behind him. The one he'd just been sleeping on. He feels like he knows him but he can't put his finger on it...

When the babies kick him, he remembers. The wolf is the father of his children.

He's not wearing much in light of clothes, but neither is the wolf. There's some loose linen wrapped around him. Something simple tying his hair up loosely, like he normally has it, which means he hadn't meant to fall asleep. It seems like a dried but elastic flower stem, similar to vanilla bean if he remembers correctly.

It's just them in the field. Just him. The wolf. And their babies still waiting to enter the world. But somehow, it's not lonely. Not like he expects.

It's peaceful. Gentle...

Bucky wishes it could stay that way...

.oOo.

When he wakes up, there's a soft, warm weight around him, just like in the dream. He shoots up, catching blue eyes.

This is the first time he's ever seen Steve in full shift but he knows it's him... there's no mistaking it...

He hugs him. Holding tight. Even as he feels him shift. Tighter when he feels Steve pass a gentle hand over his belly before hugging back.

He's known. He's likely always known...

And Bucky starts crying, pathetic as he's gotten, because what else is there left to do. He's desperate, and needy, and none of the things he's ever been used to. He takes.

He takes a kiss, knocks him over and straddles his hips. He takes because Steve gives. He always gives. Because he's good and truly selfless. He gives because he's not like Bucky. It's something familiar at least. Something he's used to.

Bucky takes because it's all he ever learned...

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It's been a month since he's been set on the sidelines and he's bigger now. They're bigger now.

He's fucking out of milk.

And it's not exactly the easiest thing to go out in public. He looks pregnant. And people automatically take a second glance at a 6 foot beefy guy who looks pregnant. He has an excuse to wear baggy clothes and jackets to hide it at least. It's Winter but he's never been someone who gets very cold. He did kinda grow up in Siberia.

Still, loose shirt, hoody over that, stuffed jacket, long scarf for good measure, beanie along with sweatpants and boots, and he just looks like a guy who's let himself go and doesn't give a shit. Smells better than one though. And his clothes are clean.

He'd seen Becca once since then, in about the same ensemble. She'd said he looked cute. A little pregnant, and that he'd gained back his baby fat, but cute. Becca always said he looked cute... She asked what happened and Bucky never figured himself as one to crumble under non-existent pressure, but he'd told her exactly the truth. Then again, he told his sister everything.

Hydra turned him into a werewolf by accident. Werewolves have different anatomy than humans... and functioned differently, sorta, and a lot at the same time. He apparently turned out to really like cock more than he ever expected to and forgot about the protection bit... and got himself knocked up.

Becca's response was surprising. She just said that he shoulda told her sooner. And that he should have given her a niece or nephew long before she ever gave him one.

That was about a week ago. And he coulda sworn it was less obvious then, but what exactly could he do. It'd only get worse from there and it wasn't like he was the world's first pregnant man. Couple a cases here and there, probably other werewolves. Some in the mutant community, and the occasional trans person, rare as the pregnancies were. Then again, he was having twins, and they'd only get bigger. Christ, what would he even tell people when they were born. What if they stayed in that form?? What would people do seeing him all of a sudden with a pair of wolf-human hybrid babies when the existence of werewolves was still up for debate, and he'd been an avid non-believer before all this mess? What would his babies even eat? Other babies???

No. No... they weren't monsters, they were pups... probably milk since his chest was filling out and kind of sore all the time. They more than likely wouldn't be born with teeth or even claws at the ready. And if he had questions like that, it was pretty likely Steve knew the answers... He'd... probably been a wolf all his life...

Just that Bucky...? Not enough courage to ask him.

Still, as he got bigger, it did make him give less of a shit about when people caught him with a hand gently placed anywhere on his belly or caressing it. Certainly not caring when someone gave him a funny look like they'd figured it out but didn't believe it.

There was a pregnant woman in the store staring at him with what he guessed was her husband. She looked further along than he was but maybe like she just had 1 baby instead of 2. Kind of petite. Well put together. Religious, by the cross on her neck. Conservative, by the way she looked absolutely offended at the mear thought of Bucky being pregnant too. Like that wasn't something that she should have to share with someone like him.

Cultist.

No... no. Bucky tried not to think of people that had faith in something, anything really, like that, but it got kinda hard to, the older he got and the more he learned, realized. A lot of people made ignorance their choice. Chose to be blind. Because it was easier. They say ignorance is bliss, right? Bucky never could do that... he understood why people did, but maybe never how... He didn't think werewolves were real until he accidentally ended up as one and knocked up by another with 2 more inside of him. But there were cults that dedicated their lives to finding them, finding out about them, or sometimes even finding a way to turn themselves into one.

The babies chose the perfect time to start kicking him, and his instinct to soothe them didn't exactly care about some dame staring at him with disdain. Or disgust, as he saw her face change. But he just leaned forward against the glass of the freezer doors as he waited for them to calm down. He probably shouldn't have been even looking at the ice cream with the weight he'd gained but it wasn't gonna stop there, and he was kind of eating for 3 now. He'd have to work it all off once everything was said and done so it wasn't like it really mattered.

He noticed a section of Avengers themed ice cream. Of course that was something they'd make. When he saw the Captain America one, he couldn't help smiling to himself. It was vanilla cream with blue maraschino cherries and red sugar cookie dough. Mixed in with white star and shield sprinkles, and a cherry frosting ribbon throughout, in red, white, and blue. The kinda thing to give a person diabetes. And Bucky found himself wanting to try it anyway. Maybe it'd be as sweet as his boyfriend's cock.

He spotted the Black Widow ice cream and smiled again. It was a dark chocolate with black cherry compote swirled in and little 'spider bites'. The spider bites were special black widow spider shaped pieces of dark chocolate with cayenne and cherry added in for the kick. It was something really fitting for her. Natalia defected in... what... the 70's? It had been around 20 years since then. But sometimes he still couldn't believe she was that little girl he trained back in the 40s. He wondered what that was like... defecting.

He sighed. The babies had calmed down by now. He looked into his basket. Milk, bread, garlic, lemon, salmon, shrimp, and fresh tuna. Huh. He guessed he had been in a seafood kind of mood lately, but he'd gotten everything he needed. Maybe add some potatoes in there. He could make something like a seafood medley chowder if it really came down to it. He'd been in the biggest mood for comfort foods lately and it wasn't really a question as to why. Maybe he could have Steve do it for him. He always adds parsley and seasons pretty simple but somehow makes whatever he touches amazing.

He didn't notice the dame talking to her husband all upset or pointing at him. He didn't notice him complaining to a police officer about him. It was a pretty fancy grocery place, so they had general security, but Bucky was pretty sure that guy just happened to be there when he saw him and his partner walking over as he decided to take a pint of each, the Cap and Black Widow ice creams.

He sighed. His back hurt, he wanted to go back to lazing around at home.

He was greeted by them, or by one, and rudely addressed by the other. One told him the couple was concerned while the other told him that he was disturbing them and then accused him of pretending to be pregnant. Bucky raised a brow and rolled his eyes. It was clear they needed to work on their coordination a bit. But he let them finish their spiel before responding. One hand came to rest on his belly, and his eyes were half lidded. He stole a glance at the couple. The woman seemed angry by now and they both seemed disgusted. He wondered how much better this would have gone with Steve there with him. When they finally finished, he gave a response.

“I take it you haven't got this good cop bad cop thing down pact yet, right? You practice it on innocent bystanders all the time? I appreciate the concern, I'm sure that couple is an absolute delight, but what would it matter if I were or weren't pregnant, and why would it be anyone's business but my own?”

One seemed shocked by his response, the other more curious.

“Are you?”

Bucky was quiet a moment and debated it. Eh, what the hell. He was around here often enough, and it'd only get more obvious. He lifted up his shirt a little, promptly receiving surprised stares.

“You were nicer to me, so you can go ahead and touch.”

They both blushed, but only one seemed embarrassed. He reached forward and hesitated before Bucky pointed to a specific spot. They waited a moment and the nice stranger got a little hello from one of the pups.

“That's—.”

“Yup...” He noticed the more embarrassed one before gesturing to another spot on the other side, nodding when he hesitated too.

“Take it from a guy who's in his 70s and hasn't aged much since the day he turned 20, life is fuckin' weird. You may wanna do your job right, and I'm sure that lovely couple was very convincing, but maybe don't assume what you don't know unless you legit want to make an ass outta yourself next time. That was baby number 2. Bit feistier.”

He apologized blushing furiously but Bucky started laughing at how red that woman got. Hopefully, she didn't stress herself into labor. Or, yeah, actually, that'd be appropriate. Bitch. He flipped her off when they weren't looking, checked out and left.

Getting home was about the same as usual. He put the ice cream away first, then everything else. Then served himself a small cup of the Captain America variety. The ice cream itself actually wasn't all that sweet, more milky with a light sweetness and the added flavor of vanilla, apart from being very rich, but it helped to balance out the more sweet elements of it. All in all, it was very good, and... very fitting for Steve...

Overstuffed with decoration... but surprisingly gentle and so much better than anyone could ever imagine.

Steve...

“Bucky?”

Bucky turned around from where he was leaning on the counter in the kitchen to see his mate. Quiet and in slight surprise. He took another spoon of ice cream then and the spoon stayed in his mouth as he ate it, though he flipped it upside down. He gave a glance to the side and blushed. Why did he have to pick a clear glass cup for his ice cream?

It was obvious Steve was fighting the laughter, though he did lose out to the smile. Bastard.

Still, Bucky could use a cock to sit on right now. The rest was kind of a bonus...

Steve was gentle with him as he had been the past few times, though seemed to be in a teasing mood, and it drove Bucky nuts. Still led to some pretty great orgasms though.

By the end of it, Bucky was still sitting on his cock, though they were resting against the headboard of his bed, his back to Steve's chest, and Steve's muscular arms wrapped around him with his hands on Bucky's belly.

He kind of wondered if they were ever going to talk about it... he put his hand over one of Steve's and moved it where he felt one of the babies kicking. Steve held him tighter. Neither of them spoke for a long while but Steve eventually did.

“They took you off of active duty...”

“Bout a month ago.”

Steve was quiet a moment before speaking again. When he did, it was very quiet, concern lightly hinted in his voice. “Why do work for them...?”

“Pays the bills...”

“Other jobs would pay the bills.”

“There's not a whole lot I'm good at.”

“There's enough I've seen you be good at to know that's not true...”

Bucky was quiet for a moment of his own and then took a breath. “They're... all I've ever known since I was 14.”

He felt Steve tense up behind him. “How could they—.”

“I volunteered. I know how it sounds, but... my family needed the money. If it weren't for them, they wouldn't be alive... or had lived full lives... I probably wouldn't be alive... despite what everyone says, they're not as bad as you'd think. They may not be good. But they're nothing special. They're not evil. They're just the same as everyone else... Selfish. With their own agenda... And I'm just the same as them... selfish, and I fit right in, got no real right to complain...”

“No, Bucky, you're better than them—.”

Bucky gave a light huff. “No, trust me, I'm not.”

He felt Steve hold him tighter and he could feel the frustration fizzling through the bond. “Yes, you are—.”

“Then you really don't know me that well, Steve... All—... I cared about? All I cared about was getting laid... and now... now? What the fuck am I supposed to do with myself...?”

He felt the frustration cut off suddenly and slight guilt replace it as he heard a light whine. Steve held him even closer and nuzzled his neck.

Bucky felt his heart clench and tensed his jaw. 'You're better than I am... you deserve better...'

And wasn't that a truth Bucky was too much of a fuck up to say out loud. Steve deserved better. Someone much better than Bucky could ever hope to be. The selfless thing to do wouldn't have been keeping the pups in his belly that would permanently tie Steve to him, it would have been to let him go so he could find someone better. But Bucky didn't have the courage to tell him. He was too much of a selfish bastard and he knew that damn well. And now Hydra knew he was a werewolf because of it.

“Be careful, Steve... They know....”

Steve didn't respond to that.

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Bucky went back in to the facility for that appointment.

It had been a week.

He was about 3 weeks late, but he really didn't give a fuck. He has a right to be moody, he's pregnant.

Zola was livid, by the look on his face. He doesn't get red faced or angry like other people do. He just gives the most passive, non-aggressive face anyone could ever give. If Bucky didn't know better, he would think he was in a regular mood. But he does know better. Enough to know that when Zola isn't smug or curious or smiling, he's fucking pissed, even without the frown. And people have been put to sleep and experimented on when that happens.

“Do you care for your children?”

“I'm here, aren't I?”

Zola sighed. As much as he would love to take samples and leave Bucky unsettled and perfectly uncomfortable. He's not heartless enough to make him concerned when he's carrying children.

Setting up is pretty simple. Bucky remembers seeing them the first time, but he doesn't remember being quite as affected. Though, he guessed with all the movement they'd been doing, he did get to know them better. His breath hitched when he saw them.

They seemed a little less wolf-like this time, and were huddled together. One of the pups started making jerky little movements, stutters almost. The other seemed to get annoyed and push that one away. Bucky was quiet. He could definitely feel those movements, but...

“Should I be concerned?”

Zola laughed. “No, he simply has hiccups. It must have bothered her.”

“You can see...”

“Yes. I can.”

“A boy... and a girl, huh. Just a boy and a girl?”

“As it would appear, yes. They don't quite seem to have your anatomy—... I suppose the girl may be a bit unorthodox... perhaps... I don't suppose you know the options of gender that your children can be?”

Bucky shook his head, wide eyed and curious.

“Then I suppose we will simply have to learn as you progress.”

Everything went about perfectly fine until Bucky caught scent of something.

And it smelled good.

Whatever it was, he followed it like a damn dog. Disappearing on Zola and not even noticing when the man was calling out for him.

He reached another room, where they had a few herbs they must have been testing, noticing a root on the table. He was about to ask what it was when another scent hit him, setting off every sense of danger, his mind blaring red flags and both babies suddenly in distress. He turned to see them pulling an herb out of a bag.

“What is that?”

They paused, looking at each other and back at Bucky. One of them took a step closer, seemingly to show him. He didn't get to know the answer because he passed out when the smell got stronger. And he didn't know who caught him, or who yelled out 'idiots!'.

He just knew that when he woke up, he was in a locked kennel, sleeping on an abnormally large dog bed. It was comfortable. But fucking weird. Brock was standing next to it. Mask on, which meant, yup, they were in a moving vehicle of some sort. Why were they taking him on a mission? In a fucking kennel?

“Don't growl at me, it was Schmidt's idea. He's been fucking weird ever since he found out you and that guy are werewolves. I don't know what he's up to, but it's like the focus has changed. All he cares about is info regarding you guys.”

Bucky stopped. Not realizing he had been. Then gave a frustrated sigh. “Okay, great. Why am I in a fucking cage?”

“Uhh...”

“Brock.”

“We're not gonna hurt anyone?”

“What the fuck is going on?” He was growling again.

“You're bait.”

Bucky stopped suddenly, turning to see Jet. Zola's daughter, now that he knew. She was the observer they sent before. “W-what? For what?”

“What else?”

His heart dropped.

“You can't seriously be tryin' to pull this shit again??”

She didn't respond. Brock looked nervous. Bucky felt himself start to panic.

He tried to calm himself down for the babies, but the moment saw Steve...

The easiest thing to say was that it didn't work.

He tried anything, anything. Something to push through the bond they had, however weak it was to tell his mate that this was a trap. That they were trying to catch him. But he wasn't listening.

They left him alone long enough for him to figure his own way out. He broke the lock and that even surprised him, but he didn't get far. He'd been over a month out of practice and he was pregnant, but no one was gonna give him a break any time soon.

The Avengers. Currently consisting of Ant Man, Wasp, the Widow, and Cap. Were all there to see him in clothes very much not fit for a mission, and very much with a chubby belly most of them wouldn't know was housing two babies.

Steve got distracted. He made it his mission to get to Bucky all of the sudden. Get his mate and pups to safety.

He didn't get there fast enough. Brock grabbed Bucky and Bucky bit him. He let go, but the others weren't as gentle and he could see the glow and anger in Steve's eyes.

And judging by the looks of shock. His teammates hadn't known.

And now they'd just witnessed him transform. Dealing with a werewolf is much harder for the Hydra agents but they don't have lethal weapons. Just tranqs. He gets through them enough that he's almost to Bucky. And Bucky's almost to him. They can go home with this—.

Steve let's out a sharp howl in pain as they finally manage to inject him with something, but as far as Bucky can tell, it's not a tranq. It smells familiar. He almost doesn't register the sharp whine he gives in response but it resonates through the entire area, loud and clear and almost like a call. It makes everyone stop in their tracks and Steve give him one last look from those beautiful blue eyes before they close and he's passed out, shifting back in his captor's arms.

They chose a new moon to catch him on. And Bucky doesn't know why that's significant but he gets the feeling he does know. The other Avengers don't interfere, they've each gotten a dose of large animal grade tranq, and the only one conscious is Natalia because of her serum. And she's barely keeping up.

They put Bucky back into a cage. Not even the same cage as his mate, they separate him from Steve and tell him to shut up when he starts whimpering so he starts crying harder.

They let him go after, but they take Steve away.

They took his mate away.

Bucky's numb for a couple of hours after it all happens. But when it hits him again, he's fucking crying. Wailing because he couldn't do a damn thing while they took his mate from him. They took his damn mate from him and all he can do is sit there, and be pregnant, and cry.

Fucking pathetic.

.oOo.

As it turns out, Black Widow ice cream is very fucking good for when you're feeling depressed as shit. Which Bucky has been.

It's been a week now, and there's still not even a peep from his mate in the bond. Why the fuck haven't the Avengers rescued Steve yet??? Hydra fucking lied, they said they wouldn't hurt him and Bucky can't fucking feel him.

He takes another spoon and one of the babies kicks him while the other gives a gentle brush under his skin. They get bigger every day and his Omega isn't fucking with him.

He needs to get out of this damn apartment.

He doesn't hold any shame for looking pregnant anymore because he fucking is pregnant, and emotional, and missing his baby daddy to high hell, and he has every right to look or feel pathetic and anyone else who thinks otherwise can suck his dick.

He still feels sort of bad for biting Brock. Apparently, he's sick now, and Bucky hasn't really looked into what his own bite will do to a person. Brock's had experiments on him too, and if anything, Hydra should make it so he's fine, but...

He puts on a sweater, he's had comfortable leggings on he's not sure whether or not they're for men or woman, but they feel great with the baby bump. Another scarf, and he ties his hair up. Goddammit, he looks pregnant. Fuck. Whatever. He's not in the mood to fuss over anything.

The first day Steve had been caught, there'd been a flurry of emotions of all different kinds going through the bond. The biggest one being confusion... and then they just stopped. And Bucky didn't want to think or really find out why. He did, but he was afraid of what the answer might be. With the pups growin' in his belly, he's not sure he could take it. And the situation itself is causing him stress that he's pretty sure isn't good for them anyway.

But fuck, what is he supposed to do? What the fuck is he supposed to do???

The walk helps him calm down a bit, but he's pretty sure people are still looking at him funny. And his back hurts. He needs Steve to massage him. And fuck him. In that order. But Steve's not here.

Bucky took a few breaths. And then a few more. Either he was getting really out of practice or someone was following him, very sloppily.

When he saw 1 fully grown idiot in a red suit squatting in front of him and staring straight at his belly, it was definitely the second one. Fuck.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Still grumpy! You look pregnant, are you pregnant?”

“I'm leaving.”

“How's Bob, I haven't seen him in a while?”

“Neither have I.”

“Are you on maternity leave? Cause you look pregnant—.”

“Yes. Wade. I am fucking on maternity leave because I am fucking pregnant, and you're bothering me.”

Wade stared at him a moment. Wide eyed looking down at his belly and then back at Bucky's face.

“Who knocked you up, I didn't know you could get knocked up. Mutie genes? Expe—... ohhh, you're growling at me. You know Wolvie does that sometimes, I really think it might be a problem with your voice box, maybe you should get it checked. And you shouldn't swear around your kid since they're kind of in you and can probably hear you. Fuck. Have I said any swears? Shit. I just did. Shit—.”

“Wade. What. The fuck. Do. You. Want? And since when do you give a shit about swearing???”

“I heard Cap got kidnapped. The Avengers want to know what your connection to him has turned into. Oh shit, is that Cap's kid in there??? Have you been defiling a national icon???”

“You're shitting me, right? Please tell me, they did not hire you.”

“Well... I wouldn't say hired, per say...”

“So you broke in and stole some files, and got curious, is what you're saying.”

“No, wait... wait... uhhh... yeah, actually, that's exactly what happened. Are you good at this spy shit or what? And now you're tackling pregnancy on top of everything??? Is there anything you're not good at!?”

'Dealing with utter bullshit...'

“Unbelievable. Unbelievable. I lose my protectorate. To the organization I'm supposed to work for. The guys I fucking defended to his face. And now I gotta deal with your bullshit. While being alone. And pregnant. Just my day.”

“So how did you get pregnant?”

Bucky groaned. Starting to walk off. Wade walked after him. Bucky wasn't going to tire himself out trying to get away from the lunatic. But he tired himself out anyway with how upset he was and had to sit down. Being angry didn't take this much out of him before, what the hell?

“Is it Cap's kid in there?”

He sighed. “Kids... he didn't even have to try and he got a two for one fucking special.”

Wade was actually quiet a moment but it didn't last.

“You seem like you miss him... your face is all wet. Are you—... are you crying???”

“Yes. Wade. Part of being pregnant is being fucking emotional. And yes, I miss him.”

“Shit... well, now I'll feel extra bad about doing this...”

“Wha—?”

Bucky didn't get a chance to finish that. Next thing he knows, it's all dark.

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.oOo.

Bucky doesn't know how long he's out. But when he comes to...

He's on a soft bed but he's strapped down, and his belly is exposed. Someone's moving one a those wands on it. He's out of it. Takes him a couple times drifting in and out because his brain can't get a register on what's going on.

Then he snaps up and breaks the straps easier than expected. And it's then he notices the muzzle.

A fucking muzzle.

He breaks the lock on it to get it off, and then glares at the person in front of him. It's Henry Pym, if he's not mistaken. And he feels a pang in his chest at recognizing the scents in the room. He's come into contact with them a little too much to not put two and two together.

“What the fuck? I thought you guys were supposed to be better than the people I work for. At least Zola asks me before he puts me on a table.”

Not that he ever listens if Bucky says 'no' about maintenance and medical. But still. So sue him, he's never really liked routine appointments. Let alone random ones.

“Would you? Have come if we asked nicely, I mean?”

Bucky frowned.

“James.”

He looked over and saw Natalia standing against the wall. It's likely they actually did hire Wade. He tensed his jaw.

“We need to know what happened to Steve.”

“You're looking in the wrong place. I don't know if you noticed them using me as bait the last time, but that's all I was to them.”

“It's because you were bait. You have some connection to Steve now and—.”

“My connection to him isn't gonna help you!... You want the easy answer. We've been fucking behind your backs. He's a werewolf. I'm a werewolf. Turns out fucking had its major consequences... and now I'm knocked up. Was there anything else you wanted to know?” He looked down at is belly before cupping it gently at the bottom, soothing the 2 pups inside. “I've been on maternity leave, I don't know what else they want with him...”

There was a long moment of quiet before anyone spoke.

“You're pretty strong. Steve wouldn't have been able to get out of those.”

Bucky looked up.

“Yes he would've...”

“In recent light, or—.”

“He's the reason I'm a werewolf. He just—... holds back. He's always holding back...”

Pym looked over at Natalia before looking back at Bucky.

“There's no way he's hid this from us the entire time...”

“Yeah, well. He did.”

It left the room silent for a moment.

“The fetii... aren't exactly human...”

Bucky let out a small huff. “No shit...”

“James...”

“The last time they caught him, they were interested in the serum... they thought they isolated it, gave it me... it made me stronger. Which was the goal... but, turns out it was something else... Bite mark on my neck, on his? Means we're bonded... that's what he told me, and I could feel him... but now I can't...”

“Heeeeey! How goes it with our leader's baby mama—... uhh... why so serious?”

Natalia rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed grunt. “Why Steve thought it was a good idea to make you an Avenger is beyond me.”

So they didn't hire him. Wait, what?? That was worse. Wade had a shit ton of food with him, Mexican by the looks of it. He stared at Natalia a moment before walking over to Bucky.

“Chimichanga?”

Bucky hadn't realized he was hungry but he didn't reach out.

When Wade kept waving the damn thing in his face to the point he was rubbing his hand straight up on his face, Bucky didn't have time to stop his reaction. He bit him twice, quick and hard. Before snatching the chimichanga from his hand and sniffing it.

“James, don't bite him, you don't know where he's been.”

Bucky ignored her and started eating.

Deadpool was looking at his hand which— “Oohh... that's not good...” —Wasn't healing...

When the weather changed, he looked up suddenly too cheery for what he said. “Thor's back!”

Natalia sighed. They about heard clattering and some malicious thunder when they saw Wade run into the other room. Bucky kept eating, not caring and not paying too much attention. When it finally settled, they saw a more meager though somehow also giddy Wade being carried in by an angry Thor, by the scruff.

“Why is this one here?”

“Maybe you should ask Steve that question...”

Bucky gave a whine at the mention and Natalia sighed.

Thor looked to be in confused thought for a moment before something clicked and he deadpanned. “The Captain has made him an Avenger. Where is he?”

Bucky gave another whine but kept eating. At that point, Thor noticed him and sighed.

“What's occurred in my absence?”

.oOo.

“And this is... you must be the Captain's chosen mate?”

“Thor. You're completely unphased by any of this?”

“Was this not common knowledge among the group?”

His team mates stared at him.

“Oh. I assumed it was.”

He went back to looking at Bucky. Bucky kind of liked the way he smelled. But not the way he liked the way Steve smelled, this guy... he wasn't sure, he just smelled good. He had lifted Bucky's chin to get a good look at him and was trying not to lean into it, but the alien prince was gentle with him...

“Remarkable... it has been quite a long time since a wolf of your caliber has appeared. I'm amazed Steven would keep this from us.”

“He kept that he was a werewolf from us... and James functions under Hydra...”

“Lycanthrope. That would be the proper term for them... and I suppose that would explain some bit. Though it doesn't explain why he's already bred you... though many circumstances could perhaps explain that...”

Bucky gave up on not leaning in and felt like a damn cat when Thor gently ran his fingers through his hair. Goddamn, he felt all domestic and pet like with this guy around. Wasn't he supposed to be a wild wolf???

“Are you sure you've never quite noticed? I thought it was obvious. The way he carries himself, his instinct to protect, corral and herd everyone around him, he even holds a larger form than myself but does his best when attempting to appear unthreatening.”

“Larger form than... you can't be talking about when he transformed? He never did that around us up until—.”

“No, no. I mean, on a regular basis. Surely you've noticed. His slouching must take a minimum of 3 inches from his height. This part of your world does still use the imperial system, yes? Anyway, I suppose it doesn't entirely matter. The Captain at his full height, stands roughly 6 feet and 5 inches tall, perhaps half an inch above that. A wolf of his stature... in his bipedal form... I would wager must stand well over 7, perhaps closer to 8 feet. I've said to him many times, that he can stand his full height around me and everyone else... he always gives the most amusing look of a confused puppy. As a protectorate, submissive behavior is quite common. He would do his best to ensure everyone feels safe and protected by him, so aggression and posture are the last things he wants to show those of his pack.”

His friends looked like he'd just dropped a bomb of information on them. And Bucky might have recognized that he did if his hands didn't feel so damn good. Who knew being pet felt like this, fuck, he wanted this guy to put a collar on him and take him home, he'd be such a good owner and—what the fuck was wrong with him?”

He pulled back suddenly, startled with himself. Wade was licking and biting at the hand that still hadn't healed and not paying attention. Thor seemed to look at Bucky surprised before smiling and pulling back a bit.

“I'm sorry, I forget my place. Asgardians used to take Lycanthropes as loyal companions for the hunt. Much like humans did with their dogs. But as the species began to die, we found it best they were left among their packs, however loyal and sweet they were. They never were quite the aggressive species many myths paint them to be, though perhaps it is more accurate to say they were never the aggressors when a conflict arose. They are fierce protectors, after all. We did our best to protect them... perhaps your blood remembers my own in some light.”

Bucky calmed down a bit.

Hank was the one who finally spoke up. “Okay, great. Now that we've established Steve secretly being a lycanthrope this entire time, how do we go about getting him back from Hydra?”

“The two of you are bonded, correct?”

Bucky blushed but nodded a bit.

“Fear not, little one. We will get your Omega protectorate back yet. I am sure he misses you a great deal, as you miss him. Can you reach out to him? Feel him?”

Bucky shook his head. Thor's face fell to something apologetic. “I suppose that does pose a problem... Wilson.”

Wade looked up from where he'd been gnawing on his hand.

“Escort him home. Undue stress does not stand as something good for him and the pups.”

Wade stared a moment at Thor but not like he wanted to argue, he just... stared. Thor sighed. Eventually, Wade did get up to take Bucky home, about to put a bag over him as Bucky whined in alarm. Thor immediately took it from him.

“It isn't necessary that he is unconscious! Do you not see the state he's in?”

“You smell good, do you always smell this good? New cologne or something?”

“Take him home, Wade.”

This time it was Natalia that spoke out. And after a moment Wade nodded before helping Bucky up and supporting him as he walked, to which Bucky growled at him and he backed off a bit.

It was the most awkward and quiet Wade had ever been and everyone was a bit freaked out by it.

Bucky tried not to overhear Natalia as he left, but his hearing was more sensitive now. Still, what she said broke up his heart a different way.

“We can't involve him with this, he's part of the problem. We need to find a way to get Steve back without him.”

He tuned out Thor's response. Numb and walking faster than the merc could keep up with to escort him home. Apparently, not fast enough to lose him completely.

Wade was exceptionally clingy right now, too, but apparently, that wasn't something Bucky minded either. It was weirdly comforting, especially since he wanted to nap when he got home. Not before he forced Wade into the shower and dressed his wound.

“I'm sorry I bit you...”

“I feel funny...”

“I'll take you to see Bob and Zola tomorrow. He'd be able to figure out what's going on... and last I checked... Bob was doing well...”

“Am I gonna grow a vagina?”

That caught Bucky off guard. But it was the first time he'd started laughing in a while. He was used to leaving Deadpool with others so they could deal with his bullshit and laughing from afar. The merc was annoying as shit after all, but wasn't that a question.

“Who knows... we'll figure it out I guess...”

“What about getting back your baby daddy?”

Bucky didn't say anything. And while Wade wasn't considerate enough to shut the fuck up so Bucky could nap, he apparently was considerate enough to soften up his volume so Bucky could still fall asleep to his endless chatter.

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.oOo.

Bucky doesn't know where he is when he wakes up. The walls seem familiar, but he can't remember where he's seen them. They're dark, with lights running through them in an almost circuit like pattern. Mechanical... but not like anything he's ever seen. Too high tech. They don't look human... almost... alien.

There's no one around him. He walks, searches, but still no one. He tries finding Steve's scent. It's there but... it's off. Something's not right. He keeps walking. He finds the scent but...

It's not Steve he finds.

There's a woman... and something in Bucky's heart clenches up at seeing her, even if he's never seen her before. She's crying. Looking straight at him like she's in pain. Her hair is long and deep black, and her eyes are the color of the moon... There's a stone where her heart should be, but it's grey, dull. And something in Bucky is telling him that isn't right... She doesn't do anything, just stares at him. But the moment Bucky steps forward, she's gone.

There's a pedestal there... but it's empty.

He feels someone tug on his clothes.

When he turns around, he sees a little girl. She's small, cute. White hair that nearly glows, maybe does, vibrant blue eyes and Bucky would recognize anywhere... she has a stone in her chest too, but her's is lively, glowing blue like her eyes. She presses a hand to his belly and Bucky feels something different, the pups don't kick, but it's like they feel her. And they respond with the same gesture where her hand is, if with two tiny paws. She smiles and kisses the spot. Bucky has a different feeling from her than he got from the woman... and the same one as well. He can't help but smile in response to the big one she gives him.

She takes his hand and leads him somewhere else. It's a window, he realizes... peering out at... space. It takes him a while to realize that what he's staring at is the Earth...

She's pointing now, at a specific spot on that little blue planet. When she knows he understands, she takes his hand again, but this time, she brings it to the stone in her chest.

He feels like he could reach in and grab it but he doesn't want to take it from her. He doesn't have a choice when she disappears and all that's left is the stone. He almost lets it fall, just barely catching it. And he watches it go from that vibrant blue to the same dull gray...

He doesn't know why that makes him cry...

.oOo.

“Is this the one?”

“Yes... it would appear so...”

“Just to be clear, it's—.”

“The other is in transition... but him... the call came from him.”

“I would assume as much, it would be the pregnant one.”

Bucky eyelids were very heavy... so was his body. There was a warm feeling next to him and he snuggled in... the scent was comforting.

The other three...

He shot up. Suddenly surprised with himself.

Number one, why was Wade snuggling up to him in his bed?

Number two, how was he losing himself so much that 3 strangers made it into his apartment?

Wait... wait...

One of those scents was... familiar...

He saw the source then...

Logan... that fucker that wouldn't die. He frowned.

A man next to him he wouldn't expect. Magneto... that fucker he avoided like the damn plague because of the metal in his system.

The last guy... he was dressed in all white...

All three were Omegas, he could tell by scent. But they weren't familiar. They weren't pack and it had his senses on the fritz. He tensed up. Wade didn't even wake, just curling up around him like some sort of cat.

“What do you want?”

“Easy, bub. You tell us. We're not here to hurt you.”

“We came to answer the distress call you let out. Though, it doesn't seem you quite know what you've become. Apart from the fact that the Captain has already bred you.”

“And that you... did you really have to bite him of all people???”

“I... what does that do?”

The guy in white finally spoke up.

“He is in transition... much like you were. It is clear various aspects of your new state of being were not explained to you...”

Bucky blushed... more like he never really took the time to talk to Steve... more concerned with—. One of the babies kicked and he smoothed a hand over the spot. The guy in white... something was weird about him.

“My name is Marc Spector... though I suppose many more commonly know me as the Moon Knight... about one week ago, you sent out a call. A distress whine meant to bring others to your aid. Forgive the time it took us to answer, but it was something that required adamant research. There has not been an Alpha wolf for a very long time.”

Bucky was quiet. Remembering the moment he saw Steve taken from him.

“What is it you want from me...?”

“We want nothing from you... we wish to help you.”

“Help our friend. Steve's acted as a protectorate for more than just you. But that you're his mate might help a bit.”

He turned to Logan... he remembered how much time him and Steve spent together sometimes... it seemed like they had a different sort of friendship from what Steve had with others... but if they were both...

“More importantly, that you are the first Alpha after such a long period of absence holds a great significance for all of our kind. The birth of your pups is meant to signify the revival of our species... Simply your existence—.”

He turned back to the guy in white.

“I really hope you're not a cultist.”

Moon Knight seemed surprised but that but gave a chuckle in good humor. It was hard to gauge a guy who's face you couldn't see.

“I suppose that is one way to view it... though I know you feel the moon as the rest of us do. Lycanthropes have always been a very spiritual species with a strong connection to the moon. I am a servant of her Goddess. She has had many names and forms throughout history but she has always been our protector. Khonshu. Artemis. Diana. Coyolxauhqui. Hecate. Bendis. Mawu. Sin... She has been dead for centuries... What lingers is a fragment... You are meant to find our revival and birth a new goddess.

"Great."

"Many would consider this a great honor. You seem upset."

"Because this is exactly what every person wants. The fate of a species to be entirely dependent on what comes out of my vagina. A species I've just joined. A vagina, that just magically appeared a couple months ago. A vagina that got me knocked up with twin wolves, and now my mate's missing. My mate's missing! Or no, not really. I know where he is, or at least who has him, but I can't fucking get to him and this isn't how my fucking life was supposed to be. I'm 71 goddamn years old and I was supposed to live a human life. A normal human life. And sure, I can accept a supersoldier serum maybe making that a bit longer. I can accept losing my arm and breaking my back and gaining metal enhancements and replacements to help me get along. Why the hell couldn't someone else be picked for this shit?"

Before anyone could answer, the complaining didn't seem to stop there. Logan smirked and they all sat down as they watched Bucky pace around the room and blow off steam as well as run through all the grievances of shit that had happened to him. It was a long while before he gave a frustrated growl and got himself a glass of water. When Logan asked if he was done, they got another earful of complaints and full unloading of pent up grumpiness.

"I can see why Steve would like you."

"And another thing, why can't I fucking turn if I'm supposed to be a wolf? Steve said it would happen if I needed it to, but all I got was that stupid 'distress whine' that magically called to all of you, that you took a damn week to answer to!"

"It's probably the metal?"

"It is the metal."

Logan looked to Erik.

"There was a while I wasn't able to turn either..."

"The metal grafted to his skeleton made it impossible. It's a problem that's since been fixed but... With you, it's not a large amount. Nor is it quite as strong. At best, it would cause excruciating pain should you attempt to turn, and in your current state, that perhaps isn't what your body would seek."

That was something he hadn't thought about. From the information he'd read up on that Hydra had on Wolverine, guy had adamantium grafted to every bone in his body. Bucky just had the arm and a little in his spine.

"H-how did he fix that?"

"I did. I used my abilities to plate and bond the metal to his bone much better than it was before. It made it more fluid and able to change with his bone structure."

"Hurt like bitch. Wouldn't recommend it with..."

Bucky took a breath and closed his eyes, pinching the space on the bridge of his nose.

"Perfect. Motherfucking perfect. What else is new? What else is new, at this point? What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

There was a beat of silence in the room. Wade was still sleeping but stirring like he might wake up soon. Magneto stood. Walking over to the distressed Alpha they had all come to help.

"To start, we were going to help you get your mate back. We still plan to do so..."

"But perhaps the pups and yourself take priority... You are not alone in this. An Alpha is the start and center of a pack..."

They heard a yawn and turned to see a slightly sleepy merc somehow managing to scratch his ear with his foot, while still in human form?

"Whad I miss?"

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“Do you know how far along you are? In weeks.”

Bucky looked to the screen... it was weird to think about but... “What do I count?”

“What you've completed.”

Bucky counted back. It was right on track. “Um... 27 weeks?”

“Strange to see that they haven't shifted.”

“They perhaps won't, Hank. As of yet, their bearer can't shift. So their response to the action is withheld.”

Another Hank. This time McCoy. He'd had run ins with Beast, but had only ever heard about Professor X. Bucky winced as he heard them talking.

“Is that... gonna be a problem for them?”

“No, I—sorry love, we didn't mean to alarm you. Your pups will respond accordingly once they are born, it's simply unusual for them to not shift from wolf to human at least once in the womb at this stage. If you're truly concerned, I can reach into their developing minds to ensure they have no issues doing so. Ordinarily, pups learn as a reaction to their mothers...”

“I... how much further do I have to go before they...?”

“About 25 weeks.”

Wait...

What???

“It amounts to a grand total 52 weeks, 12 calendar months, 364 days, or 13 moon cycles, as is often the measure that our kind uses.”

“So I'll be pregnant a full year!?!??”

“No love, just shy a day of one, though. It's really not so bad—.”

“Fuck! Fuck... I didn't sign up for this, I didn't—... shit... How am I supposed to...”

Charles moved closer to him to calm him down, along with the babies which were responding to his sudden distress.

“It's not so bad, and you've done very well so far. With help, I presume. For your question, that is. You have a pack... if you'll have us...”

Bucky felt so much calmer when the Professor touched him. He knew this guy was a mind reader, he didn't know he could do that...

“I... thanks...”

“No trouble, love.”

Hank seemed to go and get something and Charles stayed with Bucky.

“You've done this before...”

“I have. Many times given my mate.”

“I thought your pregnancies were related to a mutation.”

“They were. Not all lycans have the ability to bear children, as I'm sure you noticed with your mate. I am not an Alpha, like you. Nor am I a bearer. I'm a Beta. But, by all means, I shouldn't have the ability, but I do. And believe me, it came as a grand shock to Erik and I the first time. In fact, it's... what led to the loss of my legs...”

“W-what happened...?”

“It's a mutation, but it's not a complete one. My hips weren't suited for passing a baby through them, and they didn't soften like yours will or any other pregnant person's should have. I was scheduled for a Cesarean to fix the problem, but I ended up passing her through anyway and... I had to. She would have died if I didn't push... the umbilical cord... I don't regret it. But Erik still blames himself, the stubborn bastard he is. But all the others have been much easier since. And I love my children... and their father loves them too.”

Bucky was quiet a moment but gave a nod. Remembering seeing Magneto of all people pick up a tiny green haired girl that had run up to him, with a smile he didn't think the man was capable of.

Beast came back in at that moment. The blue lion bear gorilla werewolf thing was still kinda freaking him out... but he was sorta curious on what his bipedal form looked like. Apparently, werewolves were pretty common among mutants... or maybe vice versa?

“We ran some blood work to ensure you and your pups were getting enough of what you needed, and as it turned out... you certainly aren't doing terribly but you aren't necessarily doing well, either. Everything is heightened because of the serum in both yourself and your mate. It's probably what's attributed to your fatigue so I've amassed some vitamins to help you along, as the symptoms and care for a lycan which is whelping can differ drastically from that of a human woman. Especially one in your case.”

Bucky gave a nod. Sighing as he looked back at the screen with the picture of his pups.

Charles spoke with Hank for a moment before turning back to him with a glass of water and a few pills. Bucky took them and swallowed them down. Staring back at the screen.

“Would you like to see what their human forms would look like?”

Bucky almost startled at the Professor's voice.

“I... it won't... hurt them?”

Charles smiled. “No. It's as simple as giving a small push in their minds, more of a suggestion really.”

Bucky hesitated a moment but nodded.

Charles put a hand on his belly. He felt all sorts of weird movement inside of himself and it almost freaked him out a bit but then it settled.

“Hank?”

“Hmm? Oh! Right. One moment.”

Hank came back with the wand and continued the live feed. Bucky's breath hitched when he saw them. His little boy was pretty obvious. He was putting himself on display. His little girl... she was... different. She looked bothered by something and ended up pushing the other away. Charles gave a chuckle.

“It seems she was a bit bothered by my intrusion.”

“What about him?”

“I don't think he noticed. My youngest were actually just the same as them... The boy is rambunctious while the girl is very intelligent, and they showed signs of this even while still in the womb. Though my little girl is likely a Beta, like myself. The boy is showing signs of being an Omega, like his father. It's not the most clear until they come of age, though. We could have sworn my first would be a Beta, but she turned out to be a Lamda. And my second was a Gamma from the get go and presented early. It appears your little girl might be an Omega, though it is possible she is simply a sire female. Similar to you, she can sire and bear children, but instead of a center, she's likely to be a protectorate. Omegas are the most common sire females. The boy, you may have to wait to find out, but he'll be either Beta, Gamma, Lambda, Sigma, or Omega. Hank is a Sigma, by the way. They are a form of protectorate more on the medical end, healers by nature. He's a bit more curious though, very much a Lambda lean.”

Hank gave a warm smile and Bucky gave a nod. It was about then that the other 3 Omegas he'd met came in. Wade was clinging onto Moon Knight's back like some sort of animal, but strangely enough, he didn't seem bothered by it. Or was he? Bucky couldn't tell but he sighed.

“Tell me about this prophecy...”

Spector managed to sit down after Wade was pulled from his back by Logan. The merc was acting like a damn cat. But it wasn't worse than him normally not shutting up. Still, there was a clear concern for him because he was acting weird. Spector sighed.

“It's vague. She's been very angry for a long time... but from what I have been able to find... it states an Alpha will be made in a wolf who received no bite to become one of our own. A wolf that cannot shift. And that this wolf will restore what has been broken so she may finally rest... so a new goddess can be born.”

“It state any hows or whens?”

“No.”

“That's helpful...”

Bucky sat up and sighed. Charles and Hank had gone to checking over Wade. They said he was in transition...

“Steve told me that wasn't how it worked... biting people to turn them...”

“Not for Omegas like him... no. His bite is toxic, it's meant to kill. There's a very rare chance a human would survive it, in which case it could turn them. But I can only imagine what the serum did to his bite... You're an Alpha, love. Your bite is much more gentle because it's meant to create more wolves, not kill. A bite from you is either rejected or will turn the person, but it's never meant to kill. Bites between our own kind are meant for mating and bonding.”

That was... good, in a way...

It meant Brock would be okay. Wade too, but considering his healing factor...

Bucky looked down at his belly, cupping his hands at the bottom of it, the babies inside were still stirring. He got the feeling they shifted back... even if he didn't see it.

“What am I supposed to do now...?”

“I thought we established this. Weren't we gonna get your baby daddy back? Hey-don't touch me. I'm itchy! Stop it—. No—n—. *Growl*”

Wade seemed to stop himself in the middle of growling, surprised, before continuing. When Hank and Charles took a step back, he started scratching again.

“Much as I hate to admit it, Wade's right. We gotta get your mate back.”

“You all seem to care an awful lot about him...”

'More than I probably do...'

“Captain Rogers is a Prime protectorate. He seeks out to protect even those that are not his own... because 'pack' holds a very different meaning for him. We have all felt this.. Primes always stood as mediators between packs because of this. They simply seek to protect the lives of our species, and often became servants of the Goddess.”

“Of course, that our survival is now dependent on him, along with you, should help his case.”

Erik glanced over at Hank with a brow raised, Hank gave a slight smirk. Erik gave a huff.

“There's also that.”

Bucky gave another sigh. There was a rumble in the sky and it wasn't long before they heard a hard landing. And moments later, heavy boots that stopped at the door.

“I was wondering where you had gone.”

“I thought Natalia wanted you to leave me out of this...”

“Steven is my friend, but he is your mate. I would think you the most eager to defy her.”

“What can I even do like this?”

Thor walked over to him and kneeled down so Bucky could make eye contact with him. “Enough, with friends helping you.”

They heard another growl from Wade. Who Hank had put a cone on. Bucky was quiet a long moment.

“You wanna sit around? Or you wanna get your mate back?”

He turned back to Logan...

Steve...

He would have already done so much more for Bucky... Idiot wouldn't even hesitate... both pups seemed to kick him simultaneously and he got his answer. If Steve deserved better, that meant he should be giving better. They were mates, right? They made two little pups together that still had half a year to get there... half a year till they'd need the both of them.

But Bucky needed him now.

He took a breath.

“Let's get this shit done.”

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Bucky stared down at the squirming babies in the crib. One had silver hair and bright blue eyes and was looking up at him like a happy giggly baby. The other had red hair, not like Natalia, much deeper, darker, with something of a metallic gleam in her eyes, curious but more neutral. He couldn't help but give a small smile at them.

He felt a weight run into his leg and looked to see that same green haired little girl looking up at him curiously.

“Lorna.”

Charles came over and picked her up. Setting her on his lap. She didn't fuss, but she kept looking at Bucky.

“What's it like...?”

“Giving birth? Or simply having a child?”

“Never really pictured Magneto to be a family man.”

Guy focused a lot on mutant related incidents, Charles did too, but they had some disagreements and it was safe to say Erik was a bit more... aggressive than Charles...

Charles gave a laugh.

“Neither did I, in the beginning. I thought he would leave when I told him but he...” He paused and gave a fond smile. “He can be surprisingly gentle at times.”

“What are their names?”

“Well, you've met Lorna. She was certainly a surprise, but perhaps not as big of one as Anya. She and David are currently traveling with their aunt. Something that took near teeth pulling to convince Erik. She wanted to see the world... and she's keeping up with studies, so there was really no reason to not let her go if not for missing her... David simply wanted to visit their uncle. Cain and I didn't get along before Erik, oddly enough. Although, he did admit later that he always wanted a younger sibling, and a puppy, and managed to get both with me. He's an ass, but certainly better as a friend. Goodness, I'm rambling... sorry. The twins... their names are Wanda and Pietro.”

“No, it's okay. Becca does the same thing sometimes... teenagers?”

“Well, Anya is 16. David is actually 11. But I trust Raven and trust me when I say they are more than capable of handling themselves. I think they're much nosier than I ever was.”

Bucky gave a smile. “What about the last 3?”

“How old are you Lorna, 6? Was it?”

“5 and tree qwarters!”

She had the cutest little subtle German accent.

“Ah, that's right! Your birthday hasn't passed yet, has it?”

“Cake!”

“Of course. You would absolutely remember the cake if you'd had it.”

She gave a big nod and leaned against him.

“How old are the babies? Do you remember?”

“6!”

“Wha—Lorna? Aren't they younger than you?”

“Monts mama!”

“Oh, that's right. How could I forget?”

“So'kay...”

She gave him a big kiss and a few pats on the head and Bucky felt his heart clenching, wanted to laugh, and was a little embarrassed all at the same time. He wondered if he'd even be able to...

“You shouldn't worry about what kind of parent you'll be...”

Bucky looked up, surprised.

“Sorry, love. You were projecting a bit. That you already worry means that you love them. And you'll have help, not just from Steven.”

Bucky gave a sigh but nodded. “Like I do now...”

He looked down. He looked especially pregnant with the gear they gave him. Not his typical stuff but something well enough to work for the mission. Since it turned out he hadn't been getting enough nutrients for himself and the babies, or at least not enough to keep up with his usual self, he'd been a little more diligent. At first, he thought those pills sent his senses into overdrive. Turns out his metabolism changed under his nose, and a wolf's senses are stronger than a supersoldier's. A wolf supersoldier... well, last few days were a bit of a doozy, but he felt well enough to do this. He had help after all.

“Yes... like you do now. Were you ready or simply admiring the work my mate has done?”

“Little bit a both?”

“It gets easier... your instincts will help you. Now would be the best time. We have the full moon as our advantage.”

“If a guy that controls metal and thunder god aren't enough.”

Erik gave a smile.

.oOo.

“You sure you're up for this?”

Wade seemed a little bit... twitchy.

“Yeah... yup.”

Bucky wasn't gonna fight him as he put the rifle together. And fitted a smaller gun hidden on his leg.

“I wanna see Bob.”

Bucky snorted.

“Isn't a gun a little old fashioned?”

“Not all of us have fancy powers or built in indestructible claws. Besides, we're not killing. Where do you even get this stuff?”

Erik smirked. Wade was quick on his response.

“These I stole.”

Bucky groaned.

“What?”

“Don't repeat that. Nothing, Thor. He didn't say anything.”

No wonder there was such a wide variety of high quality tranqs. They heard Scott call over.

“Where am I gonna land this thing?”

Bucky called back. “South side. We go in through the top, there's not a spot they don't have covered but that one has the least protection. Get ready to turn her off though, Erik can set us down, and that'll buy us some time."

“You look super pregnant, you sure you should be doing this?”

“Says the idiot still stuck wearing the cone.”

“I know how to get it off, okay! I just haven't felt like it.”

Bucky didn't say anything trying to fight the smile.

They felt the jet turn off before Erik took control of it. This would make them a bit harder to detect without the same energy signatures. It would give them a small window, but one nonetheless. Bucky went over and opened the door to look down. Everyone was set and ready to go.

Logan, Scott, and Erik were in their X-Men gear as Erik lowered the jet. Bucky in his borrowed gear. Thor in full armor. Moon Knight had his own gear, and it seemed the all white was a constant with this guy.

And finally Wade, in his red suit... and cone.

It was a quiet landing. They stepped off and followed Bucky's lead as he tranquilized the guards up there and Cyclops took out the cameras. He wasn't a wolf, but Charles suggested they take him anyway.

“Where do you sense him?”

Bucky had been able to feel Steve in the facility the closer they got. He pulled as best he could through the bond from what Charles showed him.

“He's in the East wing. Thor. Erik.”

Erik used his powers to sense the metal of a circuit grid, Thor used his to burn it out. That'd also buy them some more time. He didn't want to be an aggressor in this, so every extra second counted. Once the power was off, he broke the lock and they went in.

Easy enough at first, Bucky was good at stealth, it was what he knew. He took the lead, couple guys shot and then snoozing away. The others did their part with knocking them out or using the hand darts to put em' to sleep.

Wade kept stuffing them in closets or putting them in peculiar positions. Sometimes both. It was clear Logan was pretty annoyed with him. Scott and Erik didn't care. And Thor was confused. Marc didn't give a response, but he had gone off on his own the moment this all started.

Bucky was trying not to laugh. This was turning out to be more fun than he expected, without much work.

They were about halfway there when they lost Wade. At this point, they were stretched out enough to use the communicators.

“Barnes, I've lost sight of Wade.”

That was Logan.

Shit...

“He's not near me, anyone seen him?”

There was a string of negative responses.

“Deadpool, this is Barnes. Do you copy?”

No response.

“Deadpool. Do you copy?”

It was about then that the power came back on. It had been knocked out a good while but they'd just have to make due.

Bucky gave a sigh. “Shit... We'll worry about it later, everyone keep moving.”

When he came across a guy, knocked out cold, snoring with his butt stuck up in the air, he figured Wade might be leaving a trail. And Sure enough, when he rounded the corner he was. He frowned.

“Wilson, do you copy?”

There was some static this time before a hushed response. Like whisper yelling.

“I'm incognito!”

Fuck.

“Wilson, what the fuck are you doing?”

No response and Bucky made himself move faster along the trail, then had to stop and hide himself as he saw three confused Hydra Agents. They hadn't seemed to notice him though as he peered over the corner. In fact, they were... looking down... at a large cardboard box. Bucky knew that scent.

“Wilson... what the fuck are you doing???”

“Setting decoys.”

Bucky's heart near stopped.

“Oh my god. What the fuck Wilson?”

Bucky had to calm his breath staring at the merc in front of him. He wasn't in the box that the Agents were staring at, but he was in a boxed that he'd somehow managed to scuttle over to Bucky.

“Ugh, god, you're like a cockroach.”

“But uglier?”

Bucky took a breath. “Did you do this?” He gestured to the trail of unconscious bodies.

“No, I just positioned them. Moony did all this, can't take his credit. Guy works fast.”

Moon Knight. Guy works fast indeed.

“He told me to set decoys.”

They heard the quick swick of three darts being flung through the air, and glanced over to see Marc setting the bodies down gently.

Holy shit.

Bucky walked over and Wade scuttled under his box.

Bucky didn't really have anything to say. He just looked at the work before looking at Moon Knight, and nodded. Wade seemed... very happy to be next to him and peeking out of his box, practically rubbing up on his leg.

He was a wolf, right?

“Wade?”

Shit.

That voice belonged to someone Bucky knew pretty well.

“Bob?”

He'd come up around a corner, likely having noticed one of the sleeping Agents. Now staring at them in stunned silence. Bucky half expected Marc to throw another dart. But the alarm seemed to go off just then and the entire place was flashing red.

“Shit...”

They heard Logan groaning on one end. Stealth or no killing had never really been his style.

“Keep the claws in, Wolvie!”

A growl.

“Logan? Do you copy, what just happened?”

Scott was the one who answered.

“He got spotted and shot. Where's your location, we're heading over.”

Bucky relayed where they were at the same time a dart shot out and Marc didn't bother catching Bob's body with the alarm blaring. Bucky stared before turning to him.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Where do you sense him?”

Bucky did his best to pull on the bond.

“He's in the garden. It's just a few halls down.”

They saw a few Hydra Agents running toward them—.

“Wait!”

They shot at them, but Wade had taken the bullets jumping in front of them.

They heard and saw lightning through the building and every piece of metal cling to the ceiling all of a sudden, almost off of their own person, but those just seemed to be vibrating.

Wade was groaning before Bucky and Marc gave a nod and did this the old fashioned way. Bucky shot 2 with tranqs, Marc worked better up close. One managed to get to Bucky before he knocked him out with the back of his gun. Once all the men were on the ground, the groan turned into a growl.

Wade still had his box but it was ruined now, and something much bigger and furrier—.

A dirty blonde wolf.

—Burst out of it before taking off. Surprisingly, it was Marc who called out.

“Wade!”

That same wolf couldn't seem to get any traction with his paws and ended up hitting a wall down the hall. Bucky winced. But he seemed to have the right idea.

“Just follow him, he's goin' the right way!”

He relayed a message.

“Everyone forget the mission! It's too late to do this without it being messy, knock anyone out you come across, but just make it your mission to get to me as fast as possible!”

He turned on the tracker they gave him, like a homing beacon, it sent them a signal of where he was. Then took off after Wade with Moon Knight following him.

It didn't take much longer before they got to the garden and—.

What he heard...

“*Growl*...”

“Scheisse...s-stop that!... Well, I can't throw it if you won't give it to me—ech! Disgusting, now you've gone and slobbered all over it—. Wunderbar... another one...”

Bucky entered the room and was completely stunned. Schmidt noticed him.

“Ah, Sargent Barnes, I was wondering when we would see you.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me.”

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“Your mate is a handful and he has attempted to bite me 3 times.”

Schmidt was holding a slobbery red ball and looking at two happy overgrown puppies. Well, one happy, the other at full attention for the ball with his tail fluffed out and stiff. He threw it and the one at attention, the dirty blonde one, ran after it.

Bucky stared.

The golden one stayed behind and actually let Schmidt pet him. He had to be hallucinating, this wasn't happening.

Wade ran into Moon Knight next to him, now on his hind legs as Marc had caught the ball, happily staring up at him with his tail wagging like crazy. They heard a growl from Steve before he tried to bite Schmidt again.

“N-no, böser Hund!”

He took out a spray bottle and sprayed him a good couple times in the face. Steve reacted much more strongly than a regular dog would, but by scent there was a reason for it, however faint. The sharp whine he let out was followed by him rubbing his nose and face in the grass to get it off before giving up and finding more water to dunk his nose in, then repeating the process. He paused after a moment, looking toward Bucky.

What was happening? What if something was wrong with him? Was he stuck like this?

“Steve?”

He walked over to Bucky, giant wolf he was, and leaned into the hesitant touch Bucky reached out. The pups were kicking like crazy in response to Bucky being near their father again.

But he didn't change back.

Bucky looked over at his boss, his heart pounding while he was on the verge of tears with worry.

“W-what's wrong with him?”

Schmidt coughed and glanced off.

“What did you do to him?”

“You fed him Erdnuss...”

All the other wolves seemed to flinch at attention when Thor said that. Schmidt coughed.

“And I presume the bottle of water has trace amounts of Aconitum?”

Another flinch. Logan was growling now.

“Not Wolfsbane particularly but yes.”

He stood. He was holding a small jar.

Steve finally started shifting back. And at his full height, he was taller than Thor. He gave this look, concern? Distraught? There was a collar on him made clear without all the fur. His face was a little red from rubbing it out. And then he pulled Bucky in and held him tight, tears in his eyes. Bucky held him back unsure what to do. Steve seemed to scent him before—.

His tail was still there... and wagging... he didn't know they could do that. Bucky finally managed to speak as Schmidt made his way over to Wade.

“What's Erdnuss...?”

Schmidt opened up the jar and all the other wolves went stiff, tensed up as Wade seemed to change his attention to him, paws on his coat and barking and whining. Schmidt dipped his finger in and took out a fine paste, it looked like peanut butter, and it smelled like—...

Fuck, it smelled sort of amazing...

“Is that that weird werewolf catnip?”

“It's not catnip.”

That was... Scott and Logan. Respectively.

Bucky didn't notice Schmidt had given some to Wade until he was rolling around all over the ground in sheer delight. Everyone was tense and clearly uncomfortable. Wha—.

“What is this?”

Bucky knew that voice, and suddenly that weird puppy form of guilt came creeping in. It was the very reason he had wanted to do this stealth. In and out, quick as possible without running into him. Steve was growling before Bucky settled him down. Ready to face him.

Or not.

Zola was frowning. Honest to god frowning, Bucky had never seen him so mad frowning.

“This. All this mess was caused by you?”

“I—.”

“Nein! Gib mir dieses Gesicht nicht! Erst beißt du Brock, dann hören wir nichts von dir! Und das in deinem Zustand tun??? Haben Sie keine Sorge für Ihre Kinder??? Warum bist du nicht einfach reingekommen? Wie eine normale Person würde? Müssen Sie immer Ärger machen???”

(No! Don't you give me that face! First you bite Brock, then we hear nothing from you! And doing this in your state??? Do you have no care for your children??? Why did you not just come in? Like a normal person would? Must you always cause trouble???)

It took a lot for Zola to speak German. Bucky could feel the tension in the other wolves. He had to diffuse this but he could barely get out his panicked answer. He was too nervous to even speak English, and surprised himself going back to his native tongue.

“Wh-I—. Что я должен был делать? Ты использовал меня в качестве приманки, чтобы поймать его!"

(What was I supposed to do??? You used me as bait to catch him!)

At this, Zola recoiled looking genuinely confused. He understood perfectly well, no doubt but—.

“That would be my fault.”

They all turned back to Schmidt.

“I needed you all in one place. More specifically. The Guardian.”

He was looking straight at Moon Knight.

.oOo.

“You have questions. You may ask.”

They were all sitting down now, in the garden. He was about to give Wade another dab of the paste before Zola whacked him away with a rolled up magazine and Wade went to hide under the table.

“There's no need for that.”

“Stop feeding them! They are not puppies to be played with!”

Schmidt coughed at the dirty blonde wolf now hiding under his chair. Steve had gone back to being in wolf form to hide his nakedness, most likely. Schmidt looked over and sighed.

“Steven.”

Steve hesitated a moment but walked over and Schmidt undid the collar. He shifted back once it was off.

“Why did you collar him? Why keep him here? What the hell is that stuff and why—?”

“To keep him from running away. I knew you would come get him. That you wouldn't do so alone. That is what I needed. Erdnuss is very particular root that numbs their senses and acts a sort of... instinctual revitalizer. From what we've seen, it is pleasurable, and may also act as a sort of... narcotic—.”

“You've been drugging him!!?”

“Yes and no. It's not harmful, though it may have numbed his connection to you.”

Bucky frowned. It did.

“He said he would stay after I explained myself to him, but as made clear through the attempted bites. I did not trust him. There is a great mistrust I am sensing from many of you. Particularly the one who controls metal. Frankly, I am very uncomfortable with these sharp shards directed at me floating overhead.”

“What do you expect us to believe when this is how you get us all together?”

“Would you have come if I asked nicely, Kapitän?”

Steve tensed his jaw. Zola gave him a sort of shaw to cover up.

“You worked with the Nazis—.”

Erik was clearly upset.

“I never really cared for what they believed.”

Steve raised a brow at his words.

“Directly under Hitler.”

“I only needed him for money. That man was insane.”

“So he was basically your sugar daddy.”

They were words everyone might have expected from Wade, but he was still under Schmidt's chair, wagging his tail. Instead, they were heard from Logan, who looked like he was trying to make sense of everything that was happening. Schmidt was silent for a long moment. He opened his mouth and closed it twice. Before nodding. “Ah, yes. That is exactly what he was. But that is beside the point.”

“How is that beside the point!?”

“I'm going to reiterate that these shards make me very uncomfortable.”

There was arguing as they tried to calm Erik down. Bucky was feeling a bit numb. Tired. Why the fuck go through all this trouble just to—?

“Why have you brought us here?”

He looked over at Marc. Who had seemed to be the most focused during the conversation. Schmidt took a breath.

“My mother... has a gift. For as long as I can remember, she has always been enthralled with your kind. She said you chose the Earth to protect. That your love for the Moon is a because it is a reminder of your home. That you were servants of Nature, above everything else. Your instincts tell you to protect... This has nothing to do with her gift, but, it is in some ways relevant. She has always received visions of possibility, likelihood. Since I was a child, she has told me of everything she sees. When I was too young to understand such, I simply thought they were stories. As I grew older and witnessed what she told me... In recent years, there is a repeated vision that is haunting her. The repetition tends to be related to increased likelihood. She tells me of... a large, purple man. A man who cannot be stopped. That he will come. And he will succeed. He seeks balance. And he will ravage worlds to get it.”

Bucky could see Marc tensing up.

“Your mother sounds a bit off her rocker.”

Logan said it, but it didn't seem to be... it didn't seem like he meant it in the way most would think, as somber as he said it.

“You would think so, but she also predicted that I would one day grow ugly with the face of a skull and skin of pure red. And that she would still love me just the same. Though at the time, I was sure she was simply saying as such to soothe a crying child. Sure enough, she still does, in her own... way. But she also went blind before it ever happened.”

“What else did she tell you? About this man?”

He turned back to Moon Knight.

“That without the Goddess, there would be no hope. That she must be reborn before he arrives.”

Because that was exactly what Bucky needed... the fate of the universe apparently dependent on what comes out of his vagina.

The fate of the universe dependent on one a his kids...

“Not his name?”

“She will not tell me that, she says his name should not be spoken.”

Marc took a breath. He stood and paced a bit, seeming very affected.

“Why all the games, everything underhanded? Why not just-just talk, write a letter, something other than—.”

“I realize my methods have not quite been orthodox. There is always a better way, yes, Kapitän? There is a reason my curiosities have lain where they do. Why I have taken interest in certain subjects. This would not be the first time you've noticed. But while your kind has strong protective instincts. You also like to keep secrets. The kind that require digging. Getting one's hands dirty.”

Steve tensed back a bit, remembering something Pierce had told him.

“Those people that call you dirty because you've got the guts to stick your hands in the mud and try to build something better...”

“You were never after the serum.”

“No.”

“Your falling out with Erskein?”

Schmidt gave a cough. “That one I am less proud of. He was going to test the serum on himself. I didn't let him. But that actually had nothing to do with why our friendship ended.”

“What got him mad at you?”

“I ate his lunch. Though I take full fault on that, the extent to which that man could hold a grudge...”

“His death?”

Schmidt was quiet for a moment... “One of my many regrets...”

“Wait... if you knew Steve was a wolf this entire time—.”

He knew... every time he sent Bucky out on a mission involving him, he knew. He was in charge of the project that created the isolated component. The project that—... turned Bucky into... and afterward, he had hand selected every mission Bucky went on. Every mission he ran into the Captain.

“If you knew, why pick me for this, why—?”

“I did not know everything that would occur, I had only hoped for the best outcome.”

“It is nice to see you curious when you are often so withdrawn from the interests of Hydra, but it may take more than any of the men Hydra can offer, even myself, for this to succeed. Are you prepared for that Sgt. Barnes?”

He'd even gotten Bucky's permission when they tried to inseminate him. Offered him a way out.

“Do you have regret for these recent events, Sgt. Barnes...?”

He turned to Zola, who had spoken those words more softly than Bucky could expect. Then to Steve who was giving that same guilty look. He could feel the pups stirring again and—.

“No... no, I don't. I just. If you couldn't talk to them, why not at least talk to me? I trusted you.”

This time, he saw a look on Schmidt he hadn't seen before. Something of surprise, remorse, pride. It was melancholy.

“Because as much as I wanted to, time would not allow it. It is a resource we have limited, and idle chitchat tends to waste it away... In the worlds my mother viewed... I saught to get what needed to be done as fast as possible. And I recognize the selfishness of my actions.”

“You're trying to save the world—.”

“I am trying to save myself... that everyone else is a part of that can't be helped.”

Always the person to deny the good in himself. Bucky huffed. He could take a guess at where he'd gotten that habit from in himself.

Thor'd been quiet the whole time and it was clear he was thinking. Marc hadn't said anything but it was clear he was in the same state.

“You seem to have taken what's transpired rather well...”

Bucky sighed. “Shit happens. Live enough years, and it all kinda... meshes together. I'm sure you know the feeling. I've gotten something good from this I wouldn't take back. Even if the circumstances are shitty. And there's always denial. You can keep working on whatever it is that has your attention, I'm gonna take a step back and worry about my kids. The ones I'm pretty sure have nothin' to do with this stupid prophecy. I'm not gonna fight it, but I sure as hell won't run in that direction because I think the fate a the universe depending on my vagina is a little bit above my pay grade.”

Despite himself, Schmidt started laughing, and it seemed what Bucky said worked to diffuse a lot of the tension in the room.

“Is Brock okay?”

“He's well enough... would you like to see him...?”

“I, no—... I... he's not mad at me?”

“If I recall correctly, Brock is never the one who gets mad at you.”

“Only if he wants to...”

Schmidt gave a nod before him and Zola got up to leave. He paused before they did. “You're welcome to stay in the garden. Perhaps a rest would be best suited for all of you. For observational reasons, of course.”

Bucky huffed a laugh. They were all a little tired. “Sure...”

“I expect to see you in the morning, Sgt. Barnes.”

He gave a nod to Zola before they left. And then he remembered.

“Oh shit—can you check to make sure and see if Bob's okay!?”

There was a groan of a response from his boss, but it was otherwise a yes.

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When Wade woke up, there was... a lot of fuckin' fur around him.

He could smell coffee, and he—. He turned to see that fucker, one eyed leader of the X-Men, drinking a cup and looking at him funny.

Then he realized he had been sleeping in a pile of wolves. With a grumpy black one right next to him, still asleep. The Winter Soldier was still there, still pregnant as fuck, with a giant gold wolf curled around him. There's a reddish one he can guess is that wheelchair motherfucker's mate. And the white one... the white one's actually kinda pretty. He's got black on the inside of his fur, gives it kind of a moonish glow. There's another one, with black, greyish white, and speckles. He's kind of away from the others but Bucky's got a foot on him. Wade thinks he remembers that one from last night, showing up like a sad sack, whoever the fuck he is. He kinda looks like cookies and cream.

Thor's there too, but next to Cyclops, and he's been giving Wade that same funny look.

Wade yawned at the same time he answered.

“What are you two fuckers lookin' at?”

Scott finished a sip and held out his hand. “Go like this.”

He made a gesture so Wade would wiggle his hand in eye view. Wade rolled his eyes at first but followed through.

“What is this, some kind of silly X-Men gam—*Gasp*!”

His scars were... his scars were—.

He ran to the pond, clearly not giving a shit that he was naked, and sure enough, his whole body was like that. He even got his hair back. Dingy blonde that it was.

“What the shit is this!?!”

He tried to wash it off but it was clear the markings were staying. And he didn't notice the fact that the other wolves were stirring. There was a yawn he could recognize as the Alpha and then—.

“Wade?”

He looked over, stunned. Stared a minute and then realized he should probably check between his legs, and sure enough—.

He diddled a finger between the folds, not caring much for the audience he had.

“That's a new one...”

He heard a growl before he was faced with a very grumpy and pregnant mama bear—wolf???—putting a cover of something over him. That cookies and cream wolf had his ears down and looked scared and confused, the gold wolf looked confused and adorable, the black one confused and angry, the red one confused in that 'what the fuck???' sort of way, and the white one just plain confused in the more blank way.

What a day this had been.

.oOo.

“Wade.”

He stopped diddling his newfound anatomy and closed his legs. Bucky sighed. Brock was sitting next to him but he'd been so... meager the whole damn time.

“I'm sorry I bit you...”

Brock seemed surprised. “I—no... it's okay...”

Was it though?

“He's not likely to do anything that might set you off, or object to what you did. He's a Beta. They can stay cool-headed and calm people down which is pretty needed, but they lean in one of two directions. Charles is the kinda Beta to take charge in the absence of an Alpha, but also give advice when you need it. Your boy here looks like the kind that just wanna makes you happy.”

Wait, what?

“Brock? He's the furthest from level-headed I know.”

“Hey.”

Logan shrugged. Then they heard Deadpool snort. And then start giggling.

“He's basically your man servant now...”

There would have been an awkward silence if not for the giggling from Wade. Brock was the one who finally broke it, after nervously scratching the back of his head—with his hand because he wasn't in wolf form, unlike some people—Wade.

“Eh... not like much has changed, I guess.”

“Excuse me?”

Brock winced and the figurative ears went down. He was saved by Zola coming in.

“Sgt. Barnes. Now that everyone has eaten and been cared for, perhaps it is best for us to do the same for you and check up on the children.”

That immediately shifted Bucky's attention... He sighed but... this would be Steve's first time seeing them... He could feel his heart beating faster.

Moon Knight seemed the most affected by noticing the merc's skin go from patterned scars to scarred patterns. They meant something... Bucky could tell. Something... innate... in him, almost.

“Marc...”

“He has been marred by the Goddess. Cancer and... Lycanthropy are not exactly compatible, but he simply would have healed over time. This is something more.”

“Oh no. Not this shit. Go back to picking him for your stupid prophecies. I don't want anything to do with this! I already got some new anatomy to play with. I think I'll be perfectly happy with that. In fact, can I go back to having testicle skin, instead of looking like a beautiful frilly flower jizzed magic all over me?”

Bucky tried to hold in the snort as he was laying down on the table. Zola didn't seem to care much about the conversation. Though Schmidt was in the room, he seemed to stay quiet too.

“And you, fuckface in white who doesn't show his face. Batman copy who can admit he's insane, which kinda makes you 10 times better, but anyway. Where's your magical swirly 'moon goddess jizz' pattern if you're supposed to be her servant.”

He didn't respond to Wade with words. Just took off the hood and mask. The man under held a somber expression and the same patterns in place of what looked to have been a scar over his left eye. He was a man with dark hair, a silver shine in it, his face with fine features and his skin a medium tone, olive. His eyes though... they were the color of the moon.

“Well fuck, handsome, you been holdin' out on us. Fine then, where the fuck is his mark?”

“I don't have one.” Bucky almost said it with a bit of pride, but that was quickly stomped on.

“Yes, you do.”

He turned to Steve, stunned. And blushed without wanting to. His Omega had a smile on his face that was all too sweet. “What? No—.”

“Sgt. Barnes, you can't have not noticed this entire time.”

He turned to Zola. What the hell? He frowned. “Where?”

Steve helped him sit up before leaning him on one side, pausing before he pulled his pants down a little and—... there it was... right on the right cheek. Swirly and pretty and all. There was one circle that could be likened to the moon, 3 dots, two together towards the bottom right of the circle, one toward the top left of it. And swirls that came up on the sides like a damn pretty little picture.

Jesus Christ, this was embarrassing.

“Awe, he's got a my little pony cutie mark. Why couldn't I get one of those???”

“That appeared the moment we injected you with the serum that changed your anatomy. We assumed you would notice once you got home.”

“This set aside from the changed scars of your arm, Sgt. Barnes.”

“Wha—wait... what???”

“Those... kind of aren't the only spots...”

By the blush on Steve's face, Bucky knew exactly where he was talking about. As if he needed any more confirmation. He frowned.

“Alright, big guy, where's yours then? If I'm gonna squeeze a Goddess outta my cunt, you're obviously gonna be the one to put her in me.”

Steve blushed again but gave a faint and warm smile. “Right where you bit me... serum doesn't let me scar very well. Bond bite's there just fine, but in the middle... I think she found a different way...”

“The Goddess chooses scars to mar because they are a symbol of showing you are protected. Though, there are sometimes other ways... Wade is... His marring is different.”

“Well, what the fuck does it mean???”

“You're a walking prophecy.”

They turned to Erik but it was said neutrally, blankly even, like he was surprised himself. Thor gave a chuckle but he finished off the question written on the faces of those who didn't understand. “Rather than simply marring you, she has replaced your scars with the written tongue of the Lycans. You are literally a walking prophecy. You knew this, yes?”

“I was not sure. It seems... strange.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Why the fuck would she pick me to scribble on???”

They were all quiet a moment. Scott the one who spoke. “More space? You were completely scarred, head to toe. She gave you your hair back.”

“Fuck my life.”

“You are also Gamma...”

“Which frankly I don't get. Aren't they supposed to be more a the fill in the blank kind? Wade's a shit. Doesn't seem like he'd fit anywhere to me.”

“Listen, adamantium nail polish—.”

“I think it was precisely because he did not fit that he designated as Gamma. But at the same time, they have been known to be oracles for our kind in the past... this is... certainly a new form of it, though.”

“Great! Just great! And another thing. When I asked if I'd grow a vagina, I didn't think I'd actually grow one. Is this how grumpy junior got pregnant? And let me guess, it means I lose those powers if I let someone fuck me, right?”

Marc made a face of slight confusion. “Your... new anatomy means you are also a bearer. Having a child would actually be more likely to strengthen those abilities.”

“Perfect. Are we done? I wanna go home.”

“Wade...”

It was said softly by Steve, and oddly enough, that seemed to be what it took for the merc to calm down from all the distress he was letting out.

Zola had about set up the machine with Bucky, and Bucky sighed about everything that was happening but lifted his shirt up. He shivered at the cold gel.

“Would it kill ya to warm it up?”

Zola just raised a brow. Bucky rolled his eyes. It wasn't long before he saw them again, and he swore every time he was affected more and more... they were back in their bipedal forms and very, very much getting to be too cute not to be happy about...

He saw Steve in complete awe looking at the screen and gave a gentle squeeze from where they'd been holding hands. His mate gave a whine before snuggling into Bucky, but he took the tail wagging as a good sign.

Zola finished checking him over before they were cleared to go. Brock was staying but that wasn't surprising.

And he wrote up a new chit.

Bucky read over it a few times before staring at Zola. “I don't really see how that's possi—.”

Before he could finish, it was taken from him and Zola made sure to highlight and underline the words so it was very clear.

Him and Schmidt waved everyone off.

“What did you write on his chit?”

“No activity, whatsoever. He's caused enough trouble without the pregnancy, I care about our survival just as much as you do.”

“Hm.”

They were quiet as everyone was officially gone. Schmidt turned to walk away.

“You didn't tell him... his bite would have ensured that you...”

Schmidt paused.

“They have more chances in the futures I do not survive in... if it comes... it comes...”

He continued walking, mind off of the small scratch from a tooth that got through his gloves...

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.oOo.

“You do know he's tried to kill me, right?”

“That was one ti—.”

“3! 3 times!”

“Hey, those other 2 were accidents, pal. It's not my fault you were there when they happened.”

Howard stared. He seemed a little high strung. He looked at Bucky and then back at Steve.

“Why did you have to pick him of all people?? Where are my pills, I need to sit down.”

Steve had needed to go back to Avengers tower so that was where they went. The other wolves and X-Men went home, leaving Wade, Thor, Bucky, and Steve. Marc had said there was something he needed to do...

Bucky also gave back the rental suit. Wearing just the soft pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt they gave him at work. Hands gently placed on his belly in something of almost pride now that he had Steve back with him.

Steve gave a sigh, but stopped Howard from pouring alcohol to go with his medicine and gave him water instead.

Howard, despite himself, took them and sat down. Relaxing a bit.

They exchanged a few words that were quiet before Steve went back over to Bucky. Wade had already left to do god knows what. Thor skedaddled the moment he saw Natalia, making sure to avoid her line of view. Steve came back to him and led him back to his area of the tower.

And Bucky really can't wait to get alone with him because he's wet, and he knows it, and he's been aching for Steve since the moment they were separated. He wonders if his Omega can smell it on him...

Instead though, when they're both on the bed and Bucky kisses him, filled with the heat that's been held back this entire time, Steve—... stops him.

He gently pulls away but he's got this serious and somewhat worried look on him, and it makes Bucky falter.

“We need to talk.”

His heart drops. Anytime Bucky's heard that, its always from a girl he's head over heels for that ain't got the same feelings for him. And that's happened enough times for him to know where it leads. So he deflects.

“Talk later. Reunion sex now.”

The way Steve's face heats up and brightens with color lights a little flutter of hope in Bucky. Or it's one of the babies. One of the two or both, but it makes him smile either way.

Steve doesn't object so Bucky leans in for another kiss. Steve lets him a couple times but then starts tryin' to stop him again.

“Buck—.”

“Please... Stevie, please?”

Steve lets him get in a couple more kisses, and there's that low rumble of a growl he's familiar with and very happy to hear. The second he reaches his—.

“No! Buck, stop! This is serious. We—... we need to talk about this.”

Bucky knows it. He's a shit. But he doesn't wanna do this, not when he just got him back. He's selfish, he knows that, but he's hormonal and horny and he'd be a wreck without Steve... Maybe the Omega just needs a little bit of reminder sex to know why he's keepin' Bucky around. He pulls out all the stops he can. Rebecca always did say his puppy face was the devil's work cause no one could resist it.

“We can't... we can't have sex first...?”

And Steve, bless his stupidly saintly heart, falters for a bit. And curse his stubbornness because he doesn't cave when Bucky goes for his dick again.

“N-no!”

What the hell did he mean by that? Bucky frowned, Steve moved away.

“Talking is more important right now. I promise we'll have sex after we talk, but right now, that's not what we need to worry about—Bucky!!”

He's holding both of Bucky's hands now, and there's a moment his mind flashes back to the first time Steve pinned him down like that and he knows a little more slick has just dripped out of his cunt. He's so wet for his protectorate right now.

“Please...?”

Steve falters again, and Bucky takes advantage of it by bucking his hips up so his crotch is lined up with Steve's and they can feel each other, just like the first time. Only there's annoying fabric in the way this time and—instead of the response he wants, he gets a growl he hasn't heard from Steve before and it rings out.

“No!”

It's a firm command like when he's in Captain America mode. But there's anger behind it which Steve almost never has. They're both quiet for a moment and Steve still looks mad, even as he's let go of Bucky's hands and lets him sit up. He's never used that kinda tone with Bucky before, and all Bucky can do is stare at him blankly.

The look on his mate's face falters from the firmness it had a little bit ago, and he looks like he's about to say sorry.

Bucky feels himself heat up in two places. His cheeks. And his—.

.oOo.

Natasha heard a sharp whine through the building before she saw 1 Steve Rogers running straight for her. Intense flush on his face and tears in his eyes. And she doesn't have time to question it, or Thor, before Steve nearly knocks her over with his weight and is leaning on her for comfort.

She should have been disgusted with the erection he had, and holy shit, how the fuck did he wear the pants he did without that thing making itself known just by the size of it... BUT... he was also trembling and whimpering in the most pathetic possible way she could ever expect from him.

The entire thing was unsettling in every way possible.

And then she saw one James Buchanan Barnes peeking around the corner Steve had run out from, looking about ready to hiss at her.

She frowned.

The profound kind of frown she doesn't normally do because it gives a person the look of a unibrow and ages them faster.

She moved Steve behind her, giant as he was, somehow managing to look small.

“James.”

He seemed to snap from the trance and moved out from behind the corner, surprisingly timidly walking over, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater before crossing his arms as he stood there, and shifted his weight. He was blushing.

“If you... um... wouldn't mind... can I have my mate back?”

“What the hell did you do to him?”

His blush deepened and he coughed, but he didn't answer.

“You two have serious issues.”

She made them Steve sit down and had to have Thor physically hold Bucky because he kept trying to sit in Steve's lap, which had him whimpering everytime Bucky got too close. Steve was doing his best to cover himself up.

Thor seemed lightly amused.

“What happened?”

Bucky reached out from Thor's hold, a little bit like a child. “I just...want to suck his dick...”

Natasha raised a brow and looked at Steve.

“I don't have a problem with having sex with him, I just think we should talk first.”

“Why can't we talk after sex??”

Bucky had never seen Steve take charge like that, and it had made him horny in ways even he wouldn't believe. He sincerely wanted to make that gorgeous dick his lollipop.

“If there are matters to discuss, shouldn't they precede sexual activities?”

Bucky frowned, looking back at Thor. How dare he be the voice of reason.

“James. I know you well enough to know you'd only avoid talking if you didn't want to talk. Is there a reason for that.”

There was a long stretch of quiet that made Bucky think he wouldn't cry. But then he did. And he had to admit, he'd never seen Natalia caught off guard before, but it was kinda priceless, just like that frown she made.

Too bad he was too busy crying to enjoy it. And he doesn't know how he chokes out the words but he does.

“I... I just got him back—... I don't—I don't wanna be alone. Any time a girl's ever said she wants to talk, it's just been to break up with me!”

Steve looked alarmed by that. And he got up and walked to his mate before he realized it, wiping the tears that were falling down his face.

“No... no, no, no, no, Bucky... that's not why I wanted to talk... I—... there's just so much we haven't talked about that needs to be talked about. I'm not gonna leave you... I don't plan on leaving you ever again...”

Bucky hopped up, putting his legs around Steve's waist before he could do anything about it. Steve sighed, but held him up and held him close before nodding to Thor that this was okay and he could let go.

Now Bucky was the one giving soft whines. Spoiled brat.

Natasha sighed, but spoke. “Is there a compromise?”

Steve sighed but nodded, still holding his mate close.

“Buck...?”

Bucky adjusted himself and Steve tried not to let it affect him too much as he felt Bucky against himself. It's not like it had just gone away. Even if it was hidden now...

It took a moment for him to settle down.

“You're not gonna leave me...?”

“Promise...”

Bucky leaned his forehead on his protectorate's shoulder and took in his scent. He hadn't in so long... and he guessed talking wouldn't be so bad since that wasn't the case. One of the babies kicked him as if to call him a dumbass for the thought. He shoulda figured with Steve... and now he felt guilty.

“Ok...”

Steve brought a hand to his cheek that Bucky leaned into before he gave a soft smile.

“I can knot you at least once before we talk, Buck... that sound good to you, pretty?”

Bucky blushed, and gave a soft huff in reply before snuggling in. Steve took him to do just that.

There was an awkward silence before it was broken by a sleep growl from the merc that had put himself in a food coma. Natasha stared at Thor.

“How did Steve get back to the tower?”

“I've... absolutely no idea.”

He was looking over at Wade.

Steve was a terrible liar, but Thor? Let's just say he hung out with a certain God of Lies too much.

She frowned.

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Steve laid Bucky down gently on the bed once they got back to the room, looking down at his mate with a gentle smile.

“Can I suck your dick?”

Despite himself, he laughed. “I'd love to let you, but... maybe another time.”

“Well then, get a move on and fuck me big man.”

“None a that today. I don't plan on just fuckin' you after we been apart so long.”

It took a moment for Bucky to catch his meaning, but when he did, he gave a slow smile. “Make love to me Stevie~...”

Steve took a hand of his and pressed a kiss on his knuckle, and another on the inside of his wrist as Bucky placed the hand on his cheek.

“I'd be happy to...”

It was slower than Bucky would have wanted. Steve was taking his time with everything. Taking off clothes normally went hectic, but Steve was careful and deliberate. Every touch, gentle. A graze just barely tickling the hairs of Bucky's skin and both driving him nuts and burning him up.

Steve waited until the clothes were completely off before giving Bucky a kiss. Slow and sweet but no less heated. This wasn't a fight for dominance or the rushed passion they normally had. Steve was pactically wooing him and Bucky happily melting in his mate's arms. Steve pulled him up and into his lap, their lips never leaving each other. And Bucky could feel the hardened length he'd been missing for so long, too long, just against his thigh. Somehow... it wasn't seeming to be the most important part of that as Steve finally pulled back and he could see those beautiful blue eyes again...

Bucky faltered.

Steve gave another gentle smile and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Stop thinkin' right now... just relax, I'll take care a ya.”

He laid Bucky back down before testing him. More than testing him. Teasing him just on the outside by massaging his clit, his balls, and just slipping along those folds and making him more wet. He was hard as a rock, he knew that, even if he was having more and more trouble seeing it with the twins blocking his view. Steve brought his mouth to one of Bucky's oversensitive nipples and nearly scared him half to death with the way he was suckin' on it. He hadn't started lactating yet, but he could tell he would, and didn't really wanna deal with that right now. Steve stopped and Bucky would have sighed in relief if he didn't realize his mate was just moving to play with the other one. The only reason he didn't stop him was because it just felt way too damn good.

His hand moved, covered in slick to take hold of Bucky's cock and he wasn't ashamed to admit he let out a small whimper at the sensation. Bastard.

“Christ. Please, Stevie... please... M'ready... m'ready...”

Steve gazed down at him a moment, his free hand smoothing over Bucky's belly before he pressed a kiss to it. Then he leaned up and pressed another to Bucky's cheek, and another, more chaste, on his lips.

Bucky felt the tip line up before Steve slipped right in. They fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, but Steve, gentleman he was, still waited that moment for Bucky to adjust. It had been a little while, too long for Bucky, and he still very much had a huge cock.

Bucky gave a moan when Steve drew his hips back, slow and sweet drag. He slid back in, just as easy, and then took a steady pace with his thrusts. Gentle movements that just about hit every sweet spot in ways Bucky didn't know were possible.

Every touch was cautious, every kiss stole his breath and had him wanting more. And it mighta drove Bucky crazy to be treated like something precious under any other circumstance, but it was kinda... nice... to know Steve thought he was... worth that much...

He felt another soft kiss on his lips and light whine meant to soothe him.

“Please don't cry... I got you...”

Bucky hadn't even realized the fact as Steve wiped away a tear with his thumb. He pulled his mate in closer, clinging tighter. Steve kept rhythm and Bucky wasn't sure if he'd ever been this wet before, or if Steve's dick somehow got bigger or he'd been without it that long because this was just... too good.

All pleasure and overwhelming sensation, not the slightest ounce of roughness or pain. He didn't know how with how his mate was already going, but Steve somehow managed to get deeper. Placing a hand under Bucky's back at his tailbone so he'd lift his hips.

Bucky didn't know how much longer he lasted like that before he felt the wave of an orgasm wash over him. But he did know that Steve gave damn good kisses and gladly accepted when his mate leaned down for another. His hips didn't even stutter, and Bucky couldn't help himself as he was losing breath, and his gasps grew more profound. And as soon as the line of his neck was exposed, Steve didn't hesitate.

Bucky kind of wondered what wine and fine dining would be like with this guy, and he felt himself heating up more at the thought. This was absolutely ridiculous.

Bucky gave a whine when he felt the loss of fullness in him so suddenly. He'd been so close. So close, and way too easily getting there. Steve gave him another kiss and played with his clit to distract or calm him down. Both? Fuck, he could barely tell anymore, and it was slow enough to keep him on edge and tease him but Bucky didn't wanna fight it. By the time his mate was slipping back in, he'd managed to move Bucky on all fours before pulling him back into his lap.

And Bucky might have been embarrassed from cumming the moment he did slip back in if he weren't so busy being happy from the high of it and being so full again.

He kept going, and god, this angle... Bucky had been sure Steve couldn't get any deeper, but either his cock defied the laws of physics or—nope, that was probably it. Whatever it was, Bucky would take it, because it felt too damn good to pass up on.

He leaned back to give his mate a kiss on the jaw for doing such a good job, and Steve didn't hesitate to steal another one from his lips. Steve's hands had moved to hold him close and cup his belly in the front.

Stevie very much liked seein' him fill out with their pups, Bucky could tell. He hadn't been able to keep his paws off the bump from the moment Bucky started showin'. Before Bucky even knew they were in there. Little shits.

In a way... he guessed he knew what him and Steve needed to talk about, among other things.

He placed his hands over Steve's and leaned back for another kiss. He had no idea sex could even be like this but he really hoped there would be other moments they could have like this...

It was so easy to get lost in it, lose track of time. Steve had gently pushed him forward, back on all fours and draped over Bucky's back, and made love to him straight into his next orgasm. He could feel the small node forming at the base of his Omega's cock. Bucky had no idea how much time was passing but he hardly cared with everythin' his mate was givin' him. Steve pulled him back into his lap, and before Bucky knew it, he was dirtying the sheets again, and his inner walls were clenching around that giant knot as it kept him nice and full, and didn't let a drop slip.

They were both breathing hard, and Steve had been gnawing on his bite mark in a playful way, drawing out sensations Bucky didn't even know he could have. This whole day had been a whole lot of new for him, and he was A-okay with that.

Steve gave him another soft kiss behind the ear and on top of his head as they were both resting.

“Ha... shit... you've been gentle with me the last few times, but... if I'da known what a big softie you were and that'd it'd feel like that? Jesus Stevie... you gotta romance me more often...”

He felt the smile against his neck and the happiness through the bond.

“You promised to talk... and you were right, we've been apart too long... even it was just a week—.”

“2 weeks.”

Steve gave a soft laugh. “2 weeks... had to make it worth your while, right?”

“Oh, you did your job. You're an overachiever, if the fact that I got 2 pups instead a 1 in me says anything about that. What about you...?”

“Well, I got to finally do what I wanted... so.”

“You're a damn, punk, you know that?”

“Yeah, well you're a jerk.”

Bucky smiled back at him before they shared one more small kiss.

One of the baby's kicked and they both felt that.

“Promise is a promise, right? I guess we... kinda do have a lot to talk about...”

“Only kinda?”

“Hey, you're the one who knocked me up, pal.”

“Yeah, and now I'm the one who's made love to you...” There was a smile in his words, but it faded... “Have you... have you really been okay...with everything that's happened?”

“Wouldn't be here if I wasn't... you're the good guy here, the hero... I'm just a selfish brat that got pretty damn lucky.”

“You're not—.”

At the look and raised brow Bucky gave him...

“That selfish...”

“Steve. You've been spoiling me rotten. Natalia read me like an open book and you still gave me what I wanted.”

“I like it when you're happy, maybe I'm just spoiling myself.”

Bucky couldn't help the undignified snort he gave, or the laughter that followed. Steve was damn adorable. And Bucky... he wouldn't have it any other way.

Steve moved them so they were still sitting down, but resting more and could stretch out their legs. Bucky shuddered at the jostling of the knot. It moved too much and it hurt, but it moved just right and... jeez...

They were both quiet a longer moment than Bucky would expect. When it started ranging into awkward, Bucky finally broke it.

“Aren't we supposed to be talking...?”

“I don't... even know where to start... to be honest.”

“You're always honest...”

How bout the beginning?

“Back when you first mated me... you disappeared a month...”

“I got scared. I knew it wasn't something you signed on for. Not exactly. I knew what could happen. I was waiting for something... anger... hatred, through the bond. I kept expectin' you to hate me for what was happening... but you never did.”

“Nothin' for me to hate. You did get angry once you came back.”

“I got angry cause... I didn't just leave you alone. I kept checkin' on you, but I didn't have the balls to actually talk to you, and I'll be the first to admit that—.”

“Your balls are pretty nice to me, work well enough too.”

“Bucky...”

Steve despite himself, laughed a bit.

“What made you actually...?”

“I... smelled another male on you and it... pissed me off. I thought you just didn't care or moved on, but wolves... we... mate for life. But then you—.”

“I got pretty desperate without your cock.”

“Like you did now?”

“Yup.”

“Jesus, Buck. You don't even have enough shame to deny it.”

“What's this thing you call shame?”

This time Steve was the one who snorted, but his laugh faded a bit quicker. He was cupping Bucky's belly again, and without a doubt, he could feel the two pups kicking inside. Bucky's hands moved to overlap with Steve's, but were more on the front of his belly so he could feel them just as well, if not a bit better. He moved one hand over Steve's gently pulling it over.

“Baby 2's a little more active than baby 1...”

“You can tell the difference?”

“Yeah... she's a lot more gentle. But the little boy... he's gonna be a troublemaker... I guess I should take this a little more seriously, huh...”

“Perfect the way you are Buck...”

“Yeah, and what do you know about me, Rogers? We haven't done much passed sex, I got a one track mind that got me into this mess in the first place.”

“I would think it was... I lost control of my instincts then... I... you were in heat and I just... I didn't think that could happen.”

“They told me there hadn't been any Alphas for a long time...”

“There hadn't but... it's still no excuse for—.”

“Stevie. You don't need any excuses... I like it when you lose control, I just didn't know it then... tell me what you know about me?”

Steve was quiet a moment.

“You're beautiful...”

Bucky huffed. “Now I know you're just gonna tell me what I wanna hear.”

“No, I mean it, Buck. Whenever I think of you and everything you are... you're beautiful, inside and out. From the way you look to the little things you do... You're probably the most dickish hard-ass I've ever met, you got a mouth on you that could cut a person to pieces, but you're also gentle enough to put a em' back together and make em' think that their shit doesn't stink. You got a job, you get it done. When you think about somethin', you crinkle up your nose and nibble on your bottom lip and it's just... the cutest thing I've ever seen. The way you smile and laugh... every time I see you do it, it's like the world around me stops, and all I see is you... You act like you don't care about anything but you nitpick like nobody I've ever seen, and I guess that could be blamed on the nesting but by how well managed and clean you keep everything... I'm guessin' that's not the case. You have an outlook on life I've never seen a person have and...”

He paused when he heard Bucky sniffle.

“You're sensitive... in ways people wouldn't expect. Especially now, but... that time I saw you stick your tongue out at that crying kid in the store, I... well, I realized you were also pretty childish for one but... she stopped crying... it was like you knew exactly what to do, and you managed to make her calm down without even going near her. And her mom looked at me, thinkin' I musta did something when her daughter was smiling again, she gave me a nod but... Bucky, you may not be what anyone expects. But that's because you're you. You just be and do what comes naturally without a damn about what anyone else thinks about you, and your heart's in the right place... it goes to the people you love and care about without a second thought... and that's what matters... Bucky you are so much better than you think you are...”

Bucky was really crying now, he knew that. Steve was... Steve was... if there were ever a fucker that knew every little thing he needed to say...

“Jesus Christ, Steve... you been spyin' on me or somethin' when I'm—... *sniff*, when I'm not lookin' or somethin'...?”

“I'da been caught if I were... you know that Buck, you haven't lost your touch. Not even close... I've always just been... really observant. Though, if I'm fair... it didn't start from when I bit you... you kept me on my toes from the first moment we met... on the battlefield. I knew if I wanted to keep up with you...”

Bucky gave out a choked cry. “You're so full a shit, Rogers... you were always better than me on the field...”

“I just have better help...”

Yeah... that was exactly it. Bucky huffed a laugh but didn't stop crying. He managed a breath to calm it down though. By now, the knot had gone down and Steve pulled out. Bucky managed to turn around and look directly at him and got the tears wiped away and held close for it.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel like a shitty partner... here I thought we were both too... distracted to learn a single thing about each other, but you... already... know everything...” He drifted... Steve already knew him better than he knew himself, like he'd been an open book laid out bare for him to read. “All I've been doing is...”

“No, Bucky... I don't know everything... If I did, I'd... you'd always look so... alone... and at first, I wanted to know why... but then, that started to matter less than wanting to make you not feel that way... I look at you, and I just want to make you happy... you're my Alpha, but this is so much more than instinct...”

“Sounds like you're in love with me...”

“I am in love with you...”

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise at the words. Even Steve seemed surprised by what he'd just said. Bucky felt his heart clench up at the fact. There were feelings bubbling up that he wasn't familiar with. Some part of him was overwhelmingly happy to hear that from Steve, but another part felt guilty. And he could feel the slight panic thrumming through the bond as he was trembling in Steve's arms.

“I-I'm sorry—... I hope that's okay—.”

“It's okay... it's okay, I just... I don't know how—... how I feel... about you... I haven't been anywhere near as diligent as you... hardly know a lick about you... I'm sorry...”

Steve was quiet for a long moment, but still gentle with Bucky as he settled down.

“I think you know more than you think, Buck...”

Bucky looked up at him from where he was snuggled into his chest. Steve gave a smile.

“Remember how you described that ice cream? When I asked you what it was like?”

Bucky thought back...

“Nothin' like it looks.”

“How so?”

“Well, it looks like it'd be overstuffed and oversweet. The sugary sappy stuff that'd make you vomit and give you cavities and diabetes, right? Cause it's just... too much, and you wonder why everyone loves it so much... well... turns out he's a lot softer than that. He's sweet for sure, but he's gentle too. In ways most people wouldn't know, wouldn't care to know, because all they see is the costume or the icon... but he's so much more than that... Doesn't miss a step and he's about the best guy I know...”

Bucky felt his face heat up remembering those words. Did he really say all of that?

“I don't think you realized halfway through you stopped talkin' about the ice cream... but I think you pay more attention than you give yourself credit for...”

Bucky groaned, hiding his face in Steve's chest again.

“I take it back, I know how I feel. I hate you...”

Steve started laughing, and Bucky knew his blush just got deeper. Eventually, they were sitting in calm quiet, just like normal. Enjoying each other's comfort because words weren't necessary in that moment. There was more to talk about... but neither felt the need for it right now...

“Steve...?”

“Yeah, Buck?”

“... I don't hate you...”

Steve didn't say anything, but gave him a soft smile and a small kiss.

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Bucky woke up to slight shuffling on the bed. Though he was hardly fully awake. They'd spent the rest of the day and night caught between talking and... Steve really was quite the lover to have... It was still dark, but Steve was doing something.

Bucky stirred, just barely. He didn't know how Steve had any energy to move after everything they'd done. Even if it wasn't rough. Steve seemed to notice, leaning over and planting a kiss on his forehead. His voice was light, something that'd leave Bucky with the message but let him fall back asleep easy.

“Stay sleeping, Buck... still early, I'm just headed out for a run.”

“Mmm...”

That was about all he could manage. He was pregnant with twins after all.

Steve gave them a kiss too before leaving. Bucky fell back asleep. He didn't know how long it was until he woke up. But it was light out now. Steve still wasn't back, but he was a little hungry. When his stomach growled the way it did—.

Make that a lot hungry.

He managed to get himself out of bed, take a lazy shower, and brush his teeth before heading out there. He smelled coffee... and pancakes. And when he got there—.

Howard was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. Bucky figured, it was his tower and Steve was his friend, so he did opt to fund most of the Avengers activities. Steve did tell him to play nice...

On the other hand, it was Wade who making the pancakes. And there were multiple plates with stacks piled high of the damn things.

What the fuck?

He didn't realize he said it out loud until Howard had looked over at him and Wade called over to him.

“Mama bear!”

“What the hell is all this?”

“Pancakes.”

“I meant what's it for?”

Wade gave a sideglance looking at all his work and then back at Bucky.

“Oh-u-ah—I'm normally not allowed anywhere near the kitchen.”

Bucky looked over at Howard.

“I wasn't going to stop him.”

“Yeah, you weren't. Your baby daddy taught me how to make pancakes. I've been practicing.”

“And believe it or not, the team will eat most if not all of this. They're out exercising or running drills, whatever it is Steve has them doing today.”

“Except me. Because I hid.”

Bucky gave a confused look and tilted his head.

“Steve actually, honest to god, likes him. And no one actually understands why. I think he leaves him behind because half the time, the rest of the team doesn't hold back when it comes to Wade, because he can't die. Apart from that, I think he just wanted someone to be left to watch you.”

“Well don't just stand there America's baby mama, help yourself! Oh no—, you sit down sweetums, I'll serve you nice and good. What kinda fruit you like? You'd never believe the fruit preserves Janet makes—.”

“You're not supposed to touch those.”

Wade blew a raspberry at Howard as Bucky sat down. “No one's gonna notice.”

“Jan will notice.”

“Fine! I'll use the fresh ones and sugar em'. She can't hog those!”

“Um... plums?”

“Dammit! That would have been the best one! She spices those.”

“She will literally kill you.”

“You know what? I have a better idea.”

Wade took to cooking as Bucky waited, sitting across from Howard. It was... awkward, to say the least. Bucky stared quietly, or tried not to, for a good while trying to find the right words to say—.

“Steve told me you're pregnant.”

He looked up in surprise, not knowing when exactly his eyes had drifted to the empty plate Wade set in front of him.

“I... um... yeah...”

Howard looked up. He had a pretty passive expression.

“I'm sorry I tried to kill you.”

That came out easier than he thought.

“Is that why there's such an awkward tension between you two? I've been there before!”

Howard gave a sigh, rubbing his forehead as if to nurse a possible headache, maybe from Wade.

“It's... fine. To be fair I was kind of a dick back then.”

“I'm sorry about the other times too...”

Howard was quiet a moment, but then raised a brow.

“Did Steve tell you to play nice?”

When Bucky blushed, he actually started laughing.

“Jesus, you're just as puppy like as him. I'll admit I wasn't in the best mood, and Steve bringing you home caught me a little off guard. But, well... Steve's a good friend, and I trust him... also, I've accepted worse from him.”

He was looking over at Wade now.

“So much worse.”

“Did you say something, sugar daddy?”

Bucky barely heard Howard whisper it a second time and almost started laughing. Howard sighed before taking another sip of his coffee.

“This all set apart from the fact that Natasha tried to kill me too.”

“Natalia? Does she go by Natasha now? She told me she would never use that pointless pet name. I'm pretty sure that's a prerequisite to being her friend.”

Howard gave another laugh. Bucky was quiet another moment.

“You... knew?”

“That Steve was a wolf? Yes. I might have been the only person who knew, or... not the only person. It's in his files, but those aren't exactly public. He didn't exactly... tell us, either. He never thought he would be able to turn... but I think it's maybe a better story told from him.”

“I'll... remember to ask him.”

Wade about finished up by then, coming over with fresh... cinnamon? pancakes, and how in the fuck did Bucky not notice him wearing that frilly as shit apron before??? and some cubed and sugared plums as well as a bowl of whipped cream. How the fuck was he even holding all of this???

He plopped 3, then another, and another, and was about to put another until Bucky told him to stop. Then decided to lift the first 4 with a fork and started layering them with the cut plums and the juice from them. Before finally plopping some whipped cream on top. Then more, and more, until Bucky once again told to stop. And Bucky wasn't going to lie, it all smelled... really good, but it was a little overwhelming.

Wade stared for a long while at the man sitting across from Bucky. He seemed like he was about to repeat a similar process with Howard before the man spoke up.

“I'll serve myself, thanks.”

“Plain with maple syrup and butter, right? You're no fun.”

“Yup.”

And he does. Bucky stares at his own mound of pancakes a moment, but as Wade is looking at him expectantly, he starts to dig in.

And holy fuck are they good, he could get lost in the damn things like nobody's business—.

“Are they good?”

Wade's lookin' at him with fuckin' sparkles in his eyes now, and Bucky's a little confused, so his only response is another blush and another bite.

“They're good, Wade. Stop hassling him.”

“Are they?”

Bucky's blush got deeper as he gave a timid nod. Wade was leaning on the table now, staring at him and now wagging his tail and exuding happy scents.

Bucky hadn't realized he was just wearing bri—op, nope! those were DEFINITELY some frilly as fuck panties under the apron. He had his mask on too and—well, there's not really a point in questioning Deadpool.

“Of course they're good, Wade. You use Steve's recipe to make them. Smells like a damn pancake house in here. How many did you make?”

“Oh. Who let you out of your cage?”

“Good morning, Al.”

“Good mornin' Howard. I heard we got a new house guest.”

“Steve brought home a grumpy kitten.”

The snort Howard gave at Wade's comment was one that made him check for coffee out of his nose.

“I thought he knocked someone up.”

“That too. He made a baby mama out of the Winter Soldier. But you're blind. So you obviously can't see that.”

“Weren't they enemies?”

“I know, right? Puts a whole new meaning on make love, not war~.”

“Well, nice to meet you, whoever you are. I'm Al, short for Althea.”

“She was my housemate before I became an Avenger. She's blind. She's very blind. Like she can't see, at all.”

“I know what blind means...”

“I actually used to be one of the showgirls for Steve during his USO tours. I'm not exactly sure what he saw in this asshole.”

“I'm not sure what he saw in me either, but maybe it was the salty old lady smell that followed me around.”

“Fuck you, Wade.”

“Or my fangirling skills.”

“Steve likes seeing the good in people... even when no one will.”

When Bucky looked up, Howard gave a small half smile. Wasn't that the truth. Wade went back to making pancakes. He started making chocolate ones with the rest of the batter. Al had some of those with fresh raspberries, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and—... Irish cream poured over them. Wasn't that a way to start the day.

“You know, Captain America wouldn't—.”

“Captain America wouldn't what?”

“Was it perhaps the wisest choice to leave him here alone?”

“Big buff and blonds!”

Wade climbed over Steve like a squirrel before moving onto Thor. Thor held him at arm's length. By then the rest of the team was getting back.

Steve looked around at the stacks and stacks and stacks of pancakes. Well, it kinda worked out. Between 3 supersoldiers, 2 regular soldiers, 1 Asgardian, 1 mutant, and 2 humans and 3 of the listed being wolves, one of them eating for 3... they could probably polish this off. He turned to the stunned faces of his tired team mates.

“Who's hungry?”

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Getting along with the Avengers proved to be a lot easier than Bucky expected. Despite the history, they all just seemed to... accept him.

Jan even brought out her fruit preserves for the pancakes once the cinnamon ones were gone, offering Bucky some of the spiced plum preserves to go along with the regular pancakes. Only offering Wade some once he practically, no, literally begged. With the pathetic puppy whines and everything.

And as it turned out, those stacks of pancakes couldn't hold out against a voracious team of super people. Wade ate himself into a food coma and Bucky surprised himself with how many he had been able to eat. And when Steve and him reached for the last one at the same time, Steve just gave him that same warm smile and happily gave it to him... Only... Bucky was sure he'd eaten more than him and had blushed at the fact, offering it back. To which Steve's reply was to take the plate back and personally feed it to Bucky, which was very very difficult to deny.

“You two are disgustingly cute.”

“Oh, they are so adorable, aren't they?”

Steve didn't even seem phased but Bucky had felt himself heat up, knowing he went beat red at Natalia and Jan's comments.

Jan seemed most interested in his pregnancy (apart from maybe Steve, considering they were his pups), but even Natalia showed a gentle form of intrigue at the fact. She was protective of him, which was surprising, but he'd always been fond of the little spider...

They spoke a lot of private conversations, small ones, in Russian, but he was surprised to find that Steve understood him.

“It's not polished but I can get the gist of it.”

His mate really was adorable.

Bucky was also surprised at their tolerance for his nesting. Of course, his penchant for mothering and corralling Wade probably helped.

Thor was... way too comforting for his own good, and even seemed more okay with dealing with Wade when it came to the wolfish tendencies. 3 times Bucky had ended up waking up snuggled by the Asgardian with 2 other wolfs. And Thor always just seemed to pet them and smile, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Apparently, it was something Steve did literally all the time before Bucky got there.

He had 3 doctors now. One who knew his serum in and out, one who knew his species, and now 2 more interested in the arm and tech that went into it. And admittedly, the visits to Zola were less stressful, and the visits to the X-Men were kinda nice.

Before he knew it, a month had gone by and the twins got even bigger. He could even feel his hips loosening up but he found he wasn't minding it so much.

He had family, but he hadn't actually had a family in a long time... and he hadn't even realized that...

And of course, Steve's dick helped. Steve's dick always helped.

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“I was adopted. Spent most of my childhood in Ireland.”

“Fun?”

“In a way... they lived in the countryside, away from people, very superstitious.”

“They knew?”

“... Yeah... they did. We moved to Brooklyn in December of 1902.”

“And here I thought I was old. When were you born?”

“1893. July 4^th...”

Bucky lifted a brow and smirked.

“I guarantee that wasn't intentional.”

“You sure about that, Stevie? Maybe they saw the future... what do you know about your biological parents?”

“That my ma wanted to keep me... couldn't. Her name was Sarah...”

There was a soft look in Steve's eyes that told Bucky there was more he wasn't sayng, but Bucky didn't wanna push.

“You don't have to tell me if you're not ready, Steve...”

Steve looked over, slightly surprised. “Sorry... it's just...”

“A lot? It's okay, I get it... I grew up in Siberia, where the Winters could freeze your nuts off if you weren't careful. And I actually mean that, I met a guy who literally got his nuts frozen off.”

“Jesus.”

Steve gave a laugh and Bucky responded with his own soft snort.

“Yeah... we had a big family. Took care of each other. Mum was... she was tough. Sometimes things were hard, but she always just... pushed through it...”

Bucky had hardly realized there were things he wasn't ready to talk about yet, either. Even if he wanted to tell Steve everything he could. And before he knew it, his mate had sat up and was wiping the tear from his face.

“It's okay, Buck...”

“Leave it to you to return the favor. I joined back then because I just... wanted it to not be tough. Dad was always as good as he coulda been. He was an Englishman, which would explain the last name if you were curious. In and outta military... I don't think I ever saw him madder than the day I joined up with Hydra.”

“You were young then... right?”

“Yeah. Hydra had it's early roots more on the down low in 1933. I joined about a year in... They had money, but it wasn't really anything special until they caught Hitler's eye. Schmidt knew from the get go, it was a bad choice, but it was also pretty much the only option he was given at the time. He made sure to limit everything Hitler had access to though. Seeing you get involved though? I swore, sometimes he did shit to piss you off just so he could see what you were capable of. Also because he knew you were kinda messing up everything Hitler wanted.”

Steve gave something of a soft smile, looking at Bucky.

“So you were born in 1919... Why didn't you tell me when your birthday passed?”

“Is that all you got from that? Frankly, you have enough birthdays, you stop needin' the reminder. 70-fucking-2.”

“That's not a bad age, still young for a wolf. I kinda figured he was using me as a pawn sometimes, I just got tired of all the games...”

Bucky gave a smile.

“When I put my first paycheck down on the table... I saw my mum cry... something she rarely did... and I felt good about it because I knew she was relieved and they weren't cause she was upset, maybe worried but... they were all that mattered to me at the time...”

“I can see why nature chose to make you an Alpha...”

“Why's that?”

Steve gave a smile but he didn't answer.

“Don't you have an appointment to get to?”

“Don't you have a briefing to get to?”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

They shared a kiss before Steve headed out. They were taking Wade with them, so the Tower would be pretty empty for a while. Just Bucky, Howard, and Althea. And if this mission turned out to be what Bucky thought it was, even longer after the briefing.

He sighed but went to go see Howard.

.oOo.

“Hydra rented you out to the Soviets for a time?”

“Yeah, Schmidt did a whole lot of that sugar daddy nonsense in which he made himself a sugar baby. I swear, sometimes I felt like he was pimpin' us out. Zola got pretty mad about the arm though, even if they gave me a new one. The tech guy that used to manage it died in 78'. Zola does decent work but he's more interested in biochemistry.”

“Well, I guess it's good you have us now, huh?”

“I guess Steve was a pretty lucky break for me, wasn't he?”

Howard gave a huff. “He's been a lucky break for all of us. I don't think he realizes just how good he is.”

“He's the reason you changed direction for SI, isn't he...”

“Yup. He's the reason I'm a decent person at all... We found Steve 20 years after Hydra disappeared and he put that plane in the water... No one thought he'd wake up. He saw the path I was on, and... well, you've seen his puppy face, right?”

“Have I ever.”

“Yeah.”

“So now the focus is less on weapons, and more on generally advancing technology. You've pushed society forward a lot faster than it's been willing to go, I think.”

“The hope is leaning toward energy more and more. Steve saved my marriage, and my wife, the least I can do is be less of a dick, and a good friend.”

Bucky looked around the room

“Pretty sure you got that covered.”

Howard smirked but then a long stretch of quiet passed as he worked. A couple mumbles here and there, a tiny spark that startled Bucky, but then he felt the platelets moving to adjust again, and to be honest, it felt a little more fluid.

“Tony's gonna absolutely love this...”

“Who's Tony?”

“Oh, sorry. My son. He's coming home for a bit. He's been studying abroad.”

“He tell you which one?”

Howard gave a half amused deadpan and Bucky started snickering.

“I can see why Steve likes you.”

“Logan said the same thing...”

“He would. How is that old bastard by the way?”

“Grumpy. Apparently, he's grumpy senior, according to Wade, and I honestly had no idea, but I see it.”

This time Howard was the one who laughed. He finished up the arm and Bucky went to rest. Al was sitting on the couch listening to one of those old radio shows, so he sat next to her.

The babies started kicking up a storm once he finally did. He put a hand at the bottom of his belly when they did. They were growing too big and too fast, and he knew they'd given him stretch marks he'd have to get around to looking at but he hadn't taken the time to. Which was something, because Jan bought him some pretty nice stuff to manage his skin during the pregnancy. Steve didn't seem to mind though, in fact he kept tracing little designs where they were as if he was happy they were there...

Bucky gave a sigh.

“Tough day?”

“No... just...”

He took her hand and brought it to where they were kicking so she could feel. He really surprised himself with how okay he was with people touching his belly. But... he kinda liked the feeling, knowing his kiddos were already so well loved.

Al gave a huff.

“They must know daddy's not around.”

“I think they just like it when I give them attention.”

He leaned against her. Al was one of those people that was just nice to have around. Even if she was a crabby old lady. Though he was pretty sure the Avengers loved her all the more because she was someone who could put up with Wade's shit pretty well.

Bucky eventually fell asleep against her. And they dozed like two old people would. Even woke up at around the same time before going their separate ways. Overall, the day was pretty boring, so Bucky figured he might as well take a look at those stretch marks and use the belly butter and oil Jan bought him.

Only when he was looking in the mirror and staring at them, he realized Steve hadn't just been tracing random designs on his skin, he'd been tracing over the designs already in his skin. More Goddess marring. Great.

Pretty symbols, 2 circles under his belly button, a bigger one then a smaller one, couple dots and swirls, more on the outside of his belly up the sides. Swirls toward the top and circles toward the bottom, dots scattered in. Steve said the mark on his ass, right where he'd been injected, and the ones on his arm weren't the only ones. He sighed, rubbing in the oil and butter anyway. And they did make his skin feel nice and soft at least, and at the very least, they were probably the prettiest stretch marks a person could have. Go figure.

But now he had to check something else. He put his sweater back on but he wasn't wearing pants and didn't feel like putting them back on.

He peeked out of his room.

Howard was in the lab and Al couldn't see anyway.

.oOo.

Natasha's first question was what the hell was James doing in her room. Her second question was what the fuck was he doing. Period.

He was pantsless, for one, and—.

“Are you wearing woman's underwear?”

Pale pink panties, the good and soft kind with a nice little bow, that covered all of your butt and had a bit of a high rise, that cradled his baby bump.

“E-uhh!”

He startled and stopped what he was doing, hiding what he had been using behind his back. And then there was the awkward silence while Natasha was processing his actions.

“They're... comfortable.”

She smirked and snorted.

“They don't make maternity underwear for men.”

He was blushing beet red now, and it was kind of cute. If she recalled anything about the way he was positioned and what he was using... her compact. That's what it was. Was he... well, that much she understood.

“Why were you looking at your vagina?”

His blush got even deeper and she raised a brow.

“It's not that big a deal, I do the same sometimes. Same mirror too. Girl's gotta check but—.”

Bucky flipping out and dropping the compact, thankfully on carpet, she did not expect. She walked over and picked it up.

“... I never expected you to be particularly squeamish about my vagina, James. Especially because you've been in it and you have one now.”

His face turned to one of distraught, uncertainty, and worry.

“I-I'm sorry.”

“No, I get it. You're with Steve now. You probably like dick more than I do.”

That got him blushing again. Too easy.

“I might of slept with him if he hadn't been so damn shy about it. I'm actually surprised—.”

That got her a growl from Bucky. She raised a brow again but continued.

“—He managed to get you pregnant. But he did mention that he knots? I'm assuming that poses a problem for him, but you're clearly able to take it.”

She made sure the compact was okay.

“Howard was looking for you. So was Steve.”

He looked like a lost puppy now. She stared at him for a moment, then frowned.

“Put on some damn pants.”

.oOo.

After Natalia got him some pants, Bucky went down to the lab and quickly found Howard. He was... not the slightest bit nervous or uncomfortable from the previous situation.

“Hey, hi, um... you needed me?”

Howard looked up at him with a brow raised.

“Uhh... yeah. Did something happen—.”

“Nope! I'm great. Just... great.”

Howard snorted.

“Natasha caught you doing something, didn't she.”

Bucky flushed.

“She has a way of making people a certain type of uncomfortable. But thanks for coming by. I um... need a favor.”

Bucky was quiet a moment. “What kinda favor?”

“I have a board meeting in a little over a week that causes a conflict of schedule, and unfortunately for me, it's mandatory. Normally, I'd just ask Steve or Hank if something like this came up but with their upcoming mission, they won't be available for that either. Maria is still in Italy visiting family. And while I'm sure Tony could find his own way home, the fact remains that he is still a minor, even if he will have a friend with him. Seeing as I can't send Al... that... leaves you. Hi... Steve? Um, anyway, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I can just send out someone hired if it really comes down to it, I just figured since Tony will be spending time in the tower—.”

“I thought you said he was studying abroad.”

Howard gave a quick glance and a nod.

“College?”

Howard gave another nod and he looked a bit proud and smug at the same time. Wasn't really that far a stretch to think his kid'd be a genius, was it?

“Ah. No, it's fine. I'll do it. Easy enough, right?”

Bucky was staring down at the hands that had come around and were caressing his belly. Sneaky bastard. Though Steve's scent was always something nice. He still hadn't said a word, just holding Bucky close and nuzzling in.

“Great! Tony can be a bit skeptical—.”

“I'll take Al with me. He knows her, right?”

Howard tilted his head and furrowed his brow in a slightly amused look.

“Yeah?”

“Perfect. Then we're solid.”

He took Steve's hand and led him out. They had some fucking to get to in his apparently Goddess marred vagina.

.oOo.

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.oOo.

“Stevie!”

Bucky couldn't keep up. His mate was being rougher than normal and every thrust from those hips was driving him wild. All he could manage was a mantra of his name.

He was close. So close. And he could feel the knot growin' and—.

.oOo.

Bucky woke up and it took him a moment to register his surroundings.

He gave a groan.

That's right... Stevie was away on that mission with the rest of the team. And he was havin' fuckin' wet dreams again... He didn't want to have to get up either but today was the day.

The day he picked up Howard's boy that was. Good god, he wasn't ready to have his own kids just yet. Even if he did already look full term, at least for a 1 baby pregnancy.

He was 8 months. Officially. Almost 35 weeks and 9 moon cycles, but not quite. And he still had a ways to go.

He gave a yawn before pushing himself to get out of bed. He really was waddling now, but maybe not as heavily as he'd seen some women. He was sure that would get worse. He took care of the morning wood, managed to take a piss, which he officially had to sit down for, cleaned himself up and got dressed. Something comfortable. Sweaters and soft leggings had about become his go to maternity clothes, but in his defense, they didn't really make anything nice oriented toward men for pregnancy, which in all honesty, made sense. Not the biggest market for this kinda thing. Still, would be nice.

The pups were still about as sweet and rascal like as ever. He could see their tiny little paws on his skin now, sometimes. Definitely weird, but... kinda nice too.

He walked out. Howard had left a note and some keys, along with breakfast. How nice. Al was already sitting at the table, having eaten hers, ready to go.

The note told him the flight, time, everything he needed. Bucky read over it a few times before pocketing it. It was snowing today as he could see through the window, which meant maybe a jacket would be a good idea. His hair though, he put up. He wasn't really feeling a scarf today, he kinda liked the cold sometimes.

“You ready to go?”

“Are you? Took your sweet time gettin' outta bed today.”

“Well, I've got two little munchkins in progress to blame. Let's go.”

.oOo.

Bucky was actually surprised by the car Howard left for him to drive. He had some pretty nice vintage ones.

He was not, however, surprised by the traffic. He certainly hadn't missed driving. At least not on a regular road with a bunch of idiots. Especially the ones that DON'T USE THEIR FUCKING BLINKERS!!

He's got 2 babies on board and none a these assholes seem to care. He was very visibly pregnant at this point. No he doesn't need anyone rubbernecking. No he doesn't need some asshole lookin' for a fight. He just needs to get from point A to point B, and some motherfucker just literally got out of his car because he apparently doesn't have any idea what right of way, or pedestrian, means.

The windows were open so the guy started yelling straight away. Bucky waited patiently.

“You wanted me to let you cut me off... so you could run someone over... right. Are you done? I have somewhere to be.”

That seemed to make him angrier, trying to intice Bucky to step out of the car, and Bucky really didn't wanna have any blood on him when he picked up Howard's kid. He'd never been more thankful for Al sitting in the backseat.

“Bitch, are you crazy? Do you not see the metal arm? I'm blind, and I know he has it. You're asking a pregnant supersoldier to beat the shit out of you. And I don't doubt he'll do it, so you best turn around and walk away. You're holdin' up traffic with this bullshit.”

The platelets from the arm adjusted enough to be heard as the guy noticed the gleam of his hand and he about looked like he shit himself.

So that kinda perked up Bucky's mood.

The rest of the ride there was calm. They were at that slow going point with airport traffic. People that wouldn't move. Bucky gave a yawn. He knew what to look for. Howard had shown him a picture and Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't wanna pinch the baby fat in that boy's cheeks with how adorable he was. He spotted him easy enough.

When Tony saw him, after recognizing the car, he seemed surprised. A bit alarmed.

He was even more adorable in person.

“Hey! Tony, right? Your dad's got a meeting, he asked me to pick you up!”

Tony did have a friend with him, from the looks of it, an Air Force kid. Also adorable.

“How do we know you're really the person he sent? You look kinda shady.”

Protective too. He'd heard that one before, and he really wanted to snuggle em'. It would be weird that some dressed down fat guy would come pick them up, but well... Bucky gave a snort.

“Don't know what use I'd have for an old blind lady, but I guess I'd be the world's worst kidnapper, cause I plan to take you home, and take a nap.”

“Is that why you brought me?”

“Yup.”

Bucky popped the 'p'.

Tony seemed to smirk at that before him and his friend got in. They put the luggage in the trunk, Tony sat in the front, and his friend next to Al. Bucky maneuvered them out of there once everyone was in their seat with their seat belts on. Tony was quiet but it was clear he was curious. Leave it to his little boy to try to distract him while driving.

“Ow—...”

Or launch an assault on his insides. Little shit. He soothed the spot and took a breath as they were stopped at a light.

Tony still didn't say anything. Bucky gave a hint of a smile and raised a brow.

“You look like you have a question.”

Tony gave a tilt of his head as debating and he seemed to resign himself and shake his head. Before changing his mind.

“Yeah, actually. Can we talk about the elephant in the car?”

Bucky couldn't resist, he gave a smirk. “Are you calling me fat?

Tony seemed surprised and gave a blush at that. His friend was the one who responded.

“I think he's more curious about who you are.”

“Though your weight distribution raises some questions too...”

Bucky gave a hum. He mumbled the first part but spoke up for the other. “You can blame the giant blond buff soldier for that... speaking of, I didn't catch your name, soldier.”

“James Rhodes.”

“Air Force?”

“Yes, sir.”

“James Barnes. But I go by Bucky.”

“He goes by Rhodey.”

“Tony.”

Bucky snorted.

“Protective of little bambi over here?”

“Hey!”

Rhodey was clearly trying to stop the smile and failing.

“You got doe eyes kid, it's cute. It's okay though, chicks dig that. I got puppy eyes and you wouldn't believe how many dames let me into their pants because of it. Probably karma I let one guy into mine and he knocks me up first thing. Just don't do that last part, unless of course you really want to.”

“So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Well, you look... pregnant.”

“Oh! Yeah. Ugh, god, I'm huge, aren't I?”

“You look like you're about to go into labor.”

Bucky heard Al beat him to the snort in the back, and he laughed a little. This kid was well on his way to no mouth filter. He seemed to realize that after a sec.

“Sorry.”

“No, it's okay. You're honest. I like that. I'm 8 months. Still got 4 more to go.”

“4...?”

“Difference of species. Kinda what made this possible.”

“So, Steve's?”

“You know about that, huh?”

“Dad told me. But also... kinda hard to miss a giant gold wolf saving you as a kid several hundred times.”

Bucky gave a laugh. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

“Wait a minute. I recognize you now! You're that guy that works for Hydra!”

Bucky could see that Rhodey looked upset in the rearview mirror. But also confused.

“In the flesh. Though to be honest, they're all fluff. Kind of on maternity leave. Zola hates it when I so much as move a muscle like this. And my boss did kidnap Steve, but it was literally just so he could talk to me and a few more wolves. I can see you lookin' at me like I'm crazy but I'm... not kidding. They tend to tread this grey area? It's complicated.”

“So you're the...”

Tony seemed to be trying to get a glimpse at the metal arm and Bucky held it up for him to see. He perked up in clear excitement from the looks of it.

“The Winter Soldier, Mr. Stark. At your service. Courtesy of Steve who's compromised my ability to go out on missions. And your dad of course, who's been pretty nice despite my freeloading. This though? All Stevie. Well... I guess not all of it. But he definitely pumped them into me and they've been growin' and growin'.”

“I thought he said he couldn't turn people...”

“He can't. But I can, if they can be turned that is. Of course, the way I ended up turning isn't exactly orthodox. Anyway, somethin' about how we present, genders? Dynamics? It's weird, and complicated, and to be honest, I haven't paid as much attention as I should've and should probably take a lesson with Professor X. But... Oof—... this kid's askin' to be in time out by the time he's born. He's bein' a dick today, and I know it's him cause my little girl doesn't pull this kinda shit. I've been... a little distracted... if it doesn't speak for itself.”

Tony looked like he wanted to ask. Kid had definitely relaxed as much and seemed a little excited.

“Yes, you can look at the arm. Your dad said you'd be excited. Though maybe gimme a chance to rest first. I'm pregnant. 2 pups. And they make me lazy as shit. You look a little lost back there, Rhodey. You okay?”

“Steve's a werewolf. They work a little differently from us.”

Rhodey seemed surprised.

“Lycanthrope? Is apparently the proper term, I guess. Came as a pretty big shock to me too, but... seeing is believing. Apparently, they're pretty secretive.”

“Steve's pretty bad at secrets though.”

“He's bad at lying. He's good at omission. Still pretty surprised the only people who knew were Howard and Thor though.”

“That's... not even Natasha???”

“Nope!”

“Are we there yet?”

Bucky gave a laugh. She'd been quiet most of the trip, and they'd literally just pulled into the parking under the tower. He waited until he parked to respond.

“Mmm, no. I think I might take a rest for a bit.”

She was quiet a minute before responding.

“You're gonna make yourself as bad as Wade.”

“But you'll still love me, right?”

She didn't answer. He took it as a maybe.

.oOo.

Rhodey and Tony seemed to lead the way. Bucky had handed them the key because he knew him and Al would be much slower going up, and probably supporting each other. But so far, it looked like Howard raised a sweet little boy. Or he just spent too much time with Steve.

They finished up fast and he helped Bucky in faster while his friend helped Al in.

Bucky sat his ass right in the middle of that couch in the common room and took a breath. Maybe he hadn't spent enough time with Steve, his son was clearly leaning toward being a little prick but he seemed to ease up once Bucky sat down. Tony got himself some juice and seemed to look at him from afar, where he was leaning over the bar counter. Bucky raised a brow.

“That isn't spiked is it?”

Tony snorted. “No. Not with Steve as a role model, and his mate literally watching me.”

“That's a shame, I wouldn'ta minded. What about you Mr. Rhodes. You just tag along.”

“Tony needed a bodyguard.”

“I did not—.”

“But I just decided to tag along as a friend. I'm still kinda trying to process everything, to be honest.”

“That's okay, it was a lot to process for me at first, too.”

“Not for me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Of course not, because the blind person sees and understands everything, right?”

“No, I just deal with Wade on a day to day basis.”

Bucky started laughing. Al was great. He wondered how he got along without her before.

“So... um. I've seen Steve but... what about you? Do you ever turn?”

“Oh, um... I can't. Actually. Not right now anyway.”

“Is it the—.”

“No actually, turning would help them so they know how once they're out. They're um... well, shit. See, there he goes.”

He lifted his shirt to see a tiny tiny paw on the skin of his belly, poking it back to see one pop up on the other end. That one was actually his daughter. He left that one alone because she wouldn't leave it there forever unlike someone, and sure enough, she pulled back on her own.

“I can't turn because there's metal in my spine that isn't exactly friendly to it. And my body's trying to protect me and them. They've stayed mostly wolf for the pregnancy, but I've seen what they look like shifted. Charles helped with that.”

“Professor X?”

“Yeah. Come sit next to me, I won't bite. Al, might though.”

Tony did, looking as curious as ever with those doe eyes. Bucky held out the arm and rolled up the sleeve for him to inspect. Rhodey sat next to Al and she turned on the TV and handed him the remote.

“Just pick somethin', I'll listen.”

All in all, it was kinda nice. Maybe nicer than Howard was expecting, because he seemed so surprised when he walked in, finally finished with that important meeting. Rhodey was the only one left awake, Al fell asleep, Bucky falling asleep on her, and Tony falling asleep on him, though Bucky did wake up when Howard walked in.

He nudged Tony and it took him a minute, but once he rubbed out his eyes, yawned and registered his surroundings, he ran to his dad for a hug.

Overall, pretty quiet next few days. Nice and easy. Tony and Rhodey were still adorable pups in Bucky's eyes, and it was kinda sweet having them around.

When Steve and the rest of the team came back, it was safe to say they got a warm welcome. He got a hug from Tony too, in fact, all the Avengers seemed to love him.

“Took you long enough.”

Steve gave a smile. “They been good while I been gone?”

Bucky smiled back as Steve knelt down and pressed a kiss on his belly.

“No. Well, she's been good, but he's been a little shit.”

Steve looked up at him in surprise and Bucky couldn't help himself.

“Thinkin' he mighta just missed you too much...”

His mate stood back up with a smile before they shared a kiss.

“Ugh, you were right, they're grossly adorable.”

“Told you.”

Natalia had this smirk on her and Tony looked somewhere between amused and disgusted but not really disgusted.

“Well, I think they're pretty darn perfectly cute.”

Surprisingly enough, it was Wade who said it.

Steve had given a look of surprise before pulling Bucky in to hold him close again. Bucky held him back, tight.

He never wanted to let go of this...

.oOo.

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.oOo.

“Steve... Stevie...”

Bucky was trying to find the right words between kisses. He was straddling his mate's lap, sitting close, as best he could. Steve had him pretty well distracted though. They were sitting on the couch in the common room. Making out.

“Stevie... please. Could we just—.”

Steve pulled back and gave a soft smile.

“If we do, you know we won't be comin' back outta that room. Come on, Buck, you promised Wade.”

Bucky frowned and huffed a grumpy little growl as he leaned into Steve. Movie night. They promised Wade just a night to relax and enjoy themselves. The whole team did. If there was one good thing about the merc, it was that he always pushed them to do the sorts of activities that would keep them friends and take their minds off of the fight. That Tony was here helped out, too.

Admittedly though, as they waited for the rest of the team to get back with some pizza and a rented movie (that they were probably taking forever to pick), this little moment he had with Steve was kinda nice.

And annoying.

But mostly nice.

He leaned back in to scenting his mate. Steve gave him another kiss. His hands were on Bucky's hips. It was a moment more before Bucky pulled back this time. He rubbed out his lower back to his tailbone which was aching and gave a small groan.

“You okay?”

He sighed. “Yeah... just... why don't you be the pregnant one next time.”

Steve seemed to light up at those last two words but gave a laugh. “I wish I could, doll, but you know we don't exactly work that way.”

“And I love your cock a bit too much for that...”

Steve snorted. “You want me to rub it out for you.”

“Well, you're the one that put them in me, it's only right you take care a me.”

Steve gave him a smile and another kiss as he pulled Bucky in and held him close, slight pressure on his lower back to soothe the ache and his hands were fucking magic. One hand drifted down, rubbing small circles that made Bucky near melt into him, the other came up and put slight pressure on his bonding gland.

“Ugh, god... there. Right there, Stevie...”

“Yeah?”

“Little softer though, but don't stop.”

He was rubbing a small circle over his tailbone now, and Bucky shuddered, enjoying the feeling... before he felt a sharp pressure in his upper back that set off all kinds of red flags in his head. He immediately grabbed Steve's hands.

“St-stop! Stop... I... why are you looking at me like that?”

Steve was looking at him with curious shock and awe before he gave another smile. He brought a hand up before rubbing the soft fur on one of Bucky's ears to perk them up, and Bucky let out a whine at the touch. Not because it hurt, but—.

Wait.

Back up.

What???

He pulled back a bit and felt his own ears. They were soft, and furry... and very much... not human. He felt his jawline and that was about the same. And then he looked at his mate who still held a smile before looking back to see a brown, fluffy dog tail that curled up at the end. His ears went down. That explained why his pants suddenly felt so weird and slid down. He looked back at Steve, and calmly brought his hands to interlock behind his neck, resting from his shoulders as he raised a brow.

“What are you smiling about?”

Steve shook his head at first but after a moment, gave some very soft spoken words... “You get prettier every day...”

Bucky couldn't help the smile that followed but it faded as he looked back at his tail again. All he had were the ears and a tail, but...

“Should I be worried... with—.”

“No. But I think we should consider this a stopping point. You're sensitive right now, and the full moon's not gonna help. The longer you go without turning, the more your body wants to every moon that passes. That and the fact you've never turned... it still won't with the... I wouldn't wanna test it or push though... curled tails and fur are pretty rare...”

“So are Alpha's, I'm told...”

His fur wasn't completely curly, but there were some swirled little curls mixed in with the wave of soft brown fur, loose curls, like his hair after it's been freshly cleaned. He couldn't help himself, he started wagging it. And even that was a weird feeling, but it also felt... natural... somehow.

Bucky was sure if there were anyone else in the room, they would have pointed out how disgustingly sappy they were because they were literally just sitting there, gazing into each other's eyes.

The interruption came from the doorbell ringing. Steve seemed to tense up at it.

“Do you want me to get that?”

“Nah, I can do it.”

Steve raised an eyebrow skeptically and brought a hand over Bucky's belly.

“Are you sure?”

“I am perfectly capable of waddling over to that door Steve, they probably just have a lot of food with them. What are you gonna do, run before I get there?”

Steve gave him another smile as Bucky got up and did just that. Steve still seemed unsure about it. In fact, as Bucky was getting to the door... something was off...

There was no pizza scent or other.

In fact, he didn't quite recognize those scents...

He didn't recognize the scents.

Steve got up and ran at the same time Bucky opened the door. Barely stopping the growl when he saw who was actually at the door.

He didn't recognize these people but... they smelled like Bucky...

Bucky seemed surprised himself.

And then as Steve walked up timidly behind his mate, there was a big 'surprise!' yelled from the people on the other end. There were 3 older people, 5 middle aged people, 6 younger people, 1 child, and 1 baby which looked to be about 5 months.

“Christ Bucky, you're huge!”

Bucky seemed to start wagging his tail at that. “Christ Becca, did you bring the whole family?”

She gave a smile. “Anyone with Barnes blood I could get my hands on.”

“And a few tagalongs.”

Doug, Rebecca's husband said it with a small smile. He always seemed a bit nervous around Bucky.

“Jesus, Grandma Becca, I thought you were kidding about him being a werewolf!”

“I thought she was kidding about him being pregnant.”

Bucky gave a smirk.

“Now why would Becca lie to you guys about anything? I'm the one who does that.”

“You kids should know better by now.”

Bucky said hi and got a hug from each of his family members, some a little more nervous than others. Steve stood awkwardly by the side, a little unsure of what to do. Becca seemed to be looking at him. When Bucky finished, he was holding the youngest member of his family, Becca's great grandson, and his great grand nephew. Steve honestly felt a little out of place but it was so cute, and Bucky seemed so happy he couldn't help the small smile.

“Is this the one?”

Becca seemed to surprise both Bucky and Steve with the question. Bucky blushed before responding.

“Y-yeah... this is Steve. My mate. He's the father of my... my pups.”

“He's handsome~. You picked out a good one this time, I hope.”

“Actually, I think I just got... really lucky. Um... Steve? This is... Nina, Becca, and Doug. 2 of my sisters and Becca's husband. Speaking of, Nina, where's Nikolai?”

“You know better, my husband's afraid of you, Bucky.”

Bucky gave a laugh. “Nooo, really? Big buff Russian guy afraid of little old me, what did I do?”

“You're a bully, Uncle Bucky.”

“Thanks Aleksei, tell your dad I said 'hi'.”

“I... won't.”

“Little shit. Aleksei is Nina's son. This is........................................................”

Bucky finished introducing them. Becca's twin daughters and one of their husband's, along with Aleksei's own husband. His daughter Celia, from his first marriage who was still a young adult, college student by the looks of it, and adopted son Niko, who was the starry eyed little boy. 3 of Becca's grandkid's along with two of their spouses. One couple being the parents of the adorable baby boy that Bucky was holding.

“Whoa... you're Captain America...”

Bucky smiled at his grand nephew.

“There's still a lot of them missing but... what brings you all here today anyway?”

“Well, we meant to see you on your birthday. But when you weren't there, I had to track you down! You gotta tell your family what's goin' on with you Bucky!”

He huffed a laugh. “Yeah... I been a terrible brother, haven't I...”

“Nah... just distracted I think... tell me how you managed to snag Captain America.”

Steve could only blush but it was nice to see... part of Bucky's pack. His original pack... It was nice to see Bucky so happy... it was nice to see him... so at ease. Free...

He took a step back. This wasn't his place. Even if it was his mate. This was Bucky's pack...

They had brought gifts for him that made Steve's mind drift to something he—.

“You know, Nina... as much as I appreciate the gesture... this isn't gonna fit me right now.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Though I think your... boyfriend? Husband?”

Steve looked up at the words, his attention caught with slight surprise.

“Mate. Wolves work... a little bit differently. Right, Stevie?”

Steve's only response was a soft smile. Nina seemed to notice.

“Mate then... think he'll appreciate it.”

Whatever it was, Bucky had taken one look at it without taking it out of the box, smirked and raised a brow.

One of the gifts turned out to be not so much for him as... for his pups. Two plushies. Extremely soft and handmade from the looks of it. And very symbolic. He immediately knew who made them.

A coffee black lop bunny with pale ice colored eyes, a silver arm with a red star and familiar mimicked (but much softer) kevlar gear. And a creamy white colored adorable looking wolf with bright blue eyes, and a familiar red, white, and blue ensemble.

They were very cute. The wolf a bit bigger but the bunny a bit chubbier.

“You tryin' to say something about me, Celia?”

She gave a laugh. “You went to visit Grand Auntie Becca, you know she can't keep a secret.”

“None a my siblings can keep a secret.”

“She told Grams and... I thought it was a cute story, the way she told it. Thought it'd be cute to make your kid somethin'. I wasn't sure what you were having so...”

“Okay. What exactly did Nina tell you, cause you know for a fact she watches too many Russian Soaps. And I know for a fact I didn't tell Becca who got me pregnant.”

“You made it obvious. 'The shield throwin' punk with a nice butt.'? Come on, Bucky.”

He flushed seeing the light blush and smile creep onto Steve's face.

“I didn't say that!”

“You might as well have. I told Nina you two got distracted on the battlefield. She probably spiced it up a bit.”

“Alright, Celia, what the hell did Nina tell you?”

She gave a smile.

“Grams told me a little bunny was caught by a wolf during a fight. But the wolf didn't want to fight. He didn't want to eat the bunny. And instead, they created something more. Something that brought them together...”

Bucky held in a tight breath for all of three seconds before blowing it out. A cute rendition of what really happened. A metaphor, but he hated how Nina was normally pretty accurate despite her ridiculous stories.

“You realize I'm a wolf too, right?”

She laughed again. “I can see it. Your eyes have been glowing golden the entire time Grand Uncle Bucky. If the tail and ears did not give it away. But you weren't a wolf to start with. The story stuck with me... I thought it was cute but... I couldn't decide which to make. I thought you might appreciate the wolf but perhaps be upset if I didn't make the bunny.”

“Don't harass my daughter, Uncle.”

Bucky gave a blank look with a half smile to Aleksei before looking back down at the plushies. He couldn't help the full smile.

“Thank you, Celia...”

She smiled brightly. “Do you know what you're having?”

“Uhh... yeah, actually. A boy and a girl...”

“What about when you're due? I was worried you mighta popped em' out already, but I wanted to throw you a baby shower.”

Bucky turned back to Becca.

“I'm uh... 36 weeks now. But I still got about 16 left... 4 more moon cycles... turns out Lycanthrope pregnancies are a little longer too...”

She gave him a bright smile. “You hear that everyone! You better mark that date on your calendars, your Uncle Bucky's havin' his babies in less than 4 months!”

“But he's so big already, aren't they gonna come sooner?”

There were giggles at Niko's words but it was honestly just a good time with family... Bucky couldn't believe how lucky he was. The baby he was holding seemed curious about the plushies and Bucky's belly.

“You okay with Jamie there, Bucky? I know my great grandson's pretty great, but we've gotta worry about my niece and nephew too, you know...”

“I'm fine... woulda pawned him off to one a his moms by now if I couldn't hold him. I've hardly gotten to know him dealing with... all of this. I missed spending time with the family...”

Becca gave a warm smile. “Seems like you got your own now...”

Bucky gave a smile back, before his own thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and ringing and ringing again. That annoying buzz like someone—Wade—didn't know how to use it. Bucky frowned and rolled his eyes.

“I'll get it.”

When Steve got up with him, he tried not to smile, still holding Jamie.

“I got it... but you can come with if you think they'll need help.”

Steve blushed but followed after Bucky like the giant puppy he was.

And as expected, first thing they saw—.

“I think we may have taken too long. It looks like he's already had one of his babies. Or stolen one. I can't tell.”

“Temporarily borrowed, thank you very much, Wade. My great grand nephew.”

“You let strangers into my tower?”

“Barnes' actually. 4 generations of them with this little guy.”

“I'm not so sure we'll have enough food for them, should they plan to stay, James.”

“Hold the shit, is that Natalia?”

He heard Becca call over and heard Aleksei chastise his aunt for cursing in front of little Niko, because she was normally a lot better than Bucky about that. She came over. And it wasn't long before they struck up a friendly conversation in Russian and shared a hug. Bucky joined in with a few words, and it settled at Becca calling over Nina.

Natalia immediately smiled and greeted her. “Ninoshka, of all of the Barnes family, I've missed you the most.”

“Hey—.”

“They were best friends Bucky, don't even.”

He huffed. A few more words before his sisters seemed to come to a decision. Bucky gave a smirk turning to the team.

“Think they got it covered.”

“Вы идете с?”

(Are you coming with?)

Bucky turned to Nina and gave a smile.

“Да.”

(Yeah.)

He handed Jamie over to Steve, helping his Omega to hold the baby before heading to the kitchen with his sisters. It wasn't long before they had a shit ton of Russian desserts and extras to go along with the pizza. And everything else they brought. Enough to feed the team and a big family, which was what they needed. All laid out and nice for everyone. All that was left was...

“It's come to my attention, that while our food dilemma was resolved. We no longer have enough seating for everyone in the common area. Thankfully, I have the solution. Thor can sit in my lap.”

Bucky sincerely didn't know whether to laugh or not, but there were some moments he understood why Steve loved the merc so much. Some moments.

“You realize I weigh well over 600 pounds?”

There was a beat of silence from everyone.

“Is that why you don't take the elevator?”

“I would not wish to endanger my friends.”

“Whelp, there goes that plan, I got nothin'.”

They settled on squeezing in with a few people sitting on the floor, and a few more sitting in the laps of their significant others. Like Bucky sitting in Steve's lap. Little Jamie going back to one of his moms. And when it was all said and done, Bucky had to admit. Definitely one of Wade's better ideas...

Saying goodbye was hard, but he was more than happy he got to see them, and he knew he would again pretty soon with the pups kickin' him.

.oOo.

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.oOo.

Steve had been quiet lately. Really quiet...

Ever since Bucky's family popped in for a surprise visit, it wasn't exactly like he had a dark cloud looming overhead or was walkin' around like a sad sack. But he was definitely fallin' on those puppy like instincts and submissive behavior. And while sure, it was cute, Bucky couldn't shake the feeling something was bothering his mate...

They'd been cuddling the past hour or so... something Bucky never really thought he'd find as enjoyable as he did, but he never really thought he'd be pregnant or have such a sweetheart guy to look after him either.

Steve's hand on his belly soothing the pups inside did a lot more than Bucky would think. He really didn't want to interrupt the moment, but...

“Steve...?”

“Hm...?”

“Something's been on your mind...”

It came out as less of a question. Steve gave a sigh and seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head.

“It's nothin', Buck...”

“Mm... tell me what it is anyway?”

Steve gave a small huff but a smile. Bucky snuggled in further.

“I like knowin' what my mate's been thinkin' about... I'm nosey like that...”

Steve seemed to think another moment but spoke. “Your pack...”

Bucky gave a small cat-like smile at the mention, but it fell to cat-like curiosity when Steve seemed a bit somber... Bucky raised a brow and gave a look of concern. Steve spoke after a moment.

“Do you miss them...?”

“Why would I miss you guys when I'm here with you?”

“Not... us...”

Oh.

“My family?”

Steve looked at him with those same puppy blue eyes but didn't say anything. Bucky was quiet a moment.

“Of course I miss them, they're my family... but why are you thinking about that?”

When Steve gave a light whine, Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Steve? What's this about...?”

“I... took you from them... they were your pack and—.”

“Easy there, wolfie. They are my family, and I love them and miss them. But I don't know if you noticed, but I was living alone before you swept in and got me pregnant...”

They were quiet another moment.

“You weren't always alone... you had them before I came along... I've... distracted you... and now—.”

“Do you see me complainin' about it? I had nothin' better to do before you came along, so I bugged the shit outta them... that doesn't mean I'm not happy now. And yeah, of course I'll miss them and love them, but I'm obligated to. They are my family. Just like you are now... and I honestly don't know which of you drive me more nuts, but I wouldn't trade the spot I'm in now... They're the part of the family I grew up with, the ones that got in my hair, the ones I fly the coup from... but you're the part that...”

He placed his hand firmly over Steve's, feeling the pups kick inside before looking at his mate.

“You're the part I stay with to build something new... Steve, you didn't take me from my family, you gave me a new one... You've done more than that... if the two little lives in here are anything to go by...”

“Are you... sure?”

“Pretty damn sure... they can't give me cock like you do, so.”

Steve gave a groan trying not to laugh. “Wade is rubbing off on you, please don't talk about your family and my dick in the same sentence.”

“Tasteless, I know, but it gets the point across.”

He hooked a leg over Steve's hip and rolled himself over to straddle Steve, smiling as he looked down at his mate.

“Wouldn't ya think?”

Steve gave a half smile but it faded again. Bucky gave his own back, slightly worried.

“You worry too much, Stevie...”

“You're worth worryin' about...”

“Sap.”

This time he did laugh before Bucky leaned down for a kiss, shuddering when Steve stroked a soft ear and leaning into it. His tail started wagging, he couldn't help it.

“It hasn't gone away...”

“You still worry too much.”

“Really, you gonna go out in public like that for your appointments?”

“I... shit.”

That was definitely something Bucky did not want to do. At least it hadn't put a stop to their sex life, which is why Bucky wasn't so eager to make it go away, but...

“I'll just save em' for another day.”

“I'm not so sure Zola's gonna be okay with that.”

Well, shit. Bucky frowned. There was supposed to be a meeting so Zola could get better information on his new species, and Hank could get better information on his serum.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I'm almost 9 months pregnant and my hips are jelly and this.” He pointed to his tail and ears. “You did this to me, you fix it.”

Steve just gave a smile and slight laugh. “Why not just call and explain?”

At Bucky's bright flush and embarrassed frown, Steve just laughed more.

Then the phone rang.

Speak a the devil.

“Um... hello?”

“Yes. Sgt. Barnes. This is Dr. Zola. I'm afraid I'm going to have to postpone your appointment until further notice as something came up.”

“Oh. Um... okay... is... everything all right?”

There was a slight silence on the other end for a while.

“Um—.”

“Yes, yes. Everything is perfectly fine. There are simply unrelated matters that must be dealt with and have taken precedence. I apologize, but you will be well enough as you have other Doctors apart from myself, yes? Good. Goodbye Sgt. Barnes.”

*Beep.*

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked at the phone. That... wasn't weird at all... When Steve looked at him like a confused dog, Bucky just shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Dunno, but I'm off the hook.”

Steve sighed. “Do you want me to call Charles?”

“Mmmhmm... but later...”

He snuggled in and enjoyed the scent and soft chuckle he felt from his mate. Steve's strong arms wrapped around him and the pups softly padding on the inside of his belly... maybe having one of those running puppy dreams like their dad occasionally does...

He was very happy with his new pack. Very happy with what Steve had given him...

.oOo.

“This is so cool!”

“Nice to know that, of everything about me, is what piques your interest. Not the ears, the tail, or the miracle of life.”

“Pshh, that happens every day and Steve's a Lycan too. It's not every day I get to look at Soviet technology this advanced.”

“Well, I've had it 40-some odd years. It gets old for me... this though... this is pretty new for me.”

He laid back in his chair with a hand soothing the pups inside his belly, letting Tony look over the arm. Howard had just walked in with a few snacks and a beverage for Tony.

“I told you he gets excited. Tony, don't forget to eat while you work.”

Tony didn't say anything with the screwdriver in his mouth as he reached a hand out. His dad handed him a small bag of blueberries. Bucky smiled. He was like a mini Howard but different, it was so adorable. Tony took the screwdriver out of his mouth and popped in a few blueberries before turning to his dad.

“Hey, when does mom get home?”

“Few days, at the most. She's really extended this trip but—.”

“She really loves nonna and nonno.”

Howard huffed a laugh and smiled at his son before ruffling his hair. “She really loves you too, Tony...”

“And you two say Steve and I are sickeningly cute. Remind me to get myself checked for cavities.”

“Oh, I'm sure it'll get infinitely worse once your adorable little ankle biters get here.”

“Why on Earth would you leave the door open for Wade to get in?”

“That... must have been a miscalculation on my part, I ran out of free hands with the tray of snacks.”

“Actually, that would be my fault...” Steve was at the door giving a mildly amused apologetic look.

“You're still in partial form! Shouldn't you be worried about that or something? Oh who cares, you look so cute!! I can't wait to see what your babies look like. You and baby daddy over here kill people in the happiest way possible with how you look... heart stopping boners. And lady boners. For the ladies. I'm pretty sure the birth of your children may actually be cataclysmic to the universe. Because you're both just so gorgeous.”

“Shut up, Wade.”

“Make me, Alpha~.”

“Steve.”

“Wade...”

Steve gave a look to Wade and the merc's eyes widened before they narrowed at Bucky.

“Don't you use his disappointment as a weapon! You—evil! Terrible combination! Do not ship at all!”

“Wade...”

The merc gave a whimper in response this time before sitting down quietly as Steve walked over to his mate.

“Wade's right though, that you're still in partial form is something we should maybe look into... I haven't called Charles yet, but I could ask him—.”

“I did.”

They turned to Wade. Who was holding a phone.

“Although, he seemed kinda mad. And he yelled at me. In German... you know, I'm not so sure it was Professor X I talked to.”

“Um... guys?”

Tony pointed to a tool that started rattling before all of the metal started rattling in the room. It steadily increased to a vibration reverberating through the entire tower, before they heard a rumble in the sky and it all suddenly... stopped.

Bucky's ear flicked. He felt that through his system.

“That was... weird.”

There was a small moment of duck and cover with Steve letting out a whine and covering Bucky before several sharp objects had lifted themselves into the air and pinned Wade to the wall. After that, everything seemed back to normal.

“Oh, come on!”

And it wasn't long after that they saw one Erik Lehnsherr holding a giggling green haired little girl.

“Please don't let him ever call my mate again.”

“What? What did he do?”

Erik gave a grumble thinking about it.

.oOo.

“Hello?”

“Broken legs! How are you? I have to be quiet right now so they don't notice me doing this while they have a conversation, but mama bear's got some issues. I think he might go into labor between you and me.”

“I—what?”

“Hey, I have a question, can you still feel it when he fucks you or is it a more you do it to make him happy sort of thing? You breed like rabbits so I'm assuming you get some sort of pleasure from it. Speaking of— what are you wearing?”

.oOo.

“I'd rather not say.”

They heard Lorna gasp before reaching out to Bucky. Bucky gave a smile as Erik walked over.

“Hi mint leaf~.”

“Bigger! Shiney...”

“Yeah, I guess this thing wasn't really on display last time I saw you...”

“Steben!”

“Hey magnet bug... nice to see you.”

“Mates?”

“Yes, liebling, these two are mates.”

“Like vati and mama!”

“Yes, sweetheart, like your mum and I.”

“Bucks esplode like mama and then have the babies?”

Erik looked like he genuinely did not know what to think about what his daughter said as a few snorts were heard in the room.

“That is... exactly what will happen to me, your kid is an absolute genius.”

Lorna giggled.

“She's certainly... something special, isn't she?”

She kept reaching for Bucky to the point where she might start struggling. Then Bucky's chair moved a smidgen toward her and she brightened up. His eyes widened and he stared at Erik before it happened again. At which point Erik simply walked over to Bucky the rest of the way, getting a nod from the Alpha before the green haired little pup was in his free arm. And Erik moved his chair back in place.

“I'd really prefer you not use your powers like that, it's making me nervous.”

“Well, the first two were Lorna. That last one was simply to set you back in place.”

“So she's—.”

“Inherited my abilities. Yes. And I suppose I should ask about... this. What happened?”

Lorna gave another giggle. This time she matched Bucky, having shaken herself out to gain just the fluffy tail and ears. But her eyes weren't golden, they certainly had the wolf glow, but were still that metallic gleaming green her father had, if brighter. She was wiggling too much so Bucky had to use his other hand to steady her.

“Steve happened, that's what. I thought we established this.”

Erik deadpanned with a slight smirk. “I was referring to the partial form. I already know how you got pregnant.”

“How the babies get there?”

There was a moment of silence before a snort of laughter broke it.

“That's not an awkward conversation at all.”

“Tony..”

“No need to explain, dad. I know where babies come from. Save it for when you're older kiddo, it's kind of... icky.”

“Eww~.”

“Yup.”

“Still Steve's fault. On both accounts. He gave me one hell of a massage.”

“I didn't hear you complaining.”

“Oh, now you own up to it. You should be proud of yourself, Stevie~. I certainly am.”

Bucky smiled at the flush and smile on his mate's face.

“Hm. Regardless, this certainly poses a problem for you going out in public. With your appointment—.”

“About that... Zola actually... called and canceled. Until further notice at least... He said something more important came up.”

“I... see.”

“We were gonna call your mate, but...”

“No, that's fine. I'll call Charles if that's the case. I think if anything, Hank will be most disappointed about this—.”

“What about me?”

They turned to the new person who had just walked in. Howard smirked.

“Not you Hank, their Hank. Beast.”

Hank raised a brow but nodded. “So how goes it with the arm and metal discovery?”

Tony smiled. “Pretty fantastic. I've almost got their design mapped out. It's already pretty in depth and well made, powerful. Advanced for... when did you get this?”

“Mmm... 1948-ish? I was around 29. I think I was about to turn 30.”

“Then yeah, crazy advanced for its time. But I think it could use some upgrades... if you wouldn't mind, that is.”

“I don't mind. But maybe save the surgeries or anything of the like for after—.”

“Babies!”

Lorna had put her hands up in excitement. Bucky gave a soft smile.

“Yeah, that...”

“Speaking of, it wouldn't be unwise to start mapping out those procedures so you no longer have an issue with turning.”

“As long as you don't turn me inside out.”

“Your company is more enjoyable than Logan's.”

“Yeah, Wolvie is a dick isn't he?”

Everyone was silent for a moment, staring at the merc.

Tony was the one who spoke up.

“Um... how did he get free?”

“Lorna...”

She giggled.

.oOo.

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.oOo.

Bucky gave a sigh, rubbing out his lower back. The twins were getting heavier. The pregnancy hadn't given him much to complain about. If he was honest, compared to what his sisters went through and complained about, it was flat out easy. But they never had twin baby wolves that were actually wolves inside of their womb with a supersoldier daddy built like a brick shit house. He was huge, and not even full term. Becca didn't even get that big when she had her twins, both of those little girls were tiny tiny babies.

Couple their size and weight with his loosening hips and back and some nesting instincts making him clean up the tower and apparently everyone's dirty laundry, and he really felt like a damn mom...

He almost was one...

And the bigger they got, the more he worried about the birth, but apparently his instincts weren't too keen on the C-section he would have preferred before...

They got in one way... might as well come out that same way...

He gave another sigh. At least the cleaning calmed him down. It was a rainy day but Howard and Tony had gone to pick up their missing family member. Hank was couped up in the lab. Natalia and Jan, and even Al, were off doing their own thing, something of a Girl's Night maybe. Thor had gone back to Asgard. Which just left him with Steve and Wade.

He walked into the common room to see both large wolves laying down in the center. The darker one fast asleep but the lighter one looking at him the moment he entered. He gave a soft smile.

Then got himself some hot cocoa and sat down with that giant wolf of a mate around him as comfort. Simple, but nice.

Steve curled around him and the pups, making sure Bucky was very snug. Bucky shifted his position so he was leaning on his side a bit on Steve, and Steve nosed at his belly before resting his head in Bucky's lap. It was weird to think about how peaceful this was...

Steve was a very big wolf. Wade was still much bigger than a normal wolf, but smaller in comparison to Steve. It was weird to think that werewolves were real at all. Weird to think he was pregnant, or how he woke up and looked in the mirror to see different colored eyes than the ones he was used to, or the ears and tail and the stretch marks on his belly.

It was weird to think about how all of this started...

Wade nuzzled him at his back, his head resting on Steve's hind leg as he looked at Bucky with a sleepy wolf face. Bucky gave a faint smile before scratching him behind the ear and leading him to rest on the other side, somewhat leaning on Bucky's legs.

Looking at the 2 wolves snuggled around him brought his thoughts to his own wolf form. How he was stuck in some limbo of it and... how he wanted to be able to share that with Steve too...

Eventually, he fell asleep between the two wolves.

.oOo.

Bucky could hear faded voices in the room. Likely the others coming back. He felt a blanket placed over him. At least they were being considerate. He could scent someone he didn't recognize, but it was familiar enough to not raise alarm.

It wasn't until Wade started stirring that he really started to wake up.

Rolling around?

“Oh, you're so cute~!”

Belly rub. Someone was giving him a belly rub by the thumping of his tail.

He woke up to see a woman in business clothes with long, dark hair and wide, amber brown doe eyes, crouched down and petting and praising Wade. He heard Howard's voice then.

“Maria... you know that wolf is Wade...”

She paused only a moment, smiling brightly before continuing.

“That's amazing! He's so precious like this.”

She reached forward to pet Steve who calmly just flicked an ear. Bucky flinched when she noticed him, but she only gave a smile.

“You must be Bucky... “

He knew he was blushing now, still slightly nervous. And a bit grumpy from being woken up.

“Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize, Wade's movement must have woken you up! I'm Maria. Tony's mother, and Howard's wife.”

She held out a hand that Bucky hesitated to but took.

“I've heard quite a bit about you. Your mate has a propensity for changing lives it seems... I think it's a good thing though...”

Bucky couldn't help the small smile. “Yeah... nice to meet you... heard a lot about you too.”

“Is that so?”

They both looked over at her doe eyed son. It was clear where he got his looks from, which was saying something because he really did look like Howard. Tony was just cutely munching on a cookie staring at them like a deer in headlights before blushing and scurrying off.

Bucky gave a yawn. The rain had lightened up.

“I take it you had a nice nap.”

He looked up to see Natalia.

“Is everyone back?”

“Not everyone.”

“Ugh, what time is it?”

“Quarter to 4.”

“Shit... I'm late.”

He tried to get up only to realize he'd need help before Steve nosed at him to help him and Natalia offered a hand.

“My, you are big!”

“Yeah, just take a look at their dad... Stevie.”

Steve gave a yawn but didn't get up. Bucky sighed.

“Do you plan on going out with the ears and tail? I was under the impression your species wanted to keep themselves a secret.”

“Well, Natalia was supposed to get a temporary solution for that issue.”

“You're already wearing part of it. Steve.”

Steve looked up only to get a collar and a leash put on him, which made him sit up at attention in slight surprise, confusion, and alarm.

Bucky looked over the bright red blanket.

“A... blanket?”

“Not a blanket.”

He looked over it to find it was actually a hood and cape.

Fucking shit.

“No.”

“Would you like to come up with something better?”

She held that half amused deadpan smile she got when she was being a smug bitch.

“I think it works very cutely. It would work well with the rain.”

Bucky sighed, but after a huffed growl, put it on. She handed him the leash, and it felt so... odd to have it in hand.

“I look super pregnant with this on.”

“You are super pregnant.”

“I think you both look adorable. Steven looks just like a giant puppy dog!”

He really didn't want to smile at Maria's comment, but he did anyway. Steve's ears were a bit on the longer side, sharp and attentive wolf ears. But if he relaxed well enough, the very tips would flop and only add to the puppy look. Bucky's ears were much shorter, and almost round in comparison. Wade seemed to finally pick himself up and be at attention. Looking from Steve to Bucky and back and forth several times before getting up and sniffing up both of them extremely curious as to what they were doing, with his tail wagging.

Wade sat down like a good dog, seeming to wait for something which no one was sure of. After a moment, Steve walked over to Bucky, not seeming to have any objection. He leaned down to pet him and Steve leaned into it.

“What about clothes if my mate suddenly decides to turn back?”

Natalia handed him a large purse. Bucky raised a brow.

“A purse?”

“It's a messenger bag, big enough to hold some clothes for him if he changes his mind.”

Bucky frowned. “It's a purse.”

“You say that but you haven't taken it off, Little Red Riding Hood~.”

“I am way too pregnant to give a shit or come up with better options right now...”

Bucky gave a sigh before looking back at Steve.

“Does he really need the leash...”

“Most people would be alarmed by a dog that big, but I suppose we don't have to worry about Steve wandering off, do we?”

“It's more for his safety. But it's up to you.”

Bucky sighed, but Steve didn't seem to be uncomfortable. He just got closer to Bucky. Bucky gave a faint smile, despite himself. People wouldn't exactly get the full story anyway... and he could use a long walk with the feeling in his legs.

Tony came along and pet Steve before sitting down on him. Steve didn't seem to flinch. He was big enough to ride, wasn't he...

“You're going already?”

Bucky smirked.

“Little bit late, so yeah...”

Bucky was quiet another minute, looking at Steve's ear flick and Tony scratch it. Well if he had to be subject to adorableness...

“Can I borrow your son?”

.oOo.

The walk there was surprisingly nice considering the fact that Wade followed them the whole way there like a happy, curious dog. And to say Bucky got stares from his slight waddle, belly, glowing golden eyes, and massive overprotective golden dog, and following dirty blonde dog, would be a sincerely poor excuse for an understatement.

Still a nice walk though. No one asked questions, even if they did stare.

And let's not forget the boy riding said massive dog. So ridiculously cute. Maria had said 'yes' with the utmost enthusiasm. Apparently, Tony sitting on Steve's back had been a constant from the day he was born. They were going to talk surgery if they could, so at least one Stark to pick up details would be good.

Bucky was laying down on a medical bed now, simply waiting, with Steve by his side. He'd turned back, wearing the clothes they brought with them. Wade had not, which in some sense they guessed was better. He couldn't talk in wolf form. Tony sat next to Steve, patiently waiting.

Charles was trying to reach out to Zola. He was supposed to be here, they'd agreed to reschedule for this day and it wasn't like him to be late at all.

Erik walked over, once again with Lorna in arm. She waved to Bucky and the rest of them with a smile. He gave a small smile back.

“Bucks!”

“Hey mint leaf...”

“Babies checkup?”

“Yeah... we're just waiting for one of my doctors now, there's a lot to discuss.”

She reached out like she wanted to touch, and after a nod from Bucky, Erik got close enough so she could. She felt the pups kick a few times and made a face. It seemed like the third time freaked her out.

“Eww~.”

“Lorna...”

Bucky gave a laugh. “It is kinda freaky, isn't it? She's been with you a lot lately, hasn't she?”

“Her birthday is very, very soon, and—.”

“No fighting!”

“Yes... that. She insists staying with me to ensure I won't fight. You can imagine how her bearer felt about the idea, and as such, she is almost literally glued to my side. We are spoiling her far too much.”

“Not enough, it seems to me.”

They all turned to the new voice. Thick British accent and very deep. And the guy it came from was... gigantic.

He was over 9 feet tall, at least. Stacked in muscle, and somehow wearing a well fitted suit, with dapper parted red hair. And there was only about one guy Bucky knew of this big, and he treated the world like his personal bowling pins when he wanted to.

“Uncul Jug Jug!”

“Hello sweetpea. Where's your mum?”

“Phone~.”

“Cain... you could have told us you were coming.”

“Where's the fun in that?”

It was said by a woman this time. With blue skin and even brighter red hair.

“Raven...”

She gave a smile before walking over and giving Erik a hug, and the little girl a kiss on the forehead.

“Seriously though, where's our brother?”

“Where are my children?”

As if on cue. A light brown haired girl ran to him with a hug, along with a darker haired boy who was a bit shorter than her.

“You really think we would have missed the little greenbean's birthday?”

Lorna giggled, getting a kiss from all of them before they noticed the dark blonde wolf that seemed to be sniffing everyone before stopping at Cain. And wagging his tail excessively. Cain raised a brow.

“You seem to have guests.”

“Yes, we do. Bucky is an Alpha... and the Captain's mate.”

It was then that Charles had come in. Still on the phone from the looks of it. He seemed to listen a bit, a look of concern before turning to Bucky.

“I'm sorry love, it seems Zola may be dealing with a persistent issue. I believe we may have to postpone talk of surgery.”

“What? Gimme the phone.”

If there was anything that wasn't like Zola, it was this whole mess. Charles handed it to him, and he heard some clattering on the other end along with some mumbled German. He switched to German for the conversation. He knew it wouldn't be any more private. But Zola was a bit easier to weasel information out of when you sweet talked him.

“Hallo.”

Zola seemed to be startled by his voice, but greeted him just the same. And gave him the same spiel, but in German. So of course, Bucky pushed for answers. And Zola didn't budge. But he did slip.

“Was ist mit Schmidt los?”

(What's going on with Schmidt?)

“Nichts, er ist nicht hier.”

(Nothing, he's not here.)

Bucky furrowed his brows. Schmidt... had made this his priority of interest. That didn't make any sense.

“Was meinst du mit 'er ist nicht da', wo ist er?”

(What do you mean 'he's not there', where is he?)

“Elsewhere, but he is not here.”

If he switched back to English... Bucky frowned. He heard a whine on the other end and his eyes widened.

“Ok, wo ist Brock?”

(Alright, where's Brock?)

He heard a muttered 'Scheisse' before he got his answer. But it didn't seem directed at the question. There was more clattering before Zola responded.

“Schmidt hat ihm die Trüffelsuche abgenommen.”

(Schmidt has taken him truffle hunting.)

What the... what the fuck?

“Buchstäblich oder figurativ?”

(Literal or figurative?)

“Beide. Hör zu, es tut mir leid, Sgt. Barnes, wir werden das nach Möglichkeit verschieben, aber ich muss wirklich gehen.”

(Both. Listen, I am sorry Sgt. Barnes, we shall reschedule this when possible but I really must go.)

There was nothing else from the beep of the call ending, and Bucky gave a grumble.

“You're Russian.”

Bucky started dialing another number before answering Erik.

“Took you this long to notice?”

“No, but your accent is much more obvious when you speak German.”

“Yeah, guess it would be.”

Bucky waited as the phone rang, but after the attempt, there was no answer. He tried a second time, but it was cut off, meaning the lack of answer was deliberate. He frowned.

“Somethin's goin' on but Zola's being tight lipped about it. I'm 9 months pregnant, I don't need this shit right now.”

“Only the 9? You look about bloody ready to pop.”

“2 pups.” He gave pause before turning to Charles. “You coulda told me your brother was the fucking Juggernaut.”

“Schlechtes Wort!”

“I know, mint leaf, I'm a potty mouth. Don't be like me. I'm gonna make a terrible mother.”

“I think you'll do a great job...”

He turned to Steve, not being able to contain the small smile. Muttering 'sap' before turning back to Charles.

“I didn't think it a relevant detail at the time.”

“That detail is always relevant Charles, I am 9 feet tall. That is a bit hard to miss. Apart from Raven being blue, but she can literally be anyone.”

Bucky's smile only got bigger.

“I think I might like you.”

Cain gave a smirk and a nod. “Always a pleasure to meet someone new.”

Charles gave a scoff before turning back to Bucky with slight concern.

“Is there perhaps a new course of action you would wish to take?”

Bucky thought a moment and gave a sigh. “Discuss what you can? I'm gonna try and not worry about it too much... and to be honest, you've all been spoiling and pampering me maybe a lot more than I deserve? Maybe focus on a special someone else right now...”

He gave a look to the green haired little girl in her father's arms now reaching for her mother. Charles happily took her onto his lap before receiving a greeting and hug from all of his other family members. Erik gave a smile looking at the scene, but then a sigh.

“You know, oddly enough, that special someone is very peculiarly picky when it comes to cake. And we haven't been able to find one to suit her, despite the taste tests, both homemade and through bakeries.”

Bucky gave a smile, thinking back on someone who was the same... and ended up making her own bakery because of it...

“I think I might have a solution for that...”

.oOo.

Chapter Text

.oOo.

“So tell me how the Avengers end up invited to a little girl's tea party?”

“Don't you have a cake to frost?”

“Only if my brother comes to help me.”

“Well, your brother happens to be a little over 9 months pregnant.”

“Nothin' I haven't done.”

Rebecca gave him a look. Bucky couldn't help the smile and slight laugh before giving another attempt.

“With gigantic twins?”

“Not even full term, and you're a... Lycanthrope? Now. I think you can handle it.”

Bucky gave a sigh but got up to follow.

“Doesn't mean I want to. And at this point, I thought you woulda known, everything that's happened so far? Steve. Steve's the reason.”

Rebecca gave a laugh. “Would you say that's a good or bad thing?”

Bucky was quiet a moment but gave a small smile. It was a good thing... She was setting him up with a few bowls to help her flat frost. That he could do, the decorations would be all her. There were 2 different types of green cakes, cream colored cakes, and 3 different types of frosting.

“I'm so confused, what am I doing?”

“Lorna liked 3 different flavors of cake the most, I told her she didn't have to decide cause I knew just what to do. Especially with a tea party theme. I just decided to make mini cakes instead.”

“Cupcakes?”

“No. There's a difference, Buck. These are mint, they'll get the chocolate frosting, and I was really surprised she actually wanted the dark chocolate frosting, but she did.”

“Becca, anything you touch in the kitchen is like an orgasm for your taste buds.”

She stared at him a moment.

“I'm glad I took you away from those kids.”

“Good luck takin' me away from mine~.”

“Well, they've got Steve to balance you out. You'll probably send them to me anyway when they end up walkin' in on the two a you.”

Bucky snorted. Yeah, probably. Oh god, that would be a situation.

“Alright. So the mint cakes get the dark chocolate satin glaze. Just pour it over, simple. The cream ones are honey cakes. Those get the rose and lavender honey Swiss buttercream, just cover em' even. It's the light purple one. The last ones are pistachio. Those get the almond whipped cream.”

Bucky gave a nod and got started, and sure enough, as he finished them, Becca decorated. The chocolate mint cakes got a small piece of chocolate, probably with mint filling, a chocolate rose and a mint rose in fondant, and sugared mint leaves, as well as pearl sprinkles for an accent on the edges. The honey cakes got a drippy rose glaze on their edge that webbed like a rose toward the center, and honeyed and cubed fruit that looked like gems in the center along with a pretty pink fondant rosebud. The pistachio almond cakes got a simpler shelled border of more whipped cream, though mixed with almond meal for a slightly darker color and different texture, some chopped pistachio sprinkles, and an extra big, full bloom of a pretty green rose.

They were all ridiculously pretty, and knowing Becca, they would taste better than they looked.

And she worked faster than Bucky, somehow.

“Come on, Buck. I need the next one.”

“How... are you working faster than me? You got more work to do.”

“When you do something for 50 years, it gets to be second nature.”

“Alright, alright, here.”

They quietly worked for a little while. Becca finally spoke as she was finishing up the last chocolate cake.

“You know, I was surprised she actually liked the chocolate at all, no one seems to bat an eye. It's not bad for you? With the...”

“Oh. No. It's not. I asked Steve about that too, apparently, some wolves have a mild allergy to it, but it's very uncommon, and he only knows that because he used to have it. Not anymore though.”

“Hm. That's good, I guess. I swear, it's like you guys are from an alien planet.”

“Who knows. I'll ask Moony sometime.”

“One a your wolf friends?”

“Yup.”

“Hey! How goes the progress with my neice's cake—cakes?”

“Jesus... how big are your hands?”

Cain raised a brow but held them up.

“Perfect. You'll have the most stable grip on the tray. Just 3 more, and all of em' will be done.”

He walked over taking a look before a big grin plastered onto his face. “This is to match the tea party isn't it.”

“And because birthday girl couldn't decide, she's just so cute, I couldn't resist.”

“You know they'll want to pay you for this.”

“Naahh... it's been a long time since I've had this much fun. I think I needed this as much as you did. Plus, I got to spend time with my brother and his new pack.”

“Let me rephrase that. They are going to pay you for this. Incredibly well. Because Charles doesn't know the value of a dollar, and Erik will not give you the choice to decline.”

Rebecca laughed. “Bucky was right, you're a fun one.”

Bucky finished the last few cakes and Rebecca got on decorating them. There were frosting and cake crumbs from leveling and shaving left. Becca told him to dump the crumbs into their respective matching frostings. There wasn't much left, but she gave him a spoon and told him to pick a bowl. She chose pistachio, Bucky rolled his eyes and picked chocolate. She offered Cain the last one, and surprisingly enough, he took it.

And very much enjoyed it.

“Mmm, fuck. This is amazing. Is this Swiss meringue buttercream?”

“Yes, it is. You know, I didn't picture someone like you to have a sweet tooth.”

He just about cleaned the bowl before speaking. “Are you kidding? Charles is the boring dolt. My sweet tooth had him convinced I'd get cavities, but I've still got all my pearly whites in perfect condition.”

“Yeah, almost like shark teeth comin' from a guy as big as you.”

“Bucky.”

“You know, Lorna wanted me to dress up as a shark, before Charles told her it wouldn't match the theme of her party. It's why we settled on the light grey suit. I woulda done it too. But his mate's even less fun than he is.”

Speaking of mates...

Steve stepped in because he had been looking for Bucky and immediately gave that curious puppy look.

“Hi Stevie~.”

His mate raised a brow before heading over and the first thing Bucky did was put the spoon in his mouth and watch him melt with the taste of it. It took some work to get it back but he could only smile at the fact.

“Ugh, that red head was right, you two are worse than my brother and his mate. Since I'm done, is it safe to take the cakes out?”

“Yup! I won't have to worry about any missing from the tray will I?”

“No. Truth be told, I don't really have to eat. I just like to. I'll wait for everyone else before I take my own though.”

“What a gentleman! Then you're golden. What about you two, should I clear the room?”

“Not unless you want us to have sex on the kitchen counter.”

“Bucky.”

“Bucky...”

Bucky just smiled because Becca and Steve had both said that at the same time before blushing, giving a sigh, a half smile and shrug at the fact. Then a stern look at Bucky. Cain left with the tray, Becca finished her bowl to help set up, and for Cain to bring out the tea. Bucky and Steve stayed back a moment to finish the bowl together.

“Your ears and tail are gone...”

“Yeah, we already thanked Charles for that.”

Steve was quiet a moment.

“I kinda miss them...”

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave a snort. Of course he would.

“Come on. Let's go sing happy birthday to the mint leaf.”

.oOo.

The rest of the party went off without a hitch. And for a little girl, it was all surprisingly calm. But she did pick the tea party theme and wanted everyone to be prim and proper. Not surprising with who her dad was.

Bucky was holding Wanda, Steve holding Pietro as they sang for the ecstatic little girl between her parents and family.

Small claps, quiet and posh when she blew out her candles on her special mini cakes in a fancy little 3 tiered stand.

The party continued with everyone enjoying the very perfect cakes for her perfect little tea party. Cain sat back and had small sips of tea, since that was in fact endless. He was in the middle of taking a sip in one of those small cups that looked obnoxiously tiny in his hands when he caught her staring at him with one eye and doing the same. He paused. Then put one pinky out to continue and got her giggling again.

Thor made it, which was great for pretty much any of the other wolves and kiddies at the school.

Wade, oddly enough, had been on his best behavior. But he did have a soft spot for kids, and he seemed distracted by something.

He'd been staring at Logan the whole time. But Bucky only noticed when Jan pointed it out. Still, Wade didn't look like he was smitten, more like... He handed off Wanda to her aunt before heading over.

“Wade...?”

“Shh-sh-shhhh... I'm observing the grumpy senior in his not so natural habitat.”

Bucky stared blankly. What's... with the Australian accent.

“Now. So far I've noticed. He's very uncomfortable around children. Squeamish almost, but not quite. It appears as if he's scared he might break one a the little buggers, just from a slight touch. At the same time, he thinks no one has noticed. But every chance he gets, he catches a glance of his furry blue buddy. Looking almost longingly... like he wants to fuck him.”

Oh god.

It was quiet enough with no children in the general area to not chastise him for. And Bucky of all people couldn't even say anything regarding potty mouths. But he did catch Cain now staring at them with a very distinct, and confused, 'what' face. Bucky shook his head slightly and shrugged.

“I reckon his blue buddy hasn't noticed. Might be givin' him a bit of blue balls, which is a damn shame because I'm sure the grumpy senior has a nice pair of smooth criminals down under. Oh. Oh! What's happenin' now... it appears that he's... about to sneeze.”

Logan did sneeze. And then seemed to catch wind of Wade watching him because he turned in their direction with an angry face.

And of course, Wade attempted to deflect being caught by turning to Bucky, and definitively not caring for his volume.

“So have you started lactating yet? I think Jug Jug might've drank all the milk.”

At which Cain frowned. And Logan gained a 'what' face, before remembering why he was angry and coming after Wade.

“Hey!”

Needless to say, Wade ran. And Steve came over at the comment. Bucky just had him sit down before leaning on his mate.

“He's been good up until now, I'm sure Logan has it covered...”

“He better...”

They both looked up at Cain.

“I promised my niece 'no fighting'. Logan made no such promises.”

Bucky couldn't help the snort.

.oOo.

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.oOo.

10 months. Little over it. 44 weeks. 11 moon cycles.

Bucky was not in the slightest worrying about whatever the fuck was going on at work. Nope. Not one bit.

In fact, he was perfectly happy doing some nesting or other with his Omega lingering around and hovering over him.

It was a rainy day, pretty quiet. So everyone was more or less sticking to their own den and or floor.

Al and Wade were probably in the common area watching TV or something. Tony and Howard were for sure in the lab. Maybe Rhodey or Hank there too. Probably. Natalia was probably doing something with Jan and Maria. Maybe with Thor joining them for whatever it was. Point being. It was a pretty peaceful day for the pack.

Bucky of course, was sitting crisscrossed in the gap of his Omega's crisscrossed legs, while being lightly scented by his happy mate, both of those strong arms held gently on his belly, while he looked through a catalog.

Specifically of baby stuff.

When he ran out of things to clean or rearrange (really, have Steve rearrange at this point), his nesting instincts went toward preparing. Something they'd maybe been a little bit lacking on.

Rebecca had asked them if they thought of names back at the party and that about sent Bucky's brain for a loop. Because they hadn't really thought of names, and while sure, they still had time, he realized they hadn't really done anything to make sure they were prepared for the pups.

And Bucky blamed the little shits entirely for it, because he was pretty damn sure he was hormonal and horny all the time because of them.

Jesus, where had Winter gone? They were already rearing toward the late part of Spring. And once Summer came around... the twins'd be born... as in. He'd give birth to them. And then he'd actually have kids to take care of. And he'd breastfeed them. He thought his chest had been fillin' out before, but now???

This was such a weird experience.

And yet...

He gave a sigh leaning back against Steve's chest. Steve gave a light whine and held him closer.

He was so done with being pregnant but he for sure wasn't ready to have them. Of all the things he'd never expected or wanted to do was being pregnant. And he was pretty sure before that having a penis meant he was home free for this, but, well... apparently not.

He guessed he shouldn't complain considering he hadn't had half the struggles most women would going through this (despite the other stuff he had to deal with). But how much bigger could these 2 pups get?

Steve nuzzled his neck and Bucky placed his hands over Steve's on his belly. Staring down at it...

A year was too long to be pregnant, he didn't care what Charles said. Shy a day of one his ass. He wanted his body back. He wanted his abs back without the damn fanciful stretchmarks, or the stupid cutie mark on his ass. He wanted his damn scars back the way they were. He wanted his body to be just his again and—...

One of the pups kicked and the anger that had been sparking faltered. Another kick from the other and it completely deflated... then took a different turn.

“Buck?”

Bucky didn't say anything but he knew there were tears welling at his eyes. He blinked them away.

“Buck...”

Steve probably got an influx of all kinds of emotions through the bond just now. Enough to confuse him. Bucky let himself go lax in his arms, tossing the catalog aside before placing his hands over Steve's again and feeling the pups inside... Then he gave another sigh through his nose.

“There's nothing in that damn catalog I like.”

“Nothing that spoke to your instincts?”

“Nope.”

He popped the 'p'.

They were both quiet a moment before Bucky spoke again.

“I don't think I'm ready to be a parent.”

“We still have 2 moon cycles before either of us reaches that mark...”

“Your optimism isn't appreciated, Steve.”

“I think they like it.”

Bucky gave a huff. Of course they did. They were the stupid reason he couldn't even be mad. Apart from Steve. Steve was about every guy or gal's wet fucking dream, and Bucky was still about wondering why he was stickin' around. The being knocked up thing set aside... And the mated for life thing.

Bucky blew a breath and a tuft of hair out of his face. There was another beat of silence between them. Just feeling the pups in his belly.

“We could... maybe go out to the store?”

Bucky was quiet for a moment. That actually wasn't a bad idea. Despite the rain, which was very light anyway, some fresh air and walking might help. He waited a moment for Steve to let up before walking over to put on some jorts that Maria had adjusted for him..

That was another thing, he'd taken to not wearing pants lately... who knew it would be so comfortable and freeing?

He was already wearing a loose, thin fabric hoodie that about had no choice but to hug the baby bump at this point. A gentle hug with a light looseness, and dear god he never thought he'd wear anything this big for any reason, but a hug nonetheless.

Yeah, there was no hiding his pregnancy at this point.

Steve changed his pants to normal jeans, kept the t-shirt, but put on a soft hooded jacket and baseball cap. Along with some shoes.

Bucky wiggled his toes in the carpet staring a minute but then just slipped on some flip flops. Definitely not even gonna bother with tackling that or asking for help. The last thing he did was tie his hair up and they were ready to go.

Still a little weird to think Captain America was his boyfriend, too. Steve gave him that same, small and sweet, signature puppy smile and Bucky couldn't help the smile back.

.oOo.

“Mmm... how bout this one?”

“...”

“Jesus Christ, you're even pickier than I am. We gotta pick sometime before they're born, preferably.”

“I just—... whatever you like is fine, Buck.”

Bucky gave a huff. There were things he was mildly okay with, better than that damn catalog, not necessarily anything he really wanted for his pups. He guessed he could figure Steve would feel the same, wanting the best for them. Steve seemed to gauge him quietly before speaking.

“We could take a break for now... get some food... maybe taking our minds off it could help.”

“Well, I won't say no to that. Considering...”

Yeah, considering the 2 little munchkins sapping his energy and throwing his life off balance. He leaned on Steve a bit as his mate led him to a table and went to get food for the 2 of them. 4 of them... Might as well be by now with how big the twins had gotten. And still hadn't stopped fucking growing.

He leaned back in his chair, settling down the pups as they pawed him from the inside. Mostly people watching. Which he hadn't done in a while but, society was still weird, so people were either trying to awkwardly avoid staring or flat out staring very rudely.

Huh.

That guy looked kinda familiar. Bucky furrowed his brows. The guy had on a mean scowl and was with a couple other guys. Eh. Nothing came to mind, so Bucky went back to resting.

Only, scowly over there seemed to grow a pair and walk over.

“Well, look who it fuckin' is.”

Bucky raised a brow. “I don't know, who is it?”

That seemed to make him angrier. Ooohhhh. Really? This guy, Bucky smirked. Might as well have some fun.

“You seem a bit upset, am I supposed to recognize you?”

“You're the freak who cut me off!”

“Funny, I don't think that's how road rules work. And I'm a bit concerned on how you got your license. I do remember you, you just jogged my memory. You're the guy who can't drive for shit.”

That frustrated him enough to not quite get the words out. Red in the face. One of his buddies had to calm him down and seemingly hold him back? Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You better watch your tongue freak! You ain't got no little old ladies to protect you!”

“Huh. I don't think that's what stopped you last time? I still have the metal arm, in case you were curious. But if it wasn't obvious, I'm not really in a mood or condition to beat the shit out of someone. I'll still do it. But I really don't want to. So you might have to take it up with my boyfriend, and I kinda doubt he wants to either.”

“You're a fuckin' freak and a faggot!”

Bucky blinked uncaringly.

“That means... bundle of sticks. Your vocabulary seems to be a bit lacking. I'm starting to have serious doubt and concern for the American education system.”

“Now listen here—.”

“Freak? Nooo, I really don't want to. But he might.”

They heard a low rumble of a growl as Bucky gestured behind the men with his chin. And if there was a gold flash in his eyes that might've unsettled them or something fizzling throught the bond, Bucky wouldn'ta noticed. He was getting pretty good at this shit. And Steve's response was fuckin' beautiful. He stood there arms crossed, very much not happy. Very much not slouching. Very much muscles bulging under his clothes. Shirt too tight and maybe a fang or 2 showing. The glow in his eyes was definitely there. He was pissed. Bucky had to consciously make sure his tail wouldn't show up just to start wagging.

Bucky may not be as intimidating in his current state (given how much it's softened him up, physically and other). Steve on the other hand...

Needless to say, those men got out of there quick.

Steve looked at them run with a frown before turning to Bucky with a look of general disappointment.

“Bucky—.”

“So whad ya get me big guy?”

Steve gave a sigh but opened the bag he brought over and handed Bucky a sandwich. Two actually, pretty big. Smelled like pork, or one did. As it proved to be. Pulled pork to be exact. BBQ with grilled pineapples and onion, as well as some coleslaw (the vinaigrette kind). There was a hint of coconut likely from whatever marinade they'd used on the pork and a deep smokey flavor. Which meant Stevie was being a good mate and answering the craving for Hawaiian that Bucky for some fucking odd reason (Wade) had. And it was fuckin' amazing. The other had grilled chicken, a more plain variety of vegetables but a lot of them, and the mustard seed spread was a nice touch.

All in all, Steve was prone to doing the kinda stuff that would get him laid on a day to day basis. Without even trying.

Although, now he was looking at Bucky with that concerned puppy face. Bucky looked up. Quiet and wide eyed.

Steve sighed.

“You can't be doing that to civilians, Buck.”

“He started it.”

“Bucky—.”

“I don't really get why you—... we have to hide what we are from the public.”

“That's not what this is about.”

“Yes it is. Steve, he came over here to insult me. Why should I have to take that? Or what about someone who can't. That kinda shit isn't okay.”

“But you know better and can be better, Bucky. You were provoking him further—.”

“Because I shouldn't have to take that. Everything I am right now is normal for me. And the world doesn't know it, so guys like that get to walk around with their dicks on display? Maybe he needs to be knocked down a few pegs.”

“Not by you. It's not your place to play judge and it's not your job to mother everyone you see. And do you think stooping to his level is gonna make anything better? Doing worse just makes you a bully.”

Bucky looked at Steve, slightly wide eyed and surprised but with a somewhat blank expression. Steve's own expression softened before he gave a sigh and the frustration through the bond softened up as well. Bucky blinked a few times, looking down at the remainder of his food.

“Is it... shameful? To be what we are?”

“No, Bucky... You're right. You shouldn't have to take that... but this isn't our world, it's theirs. And we made a promise to protect them... because if we don't—...”

Steve cut himself off and didn't say anything else... what did that mean? Every time he broached the subject of their species in this sort of way, he got quiet about it, and it was starting to worry Bucky.

“Steve?”

Steve gave a breath before giving him a gentle and sad smile.

“Do you wanna try again... lookin' at baby stuff?”

He hadn't touched his sandwich...

“Are you gonna eat that?”

“Uh... no? I'm not... not really hungry.”

Neither was Bucky... he was full at this point, but he finished the last bite of his own food before putting Steve's still wrapped up sandwich back in the baggy. They were both quiet a good while before Steve spoke up.

“You know he doesn't matter... at the end of the day, you're still you, and he's still a dick. I just know you're better than him... and I like seein' you prove it...”

Bucky gave a small huff of a laugh, knowing his cheeks were a little flushed now. He leaned on his mate again, open to accepting the support at this point, and happy to let their hands drift together and intertwine.

“You would... But I already told you I'ma shit person, Rogers. And I got you to spoil me rotten anyway if I do somethin' bad. So.”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

Steve gave him a kiss that lingered a minute.

It was almost scary... how easy this was. All the other time's had been different.

All the other time's he'd been in...

He'd been in...

He'd been in what...?

He let himself get distracted with shopping. Which was easy. They had 2 pups to worry about spoiling. And from the looks of it... Steve would be very good at that...

They'd managed to pick out a few soft baby outfits. And yes, they were absolutely going to match their twins.

He seemed to be more interested in the plain cribs.

“Steve?”

That surprised him a little.

“Ah-uh... sorry. It's just... I'm not sure any of the others would be able to hold up against them...”

Bucky raised a brow.

“Wolf pups tend to get... really strong. Really fast. The others for sure wouldn't last very long, the simpler designs opt for us to reinforce it at least.”

Steve seemed to trail off as he spoke, and Bucky watched him check over each design and price tag. He gave a faint smile before going to find someone who could maybe help them out a bit. He ended up finding a younger girl who was putting some stuff away. And admittedly, being patient with people that were a little freaked out? Kinda fun. But then, always had been. They just weren't as afraid of him anymore.

“Hey.”

She almost stumbled but Bucky steadied the ladder.

“Um... yes? How can I help you?”

Shy and cute... he kinda wanted one like that. Jesus Christ, these 2 weren't even out yet...

“Plainest crib you got? Something big enough for twins with a solid basic framework.”

She gave pause a moment seeming to think but then gave a small smile before leading him over to... pretty much exactly what would work.

“Perfect.”

He gave a sigh looking over at Steve, who was looking like a big puppy with his head tilted as he looked at one of the displays. Somethin' way too fancy that for sure wouldn't hold together. He looked amazingly confused in that adorable way he did.

“Is he... um... your husband?”

“Ha. In this day and age? Not legal just yet but it probably should be. Father a my kids and boyfriend though, yes. Would you mind if I yelled in your store?”

She blushed and her eyes widened before she went and got Steve for him. What a doll. He'd have to tell her boss to give her a raise. Or... have Steve do it. Yeah, that might be the better option. Considering. Plus, everyone liked Steve, he'd probably actually get her the raise.

They were able to make a few other selections. Baby clothes or other. And then they checked out.

Hearing her voice had left him a little shaken.

Seeing her—.

“Buck?”

He hadn't even realized he was trembling. “I—... I'm sorry. Can I go wait in the car?”

Steve seemed a little surprised but more concerned. “Yes, of course.”

He handed him the key and Bucky left a little faster than he pictured himself to be able to. And all he could think about when he got to the car was calming himself down.

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“Buck...?”

There was deep concern in Steve's voice. Which wasn't really surprising. Bucky hadn't spoken a word to him since he left the store. And he'd been tense and nervous, knowing Steve could read the signs without the bond. And instead of stopping to overlook what they bought, he went straight up to their room.

And Steve had given him space, a moment to cool down. Probably taking the time to bring everything up... and had about finished.

But knowing Steve, his worry outweighed his desire to let Bucky be alone. And Bucky...

He honestly didn't know what to feel about that right now...

He felt the bed dip and a weight against his back, and he could feel the anxiety through the bond. And guilt that meant Steve thought whatever had happened was somehow his fault. Bucky curled in on himself, feeling guilty in his own right. Because Steve didn't deserve to feel that way when it had nothin' to do with him.

“I'm sorry...”

Bucky felt his heart speed up but he didn't say anything. For some reason, he couldn't.

“I know what I said was harsh... you don't deserve that, Buck, you don't... and it's not shameful to be what we are... I just... I don't want you to forget that you were human too... I don't ever want you to forget that...”

Bucky looked back over his shoulder. Steve's back was against his, so his mate was facing the other way. He managed to uncurl himself a little, apparently, the babies didn't like that all too much, being smooshed up in there, and they stretched out just so he would too. He took a breath, and stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“That's not what... set me off. You were right that... I shouldn't take advantage of what I am to use it against someone who... could never hope to fight back. Even if he was a dick. It's not fair to do that...”

“Then... what did?”

Bucky was quiet another long moment, he felt Steve shift his position to sit up and he rolled on to his back and glanced at him. He let out a chuckle but it was humorless. And he choked up at the end.

“Saw an ex... didn't think...didn't think seeing her would affect me as much as it did... she was... one of the special ones...”

“She left a mark...”

Yeah. That was one way to put it...

Bucky glanced over at Steve until his mate laid down next to him, taking his hand at the offer and holding it more firmly than he expected. Steve held back just as tight. He didn't ask either. He never pressed. And Bucky loved that about him. Steve was... Steve was... he deserved to know. Bucky wanted him to know.

He felt one of the pups kick and soothed the spot, a faint smile passing his face.

“This isn't... the only time I've had parenthood staring me in the face...”

Steve looked at him but didn't say anything. Bucky turned on his side to face him more directly.

“I've been alive... a pretty long time... you don't get through that unscathed. Not without a couple pregnancy scares... Before you say anything—.”

Steve just shook his head, clearly holding back the smile, Bucky narrowed his eyes before sighing and continuing.

“I've had a couple girlfriends here and there... I know I told you that Natalia was one and I was... surprised by how okay you were with that.”

“Everyone's got past relationships... doesn't mean you hafta burn any bridges just for the fact.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes again. “You've fucked someone you're friends with. That I met. We'll come back to that cause we're talkin' about me now.”

Steve's blush was all he needed for confirmation. And despite himself Bucky smirked. Then gave a soft sigh.

“I... didn't really think I could have a family... or that I would. I didn't really... want one. Per say... not that... it's easy to take care of other peoples' kids. You don't have to worry about fuckin' em' up beyond repair. Discipline's not your job, you get to spoil em'... a baby is something... pretty delicate. I'm used to breaking delicate things without really trying... so I was always terrified at the idea of... havin' my own kids.” Bucky could feel the slight worry from Steve seeping into the bond. “With you... I'm still scared but... you make everything seem so easy... despite all the crazy shit that's happened, it's like it was meant to... do not bring up Marc, I swear to god, Steve.”

Steve didn't hold back the shit eating grin he had there. Bucky gave another sigh.

“I... kinda got that chance, a couple years back. To make a long story short. Kid turned out not to be mine.”

“How'd you find out?”

“Zola. I like to keep my private life private and he's fuckin' nosey. I guess in the end, it turned out for the best, but... all he had to do was mention the serum. Still, I knew that kid a fuckin' year, he might as well have been my son. My actual son is more of a dick than him. Though I guess his other parent is less of a bitch...”

Steve gave a soft smile.

“Was it her you saw?”

“No. If it were her, wouldn't have been a problem. There were... 2 other girls that were actually pregnant when those little scares happened. The most recent. She was a stoner, pretty nice girl, definitely fun to be with, have around. We weren't committed, so she was honest straight off the bat, knowing who the father was based on the time frame. Got serious when she found out. I'da said 'hi' if it had been her though. I think... there was only one girl I actually got pregnant... Sweet. Very shy... pretty much the 'good girl' type... definitely wouldn't introduce me to her dad.”

“Yeah, I probably wouldn't either.”

Bucky smirked and raised a brow. “Isn't that supposed to be the other way around, here?”

“Wouldn't take you home to my ma, either.”

Bucky couldn't help the laugh. He really... Steve was...

“For what it's worth, my dad woulda probably loved you. But... getting back on topic, she was always prim. Proper. She didn't make mistakes, not normally. So I was... surprised when it happened. I actually... cared about her. In more ways than I ever did the other girls, so I wanted to do right by her. She went and got an abortion before I could blink. And I could understand that, I woulda been there for her. Her body, her choice in the end... She told me she didn't want kids, not then, not ever, had to focus on her studies, her career... but she didn't talk to me about it and...”

“You saw her...”

“Yeah... she said it was better we break up after that and... shit, Steve, I think I might have actually loved her... None a that's what hurts though... I moved on. I kinda had to...” Bucky paused for a moment. “She had 2 kids with her, the ring on her finger, and the same guy with her she'd always complain about her dad tryin' to get her to marry... so I guess she eventually followed through with that... I don't really know what I was expecting but... I guess I thought she was different? I liked that she was honest with me... a lot of the girls I dated had somethin' to lie about, and maybe that was they're way of getting back at me for being such a shitty boyfriend. Natalia lied out the wazoo, and I'm pretty sure it was part way cause it was fun for her... Or maybe I just liked too many girls that were like her...”

Steve gave a smirk. He knew.

“When she told me why she did it, that was the only time I wasn't sure about what she was saying and whether or not she was telling the truth... I guess now I just know she left out the part where she didn't want kids or a life or a future with me... “

Steve was quiet a moment.

“She come from a rich family?”

“Yeah... I wanted to believe she had made the decision on her own... but no matter which way you put it, it's fucked up. If daddy dearest got involved and it's not her fault... she got hurt in more ways than one because a me. If he's not involved... I guess the innocent girl I knew grew up to be the thing she lamented...”

“What about you...?”

Bucky was quiet a moment as he looked at Steve. Steve had placed a hand on his belly which Bucky brought his other hand over, feeling the pups inside...

“I think I'm doin' okay...”

“Then maybe worry about yourself for now... you got a right to be happy. Even if she's not... or if she is.”

Bucky gave a small huff before leaning in to be held by his mate. This being emotional shit was stupid. But he really... Steve was—.

“You ever date any guys?”

Bucky pulled back and raised a brow.

“Not really. I mean, there was one—.”

He cut himself off, realizing Steve just opened up a whole 'nother can a worms.

“You're not bothered by this whole me being a guy thing? I would've never expected someone like you to... wouldn't you have prefered...”

Steve raised a brow and gave a smile before giving Bucky a quick kiss on the forehead and pulling him in.

“To be honest, I never really understood why humans put so much stock in the whole one man, one woman thing. It didn't really matter to me so long as the 2 people were happy.”

“Alrighty then, big guy, where's your track record lead?”

“Definitely a lean towards people who can handle a knot but can't get pregnant... it... doesn't always happen but is pretty hard to explain, so it was much easier that way...”

Bucky bit his lip, so someone his own species, and... The person popped into his head like a light bulb had just been clicked on.

“Logan?”

Steve looked at him with wide eyes and the faintest blush he had seen on him. Which was good, because any deeper and he might have to kill them both.

“No way, how does that even work? Who topped?”

Steve looked away and did not answer or give any indication of one. Oh, Bucky was very intrigued.

“Did you guys fight to see who would or somethin'?”

Steve blew out a breath of a sigh. “Other way around actually... we got into some pretty heated arguments about it, now that I think about it... the... um...”

Of course they would, they fought over who got to bottom.

“I know where the prostate is, but you've never asked me to... Jesus Christ, Stevie, is there a whole side a you I don't know about?”

“Well, the dynamic between us is pretty different from that... You always seem to enjoy yourself so much, I was worried you wouldn't be into it.”

“Ouch, there's a blow to my ego. And here I thought my vagina was just that great. I've actually been meaning to ask you to stick it up my ass, I was waiting to see if you would ask. Probably not right now, but sometime I am not ballooned up with your kids, I would love to experiment with you, Stevie~.”

Steve seemed at a loss for words for a moment before he started laughing.

“So who won more?”

That made him blush again and give pause before another smile. “We were pretty even but Logan's not afraid to fight dirty...”

“You're shitting me.”

“What about you? Your relationship with one guy, how did that go?”

“Extremely awkwardly. I've been attracted to guys, but approaching them has always been... difficult. The one I dated was cute, nice. But he was a little too much like a girl, and it kinda threw me off... If I was lookin' to be with a guy, I sorta... wanted to be dominated... not dominate.”

“Kinda figured. You dated Natasha.”

“She was my favorite. Apart from you maybe, but you've got a 12 inch cheat.”

Steve snorted. But seemed to come back down to a softer expression...

“What about you... you were human. I know this wasn't...”

“It probably bothers me less than I expect it to? Considering the time I grew up in... but that asshole called me a faggot and it... didn't really bother me, not the way I would expect, I guess? Apart from his lack of intelligence. And granted, I was never expecting this, but... I think I might just be happy I got this big softie to knock me up... that girl at the store asked if you were my husband... honestly kinda wish you were...”

Steve seemed surprised at that but gave a soft smile. “I wish that too...”

“Do wolves do that? Other than mating, I mean?”

“In some ways... there's not a whole lot I remember from... it might be better to ask Marc.”

“Tell me about you then... remembering that I was human seems to be important to you. Not a whole lot of other wolves seem to care as much...”

Steve gave pause a moment, enough that Bucky hesitated.

“If you're ready... you don't have to—.”

“I was born a Delta-level...”

Bucky quietly looked at his mate, sitting up slightly.

“A wolf that can't shift. That's what... a Delta or Theta is. Delta for those stuck in human form. Theta for those stuck as wolves. Pups born this way are never kept. Instincts react to them differently... which can make it dangerous for them to stay with the pack. At the same time, we live a lot longer than humans or wolves, on either side of the spectrum. About as much as a normal Lycan...”

“Charles didn't tell me that...”

“Because he probably doesn't know it. A lot of information got lost during the migration... The way the system works... An Alpha is always the center. They unify the pack, and tend to be the most fertile. If male, always a bearer, if female, never a sire. Betas come next. They're the most helpful, reliable. A well rounded dynamic with the unique ability to calm others. They typically took the roles of aids and advisors. They'd catch glimpses of things people might miss and leaned towards bearers. Lambdas are scholars, they tend to be curious. They don't really lean, but there's not a lot of them. Sigmas are healers, and the secondary form of protectorate. They lean toward sires, but not very strongly. A bearer male is still pretty rare among them though, but there's still not that many of them. Gammas fill in the gaps, the holes where they need to be. They don't really lean, whether sire or bearer is pretty random, but there's a lot more of them than most of the other dynamics. Omegas are the most common. Always sires if female, never bearers if male. We line up the outskirts of the pack, and there have to be enough of us for full coverage... always the soldiers...”

Steve took another pause before continuing.

“Deltas and Thetas... they don't fit with the rest. They're the outliers... Keeping them throws off the balance, messes with our instincts and can make a pack hostile amongst themselves. It's like their pheromones don't 'click', and they send out the wrong signals... so it's for their own safety as much as everyone else's. My mother... my biological one... she was the last Alpha they had, the last one born in over 300 years, but she... she had trouble having me. Which wasn't supposed to happen. And on top of that, I came out all wrong—.”

“Steve... nothing about you is wrong...”

“Only cause a the serum.”

“Not just cause a the serum. I woulda dated you 90 pounds soaking wet if that was how I met you... Steve, you're so much more than what the serum gave you, and unless it drastically changed your cock and stamina, and you know what, even if it did... I woulda gladly loved the little guy you used to be just the same as I do you...”

Steve seemed surprised in a different way Bucky was expecting and it wasn't until his next words that Bucky realized his slip.

“Do you... love me?”

Bucky's eyes widened. His heart clenched and started pounding.

He did, didn't he... he loved Steve.

He loved Steve.

Steve was his love, his protectorate, his mate, and the father of his children. And he didn't just love him, he was in love with him.

So fighting off the smile and the tears that welled up as he looked at his mate seemed pretty pointless. And it felt good to say it for once...

“Yeah... I love you... I love you, Steve...”

The kiss that followed surprised Bucky, but it was something they both needed. That same heated passion he always knew, had gotten used to, but somehow so much more at the same time. They held each other close and tight for a little while, just enjoying the company, the heat between their bodies, not really worrying about the conversation they were having. That could wait.

“For the record, my dick didn't really change all that much... and your vagina is pretty great.”

Bucky couldn't help that he started laughing. He really really loved Steve.

It was cut off by a commotion they both heard on their floor that sounded like none other than Wade. They looked at each other before going to see what it was.

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“Ah! Shake me baby, but just don't break me!”

What they saw was Wade being manhandled my a distressed Moon Knight, who seemed to be... reading the writing in his skin. And somewhat upset.

“What's going on here?”

He looked up in surprise at Bucky before tossing the merc to the side pretty roughly.

“You must bite Schmidt.”

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Bucky hadn't wanted to come back to work. For any reason.

But even with Steve driving, Bucky still felt anxious and worried and all the things he said he wouldn't feel dealing with the pregnancy and whatever it was Hydra had going on within the confines of their building. He told himself he wouldn't get involved, told himself not to. Just relax and be pregnant, up until the pups get there. Zola and the others could handle themselves, Bucky knew that. So how was it that Marc had left him so shaken?

Between this and the dreams, and everything Marc had told him, it almost seemed like too much responsibility was being placed on his shoulders. Was Bucky really their best bet at this? He hardly felt like the most reliable person, especially as big as he'd gotten getting knocked up for being reckless. (Even if it was the first time, Bucky sure as hell didn't make it any better. He'd have to remind himself to get birth control looked into, maybe as a favor from Howard. Cause he knows for a fact he'll probably forget the condoms, if Steve can even fucking use em' that is.)

The wolf seemed so distressed and so... incredibly small curled in on himself in the back seat. Frightened like he'd seen something truly awful. And he'd made it sound like Schmidt was dying. Or that his death would make the rebirth of the Goddess a moot point. Or both, but the thought had Bucky more uncomfortable than he would've thought. Disregarding the fact that he could hardly think straight. He was 10 fucking months pregnant, he didn't need this right now. He didn't need this at any point in his life.

That anyone in his pack might die—...

He had no idea when he'd even started thinking of anyone in Hydra as his pack... or how far those thoughts even extended.

He had no idea how long it had even taken them to get there before he was walking through those walls, Wade, Marc, and Steve in tow. Zola seemed shocked and concerned to see him. Brock was with him but he seemed just fine, if surprised to see Bucky.

“Sgt. Barnes?”

“Where's Schmidt?”

That seemed to make him nervous or upset. Both possibly, but that mattered less than the answer to the question.

“I—... I'm sorry, he's asked I not involve you with this.”

Bucky recoiled slightly at the answer.

“Not to involve me with what, exactly? Because you don't just disappear with separate business without a pretty fuckin' important reason. What the hell is going on?”

“I cannot tell you, I apologize.”

“Then step aside.”

Zola didn't budge. And Brock seemed ready and able to block the way if necessary. The argument was brief before Bucky gave out a growl and did something he didn't know he could, something that made everyone flinch.

“I said MOVE or I'll fuckin' make you.”

It made Brock falter before doing just that, and Zola stare in surprise at the fact. Bucky hadn't noticed that Steve seemed off, like something was bothering him. He had since he'd entered the building, but Bucky was still surprised when he saw his mate take off running as a wolf. Ears down, seeming to be upset for a different reason. Even stranger that he seemed to know the direction Schmidt was in. Bucky pushed past them and followed his mate.

What he saw was about the last thing he was expecting. The last thing he ever expected.

His boss was laying down in a bed, in pain. Schmidt never showed a dime of skin apart from his face, but all he had was a medical gown and the blanket covering him the waist down. His skin... his skin.

It looked like it was faltering. Like it couldn't decide what it wanted to be. On the one hand, it looked repaired. But on the other, it would flicker with a bright red skeletal design imbued with it. His face was half covered by a pillow, but it seemed to do the same in almost something of a skull like mask. There was a bit of brown peach fuzz, as if his hair were trying to grow back and his eyes were glowing... golden.

From one hand, there was a small, black cut on his finger, and the black could be seen through his veins spreading up his arm. Like an infection.

Steve was whining submissively at a distance. Like he'd done something wrong, and Bucky's senses were flaring. A familiar scent lingering and...

Alpha.

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“What happened to him...?”

To say it had been difficult for Zola to settle Bucky down would have been an understatement. And even if he was calm, he wasn't exactly calm.

“This is all my fault... this is—. I didn't think—.”

Steve had turned back into his human form. And there was a clear distress from him. Zola finally spoke.

“It is not. I told him to tell you, Sgt. Barnes. He refused... He has been... keeping the transformation at bay with Wolfsbane... At first, his serum held it back. A small amount of the herb could be used to stabilize him... but...”

“What's happening to him?”

“He is dying... The venom was stronger than you anticipated, and the Wolfsbane has weakened him...”

Marc gave the answer. And he didn't seem any less distressed than when he'd gone to Bucky and Steve. Zola looked up.

“Yes.”

Bucky tried to process everything. Venom...

“Your mate is a handful and he has attempted to bite me 3 times.”

Attempted to...

“Not for Omegas like him... no. His bite is toxic, it's meant to kill.”

Bucky's breath hitched as he tried to calm himself down. Despite how dickish and awkward and just... flat out weird his boss was, it wasn't like Bucky wanted him dead, or hurt. And it wasn't like he didn't give a rat's ass about him. In some ways, he'd grown to care about most of Hydra. In lots of ways... but... Schmidt...

“Did he know? Bites from Omegas just make people sick, like bad venom. They're... meant to kill. My bite will heal him—.”

“He knew...”

Of course he knew. Schmidt was the type of nosey dick to know everything, even when it doesn't make sense, and even when he shouldn't.

Then why...?

“I... I don't understand. Why would he—, why didn't he tell me?”

Zola was quiet a long moment and it wasn't making anything better as Bucky waited for the answer.

“Your future held a better chance... without him. It was his decision.”

What?

Bucky felt anger pour over him. Alpha or not—.

“He doesn't get to make that call after every bit of bullshit he's put me through. Dying on me is not going to be one a those things added to that list. I can—... We can't do this without him...”

“Bucky is right.”

They both turned to Marc.

“While it may be true there are more possibilities of succeeding in stopping the Mad Titan should he die, all of them come at great cost. They barely hold as victories, and they are not worth his death. The only true victory... the only salvation necessitates his direct involvement... as one of our own. Without him, fate holds a much darker hand.”

That must have been why he was reading over Wade's skin...

“Did he grow a vagina too?”

Bucky frowned. Now wasn't the time for Wade to make any light of this.

“What? It's an honest question!”

There was a cough from both Zola and Brock, and their cheeks turned pink. That meant, yes. Which wasn't really necessary. If Schmidt was another Alpha... it meant he was also a bearer.

Bucky looked back over at his boss. The former shell of him at least. Zola had given him something to calm down, let him sleep, so he wouldn't be in as much pain. Everyone seemed to sober up pretty quick when he'd let out a groan. Steve was still a little ways away, nervous and upset, no doubt feeling guilty... he must've known it was his bite that turned Schmidt...

Bucky took a breath, looking over at Zola. He held the most somber expression Bucky had ever seen on him... and he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The man had been dealing with the possibility of his best friend dying. Bucky got a nod from him before taking Schmidt's hand... and sinking his teeth in.

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When Schmidt woke, the room was empty... save for... one person. His blood wasn't burning anymore and... he wasn't in pain. In fact... he felt fine. Good even. It was too bright though, that was for certain.

“Your senses are heightened now... you'll get used to it...”

He looked over to the source of the voice. Sgt. Barnes then... so... When he held up the hand, the dark veins were gone. His skin was... not red. But he wouldn't describe it as pristine either. Faded scarring decorated it, not like the Sgt., or his strange friend. The overtly talkative one. But... certainly not something simple. If he looked closely, it seemed to accent his joints. Where every bone connected, like a highlight on his skeletal system. His face didn't even feel the same... He sighed.

“Did Arnim tell you?”

“Marc.”

Schmidt was quiet a moment.

“How strange... I would think the Guardian would welcome my death...”

“He says your death isn't worth the cost of those possible victories. The only option we actually win means we need you.”

“I see...”

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Schmidt took a breath.

“That perhaps this wasn't what you needed given the pregnancy... that perhaps you would all fair better without my continued existence. Do not blame Steven, the scratch happened with the first bite, when he was still very hostile towards me. The later bites were much more playful, so I knew that it was not his intention to harm me.”

“Why didn't you tell me...”

Bucky sounded a lot more broken saying that than he wanted to.

“I have lived a life... nearly 90 with my mother over 100, and I never gave her any grandchildren... I am a man without a family. There are times that life feels... tedious, even for myself...”

“That's a fucking lie... first of all, you're still 4 years off from 90. And you have family... you have people that care about you...”

“My mother... has trouble remembering me... I thought it perhaps best to leave her with the memory of the boy she loved...”

“I care about you... Zola cares about you. Most of the people in Hydra at least care about you, even if it is because you've got cult leader charisma. People care about you... you're... I consider you part of my pack. That makes you family. Even if you are the off end of it that's been removed god knows how many times... I... want you to be around my kids... because as much as some of the shit you do infuriates me... I wouldn't be alive without Hydra... I wouldn't be with Steve... and I know there's a hell of a lot they can learn from you that I wouldn't be able to teach them...”

Bucky was quiet a minute... Schmidt seemed to be distracted, doing something.

“Wh—... what are you doing?”

Then it hit him.

“What the fuck are you doing???”

He stopped then.

“I apologize, it is simply so... strange. You may continue, I was listening. How have they faired in the recent months...?”

Bucky couldn't help himself, despite himself, he started laughing. It was a weird thing. Wade's transformation was quick and sudden, something about his healing factor speeding it along. Brock's took about 2 weeks. The vagina though, growing one was still pretty weird. And the first time it's there, confirming that it really is there always seems to be the first thought.

“I hope this means they fair well...”

Bucky gave a huff. “Yeah... they do...”

Schmidt gave a sideglance, looking at Bucky's belly.

“Huh. That is... a possibility for me, now.”

“Yeah... if you want it to be.”

“I'm not quite certain of how I feel about that.”

“I wasn't either at first...”

They were both quiet for a moment. Schmidt was the one who broke the silence.

“I should perhaps shower, I am quite sticky.”

“You smell too.”

“I suppose that would happen being sick in a bed for several weeks. I apologize for not telling you...”

“You're not forgiven... not till you do something to make it up to me... to them. Becca's holding a baby shower in about a month, I expect you to be there. With a gift of some sort.”

“The sheer horror that you would expect me to enjoy myself around people. I suppose I have no choice...”

“Damn right, you don't. Steve's not outta the doghouse just yet either. Even if he was scared or hostile, he knew what his bite would have done and I'd talked to him before about you not being evil...”

“Perhaps... do not treat him so harshly...”

With the stunt he pulled, yeah. Bucky was quiet as his boss got up and balled up the sheets to put them in the hamper, they needed a wash. He headed into the shower. And after a while, Bucky heard him call back over.

“I don't suppose there is any chance you might name one after me?”

Bucky couldn't help the small smile or snort that followed... maybe not Johann...

.oOo.

Settling down everything after that was relatively easy. Wade had gone to spend time with Bob, Marc stayed with them, and Bucky finally got to talk with Zola about that appointment. Calling Charles and Howard to finally set it up.

Steve was... quiet. The entire time. Which in all honesty, wasn't surprising. Bucky was trying to stay firm, but the more guilt he felt from Steve, the closer he came to crumbling.

His mate looked so ready to apologize for days, it was making Bucky feel guilty.

“Just... take me home...”

Steve didn't utter any complaints. Come to think of it, he never did.

He still didn't say anything to Steve when they got home. Neither did Steve.

Convincing Marc to stay was easy enough. All Bucky had to do was look at him really.

“Stay...”

Marc had given a nod, but Bucky guessed the awkward tension and what would have been added to it had he said 'no' had something to do with it. Come to think of it. That awkward tension was something everyone seemed to notice.

And it made everyone treat him like fuckin' glass and steer clear. Which Bucky might've noticed if he weren't so busy trying to figure out what the fuck to do or how to even... talk to Steve about it.

He was spending time numbing the bond, still unsure, and still very much getting all of the concern and submissive behavior from his protectorate.

He had no idea what to do. And it was driving him nuts.

.oOo.

“So you know how you get a particular itch... the kind you just have to scratch?”

Bucky sighed. “Yeah...”

In all honesty, he wasn't really listening to whatever it was Wade was talking about. Because he'd had that itch for the past 2 days, and he would be lying if he said it wasn't making him look at his boyfriend like a goddamn piece of meat.

God, he wanted it so bad. He wanted Steve to take him to their room and fuck him into such a daze that 3 days pass and Bucky has no idea they did. He wanted to tie Stevie to their bed and ride that cock until they made another baby~.

Ugh.

He was losing his goddamn mind.

It wasn't really like he wasn't talking to Steve. Or giving him the cold shoulder. He just... didn't know what to do. He felt like he had to do something about Steve biting Schmidt, but t was clear he was already guilty, and a sad sack, and very much sorry for it. Bucky ended up staring at Steve half the time, just trying to figure this out, only to come up with nothing. And to realize he was so horny it was ridiculous.

And to top it off, the horniness was frustrating him to no end. Both in the sense that it clouded his thoughts and didn't let him think about anything else, and that it made it impossible to be any kinda mad at Steve. Especially when he was such a good Omega who gladly gave Bucky excellent cock.

Steve seemed to be waiting for Bucky to give him some sort of reprimand, or maybe he thought the bond numbing was it...?

“And that my friend, is why you need to get yourself laid.”

He turned to Wade slightly annoyed but... that was the most sense he'd made in a long fucking while. Fuck it, he didn't like this anymore than Steve. And to be honest, numbing out the bond, even if slight and only to keep Steve out of his emotions while he comes up with something, has been bumming him out just as much.

It's exhausting, and pointless. He'd just told him he loved him and then that bullshit happens and now this. And knowing Steve, he'd go and find a way to make it up without Bucky even asking—.

Hold the phone.

Why did he not think of that before???

“Steve.”

Steve looked at him like a deer in headlights. Come to think of it, it had been a while since he had some good venison. Fuck. Now he had a craving. One thing at a time.

He didn't have to say much and Steve followed. And Bucky had to stop him from doing the first thing he would.

“Don't apologize. I already know you're sorry...”

He gave a sigh.

“I'm sorry I've been... numbing the bond. I just wasn't sure what to do. You bit him, but he's fine now.”

“But my bite could've killed him.”

“And it didn't...”

“Only cause you fixed it.”

“Steve.”

“He could've died and that would've been on me.”

“Ste—.”

“And I know his body was trying to turn him, but it's not exactly like that would have been painless.”

“Steve.”

“And after you told me he wasn't as bad as I thought, and I still reacted the way I did when—.”

Bucky pulled his mate down for a kiss that was maybe a little more desperate than he intended. But screw it, more than 12 hours without this was too long for him, let alone 48. He'd missed having his mate's mouth on his own. When they finally broke, Steve looked at him in surprise before it turned to slight concern and his cheeks tinged a bit of pink. Jesus Christ, Bucky needed to never EVER give Steve time to reflect on anything he did ever again. And he had thought Steve's puppy face and disappointment were bad.

“Steve... I love that you're kind, and caring, and you worry so much even when everything's turned out okay. But he made a decision too, don't forget that. Maybe worry about making up for that mistake sometime later... You could do him a favor. Maybe head out on a mission for him.”

Steve gave a slight wince but didn't say anything.

“Or... we could invite him over for a venison pot roast. I could use some fresh deer... right now though... I need you to do something else.”

Steve gave pause for a moment, looking at Bucky before wincing again. Like he wasn't convinced.

“But—.”

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

The blush on his face was priceless, but...

Let it be known that Steve was very good at following orders. He really gave Bucky no shortage of reasons for loving him...

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“Step on the scale, please.”

That was something Bucky hadn't done in a while. Come to think of it, he hadn't really been worried about his weight at all. Maybe he should have been... He was quiet. Staring at the numbers. Hank McCoy just seemed to be jotting them down no issue while Zola was taking a few other measurements. Schmidt, of course, had been doing his own research, and said he'd catch up on the details.

The exam itself was a lot more thorough this time, with Bucky getting much closer to his due date. Charles had been the one to suggest they weigh him and the babies. But they had also needed to take certain measurements regarding the surgery. He was asking Zola how much the metal in Bucky's system weighed.

Bucky couldn't help but look over at Steve. Steve was eating an apple.

“Steve...?”

“Mm?”

“How much do you weigh?”

“Human form? Roughly 390.”

Bucky furrowed his brows as he looked back down. That explained why he never used an elevator either, Bucky had never really been partial to them himself, but now? “Wolf?”

He probably wouldn't be going anywhere near one again.

“610.”

“Bipedal.”

“Mmm... 830-40?... Somewhere around there.”

Bucky looked over at him with a slightly incredulous smirk.

The scale read 431. And Bucky had known himself to be a little bit on the heavier side, but for him, that was insane. At least the normal human him. Or... more human than this.

“With everything considered, you appear to be at a healthy weight for yourself and the pups, love. When I first got pregnant, the change in weight came as a shock to me as well. I suppose if you haven't been checking a scale, it might be much more than simple shock. You're projecting again.”

“Shit...”

“If it makes you feel any better, Logan is a little over 500 on a regular basis in his human form.”

Bucky looked up and over at Hank and couldn't help the slight snort. Logan had an adamantium skeleton, so it made sense, but it was still a bit funny.

As if on cue, Logan walked through the door to raise a brow at Bucky's giggling. And it only served to make him laugh more trying to stifle it.

“Somethin' funny, bub?”

“McCoy just called you fat.”

Logan turned to Steve in surprise. Steve gave a smirk before continuing.

“To help my mate feel better about his current weight.”

Logan turned to Hank with a half smile, tongue in cheek. Hank gave an even and calm look back.

“Oh, did he now?”

The response was a bright smile from Beast that clearly held no shame. It got a good mood flowing through the room. Charles rolled in front of Bucky before having him step off the scale and towards another one for his belly.

“With how everything has progressed quite smoothly, at this stage, once the extra weight in your system is factored in, everything is on target. The pregnancy itself has likely made you gain a rough 80 pounds. The twins alone are likely, at the minimum 13 pounds—.”

“13 pounds???”

“Each. At the minimum. In their bipedal forms, they are quite dense. The only one I had in this form was David, but a baby is still much more fluff than muscle, they would be nowhere near as dense as you or Steven in their bipedal forms, love. They always gain the most weight in the last few moon cycles. It is likely for them to gain somewhere between 5-8 pounds, each, from here to their birth.”

“That's a pound a week. Each baby!”

“If they gain the full 8.”

“Steve.”

Steve looked up at Bucky with wide eyes and surprise. Charles looked between them with a slight smile.

“I suppose this is his fault...”

“How in the hell... I wasn't even sure they'd be able to get in, how am I gonna squeeze something that big out??? Every new detail is nightmarish, why on Earth did I let the biggest guy in this room knock me up???”

Steve blushed at that. Charles chuckled.

“I suppose each detail does seem a bit frightening with everything considered. It's all perfectly normal, though, rest assured. And I'm sure despite the details, it's not been so bad up until this point. Wolves are a very well evolved species, and as such, pregnancies tend to be fairly easy. For Alphas, notoriously so. You may be the only person in the room that is well equipt to handle a pregnancy from Steven.”

“There's not a chance they'll come early given the double, is there?”

“Not likely. For humans, that is quite common, but wolves are... quite a bit different. Particularly yourself, as an Alpha...”

“Shit. Just—.”

Charles gave a nod before continuing on those same details.

“Right then, roughly 30 pounds from the twins, 50 from the rest of the pregnancy, and 30 from the metal would leave you at about 320. Which is more than healthy for a wolf your size.”

Bucky thought for a moment. So not including the metal arm... 320... he guessed that wasn't as bad. Good god, when did he start worrying about his weight?  He looked down at his belly, a slight and unsure frown making its way on his face. When these 2 little shits threw it off balance, that's when.

“I suppose we will find out if your guess will be accurate regarding the twins.”

Charles smiled, turning to Zola, who was jotting down more information.

“I suppose you have your own guess then.”

“Based on the information you've provided, likely closer to 15.”

“I did say at the minimum.”

“My bet goes towards one being fatter.”

They both looked at Hank. Now people were betting on the size of his pups, great.

“Then let's perhaps get an accurate number.”

The babies turned out to be an even 28 pounds, together. Which either meant 14 each, or... from the ultrasound, the little boy was a bit fatter. Of course he was. They'd shifted on their own back to human form during the ultrasound, which Bucky had been pleasantly surprised by. He would have asked Charles to give them a small mental suggestion just so Steve could see them that way but they'd done it... all on their own.

Zola seemed a bit perplexed.

“Hmm.”

Charles started laughing. From the looks of it, it was likely all 3 of them happened to be right. What were the odds. Hank was surprised too, but even more surprised that Zola could make such quick observations regarding the subject.

“You've had experience with pregnancy before?”

“Not with those of a Lycanthrope, but I have 2 children of my own.”

“He's married to a fuckin' French supermodel, which I still don't fuckin' get.”

“That is very rude, Sgt. Barnes. She is Swiss, like myself, but from the French side, as opposed to the German.”

“I don't care, you are so damn cold to her, and she loves you like you're the greatest shit to ever grace the planet.”

“I am not cold to her, I simply treat her like a normal human being instead of drooling at her feet.”

Bucky stared a minute before he started laughing. Honestly, he could picture it.

“That set aside, she fell in love with my intellect.”

“Didn't she propose to you?”

Zola was quiet a moment. “That she did. Yes.”

“You guys are so weird.”

“So I've been told.”

The rest of the exam went pretty smoothly, and once Howard had gotten there with Tony and Hank Pym (surprise meeting interrupting the schedule), they were able to further the plans for Bucky's surgery, since having Magneto do it wasn't really an option (though having his expertise metal wise and engineering wise was a big help on its own). Bucky's healing factor was good, great even, but not that good.

And Zola was utterly fascinated by Tony, especially being as smart as he was.

After everything was said and done, Steve had to go do something Avenger related with Howard and Pym. Steve mentioned Fury and Bucky was pretty sure that guy was too old and shoulda been outta the field by now but he wasn't going to question it.

He ended up going home with Tony. To find the Tower mostly empty with just Al, Wade, Marc, and Rhodey.

Bucky had been trying to think of ways to get Marc to stay as a part of the pack, as part of the Avengers. He'd been bugging Steve about it the entire time. But Steve would always just look at him and smile, but give no indication of whether or not he agreed. Bucky was pack Alpha, but Steve still decided what went on with the Avengers.

It was probably because his presence really seemed to calm Wade down... Mostly because he wasn't afraid to snap the merc's neck if he got too rowdy or out of control. Which had freaked everyone out like hell but the quiet had been nice. And Wade would live. He always lives.

Fucking Deadpool.

Either way, Bucky had already set it in his mind that Marc was pack. And that meant he should stay.

“Mama bear's back.”

Bucky gave a smile, despite not actually being a bear, what Wade had called him seemed to stick. So it was actually Rhodey's voice he heard. Wade just let out a jumbled half moan half groan that typically meant he'd eaten himself into a food coma before snoring. And Al greeted him.

“Welcome back, how was the appointment?”

“It was good. Something of a relief.”

“Wheelchair stress you out?”

Great, Wade was awake now. Bucky was surprised to see him crouching down with a hand suddenly on his belly but, as reluctant as he was to admit it, Wade was pack too. So he gave a half smile. Not like the guess wasn't wrong. Wade moved his hand against his belly to try and nudge the babies a bit, Bucky sighed and took his hand to move it higher where the little boy was kicking.

“They've already turned, they're gettin' ready to go...”

“Haven't dropped yet, though, have they?”

He turned to Al.

“Not just, though she's a bit lower than him, so they think she'll come first.”

“Oooh, feisty.”

Bucky gave a soft chuckle. “Yeah... he's always kickin'.”

Bucky waited a minute but it didn't seem like Wade was going to let up, and sure enough, when he took a few steps toward the couch, Wade followed, still messing around with the twins. It was likely he'd be a belly hog for the next few days. Tony sat down between Al and Rhodey. Marc had looked over with a raised brow and Bucky just shrugged giving a half smile. Wade was a shit, but he was their shit at this point.

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Wade had been a belly hog the last few days. Steve and the others had been in and out, Howard was apparently dealing with some school issues for Tony. Him and Rhodey had been keeping up with their school work via computer, which was probably a little too high tech for Bucky to care to delve into. Rhodey had actually been on and off base with military training as well. Right now, it was just Bucky, Wade, Al, and Marc in the common area. Wade once again, sitting next to him and feeling the babies.

Jeez, he felt them more than Steve sometimes, which was sayin' something.

Wade seemed to notice Marc looking over before he looked between him and Bucky, then again, then at Bucky's belly, and then back between all 3 of them. And then again. Bucky, Bucky's belly, and Marc. Bucky was half expecting him to say something obscene and halfway bracing himself for it.

“Moony hasn't touched your belly... he hasn't felt the twins.”

That surprised Bucky and seemed to make Marc's eyes widen for all of a split second before he went back to reading his book. Bucky raised a brow.

“Marc.”

This time he looked up with wide eyes and they stayed wide.

“Would you like to feel the twins?”

That made him blush, and Bucky would be lying if he said it wasn't absolutely adorable on him. He seemed like he was trying to give a response but the words weren't coming out right. He finally managed one.

“It would... not be my place.”

“Honey, Bucky doesn't bite, he'd be more than happy to let you feel the twins.”

Bucky smiled. Al was... kinda the best. “Makes em' kick the outside, instead a my insides.”

“I... are you sure?”

“Well what are you still doin' over there? Of course mama bear's sure.”

Wade didn't seem to let anyone else answer or for Marc to hesitate, pushing him over to feel the twins. And he was hesitant until Bucky took his hand and placed it firmly. Marc actually got to feel the little girl first and there was clear awe on his face at the fact. Bucky moved his hand to feel the little boy next and saw his face light up with a chuckle.

“That was the boy, he keeps me up at night, the girl is good.”

Said little boy hadn't stopped kicking which made Marc laugh a bit.

“He is like a little jackal...”

Something of a more somber look passed his face then... “I... wasn't sure... you would want me getting so close...”

“Are you kidding? Anyone who can get a handle on Wade is a friend of mine... plus, I'd prefer they kick you than me.”

Marc gave a huff of a laugh, likely smiling because the little boy had been moved after no doubt annoying his sister. Bucky thought to what he'd talked to Steve about.

“If Steve asked you to join the Avengers... would you?”

Marc seemed surprised. “I... did not think... would you want me as part of your pack?”

“You're already part a the pack... better packmate than Wade, that's for damn sure.”

“Ha. That is... very true. But also hurtful. Don't mind me, I'll just go... cry in a corner.”

“Wade. Sit your ass back down next to me.”

Wade did, and decided to fake his cries into Bucky's shoulder.

Marc seemed to pull away after a moment, surprise and something more on his face. Uncertainty, worry... hope. Bucky gave a sigh.

“Listen... I know you're probably used to... being alone, lone wolf and all... I was for a long time... long enough to forget how much I missed having a family... the door's always gonna be open for you.”

“There are... still tasks I must attend to...”

“I know... isn't Wade a part of that with what's written on his skin.”

“Motherfucker.”

“Language.”

Wade pulled away and went to go grump in a corner. Bucky looked at Marc, still waiting for an answer... Marc sighed.

“I suppose if your mate asked... I would not say no...”

Bucky smiled. “Good enough for me...”

“If he asked.”

That smile turned cat like in a way that clearly made Marc a bit uncomfortable. “That a promise, Moony~?”

He tensed his jaw slightly. Why did this suddenly feel like making a deal with the devil??? “I tend to keep my word.”

“Good~.”

Now to just get the other end of this done.

.oOo.

Howard was livid. Those screw ups at the University had given Tony problems before because of his age. Tried to postpone his graduating, deny him well earned credits when his grades and work were enough to prove his professors to be idiots, tried not accepting him, all because he was 'too young'. He was a genius, of course he was young! Apparently, they hadn't gotten the memo that Tony was a Stark. And Starks don't take this kind of bullshit.

“No, I won't hold, if my son wants to pursue another degree, I don't see why there should be any sort of obstruction when he is clearly your most brilliant student.”

“Dad—.”

“Tony... His age doesn't determine his intelligence, he's already proven this. You're giving unnecessary issue to hold him back for whatever unjustified reason you have.”

“Dad, please. It's really okay...”

Bucky glanced over. The older Stark had come in having an argument on the phone while the younger Stark was clearly trying to coax him off of said phone. His ear twitched. He'd falled asleep and sometimes a bit of the wolf came out in his sleep now. Just that with Charles teaching him the basics of... unturning, he knew how to put those ears and tail away when he needed to.

He let Howard bark on the phone at the person before he saw Tony giving him those bambi eyes in a plea for help. Goddamn that kid and his adorableness.

He sighed before getting up and waddling over. He took the phone from a surprised Howard before speaking very few words and handing it back.

Howard looked confused, and Tony looked distressed, but all he had to do was bark a few more words and he got his way, instead of going in circles. And he looked confused at how fast it got done. Bucky walked over to the fridge to grab some milk.

“How did you do that? They were being uncooperative.”

“I had them redirect you to the right place. You were using too many big words.”

“Obstruction is not a big word.”

Bucky smirked, it really wasn't... but... “Not a whole lot of people are on yours or Tony's level, you gotta dumb it down to get them to listen at the lower levels. Zola's always had the same issues dealing with new recruits.”

Howard gave a nod before turning to his son. “Double check, they said you should have received a new email.”

Tony nodded before going to do just that.

“So what's the issue?”

“They're having trouble giving Tony additional work to complete. Meaning they're withholding the work to give him because of the rate he completes it. I know my son can be a bit of a smart ass, but it's not his fault the work they have available isn't anything of a challenge to him.”

Tony came back after a few minutes and when Howard gave his question in a simple look, Tony's nod and light blush was the answer.

Really too cute.

“Mm. So when's Steve coming back?”

“As soon as he's done with his meeting.”

“What exactly is he meeting Fury about...?”

“Why don't you ask Steve yourself?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. Whatever it was, nobody would give a word on it. He rolled his eyes before finishing his milk and waddling over to pinch Tony's cheek, then go back to the couch, next to Al. If Howard wasn't gonna tell him, might as well go back to napping.

.oOo.

When Bucky woke up again, it was to a new scent. Though vaguely familiar... in more ways than one. Al wasn't next to him and he heard chatting.

He got up... barely managing. It took him a second to remember just how pregnant he was and how to work around that to get up. Ugh, these pups needed to stop gaining so much weight, he was heavy enough as it is.

When he got closer he recognized the scent. If he wasn't mistaken... that had to be Fury. Only the man in question wasn't quite the right color. Or the exceedingly annoying Howlie that Bucky remembered battling it out with. And no eyepatch. But he definitely smelled like Fury... or close to it. Bucky raised a brow.

“You know, I'm still waiting for my kiss.”

“Nice to see you too, grandma.”

Oh yeah, there was a hint of Al on him too, but more distant. Bucky saw the man lean forward and give the blind woman a kiss on the cheek.

“Nice to hear you.”

The man turned to him, seeming to read the question on Bucky's face but not answering it.

“You must be Captain Rogers' mate.”

“What gave it away?”

“Couple things, ears and tail for one.”

Right, must've not gone away. “Fair. And you are?”

The man held out a hand which Bucky took for a firm handshake as he gave his answer.

“Fury. Nicholas J.”

“Barnes. James B. Aren't you supposed to be an old white dude with an eyepatch that gets on my last nerves?”

That seemed to surprise him, but he gave a laugh. Apparently, Bucky wasn't awake enough to care whether or not he was rude.

“Steve calls you Bucky, right? Yeah, strong, mouthy brunet? You're his type all right. Leave it to Steve to get a man in the family way... Jr. You're thinking of my dad.”

Well that was an obvious answer. Bucky crossed his arms and gave a slight smirk before noting Steve coming up to his side and getting a quick kiss from the big lug. Fury didn't falter and continued.

“And I'm here because of him. Your mate's been trying to get some legal benefits for you and your soon to be dependants, and a couple other things done. The fact that you're a man complicates it just a little bit, and the Brass has been givin' him trouble, despite what he is. It's only because of what he is that they've ever turned a blind eye to his habits. They want it to be official in their records, but what that really means is they want proof. Once they have it, they won't have a reason to legally deny you of those benefits. I don't think they realize that just yet, but hey, not really my problem. I'm just the messenger in this case.”

Bucky's smirk turned into a smile, he hadn't even thought about this kinda stuff. “Alright, so what's the other business.”

“Steve? You wanna take the reigns on this one.”

Steve was a bit preoccupied feeling the pups move inside his mate's belly while he lightly scented him and poured out his happiness. But after a moment he looked up and let go of Bucky.

Him and Fury walked over to Marc.

Bucky lit up.

Marc did about the opposite.

Still, when Steve presented him with an identification card and gave the offer, Marc gave a glance over at Bucky in particular who already knew what his response would have to be. Wolves were loyal to a T after all.

Bucky took a moment to share a whisper with Natalia.

“What's with the S.H.I.E.L.D. involvement, I thought the Avengers were more independent at this point?”

“Steve took a little too much liberty with his last choice. There's not really much they could do to stop him but... call it a formality.”

Bucky smirked. Wade. Wade would be an issue for the Brass. He walked over to their resident lone wolf, and everyone waited for a response.

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Bucky sunk down into the bath. Onto his mate. Steve held him close.

“And you said there wouldn't be enough space for the 2 of us...”

“There's not enough space. I don't know if you noticed—.”

Bucky sunk in more, clearly not caring to pay attention. Today was a stupidly hot day, so a cold bath with his mate was more than welcome. He wouldn't have even minded an ice bath for goodness sake.

And the tub was definitely too small for the 2 of them, 4 of them, technically. Steve's legs barely fit while bent, and Bucky sitting inbetween his legs and on him didn't give him room to move. And of course, there were the 11 month, still in the womb, pups they made. Taking up as much space as they could.

11 months. Just one more moon cycle to go. And while they were a lot more prepared than they were before, Bucky still wasn't so sure he was ready. Steve and Becca hadn't let him into the nursery and Bucky knows how much work she's put into this baby shower, but honestly, he just wants to relax today. He'd been bouncing names off of Steve to see what worked. He obviously couldn't name them 'little shits 1 and 2', Steve would be heartbroken (apart from Bucky actually caring about what he named his kids... somewhat).

“What about your middle name?”

Steve groaned. “Why are you so insistent on naming one a them after me?”

“Not the girl, just the boy. He probably looks just like you.”

“They're not even out yet, how could you know that?”

“Call it a hunch.”

“And I seem to remember you suggestin' Stephanie—.”

“Totally not the same.”

“And we nickname her 'Stevie'.”

“After Stevie Nicks, big guy.”

Steve gave him a look with half lidded eyes and a smile.

“Which I definitely wouldn't prefer considerin' the tone you use when you call me that. What about namin' one after you?”

“Ugh, god no. I'm a terrible influence. What was your middle name again?”

“Grant.”

“Steven Grant Rogers. Him on the other hand...”

“I don't see what's so special about him. From what I hear, he's a giant boy scout.”

“Well, he did knock someone up out of wedlock. I'd say that makes him more of a punk.”

Steve started laughing and Bucky couldn't help smiling at his mate.

It settled down and they were both quiet for a moment. Bucky took a breath. It was way too hot today...

“I kinda like Victoria...”

That one Steve seemed to think about before smiling. “I do too...”