Y/N left the team around a year ago. Then Y/N posts something— a baby. Bucky is not okay.
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It was one of those rare, easy afternoons in the Avengers compound. No alarms, no briefings, no world-ending threats. Just the soft hum of the city through the windows, the distant sound of someone in the kitchen, and the quiet, comfortable chaos of people who had long since learned to share space without needing to fill every silence.
Tony was sprawled across one of the couches, tapping at a tablet. Bruce was in the corner with a book. Wanda and Peter were on the floor, half-watching something on TV while Peter explained the plot. Natasha and Yelena were at the counter, picking through takeout containers. Clint was fiddling with an arrow. Thor had a bag of chips balanced on his chest. Steve was pouring coffee.
And Bucky was by the window, arms crossed, staring out at the skyline like he was somewhere else entirely.
Then Peter’s voice cut through the room.
Oh— oh my God. Guys.
scrambling to sit up, phone clutched in both hands Everyone. Everyone, stop what you’re doing.
without looking up Kid, if this is another video of a raccoon doing something weird, I’m revoking your Wi-Fi.
No, no, it’s— it’s Y/N.
The name landed like a stone in a still pond. Even Tony’s thumb froze mid-scroll.
turning What about them?
They posted something. Like, just now. A picture.
leaning in What kind of picture?
voice a little breathless A baby. A newborn. It says— reads off the screen “meet the love of my life. ♡”
For a second, no one moved.
Then the room erupted.
Wait, what?
tossing the tablet aside, sitting up Hold on. Hold on. Run that back.
coffee forgotten Y/N had a baby?
crushing the chip bag against his chest in his haste to sit up A child? Truly?
Wanda was already on her phone, pulling up the post. Natasha crossed the room to look over her shoulder. Yelena abandoned the takeout entirely.
Let me see. Move.
softly, with a smile already forming Oh… look at them.
quietly, almost to herself They look so small.
gesturing Somebody put it on the big screen. Friday—
Already displaying, Boss.
The photo appeared on the main screen, large enough for everyone to see. A tiny newborn, wrapped in a soft blanket, one little hand barely peeking out. It was simple, intimate, warm. The kind of photo you took when the world had narrowed to a single, impossible heartbeat.
The reactions rippled through the room.
staring at the screen, voice touched Wow.
A fine, strong-looking child! beaming They have the look of a warrior already.
hand pressed to her chest They’re beautiful.
grinning This is crazy. Like, so crazy. Y/N’s a parent now. A whole parent.
scrubbing a hand over his jaw So that’s where they’ve been. Wow. Just… wow.
eyes still on the screen They didn’t say anything.
Maybe they needed time. Or space.
matter-of-fact They should have said something. We would have been there.
There was a murmur of agreement. Not angry, not accusatory. Just… a collective, gentle ache. Y/N had been gone a year, and this was the first any of them had seen of them. The first sign of the life they’d been building.
Across the room, Bucky hadn’t moved from the window.
He was still standing with his back to the group, but his head had turned slightly at the sound of Y/N’s name. And even from a distance, there was something different in his posture now. Tension, maybe. Or something quieter.
Natasha’s gaze flicked toward him, then back to the screen.
carefully What did the caption say again?
“Meet the love of my life.” With a little heart.
rubbing his chin So they’re not alone in this, then. That’s… good. That’s good, right? That’s what we want.
softly It’s what they deserve.
No one noticed the way Bucky’s hand tightened at his side.