Chapter 6
“Who was that?” Bucky asked as he tried to glance over the people.
Steve quickly hurried him into the restaurant and pulled his baseball cap further down to cover his eyes. “No one. Don’t worry about it and don’t look.”
“Did you know that person?” Bucky asked.
Steve frowned and sighed. “Just do not worry about it, okay?”
“Sorry,” Bucky could feel his face flush and looked down at Alice who was softly cooing at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push.”
Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around Bucky. “No. Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” He gave a small smile. “How about we get lunch and forget about it?”
Bucky couldn’t help but continue to think about that person. Who was it? Why was Steve so afraid to talk to him about it? Steve was pretty open to Bucky and was not afraid to let him know what was going on. Bucky decided to not push it. He didn’t want to upset Steve. What if he decided to throw him out? What if he got him so angry he struck him? Bucky is good at that. He is good at pissing off people to the extent that he gets struck or left. After all, that’s how he ended up in this situation.
He can’t believe he is in this situation. He has never been away from Brock this long. He definitely has never been taken in by another alpha before. Normally Bucky will go to a shelter if he gets kicked out for an entire night. And normally he has their stuff. Shit, they have no clothes, the kids are missing their toys, no diapers. He had no money so he couldn’t pay to have it replaced. And he couldn’t ask Steve to pay for it. That meant only one thing. He had to go back to the apartment and see Brock.
“Why are you looking so sad?” Steve asked softly as he paid the bill to their lunch.
Bucky shook his head. “Nothing. I just… we need to get our clothes and our stuff. We need to go back to the apartment.”
Steve grimaced. “I’ll go. Give me the address and a list of what you need and I’ll go.”
Bucky shook his head. “I can go. It’s my home. It’s my stuff.”
“Then let me go with you,” Steve insisted. “If that jerk is there…”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Bucky shrugged and looked away, careful not to meet Steve’s eyes. “He loves me.”
“Bucky…” Steve began.
Bucky shook his head. “I need to get my stuff. And it will be okay. You can’t go in. You can’t bring the smell of another alpha in the apartment.”
They made an agreement. Bucky would get the stuff and Steve would wait outside of the building with the children. Bucky was scared. He truly was. He hated the idea of leaving his children with a man he had just barely met, but he was Captain America. Captain America wouldn’t harm an omega’s children, right? Bucky hadn’t spread his legs for him. He hadn’t given Steve a suitable reason to need to destroy his link to Brock. After all, the proper thing to do in that situation is to make sure the disposing of the children is done in front of the mother. So Bucky’s children are safe. For now. Right?
But if he didn’t leave them with Steve, if he brought his children up to gather the stuff and Brock is there… Did he really want his children to watch their father beat their mother? Bucky wasn’t stupid. He knew what would happen. But he had to get their things. He had no money. He couldn’t buy more. And his children needed their clothes, their toys, diapers, everything.
Bucky quietly made his way into the apartment. He couldn’t hear the TV or any signs that Brock was there. He grabbed a black trash bag from the kitchen and went to their rooms. He gather his children’s things, everything he deemed important to keep and quickly went into this bedroom to gather his own. His heart stopped as he glanced at Brock lying on the bed. He felt himself squeak and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Shut the fuck up, Barnes.
He could hear it now. Hear Brock scream at him. Tell him what a horrible omega he is for running off. He could imagine the fist coming to strike him. He could imagine his legs being spread and forcibly taken. He could imagine all of it. He was scared. His heart was pounding so hard he was worried that it would wake Brock. He could leave now and just go without. He’s done it before. He’ll be okay.
No. He deserved his things. He deserved clothes. He waited until he heard Brock snore before he quietly moved around the room and gathered his items in the black trash bag. He can do this. He just needs to quietly leave and everything will be okay.
He grabbed his bags after finishing packing and made his way to the door. He did it. He just needs to leave and then go down to the street and meet with Steve and the kids. He will go to Steve’s apartment. Everyone will be together and they will be happy.
They could be so happy. Maybe they would be happy enough that Steve might kiss Bucky. He might kiss him, love him, promise to never hit him, maybe even mate him. He smiled softly to himself as he imagined doing what they did today every day. Bucky could give him more children, just as he promised to leave his own alone. He would give him as many as he wanted as long as Bucky, Brian and Alice were loved and safe.
Bucky shook his head. Those are horrible thoughts that he shouldn’t be having. He was with Brock. And Brock will cool off. And they will be together and things will go back to normal. Just not now. Bucky wasn’t ready to face him. He wasn’t ready to take his punishment.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Brock’s sleep heavy voice called out. Bucky froze. He couldn’t breathe.