The Wedding (Part Two)
Bucky felt dizzy, and disoriented.
He brought his hands to his face, feeling a bump on his forehead.
Ouch.
When he came back into conciseness a little more he realized he was laying down, cramped up. His legs were bent into his stomach, and his neck was curled against a wall.
He felt the baby kick, and was relieved to know that his son was fine.
When he opened his eyes it hurt, a piercing pain directly behind his eyeballs, radiating all through his his skull and down the back of his neck.
After blinking away enough of the pain to focus Bucky realized it was dark, or, mostly dark.
There was a sliver of light right across from him.
A door?
He reached his left arm out, seeing as his right was crammed under his body, and poked his finger under the sliver.
Felt like carpet. It was soft, and a little scratchy.
He wanted to get up so bad, but he just couldn’t. His head hurt to much, and his body felt to limp, it was just to hard to move.
He just kept feeling the bit of carpet, couldn’t tell if it reached into the cramped space of this room, he just knew he wanted out of here.
The Omega tried, tried so hard to stay awake, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he couldn’t keep his conscious mind, eventually the void of sleep took over, and he was still stuck in this dark room.
...
The Omega groaned, hearing clatters outside of the sliver.
Where the light shone in, to wide lines of shadow blocked it.
What was that?
They moved.
Click,
Click,
Click,
Pause.
Click.
Click,
Stop.
The sliver expanded, but not from the bottom, from the side. Suddenly it was so bright, and the figure blocking part of the light was not large enough to cover it all.
“As long as you stay out of my way today, everything will be fine.” A loud voice said, he knows that voice.
It sounded like...
Sleep took over once more, and everything was void again.
...
Bucky smiled, reaching out a hand to touch his Alpha’s face, but nothing happened. T’Challa was gone, where did he go?
“-Challa...” The Omega whispered, his finger tips feeling the smooth door.
It was only a dream, his Alpha wasn’t here, and Bucky was alone.
Kick.
Well, not completely alone.
Bucky needed to move, he need to get up, get out.
It was just to hard, everything was so slow, so dark. Even his sliver wasn’t as bright, but it was still there.
...
The next time Bucky woke up he actually felt awake.
His breaths felt richer, more air feeling his lungs, and he hadn’t even realized it was hard to breathe until now.
The pain in his head was no longer behind his eyes, only thrumming as an ache through his skull.
His neck still hurt, but he was sure it was only because it had been bent for what he assumed was hours.
The baby must have been what woken him up, because that kid was going to town on his bladder. And wow, he needed to pee.
His right arm felt numb from being under his body this whole time, so it took work to use his left hand to push his limp weight up.
As soon as he was sitting his stomach rolled, and the pounding in his head got ten times worse.
He felt himself gag, and leaned over to vomit into the small room. Feeling the ground now he realized that the carpet from the other side of the sliver did in fact enter into the small room.
A small room that now didn’t smell very good.
When he was able to breathe properly again, and his stomach felt stable, he smacked his hand against the door, feeling the dark shadow for a handle.
There wasn’t one, he did feel the empty socket of where one used to lay.
He was trapped, when that realization hit Bucky began to panic.
The need to pee only increased in this position, and the baby started kicking more, sensing his mother’s distress.
Huffing out breaths Bucky tried to stand, leaning against the door, his palms flat against the surface as his wobbly legs found purchase under him.
He was pretty sure he stepped in his vomit, but he had shoes on and wasn’t to worried about it. There was plenty more to worry about anyway, like that fact that he was trapped in a fucking tiny ass room with a very full, very close to exploding bladder.
He felt around the walls, letting his body lean against the door.
Something was sticking out of the wall at an angle, he felt it some more, letting his hand smack against it until it started to move under the weight of his palm.
He pushed it upwards, seeing as that was the only direction it would go.
A quiet click sounded the room, and then light from above shone through, blinding him more than the sliver ever did.
He blinked, trying to let his eyes focus but the pain of being blinded hurt so much, he had to cover his eyes, only looking through his fingers after a moment.
It took time, but after a few minutes he was able to see.
He was in a closet.
There were clothes hanging from a pole, and shoes under them on the ground.
Men’s clothes,
Steve’s clothes.
He needed to get out of here, now that he was aware all he could smell was the Alpha and it made him want to throw up again.
He turned around, still leaning against the door a little, examining the spot where the door handle was removed.
Bucky pushed against the door, feeling it jiggle but not move.
He felt a faint sob come out, but refused to give up.
“You can do this.” The Omega whispered.
He shoved more.
The door was weak, Bucky was sure if he got enough force behind it that the thing would give, and he’d be free.
When the Omega slammed his palms into the wood he felt it budge.
Deciding that using his feet would be better, he tried pressing the bottom of his shoe into the door, bending his knee and then bringing weight down on the lower part of the wood.
If he wasn’t pregnant right now he’d try and slam his body against it, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk.
He’d never risk his baby.
He kept kicking, kept pushing but nothing was happening.
Maybe it was time to give up, he turned around in the small space, but that was worse. Steve’s clothes were on this side, and it smelled to much of the Alpha here.
He looked to his right in the small area, hoping his vomit didn’t get on that side so he could sit.
There was only a tin box on that side, he shoved it out of the way, taking its place as he slid down the wall.
For awhile he just sat there, staring at the tin box, in the dim light it looked like a rusted red.
The latch in the front had definitely seen better days, because it looked as though it was falling apart.
Out of boredom he opened the thing, feeling it stick and having to really pull before the lid popped up.
Bucky gasped.
This was a tool box, he could use this.
“Yes, fuck yes!” He said, biting his lip in determination as he grabbed the hammer out of it.
Standing, he took a step back to the door, gripping the old hammer.
The Omega took a breath, bringing the tool up before swinging it down on the empty handle socket.
Immediately the wood started to splinter, and with a few more swings the results were looking good.
Bucky kept hitting the door, and the sound of wood cracking and splintering apart was the most satisfying sound he could hear right now.
When one hit went through the wood the door popped open, and Bucky gasped, pushing it as open as he could and stepping out into the bright daylight.
It was Rebecca and Steve’s room.
Where all the papers and notes had been scattered earlier, a clean spotless room now lay.
She’d gotten rid of everything.
When he looked at the windows he saw that the curtains were closed, and the gray theme of the room looked peaceful, looked tired.
And then he remember that he needed to pee so fucking bad and ran to the bathroom on the other side of the bed.
When he relieved himself Bucky knew he needed to get the fuck out of this room.
He was sure his Alpha was worried, and he needed to reassure the man that he and the baby were fine.
He also had a wedding to stop, because no matter what Steve did to him, no one should have to marry the psychopath that was his sister.
She may be his twin, and he did try giving her another chance, but she not only hurt him, she put his child’s life in danger.
What if she’d hurt his baby?
Obviously she knew that was a possibility when she hit him, and for that he would never forgive her. Ever.
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
He heard from outside.
Rushing out of the room, through the hallway and down the stairs Bucky made it to the front door, he made sure to grab his jacket first and went outside, pulling on the warm fabric.
It was a garbage truck.
Bucky stared at the trash can belonging to his sister and Steve’s house, he just looked at it, before everything clicked.
Rebecca got rid of all the papers, all of the evidence.
Bucky ran to the cans, just as soon as the guy went to pick it up.
“Wait!” Buck yelled, blushing when the Beta raised a brow.
“I-I, didn’t mean to throw this one out,” Bucky stammered, picking up the two lightest bags on top.
He knew there had to be paper in these, this had to be them.
The guy nodded at him, before going back to work.
When Bucky opened the ties on the plastic bags he saw the papers, and he grinned.
At least he had proof, there was no way Rebecca could deny this now.
Now he just needed to get to the wedding, when he reached for his phone he realized it wasn’t in his pocket.
Fuck, the bitch took his phone.
He set the bags down, sighing.
A loud thunk in one of the bags sounded when he set it on the sidewalks, lifting the plastic he saw the dark outline of what he assumes is his cell phone.
She threw his phone away?!
“Fucking bitch.” He whispered, digging through the bag until he had the device.
And of fucking course it’s dead.
The church was only fifteen minutes away, and the wedding wasn’t until 3:00.
He went back inside, looking for a house phone but it didn’t look like they had one.
The clock on the oven read 2:43 pm.
Fuck, he needed to leave.
The walk to the church was not an enjoyable one, he was stressed he wouldn’t make it in time, and he had to carry these fucking garbage bags, and he was being assaulted from the inside by hard wacks to the ribs.
He got some strange looks from a few old ladies sitting on a bench, probably judging him for being an unmated pregnant Omega walking on the streets alone holding garbage bags. Yeah, he can see why they stared.
One dog wouldn’t leave his foot alone, probably smelling the vomit he stepped in earlier.
Two teenage Alpha’s tried to flirt with him (not very well either, they were much to nervous), he shut that the fuck down.
When he finally made it to the church, he was out of breath, panting as he walked up the steps.
He decided to drop the garbage bags outside the doors, seeing as that wouldn’t look great coming into a church like that. Although, he is here to stop a wedding after all.
When he walked through the first set of doors he was worried he was too late, the music had already started, but when he looked up he saw the back of Rebecca’s white dressed as she walked down the aisles.
This was the moment, Bucky walked to the second set of doors as Becca made it to Steve. A dejected look on the Alpha’s face, and a grin on his sisters.
Taking a breath, Bucky raised his voice, letting it echo through the large room.
“Stop the wedding!”