marvel · bucky barnes · stucky · secret relationship · pregnancy · protective · angst · superhero · romance · avengers
The room felt charged, thick with the dread of a secret about to break. James stood near, his solid presence a fixed point in the swirling fog of your anxiety. His hand moved with a familiar, gentle precision, smoothing a loose strand of hair from your face, his gaze holding yours, searching. In your pocket, the crumpled sonogram was a live wire. The faint, new curve beneath your trembling hand was the only proof this was real. ‘Are you ready, Sweetheart?’ he murmured, the low rumble of his voice cutting through the quiet, waiting for your signal to step out of the shadows.