The Intruder
A moment later he heard a click, and a voice, before he looked over at the door to see-
“Oh my god! Get out!” Bucky yelled
The Omega’s eyes were locked on to bright blue. Once T’Challa realized another was here he pulled out of Bucky, a growl forming its way out his throat.
“GET OUT.” His Alpha growled dangerously.
“Oh my god- oh my god I’m sorry!” Steve said, shutting the door immediately.
Bucky covered his face out of embarrassment, he felt T’Challa’s body lay over his, attempting to cover his boyfriend even after the onlooking eyes were gone.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” The Omega whispered.
“I’ll kill him.” T’Challa whispered back, his primal side still growling at another Alpha intruding on his territory and seeing his Omega in such an exposed manner.
“No you won’t.” Bucky said, raising his right palm to caress his Alpha’s cheek. “I’ll deal with it.”
“What?” T’Challa asked, eyes wide at the thought of his Omega talking to that Alpha. He knew Bucky could do whatever he wanted, but with what just transpired he was feeling protective.
“Just let me talk to him, you cool down.” Bucky said, getting up and putting his clothes back on. He turned around once he was dressed, pointing his finger at the Alpha on the bed.
“Stay here.” He said sternly.
T’Challa grumbled but nodded.
Bucky made his way out of the bedroom, and down the stairs. He checked the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom but no sign of Steve.
Maybe the Alpha just completely fled the scene.
Until, when Bucky turned to head back upstairs he caught sight of the front door, through the window in the middle of the wood.
Steve.
The Alpha was pacing outside, hand running down his face and scrubbing his hair into a wild blond mess.
Bucky sighed, letting his hand come to smooth out the swell of his belly, sliding over the big black sweater he wore.
The baby was blissfully asleep.
The Omega padded barefoot towards the front door, with one last glance towards the stairs to his right, he turned the knob and walked outside.
Steve turned to him, eyes wide.
.•O•.
When Steve woke up in his and Rebecca’s house he was confused, last he remembered he was having the time of his life making a fool of himself on the dance floor to... Billy Idol?
Huh.
The next thing that had him scratching his head was the fact that he was on the floor, in the entree way of their house.
Double huh.
He rolled to his back, head pounding with the whole movement.
Fuck, what the hell happened last night? Obviously his friends got him home safely, but what time was it, morning?
Well there was daylight filtering through the windows.
Hmm... he scratched his stomach where his shirt had ridden up.
He should probably change, his clothes were smelling a bit rank. Maybe shower too.
So he set to doing that, but first he had to get off the floor.
That took a good five minutes, and he didn’t even bother cleaning up the clothes he threw on the floor, stripping items on his way to the upstairs bathroom. And the stairs, that was a dangerous act in his current state.
The shower was nice though, woke him up a little more.
After getting dressed he decided to grab a banana and head to Rebecca’s parents house, where his fiancée most likely was.
He drove, slowly because his head still hurt and he needed to pay attention.
When he walked up to the front door he knocked, but no one answered.
He waited a minute, feeling even more confused because where was everyone?
Steve jiggled the door knob, finding it unlocked. So he entered, walked around the downstairs for awhile, but still, no one was around.
Then where was Rebecca? he pulled out his phone to call her but the device was dead.
What the hell was he supposed to do now, the weddings tomorrow and surly she has a task for him to be doing. She’s probably gonna be pissed at him, whenever it is that she gets her hands around Steve’s throat.
He just stood there, staring at the black screen of his dead phone.
Until,
THUNK!
The Alpha raised his head toward the ceiling, that was loud.
Sounded like something dropped, and if no one was home, then who the hell was that?
He rushed up the stairs, hoping to catch the intruder in the act. If someone was robbing the Barnes’ home he would kick their ass.
Once he was upstairs he stood in the hallway, listening.
There was some noise coming from Bucky’s old room, but he couldn’t make out what exactly.
Deciding to just open the door and catch whoever it was and hopefully surprise them, he just turned the knob and pushed the wooden door open fast.
But then his eyes became wide with surprise, shock, HORROR.
What-
But how-
Fuck, what the fuck-
Steve felt like he was gonna puke, this is the absolute worst thing he could be seeing.
For a moment he wondered if he was still drunk and just hallucinating, or maybe he was still asleep and this was a nightmare, a terrible, terrible nightmare.
Everything seemed to slow down, it felt like he’d been standing there his whole life, like he’d just come into existence and this is where his life started.
In Bucky Barnes’ childhood bedroom watching the Omega get pounded into by his boyfriend, baby daddy, future mate-
And then, from under the Alpha’s larger body, wintery cold eyes found his, and flared with anger.
Anger towards Steve.
Anger towards the blonds presence, anger directed in the place where Steve is sure he was born again because fuck! Obviously if he can’t remember anything from before this moment it meant this is where he started.
And as if in slow motion Bucky Barnes’ lips started moving, face pinched in ANGER.
Or maybe... pleasure?
Not Steve’s pleasure.
Never Steve’s pleasure.
Steve only caused anger.
Only anger in those frosty eyes.
As if everything came back into real time the words,
“Oh my god! Get out!”
Blasted through his ears, he was sure it sounded louder than in reality.
Steve was sure his eyes were still wide, he could feel the pull on his skin.
Somewhere there was another voice, a deeper one, an angrier one.
“GET OUT.”
But that voice didn’t matter, even if the holder of it decided to beat his body to a pulp, every inch of skin formed in bruises and pain.
That voice didn’t matter to him, because it wasn’t Bucky’s voice.
He should say something, something that would take the pinch of anger out of the Omega’s beautiful face.
Anything to get rid of that seven year old anger.
So he says,
“Oh my god- oh my god I’m sorry!”
And then nothing was slow, it fast and it was real.
He shut the door, probably harder then he should.
He walked down the hall, down the stairs, through the door.
Should he leave?
Yes.
Is he leaving?
No.
He doesn’t know how, suddenly he’s unsure of how to drive his car, he feels like if he got in the drivers seat he wouldn’t know how to work the machine.
If he could start it he’d probably crash, maybe he should walk?
No.
The Alpha paced back and forth on the small porch of the Barnes family home, not going down the front steps and instead closing his eyes and distressing his hair.
He pulled hard on the blond hairs, relishing in the pinch upon his scalp, it was grounding him. It made it feel real.
“This is real.” He whispered.
His heavy breathes were echoing through his chest.
“That just happened.”
Fuck, he couldn’t breathe.
Is this how Bucky felt when he saw-
When he saw Steve fucking his sister?
“This is happening.”
Creak
His eyes turned towards the front door, and his hands dropped from his head.
Bucky.
.•O•.
They just looked at each other, Bucky leaning his back against the front door and Steve standing closer to the steps, hands at his side.
One of them needed to say something, so Bucky figured he’d start.
“Let’s sit down.”
Steve didn’t move, but Bucky walked towards the steps, sitting on the top one.
When Bucky looked back at the Alpha and saw those blue eyes still locked on him he said, “Sit down, Steve.”
And he did, on Bucky’s right, with barely any space between them.
The Omega could hear Steve’s breathes beside him, but he didn’t wanna look at the Alpha.
“Why did you come in my room?” Bucky asked.
Steve’s distressed Alpha smell became more prominent.
“Answer the question, Steve.”
“Because...”
“Because why?” Bucky whispered.
“I... I thought you were being robbed, because no one was home.”
Bucky closed his eyes.
“Really? That’s the reason?”
“Yes.” Steve said, no doubt in his voice.
“You do realize T’Challa wants to kill you, right?” Bucky asked, he couldn’t help the bit of anger in his voice.
He was angry, because no matter how much he’s moved on he will always be angry with Steve.
“He probably should.” Steve replied.
Bucky turned his eyes towards Steve, a little startled at the answer.
Finally the Alpha looked at him, his puppy dog eyes on full display.
“Listen Buck, I’m sorry. I just feel-“ He cut himself off.
“Just feel what? What do you feel Steve?” Bucky demanded, because the Alpha can’t just keep doing things to him, today, right now Bucky was gonna make it clear that there are boundaries between them. Steve can’t just keep doing whatever he wants, he just can’t.
“I feel like shit. Like, my heart won’t stop beating against my rib cage, it’s like it’s pounding. When I saw you-“ He inhaled, breathing a few times before continuing.
“When I saw you two, together. I just, felt awful. And sad. I have no right to feel that way, I know.” He told Bucky, apologies written across his face.
“But- if I ever made you feel even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now, I-“
He swallowed.
“I’m so sorry.” His voice was thick with emotion at this point, and Bucky himself felt his eyes sting with tears, a reaction from seeing another so emotional.
“Steve?” Bucky asked, bringing the Alpha’s sight from his lap back to Bucky’s eyes.
“Why are you marrying Rebecca?”
Steve shook his head, an actual tear trickling down his cheek.
“I don’t know.” He whispered, voice so quiet Bucky could hardly hear.
Bucky sighed, feeling a knot grow in his throat.
Seven years he’d been waiting to ask these questions, seven years of wondering why. And now it’s happening, he finally has the opportunity to ask, and it’s so much that he just has to take a moment and realize years of his life, years of curiosity will finally be over, he can finally just breath and not worry about the betrayals of those he loved, not think about how they could’ve hurt him.
He can finally stop thinking about them.
“Why did you cheat on me? What did... What did Rebecca have that I didn’t?” He asked.
Steve looked up, eyes wide.
“Rebecca doesn’t have anything you don’t, you’re- perfect and she’s... she’s, I don’t know. Different? She just gets under my skin, and whispers in my ear. I can’t stop thinking about her even though she drives me fucking crazy!”
“That’s no reason to cheat!” Bucky said, getting upset again.
“I know, I know it’s not. If I could take it back I would.” The Alpha said, his eyes locked on Bucky’s, they were determined. He needed Bucky to know that he regretted it.
“Then why are you marrying her?” Bucky demanded.
If Steve could take it back, then why would he continue a relationship with her?
“Because I can’t have you!” Steve shouted.
“That’s a shit reason to marry someone!” Bucky yelled back.
“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I know that she doesn’t love me, she has to know that I don’t love her. We’re not in love, we’ve never been in love.”
More tears streamed down Steve’s face, though Bucky held back the moister in his eyes.
“Then why did you cheat on me? Because I wouldn’t have sex with you? Is that it because that’s...” Bucky huffed, frustrated that he wasn’t getting answers.
“I didn’t mean to cheat on you.” Steve said.
Bucky scoffed.
“No, really. When it happened, it just- it just fucking happened. And then I knew what I’d done, after, I knew that I’d cheated. And she just- she acted like we had some special secret. She kept telling me how much fun it was, how special I made her feel. I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, and then...”
“You did.” Bucky said.
Steve nodded. “I did.”
“Why not just break up with me?”
“I would never,” Steve whispered. “Bucky you’re so special, you’re just everything. And you were with me, out of everyone in our school you chose me. I guess I liked having a secret, having someone that wanted my body, that let me have theirs. But-“ the Alpha shook his head again, staring out into the open street.
“But me and you? We had a relationship, and that was special. Sex? That just felt good, but it didn’t mean anything, not when I had someone to talk to, and to love, someone who loved me. And then I fucked it up.”
Bucky felt the baby kick, resting his palm over the bump to calm his little love.
“You know,” Steve started. “I miss holding your hand.” The Alpha said, looking at where Bucky’s palm rested, a smile on the blonds face.
“Holding my hand?”
“Yeah, Becca’s is always sweaty for some reason.”
That made Bucky laugh.
And then Steve set his hand on Bucky’s knee.
“You know, if you told me to, I would call off the wedding.” The Alpha said, eyes now on Bucky’s.
The Omega stared at Steve’s hand, feeling the warmth of it through his leggings.
“Why would I tell you to do that?” He asked.
“Maybe I’m just hoping you will.”
Bucky felt Steve move closer, the Alpha’s chest now against his right shoulder.
“Steve.” Bucky said, grabbing the Alpha’s wrist and moving the others hand off of his knee.
“We may be twins, but I’m not my sister.” He said, looking the Alpha in the eye, staring him down until he realized Bucky didn’t want him this close.
Steve closed his eyes, nodded his head, and pulled away.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“I’m not gonna ask you to call the wedding off, but I don’t think you should marry Rebecca.” Bucky said, making Steve’s head whip up to look at him.
“Not because of me.” Bucky said. “Because it isn’t fair to either of you to marry someone you don’t love, I may still be mad, and part of me thinks you two deserve an unhappy marriage. But she’s still my sister, and I like to think of myself as a good person, so I think you two shouldn’t get married because that’s your only option.”
“You’re probably right.” Steve said.
“I usually am.” The Omega said, smiling charmingly at the Alpha.
Steve just laughed, feeling more relaxed after this conversation.
“I don’t wanna break her heart still.”
Bucky nodded at that.
“Then don’t.” The Omega said, as if it was that simple.
“How can I break off a wedding without breaking her heart?”
“I don’t know Steve, I’ve never been in that situation. But I can guarantee you’ll only break it more if you do marry her, because no matter the act she puts on, she’s still want love. Now,” the Omega said, putting his hands on his knees. “I’m gonna go try and calm my Alpha down, hopefully convince him to not murder you, and then maybe cuddle.”
Steve watched the Omega stand, with only a little struggle due to his baby belly.
“Bucky?”
“Hmm?” The Omega hummed, stretching his back.
“Thanks.”
Bucky tilted his head, seeming to contemplate his response.
“Yeah, bye Steve.”
The Alpha watched the Omega walk back inside.
What was he gonna do now?