And I Don't Want the World to See Me
“But to me, the world was not a safe place.” —Pamela Anderson
Steve loved being Captain America, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t a sex object; he was a superhero! His costume wasn’t revealing, though it did hug his ass quite nicely. His stunts were strenuous, but he got to punch Adolf Hitler! But he was struggling with the demanding schedule. Juggling a tv show and a movie was a lot. He was shooting Baywatch during the day and Captain America during nights and weekends, well over, 18 hours a day.
Bucky went out of his way to be on set otherwise he wouldn’t see his mate. He hated that Steve was working so hard, but he knew how important this was to Steve. However, he struggled not to be overbearing and overprotective when he watched his pregnant mate do all of his stunts and work until he could barely stand…
“Again,” the director shouted.
Taking a deep breath, Steve threw his weight into the fight scene. “I could do this all day.” Except he couldn’t.
Stunt fighting was like a dance.
A step forward.
Steve swung, feigning a punch, but he stumbled—his costar Hugo caught him. A sharp pain in his side filled him with terror.
“Stop the camera!” The director called. “Rogers, you alright?”
Steve took a shaky breath.
“Steve!” Bucky’s voice was filled with worry. “What happened?”
“He fell,” Hugo answered.
Suddenly, Steve was in Bucky’s arms.
“You ok, doll?” Bucky asked.
“I-I don’t think so.” Steve whimpered. “Something’s wrong.”
“I’m taking him to the hospital right away,” Bucky said, helping Steve up.
Steve hated hospitals. He’d been so sick as a child, and he’d never really gotten over it. His stomach twisted with dread as they drew closer to the hospital. “I think I’m fine now.”
“Stevie, I know you’re scared, but we need to make sure you and the baby are alright.” Bucky squeezed his hand.
Holding Bucky’s hand, Steve couldn’t help fidgeting as they waited for the doctor.
“Barnes?” A nurse called.
Steve closed his eyes as the nurse took his blood pressure and measurements.
“The doctor will be in to see you shortly,” the nurse said.
So, now, they were waiting again.
Steve hated the sound of the paper crinkling underneath him. Kicking his feet, he pressed a hand against his rounded stomach. With the right clothes and angles, he could hide his condition, but when it was just him in a plain white t-shirt, he could see his baby growing day by day.
Finally, the doctor walked in. “Heard we had a bit of a scare?”
“He fell during shooting and complained of stomach pain,” Bucky explained. “We just want to make sure that he and the baby are ok.”
The doctor looked over his chart and frowned.
“Would you say that you’re under a lot of stress, Mr. Barnes?” The doctor asked.
Steve shrugged.
“He is,” Bucky answered.
“Has he been exerting himself?” The doctor asked.
“I’ve just been working a lot.” Steve said. He was tired, that’s all.
The doctor hummed. “If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll lose the baby. I’m going to prescribe progesterone which will help your hormone imbalance, but you really need to give your body a break.”
“Is my baby, ok?” Steve asked.
“Pull up your shirt. This will be cold,” the doctor warned. The song of the sonogram machine filled the room. “There’s your baby, and that’s a nice steady heartbeat.”
“Is the baby healthy?” Steve asked, staring at the little movements he couldn’t feel yet.
“Everything looks good, but both mama and baby need rest. Doctor’s orders.” The doctor smiled.
Bucky called Maria and explained the situation.
“We’ll have to stop production.” She sighed. “But that was expected. You take care of him and tell him to rest up.”
“Will do,” Bucky said. He hung up the phone and walked over to where Steve was sound asleep on their bed. Steve was pale with exhaustion, and he was so still that if it weren’t for his quiet snoring, Bucky might have thought he’d lost them. He’d never been so scared in his life…
Losing the baby would have destroyed Steve.
Bucky couldn’t help but think something that tragic and terrible would have ruined them. Sometimes, love isn’t enough…
Steve woke the next morning feeling perturbed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Pressing a hand against his stomach, he breathed a sigh of relief when he could feel that small bump.
But something was still wrong…
There was a buzzing, humming kind of sound. Frowning, Steve stood and followed it. He squinted at something glinting in the sunlight, pulling at it, he revealed a video camera? “Bucky?”
Bucky grunted and tried to hide his head under a pillow.
“Bucky!” Steve threw a sock at him.
“Wha— I’m up!” Bucky bolted up. “Are you alright?”
“Bucky, is this yours?” Steve said holding up the video camera, only it looked very strange, smaller and homemade…
Bucky tilted his head. “What’s that?”
“It’s a video camera,” Steve said. “I’ve not seen it before, you?”
Shaking his head, Bucky stood and took a closer look. “The cassette’s gone. Looks like the battery’s dying.”
“It was pointed at our bed,” Steve whispered. “It’s not yours?”
“No, baby, I’m sure it’s fine.” Bucky pulled Steve in his arms. “You’re supposed to be resting, not worrying yourself sick.”
“Get rid of it,” Steve begged.
Bucky took it from him. “I’ll throw it out. You craving anything for breakfast?”
Steve shook his head. “Maybe, just some tea and toast.” His stomach was in knots. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
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