A/N: Stay alert. All will be answered at the end of the chapter. Maybe. ;)


I woke up to my stomach churning uncomfortably.

At first it was only the churning, then I felt as if I had gotten a cramp on my lower abdomen, making the nausea and churning I felt worse thanI thought possible.

I lifted the arm Bucky had around me slowly before rolling off the bed and rushing the bathroom.

"Stomach bug. Again?" I mumbled after I had emptied the contents from my stomach.

Ever since we got back from the mission in Brazil, and Munich my stomach had been feeling off.

That was almost three months ago.

The first time I got the bug, I was in the training room, and had been drinking water when my stomach churned horribly. I ended up throwing up and staying in bed for almost three weeks until the nausea, headaches, and dizzy spells stopped.

Now, I usually carry the nausea medicine, and ibuprofen Bruce prescribed to me after two weeks, just so I could eat.

While the dizzy spells were gone for the most part, the headaches and nausea sometimes showed up unexpectedly, and in the most inopportune times.

Today was a very inopportune time. Especially since we still had to keep driving to get to Omsk.

I could feel my legs begin to shake uncontrollably, and the room began to move around as I threw up from the fifth time. Opting to sit down next to the wall and taking a deep breath in hopes of calming down.

"Hey, doll. What's wrong?" Bucky asked, appearing at my side as I sat by the way, taking a break from moving.

"The bug is back…" I muttered tiredly, closing my eyes to keep the room in its place.

"Sweetheart, that bug has been coming back on and off. Are you sure it's a bug you have?" He asked, as he took one of the towels the hotel provided and wet it in the sink before kneeling down and wiping my clammy forehead with it.

"No idea. All I know is that the room keeps spinning, and my stomach feels as if I just got punched." I feebly replied as he slowly lifted me up.

"Careful. Or I'll throw up on you." I groaned, dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"I am being careful. Don't worry, milaya." He muttered back, as he set me on the bed, before turning to grab a water bottle I hadn't seen before. "Here, love, drink this. It'll make you feel better…"

I groaned, before taking the bottle and bringing it to my lips. The coolness of the water soothed my erratic stomach, and allowed the room to stop spinning soon after.

"Better?" He asked, sitting near my feet, looking concerned.

"Much…" I muttered, feeling exhausted.

He sighed, as he sat forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "Do you think you'll be well enough to travel or would you like to rest for a while longer?" He asked.

I sighed, "No. No more rest…We have to get to Omsk." I said, moving to get off the bed.

"Doll, wait. You're sick, there is no way you're in any condition to travel. Why are you trying to deny it? I can see you're clearly feeling sick." He softly said, standing in front of me.

I looked up at him, before looking down, my eyes clouding as I did. "I don't like being weak…" I murmured, moving towards the chair that had our bags on it.

"Doll, you're not weak. If anything you're strong, because who in their right mind would be sick and act like they're not." He said with a chuckle, as he pulled me towards him.

But I pouted at his comment and pushed him away.

"Why do you do that? Let me take care of you." He said, kissing my forehead.

"The last person I showed weakness to, used it against me… I don't want to be hurt again." I murmured, relaxing as I felt his arms flex around me.

"That asshole ex of yours was clearly dumber than you thought, and the day I see him, I'm going to beat his ass to death, cheerfully too." He snipped, moving back slightly to look me in the eye.

I snorted in response, before rolling my eyes at him.

"Arie, I want you to understand something. It's probably the same thing your ex will never understand either. You are a strong, intelligent, and fucking amazing woman. The fact that he made you feel weak, and had to use his words to hurt you shows what kind of man he was. You don't have to pretend with me. I love you. Every part of you, and if that fucker let you go, that is his loss and my gain, because there is no chance in hell I'll ever do that. Do you understand me? Me and you? We're together forever." He said, as he wiped my tears away before he leaned down to kiss me on the lips.

"Forever is a long time. Are you sure you are willing to put up with my crazy ass for that time?" I asked, teasingly.

He chuckled, as he moved a piece of stray hair away from my face. "Only if you're willing to put up with my old grumpy ass for the same amount of time." He quipped back.

I nodded, smiling as more years fell. "I'd love to." I softly said.

"I promise one day soon I'll make that official, Miss. Barton." He replied as the phone began to ring.

"I'll hold you to it, Mr. Barnes." I replied smiling widely as I made my way to my bag and pulled some clothes before heading into the bathroom to shower.

Ten minutes later, I made it out of the bathroom fully dressed in a pair of dark wash mom jeans, folded at the ankle, a cream colored long sleeve t-shirt, and a thick wool, chunky beige knit sweater.

Bucky walked into the room, fully dressed, with two brown paper sacks, offering me one as he sat down.

I shook my head in response, and continued to tie my boots on the bed. "I'm not hungry." I said, as I stood up.

"It's not food." He replied as he set down the bigger one, and made his way over to me, with a nervous expression.

My brow furrowed as I looked from his face to the small sack in his hand.

"It's not?" I asked, raising a brow at him in confusion.

"No. I have a feeling I know what this bug is. But I need you to trust me. Don't be difficult either." He stated, calmly.

I sighed, "What is it?" I asked, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"Think about it, Arie. You've been tired a lot lately, constantly throwing up, you get headaches often, and—" he stopped, biting his lip.

"And what Bucky?" I asked, crossing my hands over my chest.

His eyes caught the movement, and his eyes were now glued to my chest. "Your chest got bigger…" he finally whispered, as the tips of his ears reddened.

My brows furrowed again, as I stared down, staring for a second before I gasped. "They've been sore too." I whispered back.

"See? Can you please just—?" He began offering the bag instead.

I sighed, nodding before I took the bag from his grasp.

"I'll be back then." I muttered heading to the bathroom.

As soon as I shut the door, I leaned heavily into it.

With shaking hands I slid the little rectangular, blue and white box.

Clear Blue.

Hmh, I guess no matter what language the little box was printed in, the hesitance and anxiety felt the same.

I shook my head, pulling everything out of the box, before heading over to the toilet.

Call it performance anxiety or maybe just normal anxiety but it took almost twenty minutes for me to be able to pee on the damn stick.

When I was done, I stuck the cap back on the test, and washed my hands twice before sitting on the floor.

I felt my mind and my heart fighting over everything. Doubt, anxiety, and fear began to crawl their way into me as I thought of the possibility.

What if I was pregnant?

What was I going to do?

A knock startled me out of my anxious thoughts.

"Doll? Are you alright?" He asked through the door.

I crawled over to the door and unlocked it before crawling back to the spot I sat in.

He slowly opened the door, before walking in, and sitting next to me.

He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me on the shoulder. "What's wrong?" He asked, softly.

"I'm scared, Bucky …" I replied, in the same soft tone.

"Don't be, doll… it'll be fine. We'll get through this together." He replied, hugging me.

"I don't know how to be a mother. I mean half the time I forget to water my plants, how am I going to remember to feed a baby?" I asked, tearfully.

"You do realize that babies are programmed to cry whenever they're hungry, feel sick, or are uncomfortable right, doll?" He asked, a small smile pulling at his lips.

I nodded before feeling my cell phone vibrate, telling me that the time was up.

"Is this it?" He asked me, as I moved to get up.

"Yes." I replied, biting my lip.

He nodded in response before he let me go and stood up too.

I turned towards him, panic suddenly causing my heart to race. "I can't do it. You do it. I'm scared." I muttered, hiding in his chest.

He chuckled in response, before pulling me closer, and looking over my head to the test.

"Well, I'll be damned." He muttered, chuckling before he pulled my face away from his chest to kiss me.

"What is it?" I asked, after he broke the kiss.

"Take a look for yourself, milaya." He said, smiling brightly at me.

I gave him an exasperated look, before sighing and turning to look.

My eyes quickly found the small white and blue stick, feeling my jaw drop in surprise.

"Polozhitel'nyy." I read in disbelief.

"Oh my God." I gasped, turning to look up at Bucky, who was smiling back at me, with glassy eyes.

"Is this really happening?" I asked him, as my voice cracked with emotion.

"It is." He said, smiling at me.

"Oh my God…" I whispered as he pulled me into another kiss.

"We'll —*kiss*— figure — *kiss*— it—*kiss*— out— *kiss*—later." He replied in between kisses.

I giggled, before stepping back.

His happiness, and excitement were contagious.

It was something to look forward to. To fight harder for. For us. For them.

Then the situation we were in suddenly sobered me. "We need to get going soon..." I said, breaking our happy little bubble.

His smile dropped, as he nodded in response. "We do. Let's clean all of this up, and go. We'll eat on the way." He said before helping me clean the mess I made after tearing the box.

A short time later, he grabbed the bags with our things and took them to the car. Before coming back and helping me check the room, and grabbing the other paper sack.

Then we were on the road once more.


A/N: The only time I'll be putting translations down here.

Polozhitel'nyy- Positive.