The Wedding (Part One)
“Today’s the day, the final day.” Winnie sighed as she stepped into the living room.
“Jeez, mom you make it sound like Rebecca’s signing her life away.” Bucky said, easing himself onto the couch.
“Well...” his mother said, dusting off nonexistent lint from her pants and walking into the kitchen.
It was 6:00 am, and the entire Barnes residence was awake and tired. Bucky and T’Challa were able to squeeze in a shower real quick together moments before, until Bucky’s uncle started pounding on the door expecting them to get out.
They didn’t need to get dressed yet, the wedding wasn’t until 3:00, and they didn’t wanna be stuck in their tuxes all morning.
While Bucky and his Alpha were still tired from the late night before, their baby on the other hand seemed to be wide awake and ready to face the day... from Bucky’s tummy.
The Omega laid across T’Challa’s chest, letting the Alpha’s hands rest over his belly.
“You need to calm little one, it is still early.” T’Challa said, directing his voice towards the swell of their son.
“No,” Bucky said, patting his Alpha’s hand. “Let him tire himself out, that way he just sleeps through the reception.”
His boyfriend laughed, patting the bump and giving Bucky’s cheek a kiss.
“What would you like to do until we have to leave, my love?” The Alpha asked, reclining back into the couch with his Omega sliding in along his side.
“We could go for a walk?”
“That would be nice.” T’Challa said.
Bucky’s mother must have overheard them because she walked over to stand in front of them, a tired look on her face as she asked. “Oh honey, do you think you could stay around and help me with some things?”
Bucky smiled at his mother, nodding. “Of course mom, no problem.”
She grinned at him, leaning down to pat his cheek. “Thank you, sweetie.”
After Bucky’s talk with his father last night the Omega was feeling guilty. He hadn’t realized how much he’d hurt his parents by not coming home, not ever visiting. So if he could help them out, he would. Even if it was for Rebecca and Steve’s wedding.
“Please do not strain yourself.” T’Challa whispered in his ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Bucky whispered back, a smirk playing at his lips as he bumped noses with his Alpha.
“Rebec- Rebecca? Just- yes. Just let me-“ Winifred came back in the room, the phone to her ear and her broken wording being unanswered. She held the phone away from her, looking at Bucky.
“Your sister would like to talk to you.” She said, handing the phone over.
Bucky hesitantly brought the device to his ear, his head still resting on T’Challa’s shoulder.
“Hello?” He asked.
“Oh good, Bucky.” She sighed, sounding... relieved?
“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked.
“I need some help getting ready and Natasha can’t come over cause she’s helping Steve and Sam set things up, I was wondering if you could come over?” She sounded nervous, asking him for a favor.
“Uhm,” He looked at T’Challa, the Alpha only shrugged.
It was up to Bucky.
“Please?” She asked, sounding desperate, and kind of sad.
“Yeah- Yeah sure Becks. We’ll be over in 20.”
“Oh!” She said, “I was wondering if maybe... just you could come over?”
“You want me to not bring T’Challa?” He asked, and the Alpha raised a brow at him.
“Yeah, it’s just, all he’ll be doing is sitting around when we get ready, seems unfair. I’m sure mom could use his help?” She suggested.
“I mean, I- I guess.” He agreed.
“Okay perfect! I’ll see you soon!”
And then she hung up.
“So?” The Alpha asked.
Bucky just shook his head, “I don’t know. I guess I’m gonna go help her get ready, can you stay here and help my mom?”
“Of course. Do you want me to drive you?”
Bucky nodded, “Yeah, can we stop and get some tea or something?” He asked, already starting to stand.
“Anything you want.” T’Challa said, accompanying Bucky up the stairs to gather his things.
He grabbed his tux, his phone and charger, and a box of Cheerios because he was hungry and didn’t know what kind of food Becca and Steve kept.
His mother gave him a hug and a pat on the back, wishing him luck.
He would need it.
.•O•.
When Bucky walked up to Rebecca’s front door, a Starbucks tea in hand, and only hesitated five seconds before knocking.
T’Challa was behind him, holding the garment bag containing his tux, and his box of cereal (half eaten because Bucky decided to eat them like they were chips on the drive over).
Rebecca opened the door only moments after he knocked, her hair was wrapped in a towel, most likely still wet from a shower. And she was wearing sweats and a tank top, barefoot and looking flustered.
“I thought you were coming alone?” She asked when she caught sight of the Alpha.
“He’s just helping me carry my stuff in.”
“Okay,” She nodded, eyeing T’Challa for a moment before stepping back and letting them in.
T’Challa set his items on the couch, walking back up to Bucky and planting a kiss on his lips.
“Call me if you need picked up.” He whispered, patting his belly as a goodbye to their child and making his departure.
When Bucky turned around he saw Rebecca waiting on the stairs, eyes wide and a grin on her face.
“So,” She clapped her hands together. “Come upstairs with me.”
And then she turned and started walking away. Bucky followed, though at a much slower pace.
He wasn’t prepared for what awaited him when he stepped into Rebecca’s room, a place he’d never been before, a place that smelled of Steve and his sister, a place littered in sticky notes and paper.
What the fuck?
All across the bed were piles of paper, on the two chairs in the room, sticky notes stuck to each seat. On the walls, the tv, heck, even some on the floor.
“Are... you okay?” Bucky asked, watching as his sister went back to working on more notes.
“Me? I’m fine.” She said.
“What are you doing?” He asked, standing in the middle of the room and just looking.
God, there was so much to look at.
“Making a pros and cons list.” She said, shrugging like this wasn’t the most insane thing he’s ever seen.
“Pros and cons of what?”
“Wether or not I should marry Steve.” She said, as if to say ‘duh’.
“And?” He asked.
“And what?” She turned to look at him, irritated that he was asking so many questions.
“What’s winning? Pros or cons?” He asked, taking a sip of his tea.
“Can’t decided, that’s why there’s so many papers.”
“Rebecca there’s so much paper in here it’s probably a whole fucking tree.” He said, picking up a sheet and examining the messy scrawl.
She snatched it out of his hand, holding it to her chest and looking at him accusatorially.
“Hey,” He said, holding up his hands. “You’re the one that invited me over to help you, so don’t start acting all defensive.”
She deflated. “I’m sorry.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” She said, shaking her head and putting on a smile. “Let’s just start getting ready.” And then she turned towards the bathroom, soon after Bucky heard the hair dryer start.
Whatever was going on with his sister couldn’t be good.
Bucky examined some of the papers while Becca was out of the room, stopping on one in particular.
Pros
Steve is handsome
Steve is nice
Steve loves me
Cons
Steve is ugly
Steve is rude
Steve hates me
Bucky was starting to wonder what exactly Steve and Rebecca’s relationship was really like.
Or maybe his sister was just losing her mind.
He picked up another paper.
This one wasn’t a pros and cons list, it simply had scrawled messing writing, the letters written in sharp, jagged lines.
“Steve will never love me because he came back, it’s always about him! And it’s his fault, he’s the problem. Always the problem.”
Bucky stared at the sticky note for a moment, rereading the words over and over. Did his sister really blame him for all of this? Did she honestly twist it up in her head so much that she believed Bucky was the one in the wrong?
He heard the floor squeak behind him, and the Omega dropped the note to the floor, turning around only to be met with the sight of Rebecca inches from his face, the unplugged hairdryer in her hand, the cord dangling against the ground.
He was about to say something when she raised the object above her head, and then she was so fast.
When it wacked him in the head he was knocked out and on the floor before any words could come out his mouth.
.•O•.
T’Challa was sat at a seat on one of the long benches, he was close to the back, not wanting to take up space near the front, nor did he want to be that close to witness the wedding.
He was texting James to ask where he was,
T’Challa:
Are you still with your sister?
James:
Yes :)
T’Challa:
Isn’t the wedding about to start? Shouldn’t you be finding a seat?
James:
Everything is fine stop worrying
The Alpha was confused by the text, usually his boyfriend always used commas and periods when typing, and he never sent emojis because he knew T’Challa didn’t quite understand them.
Maybe he was in a rush.
The Alpha looked to his left, at the large doors inside the church, where the wedding party would enter from. Down the long, long aisle.
T’Challa looked towards the front of the large room, locking eyes with George Barnes who mouthed, “Where is Bucky?”
T’Challa shrugged, frowning. Mouthing back, “I don’t know.”
George’s face began to grow worried, but before he could do anything the large doors opened, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids started walking out. Steve stood nervously at the alter, not looking excited, not looking panicked, just looking blank.
Blank face, blank stance, blank emotions.
T’Challa grabbed his phone again.
T’Challa:
It’s starting where are you?
James:
I’m fine
T’Challa:
That’s not what I asked. I asked where you were.
James:
Everything’s fine
T’Challa:
James answer me.
James:
Vrythins fne
Everything is not fine, T’Challa needed to find his Omega.
T’Challa:
James, where are you?
Nothing.
T’Challa:
Please
Nothing.
T’Challa:
I can help, did something happen?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
A different music started to play as the wedding party finished walking down the aisle, and when T’Challa turned his head, slightly to the left, he saw Rebecca Barnes.
She stepped out of the large doors, Cinderella dress on, and blinding grin plastered to her face.
And there was still nothing.