The Truth
Bucky walked back into the bedroom, opening the wooden door to find his Alpha sitting strait up on the end of the bed, still naked and breathing aggressively.
Bucky held his hands up, walking closer to his Alpha and caressing his cheeks.
“Baby...” The Omega whispered, stroking the sharp jawline of his boyfriend.
“Is he still here?”
Bucky shrugged.
“Don’t know, but that doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” T’Challa said, moving to stand but Bucky made sure to sit on his lap first, weighing him down.
“No, babe. It doesn’t. What matters is that me and Steve talked it out, it’s fine, and you don’t have to worry about him.”
“I want to hurt him.” The Alpha growled out, still feeling primal.
“I know you do, but why don’t you just focus on me, Hmm?” The Omega asked, fluttering his eyes at him.
Bucky wasn’t stupid, he knew how attractive he was to his Alpha, and he most certainly knew how to distract the man.
The Omega leaned in, pressing his lips behind T’Challa’s ear, making the Alpha turn his head into Bucky’s neck.
T’Challa inhaled, already starting to relax from his boyfriend’s soothing scent.
Bucky stroked his hair, cradling his guys head in his hands, letting the others palms smooth over his sides, his middle, and his thighs.
He knew all T’Challa needed was a distraction, to forget even for a little while that another Alpha walked in on his boyfriend in a compromising position. Another Alpha that T’Challa had so much distaste for in the first place.
“Take a nap with me?” Bucky asked, whispering close to the others ear.
“Of course my love, anything you want.”
Bucky squealed when the Alpha picked him up by his waist, dragging the Omega on top of his large torso as they laid down.
They relaxed for a long time, Bucky almost asleep when-
“I still want to punch him.”
Bucky snorted, he had a feeling Steve had a black eye in his near future.
.•O•.
Becca sat on her couch with a glass of white wine in hand, taking sips often to relax herself.
Steves not home.
When she left him she assumed he’d still be passed out on the floor, but he was instead nowhere to be found.
She checked everywhere, but nothing, nada, zip.
So she poured herself a glass of wine, because fuck it, it was the day before her wedding and her hungover fiancé was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe he went to see Bucky...
She closed her eyes, that didn’t matter. Eventually, she told herself, Steve would move on, and he would love her. Her and nobody else, not even her perfect brother.
Taking in a deep breath, and then another sip from her glass.
She heard the slight creak their front door made whenever it was opened.
When she opened her eyes and looked to the left, she found him.
Steve, looking less recked than before, but still like shit.
He had dark circles and puffy bags under his eyes, and his skin was paler than normal, less red and more green. He was dressed more appropriately, in a simple t shirt and jeans, both clean compared to the sweat stained garments he adorned earlier this morning.
He looked as shocked to see her as she was to see him, his space out look coming into focus once he realized he wasn’t alone in the house.
Where did he expect her to be? Maybe that’s where he was, out looking for her. Maybe...
“You’re home.” He stated, swallowing as he took in her blank face.
“Yes, where were you?” She asked, her voice was sharper than intended, but she didn’t bother to correct it.
“Umm, I was at your parents house.”
Her parents didn’t leave until she did, and she’d only gotten home five minutes ago. The drive from her mother and fathers house would have been longer from the diner, which means they weren’t there.
But Bucky was, he was tired, he went home early. Him and T’Challa.
“Well, we went out to breakfast, their probably not even home yet.” She said, sipping her drink.
“Yeah, they weren’t there. I talked to your brother though.” He said, walking into their kitchen.
She waited a minute until he returned, glass of water in hand.
Steve sat in the chair across from the couch she sat on, his legs spread wide and a tired look on his face.
“Look, Becca...” He started, taking a breath before sighing it out.
“You’re not breaking up with me.” She said, clearly seeing where this ‘conversation’ was going.
“I never said-“
“I know what you were going to say. Did Bucky tell you too? Is that what you talked about?” She demanded.
“We- Rebecca let’s not talk about your brother right now-“
“Why?” She asked, “Why not? Clearly you two had a conversation about our relationship. Unless you just wanted to discuss flower arrangements, hmm?”
“Why are you so fucking mad?!” He finally raised his voice. “Because you’ll be embarrassed over the fact you got dumped? Because I sure as hell know it’s not because you love me! So stop acting like it’s all my fault becaus-“
“Are you fucking kidding me Steve?” She yelled back, cutting him off.
“You know, I told myself that we’d have a mature, calm discussion about this but something about you just riles me up like no other- god! What is it about you that drives me so fucking crazy?!” He yelled, rubbing a hand over his face and through his fluffed up blond hair.
“Oh so this is all my fault?! I just ruined your fucking life didn’t I?!” She screams back, standing so she was now taller.
“Yes!” He yelled. “If you didn’t get involved I would have been happy! I would still be with-“
“With Bucky?!” She asked, “Guess what Steve, you’re the one that came onto me!” She yelled, throwing her glass, hearing it land on the ground in a loud crash.
She was sure glass shards scattered her living room but she really didn’t give a fuck, because now the whole house was filled with Steve silence.
“I- I never came onto you, Rebecca.” He said, voice much quieter now. His eyes were disbelieving, and his lip trembled with distrust.
“Yes you fucking did!” She yelled back, emotion was starting to thicken her voice but she pushed through.
“No- I would never-“
“Never what Steve? Cheat? To fucking late.”
“I didn’t!” He yelled back, “I didn’t come onto you, I fucking didn’t!”
“Have you really twisted the story so much in your fucking mind that you forgot what actually happened, have you honestly lied to yourself and everyone else so much that you believe I was the one to start all of this?” She asked, actually in disbelief over the fact he was so shocked.
Does he really not remember?
“No, Rebecca I didn’t. I- when? I- I would never-“
She cut off his stuttering.
“Yes, Steve, yes you fucking did. How can you not remember?” She asked, staring at him as he looked right back at her, his lips parted and no noise coming out.
“When?” He whispered.
“At Scott Lang’s party, day before senior year started, you... you really don’t remember?”
He shook his head, what the fuck did he do?
[flashback]
“Bucky, Bucky I- I love you baby...” Steve slurred wetly into his boyfriend’s neck, loving the way his Omega felt sitting on his lap.
Steve just knew, everybody at this fucking party, in this fucking living room was jealous of him. Jealous of the fact that Steve had the most beautiful Omega on his lap, holding his hand, ass pressed against Steve’s dick.
“You are so... sexy, so sexy...” He mumbled, running his right palm up and down Bucky’s long, long legs, over his thigh and around his beautiful hips.
“We, should-“ Steve sniffed, rubbing his eyes slightly to stay awake. “We should go upstairs, baby.” He spoke into Bucky’s ear.
“No Stevie, let’s stay down here.” The Omega said, smiling at the Alpha and patting his cheek.
“W-why?” Steve asked.
“Because you just wanna go upstairs and have sex.” Bucky said, laughing a little at Steve’s dumbfounded expression.
“Well, we should do that.” The Alpha said, clearly not understanding what the problem was in his drunken state.
“No, we shouldn’t.” Bucky said, voice calm because that was the only way to make a drunk Steve understand.
“Why?” The Alpha asked again.
“Because I’m not ready.” Bucky said, before turning back to Bruce Banner to resume his conversation about Resident Evil and how great a franchise it was. All the while Steve smiled at the soothing rub his Omega’s hand gave his arm, the arm that was wrapped around Bucky’s slim waist.
Bucky was so sexy, the Alpha thought, he was so beautiful. Smelt good too, so sweet, so delicious.
Steve felt his dick harden, fuck, he really wanted to fuck.
Like now, he needed his dick in something now, like holy hell.
Bucky must have felt it, considering he was on Steve’s lap, but all he did was stand up, whispering into Steve’s ear. “Baby, Why don’t you go get some water or something, maybe go deal with that in the bathroom.”
Steve nodded, Bucky was so smart.
Standing was weird, he had a boner, he was drunk, and he just needed to be doing anything but standing right now.
The Alpha heard some of his friends laugh, no doubt spotting his tented pants but he could care less right now.
Steve wondered through the house for a long time before deciding to go upstairs, he was pretty sure there was a bathroom up there somewhere. It’s not like Scott’s house was very big anyway, he was bound to find somewhere private for him and his privates.
Haha, privates.
Steve chuckled against the wall, until he bumped into another body. He jumped away, yelling, “Ahh!” Before feeling hands on his shoulders.
“Woah, woah! It’s okay! It’s okay Steve, it’s just me.” He heard, refusing to open his eyes as he pressed himself against the wall.
“Me who?!” He called out, feeling out with his right palm to search blindly for the other body. His hand landed on something soft and squishy, he squeezed it because it felt nice.
“Rebecca- Umm, Steve?” She asked, voice unreadable.
“Yeah?!” He yelled out, because apparently drunk Steve didn’t understand what inside voice was.
“Can you stop grabbing my boob?” She asked.
Steve opened one eye experimentally, trailing his sight from his shoulder, all the way down his arm and to his hand, realizing his fingers and palm were in fact grabbing Rebecca Barnes’ boob.
Wow, Steve never noticed how big Bucky’s sisters tits were. They were no Peggy Carter, but definitely a solid handful.
“Steve?” She asked again.
“Oh!” He shouted, releasing her breast and turning away fast, only to wack his hard as rocks dick against the wall and fall to his knees in pain.
“Holy fucking shit!” He yelled eyes wide, turning so his back was against the wall as he sat on the floor, holding his palms against his crotch.
“Oh my god are you okay?” Rebecca asked, kneeling down to check on him. “Should I- should I get ice or something?” She asked.
“No...” He groaned shaking his head.
“Should I get James?”
“What? Oh- no I- fuck!” He stumbled over his words confused because he was in pain and wonder what the hell just happened.
“Steve?” She asked, putting her hand on his knee to get his attention.
Becca looked truly frightened, eyes wide as she looked around for anyone else to help.
“It’s fine, Rebecca...” he groaned out, patting her hand. “I’m fine.”
“Okay...”
She sat beside him, still looking concerned and like she wanted to go find her brother to deal with his insane boyfriend.
Steve breathed out ruffly, slouching to his left to lean on the Beta’s shoulder. She seemed surprised, making a little gasp when his weight pressed on hers.
“Are you sure you’re okay Steve?”
“I’m great- fantastic...”
They sat there for a long time, until Steve turned his face into her neck, hiding under her hair.
“Wow, you smell like flowers.” He said, turning more to the side to put his hand across her waist, getting closer to her with his whole body. Rebecca sat stock still, starting to freak out because holy fuck this was her brothers boyfriend!
“Steve?” She whispered, getting him to look up at her.
He moved so they were eye to eye.
“You, you have a nice nose...” He said, eyes wide in wonder.
“Thank you...?” She tilted her head, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.
“And lips, so much like... like,” Steve trailed off, his face leaning towards hers.
Rebecca’s eyes stayed wide open as Steve’s lips crashed down on her.
She was shocked, but once it sank in she shoved Steve away.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” She whisper yelled.
“Rebecca...” Steve whispered out, bringing a hand up to hold her face. “That felt good.”
She breathed out, eyelids not once lowering.
Steve just kissed her... Bucky’s boyfriend just kissed her.
His lips were so soft.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” She said.
“Why? It felt nice.” He said, biting his lip and leaning in again.
This time his tongue slipped in, pressing against her lips and urging her to open.
This felt nothing like her previous kisses, those were always rushed and uncoordinated, this was gentle but passionate, soft and practiced.
Rebecca felt her eyes close over the next three blinks, and she let her mouth open when a large hand trailed over her thigh, she reciprocated when a low moan ran from the body above hers into her own, through sealed lips.
It didn’t go on much longer.
“Steve?” They heard.
It was Bucky, he was on the stairs.
The Alpha pulled away, smiling at Rebecca before sitting back against the wall and scooting away from the Beta.
“Hey baby, I’m up here!” Steve called out.
A moment later Rebecca saw her twin, looking cute as ever, walk all the way up the stairs and towards them, kneeling down in front of his boyfriend.
“You okay, Stevie?” The Omega asked.
Steve nodded, smiling reassuringly at the brunette.
“Of course, your sister made sure I didn’t die.” The Alpha laughed, grinning drunkenly up at his beautiful Omega.
Bucky laughed back, smiling at his sister. “Thanks, should have never left this one to his own devices.”
“No problem,” Rebecca heard herself whisper, watching as Bucky helped the Alpha stand.
Steve hugged Bucky, looking at Becca over the Omega’s back, biting his lip and sending a wink.
She remembers Steve’s lips being so soft.
[endscene]
“I... I remember the next day, you- you came up and grabbed my hand. You lead me to an empty class room- you- you-“ Steve stumbled.
“I kissed you...” Rebecca finished.
“You kissed me.” The Alpha whispered back.
Steve just stared at his hands.
Rebecca gazed at the broken wine glass.
It was so quiet in the living room she was sure she heard Steve’s heart crack. All this time, he never fucking knew.
“We’re not breaking up.” Rebecca said, stealing her emotions and putting back up her cold front.
She continued, “We’re getting married tomorrow, because eventually, we will love each other. So we are not breaking up.”
Steve just gulped.
Then he nodded.
“Okay...”
.•O•.
When Bucky woke up it was dark outside and his stomach was growling.
T’Challa wasn’t in bed with him, so the Omega got up to search for his Alpha.
He found him downstairs, sitting at the table with his father.
Bucky rubbed his eyes, sitting in the chair next to his boyfriend, across the table from his dad.
“What time is it?”
George looked at his watch. “Ten past eleven.”
“Pm?” Bucky asked, shocked he’d slept the day away.
“Mhmm, you missed dinner.” T’Challa said, standing up to grab a filled plate from the microwave, bringing it to rest in front of his Omega.
“Thank you.” Bucky said, leaning over to kiss T’Challa, the Alpha happily returning it and resting an arm over Bucky as the Omega began to dig in.
“So how was the rest of your day?” George asked, “I’m assuming you napped mostly?”
Bucky nodded, but then swallowed before saying. “Steve stopped by.”
“Why?” George asked, raising a brow when T’Challa growled.
“He thought someone was breaking in so he busted the door open on me and T’Challa when we-“ He immediately stopped talking, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red.
George coughed awkwardly, understanding what his son was saying.
“So me and Steve talked.” Bucky mumbled, moving past that uncomfortable moment.
“About?” George asked, getting a grumpy look on his face at the fact his Omega child had to talk to Steve.
“Umm, well a lot. We talked about what happened between us, and he told me some stuff. We talked about Becks, and about the wedding.” Bucky said, not wanting to tell his father everything.
He’d tell T’Challa later, but he didn’t want his dad to know every detail.
“Well, what exactly did he tell you?” George pressed.
“We just- I think we needed to talk this stuff out, and- he just told me about his feelings and you know, not a whole lot...” Bucky trailed off, taking a big bite to occupy his mouth.
“His feelings?” George asked.
“Mhmm.”
“About you?”
“Yep...” Bucky mumbled through his full mouth.
“About Rebecca?”
“Yeah-huh...”
“And those feelings would be... what exactly?” His father asked, pressing Bucky for more answers.
“Umm, you know... that he... is still... in love with...”
“You?” George asked.
Bucky shrugged, “Yeah?”
“But he’s marrying your sister tomorrow?”
“I told him he should break it off with her if they weren’t in love.” Bucky said, attempting to lessen his fathers anger.
“What?” T’Challa asked, eyes direct.
“Not because I want him single!” Bucky said, “because no matter what they did neither of them should be in a loveless marriage.”
“You’re right.” George said.
“I am?”
“Yeah, as much as I don’t like what your sister did, and how she hurt you, she’s still my child and I want what’s best for her. I’m glad you told him that, I don’t want him marrying Rebecca, or any one in this family.” George said, looking down at the table as he contemplated.
“Why?” Bucky asked, a little shocked. His father had never talked about anyone that way, at least not in front of him.
“He’s a cheater Bucky, he hurt you. And I know your sister did too but she’s still my child and I love her, but Steve isn’t my child, I don’t have to love him, I don’t have to like him. In fact, I don’t even wanna see him. He hurt you, and I have a feeling he’s gonna her Rebecca. Because no matter what you wanna believe, Steve is not a good person. He’s not, he seems like it, but a good person doesn’t hurt someone they say they love like that.” His father said, reaching out to hold his hand.
“When your son is born, when you hold him in your arms and see his sweet, beautiful face, you’ll understand how I’m feeling. Because I know, the moment that baby is out in this world, you will do anything to protect him, and you will never, ever want someone like Steve around and breaking his heart.”
Bucky felt tears in his eyes, he never understood how much this hurt his parents. Bucky knew what it felt like when his heart broke, but he never considered what it felt like to his parents when their hearts broke.
Bucky nodded his head, not able to talk around the lump in his throat. He squeezed his dad’s hand, blinking away the tears when his father brought their hands to his lips for a soft kiss.
George let go so Bucky could finish eating.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky said, even on a whisper his voice was crackling. “I didn’t realize how much this hurt you.”
“No honey, don’t apologize. Something bad happened to you, and me and your mother don’t blame you at all.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t visit, I’m sorry.” The tears actually dropped now.
Bucky felt his Alpha’s warm palm rub up and down his back, reassuring his Omega that he was here, he was safe.
“I know baby, and we’re not mad. I promise, nobody’s mad at you.”
Bucky nodded, “I love you.” He said, bringing his own palm to his belly to feel the baby kick.
“I love you too, more than you know.” George said, fighting off the water in his eyes.
He felt T’Challa’s lips press above his ear, the Alpha whispering in, “And I love you.” Bringing his large hand to press next to Bucky’s on the Omega’s belly, feeling their son kick.
Kick,
Kick,
Kick.
Until everything felt better.