127Bucky's POV
Kyra's eyes were wide. Skin pale as she held to her bulging tummy in shock. Standing dumb in the quiet everyone seemed to stop breathing.
"Wanda! Natasha! Deliver the baby!" Pietro's scream scaring everyone.
"What!" whirling on her idiot brother, Wanda stalked forward. "Because we are women we're automatically supposed to know how to do this?!"
"Yes!" his defense was weak and he was going to get hit. Sliding in on the mat next to Kyra. Tracing soothing circles down her spine, hoping for a reaction. Some direction, anything.
"You're girls!" their arguing continued in the background. Usually Kyra would have made a smart comment by now. But she's still and eerily silent.
"That doesn't come with a degree in childbirth!"
Our son is coming. Our son is coming now. Why isn't she responding?
"Sunny, darling are you okay?"
"Kyra, what do you need?" flinching at Tony's voice, neither of us realizing he'd moved in front of us again.
"I need everyone to stop screaming. The contractions haven't started yet."
"Okay. Good. Let's call Helen and get her here." Kyra nodding with Tony's reassurance. "Hopefully she can make it in time."
"And if she doesn't?" Every eye in the room snapping towards Natalia as she scowled.
"That is not helpful Romanoff!" Wanting to strangle the red head as she held her hands up in defense.
"None of us know a thing about childbirth." Kyra's breathing picked up, anxiety rising. Pulling her in closer, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
"We won't have to worry about that. We'll just get Helen here." speaking to Kyra the most, but loud enough for everyone else. Hoping no one bothered arguing with me. "Okay?"
"How?" Panting with anxiety Kyra's wide golden eyes held more fear than I've seen in years. Gaping like a fish at her heartbreaking expression.
"I'm having problems with a laser burn after an accident in the lab."
"What?" Everyone glancing at Tony in confusion at the random statement.
"That will be the official statement, if anyone asks." He continued. All business. "I managed to burn off the skin on my left arm. F.R.I.D.A.Y, synthesize lab video. Alter the time stamp."
"Yes Boss."
"Also, compile a tutorial from the web. The best of the best, and notify Dr. Cho."
"Already on it Boss. I've created an untraceable online order at Walmart. The order will be ready in one hour."
"We don't have one hour, Kyra is in labor now." Everyone's attention focusing on Kyra at Wanda's words. Her arms resting on Grant. Drawing soothing circles.
"Actually, according to several medical journals, we do. On average labor can take 10 hours for women of Ms. Stark's weight and age. Though it may take longer for her cervix to fully dilate since this is her first child."
"T.M.I. F.R.I.D.A.Y…. T.M.I" Sam walking off a ways. Looking physically sick.
"So, what do we do?"
"Ms. Stark have your contractions begun?"
"I don't know?" she sounded as unsure as I felt.
"According to my research a majority of women describe the sensation feeling similar to menstrual cramps." The A.I. informed the room. Glancing at down Kyra looked more scared than anything.
"I don't usually get cramps. I don't usually get my period."
"There will be a heavy pressure in your lower abdomen. Various reports describe the sensation as an invisible hand squeezing your insides and trying to rip them out."
"That's fucking terrifying." the Sovokian Punk was right. Kyra's grip on my arm tightening with each new statement.
"My wife always described it as getting punched repeatedly until you want to vomit from the pain."
"Not helping Lang!"
"My sensors indicate that Ms. Stark's heart rate is spiking. It is imperative that Ms. Stark remain calm and relaxed."
"You're scaring the hell out of her." Snarling at the computer voice as Kyra shook like a leaf in my arms. "Sunny, let's get you upstairs. Somewhere more comfortable. Can you walk?"
"Yeah I feel fine." the residual terror in the room leaking into her voice. Wrapping my arms around her waist. With one hand supporting her back and the other tugging her towards the door. Standing upright with a shaky smile we slowly started to stagger from the room.
Nick's POV
Wanda hovered behind the two. Ready to help at a moment's notice. No one spoke or moved until the door to the training room swung shut. Turning back to the team all business.
"Alright we need to make a contingency plan. In case Cho doesn't make it in time." Tony was already tapping away at his phone.
"None of us have medical training." Natasha supplied.
"Wilson does, right?"
"He does."
"I am not an OB GYN!" crying in disgust Wilson looked ready to puke.
"You're the closest we have." My tone even and commanding. Willing him to grow a pair.
"I'm not getting close to that!"
"Contingency plan Sam. For if Helen can't make it." he swayed back and forth in defiance. Losing my minimal patience I snapped. "Are you really going to leave Kyra and Grant vulnerable like that?"
"Maximoff knows more about childbirth then I do." whining pathetically. Trying to push off the responsibility. Pietro began laughing and nearly fell to the floor. "Tic tack, Scott! You're a Dad, right?" Sam desperately tried turning the focus from himself.
"Yeah… but I won't be very helpful." scratching the back of his neck Scott smiled sheepishly. "I fainted two minutes into my daughter's birth. Hit my head on the way down. Out cold through the whole thing." Everyone's eyes turning back to Sam.
"I dig out bullets. Not babies!"
"Sam." Finally meeting my eyes. A thousand thoughts in a single glance.
"Fuck. Fine! Someone Google childbirth."
"Google childbirth?!" Natasha cried incredulously.
"That's what the internet is for! Telling us how to do things we don't know how to do."
"I have already created a comprehensive list of steps we need to take." Stark's latest A.I. broke the tension. Tony handed off a tablet to Sam who looked like he was going to be sick.
"Maximoff."
"Da?"
"Go get us some alcohol. Wilson is going to need it." With a nod the Sovakian took off. Sam remained in the corner of the room watching the tablet, gagging periodically. Looking up at the ceiling sending a prayer that Helen would get here, so that my goddaughter wouldn't be left in Wilson's incapable hands.
Kyra's POV
Lying uncomfortably in bed, with Bucky at my side. I've never been more thankful for his metal arm. The contractions started and I've been sweating since. It could be nerves. It's probably nerves. I'm not in agony. Yet…
"Any news on the Doc, Fury?"
"Helen is trying to get here as soon as possible." No one will look Bucky or I in the eye when we ask about Helen. We've been asking for the last three hours and I'm getting a little impatient. We haven't seen Tony since moving upstairs. Part of me is worried he left. I want him here. I'm terrified. I just want one normal moment where my family can be together. Where we can all hold my son.
Another twinge of pain sears up my spine. Writhing a little on the bed, Bucky gently traces patterns on my forehead with his metal fingers. The chill offering some relief.
"That's not an answer Nick." gasping out softly, trying to breathe through the pressure. After a few lungful's of air it passes again.
"Tony is working on getting her here." Maria supplies walking into the room with Wanda. "Until then let's get you changed into this nightgown. We also need to set up the bed."
"For what?" Groaning at the prospect of moving.
"Birth." Maria said bluntly.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. said a lot of medical journals encourage walking around to help with early labor."
"Want to give it a try Doll?"
"Нет, я хочу ребёнка от меня. (No I want the baby out of me.)" Clenching my teeth.
"Это поможет его передвинуть (This will help move him along.)"
"Штраф. Fine." groaning as my body began to seize. "Help me up." leaning forward put more pressure on Grant. Bucky's strong hands were lifting me to my feet. Standing up relieved a lot of the pressure on my lower back that had been building. Leaning back into Bucky's chest, in one of his baggy t-shirts. It's starting to stick to my skin from the sweat.
"You look flushed Kyra."
"I feel like I'm on fire."
"Why don't you take a cool shower?"
"I'm giving birth remember?" gesturing angrily at the baby bump.
"You're not in active labor yet Kyra."
"The contractions just started." Trying not to snap at Wanda as they pulled at the bedding.
"How far apart are they?"
"I don't know?"
"You need to rest and relax as much as you can. It's going to get rough in a few hours."
"You don't leave my side." Gripping Bucky's arm like a vice.
"Let's take a quick shower sweetheart. We'll get you cooled down." nodding at Bucky. Taking deep even breaths. Waddling into the shower, Wanda set aside some towels and a paper hospital gown.
"We're going to be parents soon." glancing up at his bright blue eyes. His eyes shone with excitement and brow creasing with worry. Such an odd combination of expressions. Wincing as another contraction hit. With Bucky's support we had a short shower. Washing away the sweat and heat. The nightgown was light and cotton. Feeling much more comfortable we started doing laps around the apartment. Too nervous to sit still. Praying that Helen will show soon.
Bucky's POV
It's been another three hours, and the contractions are only a few minutes apart. Kyra is trying her best to breathe through them. She's taken little nibbles of crackers, I've been trying to get her to drink as much cool water as possible. But she's so aggravated that she can't focus on anything else.
"Helen just arrived at JFK." breathing a sigh of relief. Kyra's shaky hand gripping my own. Rubbing soothing circles on her wrist with excitement.
"Hear that doll? Helen is on the way." Throwing her head back with a cry. Tears building as another contraction pushed through her body.
"Uh huuuuugh. Fuck this shit!"
"Sam how many fingers is her cervix open?"
"Oh god, don't ask me that question."
"You're medically trained!"
"To stitch up wounds. Dig out bullets. Not fucking babies!"
"Man up Wilson!"
"You fucking measure it then Romanoff! I don't want to touch that"
"Useless!" Natalia shoved the resident 'medic' out of the way before losing all the color in her face.
"Oh my god I see his head!" Kyra cried out as another wave of pain seemed to shake her frame.
"Then she's fully dilated."
"The fuck does that mean?"
"It's time to push. Sam start scrubbing."
"I thought this was supposed to take 8 hours. It's only been 6!" Kyra's breaths became broken sobs at Sam's words. "God damn this all to hell." he shoved his way to the ensuite bathroom.
"Pietro help him. Wanda use your powers to levitate all the sterilized tools." Nick began barking out orders like the commander he once was.
"No! No I'm not ready. You said Helen was coming!"
"She's not going to make it in time Kyra." Fury's voice held so much regret. Softening further as she whimpered in fear.
"Kyra, everything is going to be alright." Trying to sooth away her fears.
"I'm scared. Bucky I'm really scared." Looking into her red rimmed eyes, she's never looked so young. So Vulnerable.
"Sweetheart." kissing her forehead softly. "You are the strongest woman I've ever known in my 90 years of life. You can do this. Darlin' we survived HYDRA."
"I was scared then too" throwing her head back as her body seized with another contraction. Screaming in pain, tears falling freely as she shook her head. "Fucking shit. I can't do it. I can't."
"You can. You have to Kyra."
"Kee Kee. Look at me." Tony had been pacing in the corner of the room. Typing furiously on his tablet. At Kyra's scream he just appeared at her side. "You are a Stark. Aren't you?"
"Are you really going to start with the 'I'm adopted' bullshit now?" Lunging forward, her attack being stopped as her body shook with more pain.
"Yeah I am! You're a Stark, aren't you?"
"Fuck you Tony!" The only thing holding me back from bashing the billionaire was the fact that my pregnant fiancée was stuck on the bed between us.
"I swear to God Anthony Edward Stark if I could move right now I would throttle you!" Kyra's scream was filled with so much raw hatred that it scared me. He wouldn't back down though.
"If you're a Stark then prove it."
"How does giving birth prove anything?" Kyra's red face coated in sweat, her breathing ragged as she fought for air between the contractions and screaming at Tony.
"Starks don't quit. Not until we've taken care of business. So handle your shit Kyra!"
"Oh my god!" drawing her words out in agony. Wanda's tentacles of power moved Kyra to the edge of the bed. Propping her legs up. Dragging me along as she wailed. Brushing hair away from her face. Short grunts left her rosy lips as Wanda moved her into position. Tony staying close. Another wave of pain shook her as her voice rose an octave. The plates in my hand shifted and whirred in protest before they stopped responding. An angry metal hum firing as she stopped to gasp in lungful's of air.
"Did she just dent his hand?"
"God this is terrifying."
"Shut up!" she screamed as Pietro and Natasha stood off to the side. Sam was sitting in the doorway to the bathroom. Looking greener than I've ever seen him.
"You're doing great Doll. Think about Grant, huh? Our little boy. Our little miracle. Don't you want to meet him?"
"It hurts! It hurts worse than the chair Bucky. I can't even black out it's so-" another painful scream cut her off as she writhed in agony. "I have to push. I have to push now!"
"Do it for Grant sweetheart. You are so strong. You are so brave. Push through it baby. You can do it." Sam moved forward. Clearing his throat awkwardly. Wanda and Natasha at his sides, as assistants it seemed. Wanda and Natasha each took one of Kyra's legs. Helping to hold it up in the air. Sam kept staring straight ahead.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. what do we do?" his voice broke in slight panic.
"Don't fight the contractions Kyra. Let your instincts take control."
"Primal instincts are what got me here." grunting loudly as her body recovered momentarily. Tony was hovering on her left side.
"Mr. Wilson, get in position to receive the baby." Before I could comment on his position, another scream broke from Kyra's lips. "Miss. Stark, on your next contraction you need to push. Use your abs."
"You can do it Kee Kee." Wanda's voice was muffled by a groan as the contraction hit Kyra.
"We - are never- having sex- again!" Punctuating each word with a gasp as she forced all her energy into pushing.
"Oh my god. This is straight out of a horror movie."
"Not helping Tasha!" Kyra screamed red in the face as Natalia looked ill herself.
"Okay, F.R.I.D.A.Y. The head is out!" Sam's voice broke. Tears poured down Kyra's face as she tried to recover while sobbing into my hand.
"I don't know how much more I can do." she whimpered out. My heart breaking as she looked up with such hopeless ness.
"You can do it Kee Kee." Tony breathed. Taking her other hand, we a reassuring squeeze. The two locked gazes and Kyra's face paled as she began to curl her hips. Another contraction working its way through her body.
"Don't pull on it!"
"No shit!" Sam and Natalia started to argue as Kyra's body convulsed with another push.
"I swear to god I'm going to kill you James Buchanan Barnes!" Kyra bellowed. Sam's face was pale, judging by the excitement showing on Wanda's he was almost here.
"Deliver our baby first so I can at least hold him once, won't you Doll."
"The heads out! He's facing down." Sam called out to the A.I. directing the birth. Smiling at Kyra. He was almost here. Meeting her gaze she looked ready to kill.
"Don't you dare sass me right-" her threat cut off by another large contraction.
"That is normal."
"I can see the shoulders!" shrieked Wanda with joy.
"Ee has brown 'air." Pietro's voice cut through the chaos.
"Don't look at my vagina Pietro!" Kyra and I both jumping at the new voice. What the fuck.
"Sorry, this is just kind of cool." he supplied, glancing back between my fiancée's legs.
"Get him out of here!" Nearly jumping up the pummel the punk myself. Startled he rushes from the room.
"Kyra, focus. Alright. You and me we're right here. We're gonna do this okay?" Sam looking more determined and sure of himself.
"Uh huh." The two have a brief stare down, before Sam nods again.
"His shoulders are almost out. F.R.I.D.A.Y. what's next?
"One more big push with the next contraction." Kyra's body begins to wind up with tension as the pressure build.
"Oh god! I am never having sex again!" crying in agony as she throws her head back.
"I'm okay with that." Tony smirks across at me.
"Shut up Tony!" Whacking his head softly as Kyra writhes between us.
"Big push Kyra. Big push!" The veins in Kyra's neck strain as she gives everything she can into the push. "Good. That's it!" With clenched teeth she keeps going as hard as she can.
"He's half out. F.R.I.D.A.Y?"
"Mr. Wilson must support his head, but it is imperative he does not pull."
"Yeah. Yeah okay." Sam's confidence waning as he stares between Kyra's legs.
"Do not faint right now Wilson!" Natalia shouts, elbowing him in the side.
"I'm just not the biggest fan of blood okay?"
"Get it together!" Wanda shouts as well.
"Don't hit me I'm delivering a baby!" Sam's voice squeaking like a pubescent teen.
"Oh for the love of god!" Kyra cried. Letting go of Tony and I, throwing her arms over her eyes. "Someone kill me! I can't take it! I can't!" sobbing uncontrollably.
"Yes you can Kyra." Pulling her hand back into my own. She wouldn't open her eyes to look at either of us. She writhed again in pain her body acting on its own. Throwing her body forward in agony she screamed at the top of her lungs, till her voice broke. Wilting onto the bed sobbing weakly as a cry breaks the tension of the room.
"Oh my god he's here."
"Sweetheart you did it." Kissing every part of her face I could. Wanda and Natalia let her legs go in shock as Sam held our bloody squirming boy. Everyone was laughing and crying as Grant wiggled in Sam's shaking arms.
Kyra's POV
"Scans show that young Mr. Barnes is healthy and fully developed." F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s automated voice cut through the noise. Crying with relief, Bucky let go of my hand to hold our son I assume. Sam takes his place at my side. Every muscle aches. There's a healthy amount of blood on Sam's shirt and arms. He looks at me unimpressed.
"That is more of you then I ever wanted to see."
"The feeling is mutual." croaking out a sassy response. With a smirk he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead.
"The things I do for you girl"
"Not just me. Your Godson too."
"Vat! I am Godfather no?" Pietro cried indignantly.
"No!" Everyone shouted in return. Wanda elbowing him for good measure.
"You could not keep a fish alive. Much less a baby!"
"I vould be a good godfather."
"Godfather replacement option 3." Tony addressed him. "Go get Kyra some crackers or something. And a Gatorade!"
"Vat flavor?"
"Are you seriously asking that? Shut the fuck up and go Speedster!" With a huff he left. Laying back on the bed.
"Ms. Stark, you must remain in position." F.R.I.D.A.Y. called.
"Why?" whining out a low sad noise at the A.I.
"Everyone besides Ms. Stark and Mr. Barnes should leave the room."
"What why? I want to hold my nephew!" Wanda cried trying to wiggle Grant away from Sam's arms.
"Ms. Stark needs to deliver the placenta."
"I'm out." Sam holds his stomach looking ill. Shoving his way from the room.
"Ms. Stark also needs to keep skin to skin contact with the baby for at least one hour. Reports state it is best if the baby try to nurse."
"Everyone get the hell out now!"
"Take it easy Barnes we're going." Tony laughed as he and the others moved. "You're going to have to share those milk sacks from now on you know."
"Shut Up Tony…"
"Get out!"
"Shesh just trying to lighten the mood." Smiling as the door shut behind him.
"Kyra we need to scoot you to the end of the bed okay?" Wanda leaned forward.
"I can't move. God I think I'm dying."
"Stop being dramatic, you aren't dying. There's not even that much blood."
"I. Just. Gave. Birth. I. Will. Kill. You."
"No you won't you have to move to come and get me."
"Fuck you Tasha." The Red-head smirked at me tauntingly.
"We need to change out the towels Kyra. Just try lifting your hips a little." Closing my eyes as they moved around me. Bucky and Grant are being quiet.
"Alright." Wanda's voice soothed. "We've got a bucket ready for the placenta whenever it comes. You may want to push, the article says that's normal and to go with what you're feeling."
"Uh huh."
"You don't need us for this part so we're gonna give you two sometime." Their feet padded from the room, leaving the three of us in relative quiet.
"Is Grant, is he okay?" asking timidly. So tired.
"Look for yourself." Bucky's baritone voice startling me slightly at his closeness. The bed dipped as he laid next to me. Our son wrapped up in a bloodied towel. "Let's get you shirt off so he can lay on your chest." Too enraptured to speak, Bucky ripped the dress easily with one of my throwing knives. His tiny body shook as he fought against the towel. Only settling down once he was laying against my chest. Tracing my hands along his head, there was a dusting of brown fuzz. Bucky covered us up with a blanket to keep in the warmth. Too shocked and relieved to speak. Too happy to function, silent tears fell as he cooed softly before settling, his head resting against my heart.
Tony's POV
We were all sat, glancing at the door to Kyra and Bucky's room every few seconds.
"It's been an hour can we see the baby now?" Pietro is the least patient out of all of us. Not surprising.
"Not yet. The first few hours are important, they need to be like touching the whole time and she needs to be shirtless." Lang supplies. Wanda bouncing on her heals happily still un-phased by the carnage that occurred earlier. Birth is more haunting then I ever thought possible.
"There's been enough blood today. Don't go in there." Maria stopped Pietro who looked ready to stand.
"I fuckin' d'livered a baby." Sam started the celebratory drinks before the delivery apparently.
"We know we were there."
"Imma uncle!" hiccupping in triumph. Sloshing the contents of his drink on a very irritated Maria.
"That's enough Vodka for you Wilson." Maria took the glass, setting it well out of Sam's reach.
"Hmmpf, light weight."
"Shuddup Romannnooov"
"Anyone else feel like Shwarma?"
"Seriously Tony?"
"What? It's good." Everyone shakes their head at me. Before I can defend myself further the bedroom door opens. Barnes walks out, his clothes slightly stained with blood, but a shit eating grin on his face. Wanda and Pietro race to his side. And somehow Wanda wins.
"How is she? Where's Grant?"
"They are both sleeping." He's glowing with happiness. "I cleaned her up as best I could."
"We're gonna get Shwarma, you want?" drawing his attention to food. Food I'm sure he and Kyra desperately need. Having not eaten in almost 12 hours now.
"Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick." Stumbling to his feet Sam staggers away from Bucky.
"Man up Wilson, it's a miracle of life." Scott smacks his arm playfully as Sam just shakes repeatedly, holding a bowl in front of him, turned away from Barnes.
"Never again."
"Is Helen going to be here soon? Kyra's wondering if we can cut the cord yet. Says it's uncomfortable."
"Oh god, I'm gonna barf." Sam dry heaved into the bowl.
"Yeah she's getting through customs now." She'd texted me 15 minute prior that she was getting through. We hadn't had a jet on standby. And finding one had taken longer than it should have.
"Where the hell was she?"
"Germany." Nick beat me to the answer. Frowning slightly. "Hard to get her here without raising suspicions. Tony's idea wasn't critical enough for the U.S. Government."
"I'm already working on finding a loophole for these Accords." Angry that Fury would bring that shit up after my Sister just gave birth. Wanting to be happy with what's left of my family.
"Good. It will make family visits a lot easier." Nearly dropping my drink, gapping at the new father.
"You're going to let me around?"
"You're her brother. Of course." Replying with a soft smile. "Besides, we both know I can take you out if need be." Smirking towards the end. Smirking back, never one to back down from a challenge.
"That threat goes both ways Barnes."
"Alright let's dial down the testosterone. We're all here because we love Kyra." Natasha cut off any retort Barnes may have had.
"No shit," laughing slightly. "Let us know when Helen gets here."
It takes Helen another hour before she gets here. When she does, she's all business.
"Where is she?"
"In here sleeping."
"Good she'll need the rest. Show me." Guiding her from the entrance to the bedroom quickly.
"Any breathing problems?"
"No clue Barnes won't let anyone see her." At the door she knocks firmly three times.
"Kyra, its Helen. Let me in?" The door swings in, a grinning Barnes ready to welcome Helen.
"Great to see you doc!"
"Congratulations Mr. Barnes."
"Thanks." Pushing her way into the room, quickly shutting the door in my face. Frowning, everyone was eager to see Grant. Strolling back to the living room. Thinking over today's events.
"I'm going to need to get them a new bed."
"Yeah, that one is a little messed up now." Jumping slightly at Scott's reply. Not realizing I'd spoken out loud.
"Do they even have a crib or anything?" Natasha asked.
"I don't think so."
"Kyra just found out about the baby 6 weeks ago. And Barnes just found out last month." Wanda explained
"Fucking crazy." Sam Slurred
"Oh no they do." Smirking at my old team.
"What do you mean Stark?"
"I got them everything they'll ever need. It's all downstairs wrapped in blue paper."
"We should put it together for them!" Wanda shouted excitedly.
"Why not? We aren't going to get to see the baby any time soon."
Kyra's POV
Helen cleared Grant and me. Both of us showing perfect health, despite the unplanned early delivery. Everyone came barreling in the second Helen cleared us both for visitors. As happy as I am, I'm also exhausted. Bucky said I slept for a few hours, but it sure doesn't feel like I've had any rest for the last year. Everyone rushed Bucky, who held Grant proudly. All except for Tony who sat at my side. Brushing my hair lovingly. Just like mom used to.
"Mom and dad would be so proud of you." Speaking as if he'd read my mind. Glancing up timidly, his eyes ghosting with tears of his own.
"Thank you Onie." Smiling back he shook away the emotion before jumping up.
"Alright! My turn! Hand over my nephew this instant!" Laughing softly Bucky eased into the spot Tony left. Wrapping his metal arm around my neck, pulling my languid body into his own. Running his hands through my hair. Warmth and love buzzing in my every pore. In his every touch. Humming with content as we rest. The chatter of our family in the background as they fuss over our son. Tears of joy stream down my face as I nuzzled in closer to the man I love.
"Thank you." My voice choked up and breaking with emotion.
"For?" Bucky raised his brow in confusion.
"You've given me everything James." explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "Everything I never thought I'd have. Everything I never thought I'd deserve."
"You deserve the world."
"And I have it. I have you and our son and our family." tears filling my eyes at the people who weren't here. "I wish Steve were here."
"Me too Doll. Just as much as you do." Taking a shaky breath, Bucky put on a brave smile. Eyes shining with remnants of happy memories. "I know he'd be so honored we named the baby after him. He'd be so damn proud of you." Smiling, soaking in his praise. Steve was so important to me. Knowing he'd be proud made me swell with more joy. I just might explode soon if I don't stop. "Besides, the punk wouldn't have been much use. He'd have fainted the second he saw blood."
"I can't believe Sam didn't" Glancing at my other brother, as he swayed on his feet. Making faces at Grant.
"It was probably the vodka."
"Probably." laughing lightly. Easing back into his chest.
"Get some rest sweetheart."
"Mm..." humming in confirmation. He began to trace patterns on my shoulder. It wasn't long before his low baritone voice began humming our favorite melody sending me to sleep.
You're my everything underneath the sun. You're my everything, Rolled up into one. You're my only dream my only real reality. You're my idea of a perfect personality. You're my everything, everything I need. You're the song I sing, and the book I read. You're a way beyond belief and just to make it brief. You're my winter, summer, spring. My everything.
That is it Ladies and Gents our story with Bucky and Kyra has come to a conclusion. I for one and so happy to be done. I've nearly abandoned this story so many times, actually finishing it is ridiculously satisfying. I do have to make one thing very clear.
There will not be a sequel.
This is the end. I'll be doing a few one shots here and there maybe. But this story as a whole is done.
I'm not done writing. I might be considering starting a Peter Parker Fan Fic. But that's probably not going to happen, at least not right away. I've got a few ideas for original works that I want to flesh out as well. My ultimate dream is to write and get paid for it. So working on my own stories is a good start.
I want to thank everyone for sticking with the story and my inconsistent publishing tendencies. I hope this ending leaves you guys as satisfied as it has left me!