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The Sticky Note Situation >> Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) X Pregnant!Reader

On the back of the bathroom door: I'M

And lastly,

On the bed head over his side: PREGNANT

You crossed your finger that he'd find them all. And wouldn't hate you. Despite all these horrible anxiety-driven thoughts, you managed to get to sleep, leading to a peaceful sleep.

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"______? _______?" You turned over in your sleep, slowly waking up, "______!"

Your eyes flew open, darting to the alarm clock on the side table. Seven thirty. Who wanted you awake at seven -

"_______, what's with all these notes?"

Bucky.

He stood there at the end of the bed, rumpled by what looked like to be an uneasy sleep. He must have crashed on Steve's couch again, his long hair that needed a trim was wild from sleep. In his hands he held the sticky notes you had left for him to find. Rubbing your forehead, you sat up, and saw the ones he hand in his hands.

"I'm telling you news through Post-it notes, Buck," you yawned, trying not to look as nervous as the pit in your stomach felt.

"Well, apparently not all of the news. All I have here is 'I have to tell you, I'm' and that's it. Is that it?" He asked, sitting at the end of the shared bed. "What, am I too scary to break news to?"

"More like I'm afraid to say it than that," you confessed. You started to think of where you had put the last one, and turning to the side where Bucky slept usually, peeled off the last of the notes and handed it to him. "Here's the last one. Don't shoot the messenger, okay?"

It took a second. And then it clicked. His mouth opened as if to gasp, but instead, you saw as he bit his lip. His eyes softened, and started to water with tears.

"I'm sorry," you breathed. "I know you said -,"

"So you're not breaking up with me?" Bucky whispered loud enough for you to hear his voice crackle with emotion.

Your eyes widened, and you moved toward him. "Where did you get an idea like that from?" With one hand, you cradled his face, and the other, stroked his hair.

"I texted Steve after I came back after you fell asleep when I saw the notes, and according to Stark, it's a popular breakup technique. So I thought -," that was when he started to sniff. "I slept on our couch, 'cause I didn't know what I'd done to annoy you or -,"

"I'm pregnant, and I'm not leaving you," you vowed, not looking away from his eyes. "I wasn't sure how to break it to you since you said you didn't want kids, and -,"

"I'd rather have kids with you than loose you, ______. I'm just afraid that I'm not going to be a good father. Or relapse -,"

"James Buchanan Barnes, you listen to me," you murmured firmly, "You're surrounded by those who love you. You're a good man. You'll be a good father, and right now, you are a great boyfriend. You can't go back to what you were before, we know that. But I love you for who you are. All of you."

Bucky nodded mutely, and leaning his head against yours, kissed your forehead. "I love you, _______."

You nodded, feeling your own tears coming. "I - I love you too, Buck," you smiled, kissing his temple. "We can make this happen."

Slowly, Bucky withdrew from the embrace, and beaming, whispered to you excitedly, "We're going to be a family!"

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It had been a day since then, and yet, when Bruce had asked everyone for help finding his Post-it note pad, the pale yellow ones he used to write important discoveries and equations on and stick around his lab, but nobody had seen them.

It was like they'd been abducted or something.

"Has anyone seen my sticky notes?" He lamented, calling out as if to the void.

Tony happened to be walking by just then, and laid a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Banner. I can always buy you more."

Looking down, Bruce nodded slowly. "I know. I just want my old ones back."