Chapter 2
“That’s Captain America’s name!” Brian said quietly from his place by Bucky, hugging his arm as close as he can go.
“Eh,” Steve blushed a little. “Well, I am…”
“Captain America!” Brian gasped.
“Holy shit, you are Captain America,” Bucky gave a weird breathless laugh. “My boyfriend just left me. My kids and I are homeless and Captain America is standing right here.”
“C’mon,” Steve said softly and helped Bucky to his feet. “Let’s get you out from the middle of the street.” Bucky felt absolutely hysterical. This is the most bizarre thing. Not Brock leaving. No, Brock has left multiple times. He’ll always come home. Bucky’s just never been the one to be thrown out. And now Captain fucking America is taking him back to his place.
“It’s not much,” Steve said as he opened the door. “But it’s warm and it’s somewhere for you guys to stay the night.” Bucky nodded and walked inside, adjusting the baby so her face could be hidden against his chest. The place was a fucking castle compared to that shit hole that he lived in with Brock. It was huge. Nothing looked broken. There were absolutely no decorations and no personality. It was about as plain as you can get. All Bucky could see was a plain couch, an arm chair and a television.
Brian was gaping at Steve the whole time they were walking. He kept looking up at him and moving his mouth as though he wanted to talk, but was too shy to do so. Bucky knew it was just his fear of alphas. It was natural. They were strong and intimating. The only alpha that Brian had spent a good deal of time with was his father.
“So what is your name?” Steve asked softly and kneeled down before Brian.
“Brian Rumlow,” Brian said quietly. “And that is Alice, and that is Mommy.”
“Why are you doing this?” Bucky asked, putting a protective hand on Brian’s head. “Why are you having us stay here?”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up. “I’m not going to leave you on the streets.”
“You don’t even know who I am,” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “What if I was a murderer or a thief?”
“I think I can protect myself,” Steve grunted. “Look you are a young omega with two young kids. I’m not going to leave you out there with no where to go.”
“I’m not that young,” Bucky turned his head away from Steve.
“Are you even old enough to drink?” Steve raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Bucky snapped. “I’m 21.”
Steve looked at the kids and back up at Bucky wordlessly. “You don’t have to say anything,” Bucky glared.
“Mommy don’t be mean to Captain America,” Brian whined and tugged at his pants.
“I’m sorry, I just…” Bucky sighed and looked down. Steve was an alpha. He was an alpha that was stronger and more virile than any other alpha. Bucky is standing here as an unmated fertile young omega. There were two children here that were sired by another alpha. It would be totally normal and acceptable for Steve to kill his children and mate Bucky. Bucky’s children could be seen as a threat. Bucky currently has no alpha to claim him. Brock refuses to make him his mate. Many alphas have tried to mate with him in the past. Brock normally would beat the shit out of any that came near him and then would probably beat the shit out of Bucky for allowing them to come onto him. But now it’s just skinny omega Bucky against a super soldier. He couldn’t protect his children.
“I’m safe,” Steve said gently and put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky flinched and did his best to cover his daughter. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you or your children.”
“This is just for the night,” Bucky murmured. “We’ll leave tomorrow. Brock should be cooled off by then.”
“You are going back to him?” Steve frowned.
“He’s their father,” Bucky shrugged.
“I don’t-“ Steve started.
“I’m not having this conversation in front of my children,” Bucky interrupted. “He’s their father.”
Steve sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “How about I show you your room?” He led the group down the hallway and opened the first door. “You can stay here. This is my room. I’ll sleep on the couch. The bed should be big enough for all three of you.”
Bucky shook his head. “We won’t take your room.”
“Take my room,” Steve insisted. “I don’t have a bedroom set up in any other room. I, uh, I don’t have many guests.”
“We can sleep in the living room then,” Bucky said.
Steve shook his head. “The room has a lock. I’m sure it will help you guys feel safe. Just, please, take it.”
“I’m sleeping here,” Brian said as he looked around the room.
Steve gave Bucky a triumphant grin. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me at all.”
“Do you have anything we could sleep in?” Bucky blushed bright red. “We don’t have any clothes. Thank god, I have the baby bag so at least Alice is taken care of for the night.”
“Yes, sorry! You would need all of that,” Steve ran threw his cabinets and found some clothes that were too small for him. He then walked into the bathroom and grabbed some unopened toothbrushes. “Let me know if you need anything at all.”
After Steve was gone, Bucky worked on the task of getting himself and both kids ready for bed. He managed to get them all snuggled into bed. Brian was cuddling up against his chest.
“Mommy, are you going to marry Captain America?” Brian asked.
Bucky let out a surprised laugh. “What? No. Why?”
“You should,” Brian said. “I like him. I like his house.”
A few hours later, Bucky was up out of bed and walking into the kitchen, or at least where he thinks the kitchen is. Alice is softly sobbing in his arms. She was close to doing a flat out scream. Her poor little mouth hurt. That tooth was painful.
Steve immediately jumped off of the couch. “Are you okay?”
Bucky nodded as he rubbed Alice’s back. “We just need an ice cube. She’s getting a tooth.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get that,” Steve quickly grabbed an ice cube from the freezer and handed it over the Bucky. The two of them settled onto the couch and Bucky let Alice, suckle on the ice.
“Sorry for bothering you,” Bucky said quietly. “I didn’t want to wake Brian.”
“Is he okay? After seeing all that?” Steve asked.
Bucky shrugged. “He’s used to it. “
“He shouldn’t have to be,” Steve frowned. He glanced over at Bucky. “What is your name? I don’t think your name is just Mommy.”
“It’s Bucky,” Bucky answered. “And if you make a joke about it being a weird name, I will shoot you.”
“Duly noted,” Steve gave him a small grin.
“Are you doing all this to fuck me?” Bucky asked bluntly. “I’m not on birth control. I’ll give you a blowjob if you promise to not harm my kids though.”
“What?” Steve spluttered. “I-I by no means am doing this to sleep with you. I mean, you are very beautiful but I would never do that! And I would never hurt a child!”
Bucky nodded and looked down at the baby in his arms. She appeared to calm down and was enjoying suckling on the ice cube.
“Well, you know I’m Captain America,” Steve said awkwardly. “Will you tell me about you?”