Sorry that this has taken so long. I've got a lot of coursework to do and have been trying to do that on top of writing/editing four different pieces of fanfiction.

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in this chapter, but I don hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for all the review and the support you're all giving me for continuing this story.

Lots of love, Comet96 xx

Buzzing in my ears and a heavy head was what I woke to. I was no longer out in the rain, but instead lying down on something soft in a dark room.

Rising slowly, I saw Bucky pacing in front of me. At his feet, were two security guard, knocked out. Well, I hope they were knocked out.

"Where are we?" I asked, flinching as a sharp pain shot through me. My eyes grew as I remembered why I had passed out. My fingers ran over my legs, realizing I was no longer wearing my sweats.

"I took them off," Bucky said, gaining my attention. "To make sure you were okay," he added hostility, his eyes growing wide in case I mistook his actions.

"It's okay, Bucky," I assured him, hunching over as I felt a heavy weight in my pelvis. "I really think this baby's going to come soon."

"You're seven centimeters dilated," Bucky announced, a sheepish look crossing his face as I looked at him in surprise.

"How do you know that?" I was shocked. How could Bucky know something like that?

"I told him," a soft voice said. I turned my eyes to the voice, seeing a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length blonde hair sitting in the corner. She was wearing a nurse uniform and it explained everything. She was also looking at Bucky in fear.

"You kidnapped a nurse?" I hissed, trying to rise from the sofa. Bucky's metal hand pressed on my shoulder as he gave me an annoyed look.

"You needed help I couldn't give you."

I looked at the woman, trying to give her a soft smile through my pain. She glanced at Bucky before getting to her feet and slowly walking towards me. She held her hands up, to show Bucky that she meant no harm.

"He won't hurt you," I whispered, taking her hand in mine to try and soothe her worry. I could feel her emotions bubbling around the room. Her eyes glanced over at the two security guards. As I focused on the I could feel their emotions. "They're just knocked out."

"I know, I made sure," she said, shooting a look at Bucky. "He told me you were his sister." I looked to Bucky, amused at his lie. I nodded, not wanting to out him. "You don't look like siblings."

"Different dads," we said at the same time. It was amusing that we thought the same thing. Bucky seemed amused as well.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked, hoping she did. Amusement bubbled in her chest causing me to frown.

"You haven't told me your name and he hasn't mentioned it." The tone she was using was one of suspicion. Did she think he took me as well? I mean, he did look like the type and I wasn't really dressed well, sitting here in my large pyjama top.

"Eliyana, but you can call me Elia," I told her, shaking her hand as it still rested in mine. She gave me a small smile, her eyes flicking to Bucky. "That's James," I added, using his birth name instead of his nickname. She might recognize him.

"Clara, your personal midwife, and your saviour," she replied, pulling a slim phone from her bra. Bucky frowned as she handed it over. I bet he didn't think about checking her for a phone, or he didn't check there.

"Thank you," I said softly. I glanced at Bucky before dialing Nat's number. It rung three times before she answered it.

"Hello?" her voice was stern and cold. She was in assassin mode. I bet she was also worried about me.

"Nat," I sighed, feeling revealed at the sound of her voice. I didn't know how much I needed her here.

"Peaches?" She asked, her breath leaving her with relief. "Where are you? Your tracker isn't working." I reached up for my necklace to find it missing. A guilty look from Bucky told me he crushed it.

"It's okay, I'm okay," I assured her. I hissed as another contraction fizzled out and I looked to Clara as she waved Bucky away and settled between my legs. With a sympathetic look, she pushed my knees apart and pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Where are you?" Nat repeated, bringing me back to our conversation.

"In Paris," I admitted, preparing for the shouts.

"What? That's the furthest you've travelled," she muttered. In the background, I could hear her typing quickly and wondered what she was doing.

"I actually ended up in Germany," I said, glancing at Bucky as he hovered by my shoulder. "I was in a vault within a Hydra base." Nat's intake of breath was what I was expecting. "It's okay, Nat, we got out of there and ended up in Paris."

"You're nine centimeters now, this baby isn't going to wait," Clara interrupted quietly, as she rose from between my legs. She gave Bucky a look before rushing over to the small kitchenette in the room, boiling the kettle and turning the tap on. She was pulling tea towels out of the draws.

"Who's we?"

Oh. How had I forgotten that she didn't know about Bucky? I felt him shift and knew he could hear her.

"Oh, just Bucky," I replied, keeping it casual so she wouldn't lose her shit.

"The Winter Soldier?" I glanced at Bucky, seeing his jaw clench and his shoulders tense at her words. "Are you with him now?" she asked, the panic growing in her voice.

"He's not going to hurt me, Nat. He's actually protecting me." I really didn't need her going out of her mind. "I've got my powers anyway and he knows that." a contraction ripping through me reminded me that I wanted Pietro. "Is the team back yet?"

"No. They finished their mission but are waiting for information on your whereabouts, so they can retrieve you." She hesitated, and I could hear her mumbling to someone. "We're going to extract you, but it's going to take some time to get there."

"Nat, can you connect me with the team? I want to speak to Piet."

"Of course, Peaches," she said softly. I heard a clicking sound and then my whole body relaxed.

"Eli, are you okay?" Piet asked, his accented voice relaxing me and making me forget the pain I was in.

"I'm fine," I whispered, feeling tears roll down my cheeks as I wished he was here. "Piet?"

"Yeah?" he sounded frustrated and I guess Nat had informed the team that I was with Bucky.

"I know you wanted to be here when the baby was born, but I think you're going to miss it," I told him, chuckling a little as I shifted on the sofa trying to get comfortable. The pressure between my legs was growing and I felt the urge to push.

"You're having him now?" he was shocked. I could hear it in the rising of his voice and I could just imagine him rushing around the jet with his speed.

"There was a complication when I transported out of the Hydra base. I don't think he wants to wait anymore."

"Did the Soldier hurt you?" There was clear venom in his voice. I loved it when Pietro got protective, but I didn't like that he was blaming Bucky.

"No, Bucky hasn't hurt me. He actually carried me when I passed out and he kidnapped a midwife to help," I told him, before realizing what I said and laughed. "I love you, I really do hope you get here soon." I knew they were probably tracking this call.

"I love you too, I'll—"

His voice cut off and the phone fizzled as it died. It seemed the phone was moving over for the birth of my son as I screamed out, grabbing hold of Bucky's metal hand as a painful contraction washed over me.

"It time," Clara said, settling between my legs and placing a thin blanket over me for modesty.

I nodded at her before glancing up at Bucky. He looked petrified, but he settled his flesh hand on my shoulder as he sunk to the floor beside me, giving me a strained smile. At least he was trying to comfort me and didn't run away.

"Clara! You're not French," I giggled, just realizing that Clara had a Scottish accent.

"She's losing too much blood," Clara said to Bucky. Bucky squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't have time to tell him that I would be okay as everything faded into a grey blur.

"I need you to take the baby," Clara shouted, though her voice sounded muffled to me through the fog of pain.

"But—"

"Take him, now!" she snapped.

Blinking against the haze, I saw Bucky holding my baby against his chest, a startled look on his face as he looked down at the failing baby.

"Is she going to be alright?" Bucky asked over the wailing of my son. He sounded generally concerned and I felt flattered.

"I'm not sure if she'll make it," Clara muttered, sounding deflated at her words. "She's lost too much blood and we won't make it to the hospital in time."

"I'll heal," I told her, turning my head to look at Bucky. I just wanted to hold my son. "Can I hold him?" I asked, not knowing who it was I was asking.

Bucky looked at Clara, unsure what he should do.

"She might not have long," she whispered to him, but I could hear her. "It's best we let her hold him in case she goes."

Bucky grimaced as he gently settled my son into my arms. I relaxed once his head was pressed against my chest and his crying stopped.

Looking down at him, I saw he had thick dark hair, the tips the same silver colour as Pietro's. He was perfect, but I couldn't help but think he was small.

Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his head and breathed in deeply. This was my boy, my little prince. Running my finger over his cheek, I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take over.

"I don't really understand what's happened here," Clara said, as I started to regain consciousness.

"She's an Avenger if that helps," Bucky supplied softly. I opened my eyes to see that he was holding my son again. The boy looked content in his arms and I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, I've heard about them, but I never suspected I'd be delivering the child to one," she mumbled, leaning towards Bucky and checking on the baby. "When do you think—" the door slammed open and a flash of silver flew through the room until soft hands were caressing my face.

"Piet," I whispered, looking into the eyes of a very concerned Pietro.

"Where's the boy?" he asked, looking down and not seeing our son. I gave him a soft smile when he began to grow worried.

"Bucky has him," I muttered, nodding to Bucky who was standing behind Piet, holding out the baby to him.

I could sense the hostile feeling Piet was having towards Bucky, but he didn't say anything, just took the baby from him and held him tightly to his chest.

Piet looked down at our son and smiled, his eyes flashing to me as his pride shone through.

"He looks like Wanda," Piet muttered, his fingers running over the baby's cheeks lightly.

"I think he looks like you," I told him, shifting on the sofa and getting into a comfortable position as Bruce came rushing over to me, Tony at his heels. "I'm fine, dad," I assured him as he went to open his mouth. "Clara is an excellent nurse and I healed up after."

Tony turned to Clara then, and I watched as the blonde-haired woman widened her eyes at the sight of him. I suppose she knew who he was – everyone knew who Tony Stark was.

"How would you like to work for the Avengers?" he asked her. She looked startled and glanced at Bucky.

"He's being serious," Wanda announced, coming up to her brother and peering down at her nephew. "It's thanks to you that my nephew is here safely."

"I think that has more to do with him kidnapping me," Clara muttered, nodding at Bucky.

As everyone's eyes turned on him, he stiffened. It was then Steve noticed him and came over to him in a slight rush.

"Bucky," Steve whispered, his eyes widening as he saw his best friend. Bucky looked at me and I gave him a nod of encouragement.

"You must be Steve?" he asked softly, his eyes dashing between the pair of us.

"You remember me?" Steve asked, the happiness clear in his voice.

"We spoke about you," Bucky said, indicating to me. When Steve looked at me, I nodded my head, letting him know that we had spoken about him.

"While this is nice," Tony said, breaking up the awkward silence that had settled around the room, "we really should be making our way back to home." He glanced at me and then Piet and the baby. "Pepper's been phoning constantly. She'll be fuming when she finds out we didn't leave right after finding you."

"I agree with Tony," Steve said, not taking his eyes from Bucky. It was like he was afraid he'd disappear. "You're more than welcome to join us," he said to Clara. Tony must have been serious about his proposal.

Clara nodded, and I was surprised that she started collecting her things without a second thought. Was she going to come with us? What about her job? Did she not have a family here?

"Do you need help?" Bucky asked, interrupting my thoughts and blocking my sight of Clara. At my nod, he reached out and helped me from the sofa.

As I stood, I realized I'd be dressed in a fresh pair of jogging bottoms. Bucky's metal arm slid around my waist and I leaned on him as we made our way out of the building, to the jet waiting on the road in front of us.

"What happened to those guards?" I asked Bucky, noting that I couldn't see them as we left.

He shrugged, but I noticed the side of his lip lifting as if he was amused. What had he done to them?

It was quiet on the jet and we'd ushered into one of the bedrooms as soon as we were all loaded on board. Everyone had been respectful and left us alone after they'd each had a cuddle with the baby and now it was just the three of us.

"I've been thinking about his name," I said quietly to Piet as we watched over the baby as he lay in the middle of the bed. He was asleep, but he was so god damn perfect I couldn't take my eyes from him.

"Me too," Piet replied, surprising me as I felt how serious he had grown within the seconds of me mention the baby's name.

"Are we still calling him—"

"Yes," Piet cut me off, giving an assuring smile and I sighed in relief. I was scared for a minute that he wanted to change the first name. "I was thinking of his middle name."

"We agreed on Anthony," I said, watching as he nodded his head but looked down at our son, a thoughtful look on his face.

"I still agree with Anthony, but I was thinking of having his first name double-barrelled," he explained, piping my curiosity. He looked at me then, his eyes bright as he gave me such a gentle smile. "I owe a lot to Bucky and I was hoping you'd allow me to call our son after him?"

My heart fluttered at his words and I couldn't help but smile.

"You want to call him Bucky?" I asked, knowing I had a teasing smile on my face now. I knew what he meant, but I couldn't help but tease him. Piet glared at me, his hand coming out and pushing me lightly.

"You know I meant James," he grunted, catching my hand and pulling me into his chest. He pressed a kiss to my head and ran his fingers through my hair. "I might have lost you both if it wasn't for him."

"Yeah, he even kidnapped a midwife for me," I added, causing us both to laugh. "I think it's a really sweet thing what you're doing, Piet."

Thank you for reading xx