Take It Back - Bucky Barnes x OC

Chapter Thirty-Four

Five years ago

"Yeah, no problem, I missed this little boy." Bucky says in an adorable baby voice as he squeezes the little baby's nose, "Oh my god, you are so cute."

The baby grabs Bucky's pointer finger with his tiny hand and Riley's heart melts instantly.

Her heart flutters and she recognizes the emotion that follows that flutter - fear.

That's what she feels because once it hits her what it was that was happening, she realizes she was eternally and completely fucked.

Bucky's eyes flicker up to meet hers and they burn in ablaze. Neither of them are smiling as they look at each other, the little baby still holding onto his finger like he didn't want to let go.

Riley quickly looks away, doubting every emotion coursing through her.

It couldn't be.

Her head is a swirl and she's seeing tunnel vision as she feels herself slowly start to step back from the scene in front of her.

But it was too late.

Her eyes flickered up the second she felt the heat of his presence right in front of her.

Suddenly, something seemed to have shifted into something even deeper, the second their eyes met.

Bucky was holding the baby tenderly in his arms, but his eyes seemed to have been calling out for her.

A weird feeling of calm came over her.

Presque vu.

Bucky seemed to have been feeling the same because he probably looked just as intense as she felt.

"Do you want to hold him?" He whispered, looking down at the little boy.

Her chest felt tight and she should have said no.

Instead, she nodded slowly.

Bucky maneuvered his arms into an embrace where he could pass the baby safely into her own arms.

Her eyes caught during the slow exchange and she diverted her gaze back to the boy, not being able to bear that heat in your face and her fucking heart.

"Just like that," Bucky said softly.

The baby cooed.

She couldn't help it, she giggled.

Bucky smiled a little at both sounds, and he softly touched the top of the baby's head.

He looked up at her and their eyes met...

again.

~

4 months later (from last present time)

The setting sun shined down on the west village.

The sky was turning from an intense pink and purple hue to dark blue.

Riley looked up towards the clouds and sighed.

She had just enough time to take the last few things inside before it was too dark.

She grunted, lifting a brown box that read 'Books' in black sloppy writing on the side out of the truck.

She took it with her up the steps of the beautiful brownstone.

The trees, that lined the quiet street, had an amber glow from the almost-gone sun as it peeked in through their changing leaves.

Reds, oranges, browns, and yellows.