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The Accused

"So when were you planning on telling me?"

The voice that came from the dark corner of the room, had her spinning around towards it. Absently, Hermione turned on the lights and found herself staring at Bucky. Sitting in the corner of the room, he was glaring at her with eyes hard and hollow. This wasn't real kept going through her head. Even if Bucky had an issue with her, he'd never confront her this way! Would he?

"What are you about?" she asked him, rubbing her head. Everything felt off. Why was he being this way? And why did her head ache? "Tell you what?"

"That you were pregnant."

Blinking at him in shock, she replied, "What? I'm not…"

"Bullshit!" He stood up and charged towards her. Grabbing her by the arms, he snarled, "You're pregnant!"

"No, I'm not!" Yanking herself away from him, she was barely able to control her tears or anger. "What has gotten into you?! I told you I couldn't get pregnant. For the love of Merlin that hasn't changed."

"Then why go to the OB/GYN?"

"I still have a uterus, scarred though it may be. That and the fact that I have sex." Anger won at that point and she snarled, "And because I'm not stupid enough to think you're not fucking Steve too!"

That had him stepping back, as if she had slapped him.

"I love you," she said in a low voice—and even so it felt like she was still yelling. "But I know you love him. You always have. You always will. But I have never pressed you into choosing between us. If that makes me a fool, so be it. But Unlike the days when the clap or syphilis might be the worst thing you could catch from your partner, we have deadlier illnesses these days. As a result I get checked because my partner, namely you, refuses to wear a fucking condom!"

"Why don't you make me choose?" he asked, his voice so quiet that she could barely hear him past the ringing in her ears.

"Didn't you hear me?" she asked, tears ripe in her voice. "Because I'm a fool. A fool that wants you to choose on his own." She wrapped her arms around herself. "A fool that wants you to pick me without coercion."

Without another word, he left the flat. Hermione crumbled to the floor, sobbing as she did so. He knew now that she knew about them. What did this mean? She didn't know and she couldn't think long enough beyond the emotional turmoil to even guess at it. Feeling weak and heartbroken, Hermione curled up into a ball on the floor and allowed the blackness to swallow her whole.

TBC…

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