Oh, he heard her. But he’s going to pretend he didn’t, because–how? he can’t even process the thought. His head spinning and feeling lightheaded simultaneously, this can’t end well. He’s afraid if he opens his mouth, he’ll vomit. He doesn’t want to give Wanda the wrong impression. Hell, Bucky isn’t sure exactly how he feels just yet.
“I’m pregnant,” he said again, on a less excited tone this time. She was more than happy about the news. She always saw herself as a mother one day and to share this experience with someone she loved? It could only be good. But at the same time, she worried that Bucky didn’t want that. That he’d ask her to get rid of it or to not be with her because of it. She was aware it could be a deal breaker for some people.
Gentle tactile was something that felt foreign to him. It was unnerving in a sense, but there was something about Wanda that sent a wave of serenity throughout his degraded body. His breath stabled, eyes heavy and soul still troubled. Bucky turned to Wanda and leaned into her touch, he didn’t say anything just nodded and let her take him in.
She was glad he didn’t push her away. She knew that this probably wasn’t easy for him. After how HYDRA treated him. She related to that, in a way. She had been locked up in the facility so that they could enhence her powers. And it wasn’t seventy years. “And that offer works every time you need it.”
