Chapter 3
While everyone from the Tower is out on a trip, only Bruce and Tony stayed back to continue working in the labs. Steve rests quietly on one of the couches near a window to overlook the city. And this couch is hidden in a small space with walls, but no door. Underneath a staircase. It's the perfect spot for him to relax in when he wants his own time.
Every day when it's possible Steve sketches. Of the baby. Of the city. Of what home is going to be like when the baby is finally here. He struggles to contain his excitement but not the way as in projecting it with his voice or jumping up and down; but instead he puts all of it onto sketchbooks and canvases.
Hell, he even did a whole watercolour canvas of him and Bucky holding each hand of the baby between them from behind, all in pastel colours. It's a treasure of his and Tony was impressed by the art so much he wanted to put it up for auction. But Steve made sure it was going to stay with him, and no one else.
Still on the sofa, his hands fly across the paper. He does a basic sketch of Bucky. He always does. He has so many books filled with different drawings of his handsome Alpha whether it's portraits or full-body sketches. Either way Steve only improves.
Bucky comes from behind Steve, hands gently kneading into the Omega's shoulders. "Hello there, sweetheart."
"Hi." Steve tilts his head back until he's staring directly up at Bucky, a smile on his face. Bucky grins and kisses those plump and beautiful lips once noticing his face accurately drawn onto another booklet.
"You love drawing me, don't you?" He snickers once pulling away. Steve glances back down to the sketch and clears his throat, nodding bashfully. "Well yeah, I mean..."
"It's fine, doll. I'm glad you like drawing my sexiness." He winks and circles the couch, slumping down into the white leather beside the blonde.
Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes but still smiles. "Yeah, whatever." He goes back to drawing, and together they stay relaxed until Steve is asleep holding his stomach and in Bucky's arms.
*****
A week later, Steve could no longer walk. He woke up at 2 in the morning without Bucky by his side and had to go to get some water. He took a few steps, then more and more, leaning against the walls until he made it to the kitchen. Sweat was heavy over Steve's body and his legs were shaking like he was a newborn. By the time he grabbed a cup from one of the cupboards his knee's gave out and he fell to the ground.
Countless times he called for Bucky, but no one came. He had to roll onto his side as he gripped onto his twisting belly that felt like it was churning his insides. No one came until Jarvis had been switched back on (because Tony was adding new programmes onto the AI which required no activity through the Tower) and quickly contacted Bucky.
By the time Bucky came around into the kitchen, there he saw Steve, laying on the cold marble ground, legs shaking and bundled with one arm stretched and the other holding his stomach.
He was crying, and crying, and crying. Trying to call for someone to rescue him. His hair damp from so much sweat was spread around the floor and he was in so much pain.
Bucky's chest pulled tight at his heart but before anything he had to help Steve.
"Stevie...baby, how long have you been like this?" Bucky lifts Steve by the arms, slowly pulling him into a full embrace as he carries his dearly beloved back into the room.
"Even though my systems were temporarily unactive, I am still able to recognise any past occurrences in the Tower. It seems that the door to your's and Mr Roger's bedroom was opened at 2:18, and estimating the time it took for Mr Rogers to reach the kitchen, time would've extended to 2:25 at least." Jarvis, a saviour, informed.
Bucky looks down at the watch on his wrist. "Shit, Stevie! It's 3:50!" He cries out spreading Steve out on the bed then running back to the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. He rushes into the room, the only sound of Steve's heavy breathing and small painful groans filling the darkness.
Tony and Bruce both come up to their floor once Jarvis had told them about Steve. They were panicking but when Tony knocked on the door and Bucky slowly opened it, their shoulders sagged in relief seeing Steve asleep on his side with a cold cloth over his forehead.
Tony walks in first, breath hitched from too much running. "How is he?" The man whispers.
"Better."