Chapter 7
“I said, what the fuck are you doing here?” Brock repeated as he walked over to where Bucky stood. He was wearing nothing but sleep pants and looked pissed. He rubbed the scruff on his face as he narrowed his eyes at Bucky.
“I just… I needed to get stuff for this kids,” Bucky whispered as he ducked his head. The blood in his veins went ice cold. He needed to run. He needed to get as far away from here as physically possible.
“Why do you need stuff for the kids?” Brock grunted. “They are coming back home. You had your fit. Now you three need to come home.”
Bucky chewed his lip as he stared at the floor. “Brock, you threw me out. I- things aren’t okay. We aren’t okay. The kids… they deserve better. I-“
“You are ending things with me?” Brock took a step forward. “Just like that? After all these years? After all I have done for you? Did you forget that you are my omega?”
“The kids aren’t in a good environment here,” Bucky squeaked out as he could feel his eyes flood with teas. “They aren’t. “
“The kids are with their mother and father as they should be,” Brock said.
“You don’t want us,” Bucky sniffled. “You don’t. You resent that we had Brian and he knows it. I want the kids to be happy. And they can’t be happy here.”
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what I want and what I don’t?” Brock growled.
“Brock, you have said over and over again that I ruined your life,” Bucky lifted his head a bit.
Brock shook his head. “You did. You fucking did. You can’t ruin it and then take it all back. Those kids are mine. You are mine. You are not fucking leaving me. Do you hear me? You belong in my house, in my kitchen, in my bed with my fucking dick in you. “ Brock backed Bucky against the wall. Bucky’s heart pounded harder and harder the closer Brock got. Brock only stopped until he was inches away from him. Bucky could feel his breath on his face. “You are mine. Don’t forget that.”
“I’m scared. You are scaring me,” Bucky whimpered. “Please stop.”
“Stop what?” Brock cupped Bucky’s face. “Stop taking care of you? Stop supporting you? Are you pissed I stepped up when so many alphas would have ran?”
“I just want to go,” Bucky bit his lip as he tried to press himself as close to the wall as he could.
Brock roughly grabbed Bucky’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. “Why would I let my omega go?”
“I’m not yours. You don’t want me. You won’t claim me,” Bucky tilted his face to the side.
“Those kids say otherwise,” Brock glanced around. “Where are my kids?”
“Safe,” Bucky answered.
Brock narrowed his eyes and punched the wall next to Bucky’s face. Bucky flinched “You found an alpha, didn’t you? Did you let him kill them? Did you let him kill my kids?”
“No!” Bucky gasped. “No, I wouldn’t let anyone kill my babies.”
“Bullshit!” Brock growled. “That’s why you think you can get away from me. You think you can get away from me because you let some knothead kill my kids!”
“No,” Bucky shook his head as he cried. “No, Brock. I wouldn’t hurt my babies. Please just let me go.”
“I don’t fucking believe you,” Brock growled. “How about I fix this and put a baby back in you?”
“No!” Bucky cried and tried to push Brock off of him. Brock turned Bucky around and pressed against him.
The door suddenly opened and Steve walked in with Alice in his arms. “Bucky, what is-“ his eyes widened when he saw a look at Bucky and Brock. “What is going on here?”
“What is going on is that you need to get the fuck out of my house,” Brock snapped.
“I will. If you let go of him and let him come with me,” Steve answered, his voice deepening with a growl.
“He is my omega,” Brock narrowed his eyes and pressed himself harder against Bucky.
“I challenge you,” Steve stood to his full height and stomped over to them.
“You are going to challenge me?” Brock laughed bitterly. “You want this pathetic little omega that much? You do get he’s already birthed two kids. And have you seen his arm?”
“Brock, stop it,” Bucky cried.
“I want him. I challenge you,” Steve glared.
“Do you even understand what that means? Have you been in this century long enough to get what you are asking?” Brock asked.
“Are you stalling?” Steve asked. “Are you scared of my challenge? Hoping I’ll take it back?”
“Fine. Fucking fine. I accept your challenge,” Brock snorted. “Saturday at 3pm. Central Park.”
“I accept,” Steve answered. “On the condition that he stays with me until Saturday.”
“Fine,” Brock snorted and let go of Bucky. Bucky quickly scrambled away from Brock and ran to Steve’s side.
“I’ll see you Saturday,” Steve growled before stomping out of the apartment with Bucky.
“Mommy!” Brian cried and ran into Bucky’s arms. Bucky hugged him tightly and kissed him.
“Mommy’s here. I’ve got you. I love you so much,” Bucky cried as he rocked Brian in his arms. “My sweet baby boy. I love you.”
Steve stood by Bucky and Brian and watched the scene before him. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were pursed. He was obviously beyond pissed. Bucky was a little nervous. He didn’t like seeing an alpha so angry at him, even if Steve seems like he wouldn’t hurt him. Bucky had no idea why Steve would challenge Brock. He must not understand what that meant. It must be an issue from Steve being from the 40s. He must not understand. Bucky needed to know why he did this, why he was willing to do this.
“Steve, why would you do that?” Bucky asked with wide eyes as he hugged Brian tightly.
“I want to make a deal with you,” Steve said after a moment of hesitation.