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I asked ChatGPT to make me a one shot with Bucky Barnes and it did not disappoint.

Title: "In His Arms, Always"

Setting: Modern-day Brooklyn, autumn evening.

Tone: Soft, romantic, emotional.

Length: ~1,000 words

Love it — here’s a romantic **one-shot** featuring **Bucky Barnes** and **you**, set in modern times, with a big reveal: he’s going to be a dad. 💙

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**Title: "In His Arms, Always"**

**Setting:** Modern-day Brooklyn, autumn evening.

**Tone:** Soft, romantic, emotional.

**Length:** \~1,000 words

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The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the kettle and the gentle patter of rain against the windows. Bucky Barnes sat on the worn, navy blue couch, his metal fingers absentmindedly turning the pages of an old paperback novel you’d insisted he read. Something about how it would help him "understand the art of soft love."

He hadn’t really been paying attention to the words. Not tonight.

You had been acting different. Not distant — never that — but quieter. Softer around the edges. Thoughtful in a way that made his chest tighten with something between love and worry.

“Doll?” His voice, low and careful, broke the stillness. “You okay in there?”

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your hair, fingers nervously playing with the edge of your hoodie. His hoodie. “Yeah. I just... wanted to talk.”

He sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said quickly, walking over to him. You hesitated for a second, then knelt in front of him, placing your hands gently on his knees. He dropped the book instantly, one hand moving to your cheek.

“You’re scaring me,” he whispered.

“I didn’t mean to. I promise, it’s good. Or—it’s surprising. But good.”

Bucky’s brows drew together, the way they always did when he was preparing for news he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear. Years of war and pain and loss had trained him for worst-case scenarios. But your eyes... your eyes were shining with something that didn’t look like fear.

You reached behind you, pulling something from your hoodie pocket.

It was small. White. Plastic.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then froze.

“Is that—?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

There was a silence that stretched between you — not cold, not distant, just wide. Like the space before a wave breaks.

“I didn’t plan it,” you added softly. “But I took three of them. They all said the same thing.”

Bucky’s lips parted. His voice was a rasp. “You’re pregnant?”

Your eyes searched his. “Yeah.”

Another pause. He sat back slightly, his flesh hand running through his hair. “I thought maybe you were... I mean, I noticed you were— God.”

You stood slowly, and he followed, standing too. For a second, neither of you moved.

Then Bucky’s arms were around you, crushing you to him.

He held you like he might disappear if he let go — or worse, like *you* might.

You felt his breath against your neck, hot and trembling. “You’re gonna be a mom,” he murmured.

“I am,” you said. “And you... you're gonna be a dad, Bucky.”

He leaned back just enough to look into your eyes. There were tears in his, but a smile too — wide and wonderstruck, as if he’d never quite believed he’d get to live a life like this.

“I don’t even know how to be a dad,” he said, almost laughing through the emotion. “I didn’t have one long enough to remember what that looked like.”

“You’ll be a good one,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “You already are. You’ve taken care of me since the day we met.”

“I’ve spent so long trying to undo the person I was,” he whispered, voice breaking. “And now I get to help make someone new?”

You kissed him, slow and soft, and felt him melt into it — metal hand on the small of your back, holding you like you were the only thing tethering him to this world.

“You get to make someone with me,” you said. “And you’re not who you were, Buck. You’re who you *chose* to be.”

He let out a shaky breath, resting his hand over your stomach. “It’s so small right now.”

You laughed, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Yeah, but give it a few months. Then you’ll be cursing every midnight craving I have.”

“I’ll get up at 3 a.m. for pickles and ice cream,” he said, grinning now. “Hell, I’ll bring you an entire pizza and a foot massage.”

You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. It was real. He was real. This moment was yours.

For the first time in a long time, Bucky Barnes wasn’t haunted by the past.

He was dreaming of a future.

With you.

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