#but...eh...Steve being into math is one of my passions

[steviewashere]

I have this strong belief that he's incredible with math and statistics due to his interest in sports.

There's so much math that goes into figuring out the stats of baseball players; things like pitches (angles and miles per hour), batting averages, on-base percentages, and slugging percentages. All, by the way if you look at the MLB Player Hitting Stat Leaders (a great cheat sheet if you're ever confused on all the numbers you may see on the screen when watching the games), require certain formulas to configure the rates/percentages.

For example, the slugging percentage (SLG) formula is:

(1B+2Bx2+3Bx3+HRx4)/AB

Which basically translates to:

(Hits+Doubles(multiplied by 2)+Triples(multiplied by 3)+Home Runs(multiplied by 4)) and then divided by At-Bats.

So, if during the baseball season a player has 175 hits (or where they hit the ball on a fair-play and make it as far as first base), 30 doubles (where the player hits the ball and can successfully make it to second base), 3 triples (where the player hits the ball and makes it to third base), 50 home runs (the player hits the ball out of the playing field either to the seats or even outside of the park), and is on home base to bat around 500 times—then the formula would be:

(175+30(2)+3(3)+50(4))/500

If following PEMDAS (Parentheses, Exponents, Multiplication, Division, Addition, Subtraction) correctly:

(175+60+9+200)/500

(444)/500

The slugging percentage for anonymous player would then be:

.888 (and stops at the hundredths place, or the number value three spaces to the right of the decimal point)

The number should usually be less than the whole number one, meaning that the slugging percentage should be a decimal value less than one. If you somehow got a value bigger than 0.—, then the calculation is wrong.

As, for example, Aaron Judge's (of the New York Yankees who lead the player hitting stats this year) slugging percentage (or SLG) is 0.708.

Anyway, enough of me getting all math brained. (I like math too much). (And also baseball lmao).

In order to figure out some of these rates and percentages, you'd have to have a rudimentary understanding of algebraic equations. And, also, you'd have to be precise and accurate when calculating. Now, Steve may not be the one at his varsity games (or whatever level he was when playing baseball) doing the calculations on the coach's clipboard, he'd probably still be curious or interested in some of his favorite players' stats.

But, who knows, maybe he did run the books every once in a while when playing. Maybe he volunteered some of his time to be assistant coach for softball teams or even the elementary school minor leagues. Anyway. I truly, honestly believe he'd be competent in math, at least to an Algebra 1 or 2 level. And, y'know, he'd probably deny being totally into math, but I think he's one of the top tier students in those classes. After all, in order to stay on all these sports teams (to my understanding he was on one of the basketball teams, a junior varsity or varsity level baseball team, and co-captain of the swim team) you have to have at least a C grade or higher—otherwise, you're booted from the team. I think he liked sports enough that he actually tried in school; especially considering several history references and sports analyses he makes in the show.

Sorry to ramble, but I fully agree OP.

Give me good at math Steve. Maybe he’s dyslexic and words never made sense and always swam away from him, but numbers? He can memorize formulas, he can recognize pattterns.

I feel like it would add so much dimension to his character. I always like it in fic when they write Steve knowing a second language, or playing an instrument because I feel like the fandom has taken this idea that Steve is incompetent and ran with it. He’s incredibly clever, and sarcastic (a sign of intelligence btw), and snarky. He thinks quickly, is it well thought out? Not always, but that’s just his lack of self preservation skills. People can be smart and idiots at the same time, they can have their strengths and I wish that was portrayed more in fic and fandom.

So let him be good at math. Let him just be able to make sense of it. Show him tutoring El and assisting Lucas and Max when Mike and Dustin seem too condescending or intimidating or bitchy.

He’ll be bitchy too, but in an understanding way, because he knows what it’s like to struggle with something others find simple.

Also give us a scene where Mike or Dustin find out and flip their lids PLEASE

[word-of-sanjana]

Nov 8, 2022 election

oh god i don’t have the energy to do the whole shebang this time

but i guess i’m doing it anyways

Notes on the Saratoga City Council Candidate Forum:

- oh dear there’s only 3 qualified candidates out of the 5 this year and two are old timers Yan Zhao and Chuck Page, so no point discussing them- they’re the same as always and if you don’t know them by now, just ask around

- Belal Aftab is the only candidate worth discussing, and I have to say, I was surprised at how well-considered and well-spoken his approaches to the issues were. Last election I was skeptical about his motivation for coming into local politics, but after this year’s forum I feel pretty sure that he’s acting out of his heart, not pure ambition. I’m conflicted still because I don’t think his and my political perspectives line up, but I do think he might be a reasonable person to have around. At the very least he isn’t as much of a political old-timer as Chuck Page and Yan Zhao. Hmm.

- ok, the moderator is asking some great questions: she asked about Measure C (I kinda want to know more about everyone’s reasoning on that actually, cause it seemed straightforward to me) and also asked each candidate to share one thing that most people don’t know about them- some fun answers!

VERDICT: hmm I guess I’m down to give Belal Aftab a chance this year. If pickings weren’t slim this year then I don’t know if he’d make the cut for my priority list, but hey you have to pick from the options you get sometimes

Notes on the Sheriff Candidate Forum:

- ok so the impression I’m getting is that Kevin Jensen is the long-time SCC Sheriff’s Office member who says he was pushing against the corruption from the inside, while Bob Jonsen has worked in police depts of different cities and is coming in from outside the Sheriff’s Office? Both of them are leaning on the “I’m gonna make the dept. change” angle, cause well, the dept. is under corruption charges yet again right? I haven’t even been paying attention- that office is constantly turning over because of corruption and mismanagement charges so I just assume it’s always in turmoil I guess

- hmm, I can’t really tell which candidate is better from this forum; let’s see if my contacts have any intel [note: I prob asked too late and they’re not gonna get back to me in time :/]

VERDICT: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I guess I liked Kevin Jensen’s passion for wanting to improve conditions for everyone, including ppl in prison. I don’t think he can do it, cause I think the whole institution of the sheriff’s office and the criminal system is just too corrupt and messed up, but he seems to want to attempt it. Eh, I don’t have faith in this office but whatever

never mind, a source I trust said Bob Jonsen so I’m gonna go with that.

Notes on LGSUSD Board Candidate Forum:

- yooo it’s Eleanor Yick again, my fav moderator! oh wait she’s just introducing the moderator for today, damn. well I guess we need new blood too

- only Misty Davies, Alex Shultz, and David Guidry are here, but the other two sent statements

- Steve Chen’s statement...did not tell me much. He was a math teacher at LG and before that was a long-time tech guy.

- oh and Chris Miller also sent one too. He was on the LGUSD board from 2004-2012, was on oversight and budget committees for the high school district, and also has been a part of various other committees (including one for mental health needs of students)- I’d like to hear more about this. He’s currently a teacher at a private high school. He wants to see more focus on mental wellness of students, staff, and faculty; better communication with broader community; teacher recruitment and retaining, including possibility of teacher housing; research-based approach to reduce substance use among students. Huh, those are all pretty excellent talking points- I will check out his website. [And the website was mostly the same points tho it did talk about his origins in local politics going back to being a teen in LG]

- Alex Shultz is a retired LG teacher- has experience from being a teacher/parent at LG. I don’t have a strong sense of what skills he brings to the table?

- David Guidry is the only incumbent and he’s clearly well aware of the job responsibilities. He’s kinda dry, not very inspiring, but he seems very responsible. He’s a retired software dude.

- Misty Davies is a project manager and is the only one with kids currently in the district. She’s been involved in school leadership as a volunteer. She speaks well and seems to have the strongest leadership vibes out of the three here.

- there’s a new superintendent apparently, and apparently they come from a bigger district in SF so there’s talk about how the board is going to manage them

**Ok I abandoned the school board candidate forum and looked at the Saratoga Falcon’s reporting instead- found some juicy tidbits but I don’t have time to write them up here! so let’s just go with these candidates:

VERDICT: Chris Miller and Misty Davies for their stances on mental health (which is my #1 concern for LGSUSD teens), and I guess David Guidry for his functional skills. Alex Shultz and Scott Chen just didn’t have anything that really stood out to me as helpful.

[avengerofyourheart]

Happy Accidents (reader x Bucky) [AH pt 10(End)]

Characters: reader x Bucky, Sam, Steve, Nat, Tony, Bruce (mentioned)

Summary: Reader stays home from a mission and Bucky returns with unexpected news that could change your life together forever. 

Warnings: lil angst, mostly fluff. Mentions of illness and possible pregnancy. 

Word Count: 4k. (last part, I needed all the words! )

A/N: Well, this is it!! The last part. It’s been a long time coming and I’m sorry about the wait, but I hope it’s worth it! This series was my baby. Part 1 was my first fic written and posted EVER. Thank you all for sticking around and supporting me and this series! Please let me know what you think! :)

Tags at the end. 

<<<Part 9  Part 10 (End)

Accidents Happen Series Masterlist 

___________________________________________________________

Previously:

“There really is no one like you, Y/N. It’s good to be home.”

Now that Bucky was back, the tower felt like home again to you, too.

________________

One Year Later

“I’m going.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Bucky. I feel fine!! I’ve been fine all morning. I am going on this mission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to protest, but your determined expression stopped him, throwing his hands up in surrender.

You smiled victoriously, gathering the last of your gear and tugging the zipper closed on your duffel. The both of you already wore your combat gear, ready to board the Quinjet that was leaving in 10 minutes. Steve had interrupted breakfast saying there was a last minute mission so you and Bucky, along with Bruce, Clint, and Steve were heading out as soon as possible. Steve protested your joining the mission, too, which annoyed you. What was up with that?

One last scan around the room to make sure you had gathered everything, you met Bucky’s eyes.

“You ready, babe?” you asked him.

“Yup. How ‘bout you, doll?”

You paused, holding up one finger before you bolted for the bathroom and lost your breakfast. Aw, crap.

Rinsing your mouth and seeing your own pale reflection, you knew Bucky was right.

Returning to the bedroom, Bucky was already on the phone.

“Yeah, Y/N still isn’t feeling well. Can Natasha cover for her?” he asked, waiting for Steve’s response. “Right. Okay.”

You sat down on the bed, feeling deflated.

Bucky caught your eye as he spoke to Steve, “Yeah, I know. We’ll talk when I get back. I’m on my way.”

The long-haired brunet hung up and came over to sit next to you, pulling you close with a kiss to your temple.

“This whole stomach flu thing sucks. I really thought I was over it!” you whined.

“I know, doll. You rest up and focus on feeling better. We should be gone 3 days, tops. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You sighed as Bucky stood and grabbed his own gear, planting a kiss on your cheek before heading out. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at you.

“I love you.”

Those words uttered from his lips still gave you butterflies as you smiled, “I love you, too.”

He waved a hand and he was gone, leaving you to strip off your combat suit and get back into pajamas.

After changing, you puttered around in stocking feet, gathering a blanket, water, and crackers before settling on the couch with the remote. Thankfully you were able to hole up in the apartment you shared with Bucky, hoping to avoid getting anyone else sick. Netflix had become your savior these past few days in between intervals of throwing up. Gross.

Ever since that first mission for Bucky, the both of you had gone out dozens of times, some together, others left one of you home waiting and worrying. The focus on training and feeling useful was good for Bucky. He hardly ever had nightmares anymore and when he did, once he knew he was safe at home with you by his side, the terror subsided.

Not that life was without its challenges. You and Bucky were still very different people so disagreements were bound to happen. There was the Empty Toilet Paper Roll Fiasco, the Incorrect Toothpaste Squeeze Disagreement, and of course the If-You-Don’t-Stop-Leaving-Damp-Towels-on-the-Bed-I’m-Gonna-Smother-You-In-Your-Sleep Conflict. Most were resolved quickly and without bloodshed.

Honestly, the both of you were pretty easy going so cohabitating was an easy transition, more or less. The constant reminder of “be careful” before missions and trying not to interfere in each others’ jobs in the field, that was harder to manage. It all worked itself out, though, as you made it clear that talking about it was always better. Not that you could keep things to yourself anyway.

While Bucky was on this particular mission, you did what you usually could to occupy your time, but it was just harder by yourself. In the afternoon of the second day, you ventured out into the common area to find Sam surfing through the cable channels. Screw the passing of germs, it was probably too late anyway.

“Hey, Birdbrain.”

“Hey, crazy girl. How you feeling?” said the man with a smile.

“Eh, a little better. But you know what would reeeeaaallly make me feel better?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, Y/N. I’ll play your little game.”

“Yay!” you cheered, grabbing the card games and settling on the floor opposite Sam with the coffee table between you. “

________

Midway through the third day of the mission, you received a text from Bucky that they would return home that night. Ecstatic, you straightened up the apartment and went to the store to gather ingredients for Bucky’s favorite meal. Your stomach still couldn’t handle much food, but it was better today. Unsure of the time of his arrival, you prepared the meal and then set aside a plate that Bucky could reheat when he returned. You nibbled on a few things, but nothing really sounded good. Around seven o’clock, you settled on the couch to watch a movie and wait up for your handsome man.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up to daylight in your own bed with a warm hand rubbing your thigh throughout the blankets.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Turning toward the voice, you saw Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face. You rolled over toward him, rubbing your eyes.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“About 9:15 in the morning.”

“Wha…Nine?!? I sat down on the couch a little after 7 and must have drifted off. I slept…” you did the math in your fuzzy head, “Fourteen hours? I didn’t know I was so tired! I was gonna wait up for you!” you whined, annoyed at your lack of consciousness upon his arrival.

He chuckled, “It’s fine, doll. You need your rest. And I’m here, as promised. All is well.”

“Ugh. I feel like I’ve been so lazy lately. No energy to do anything. I wish I could kick this bug…”

Bucky gave you a close-lipped smile, a softness in his eyes, “Sit up for me, doll. Let’s talk.”

Eyeing him warily, you untangled yourself from the sheets and crawled to his side.

“Okay?” you questioned. “What’s up?”

Bucky cleared his throat, gathering your hands in his, “Do you remember that mission we went on a while back? We took down that arms dealer in Prague where you had to flirt with the old guy again and that red dress made another appearance? Even better in person, by the way.”

You giggled, “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well…you know how we got into an argument about how you went against Steve’s orders and took on the guards alone? I was so mad…” he trailed off, laughing at it now.

You bit your lip, remembering the fire in Bucky’s eyes as he yelled with concern for you to be more careful.

“Uh huh.”

“And how we stayed one night longer in the hotel room per Steve’s orders to cool off before heading home? He wanted us to kiss and make up. And make up we did,” Bucky grinned, remembering the fury and passion of that night, a flush rising to your face as well.

“That was a great night,” you swooned, leaning forward to capture your boyfriends lips in a kiss.

Bucky returned the kiss, smiling softly as he pulled away, then hesitating before he spoke again, “I also remember we weren’t particularly…careful…that night…”

He watched your expression, waiting for some recollection.

Brow furrowed, you thought for a moment, then agreeing, “Okay? I mean it was rare for us, but not the first time.”

“I know, but…it’s possible that that night is connected to how sick you’ve been the past 2 weeks,” Bucky spoke softly, rubbing his flesh hand up and down your back while his metal left still remained in your lap.

You remained silent, avoiding his gaze.

“Come on, Y/N. It must have crossed your mind…” He waited for your response and when it didn’t come, he tried again. “Y/N…doll, talk to me. I’m not used to pulling words out of you. In fact, you usually blurt out whatever you’re thinking before I can even ask.”

A laugh bubbled up thickly in your throat as you finally turned Bucky’s way with a sniffle, tears in your eyes.

“It did occur to me…” you began, pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“And?”

“I pushed it away the second it came to mind. There was NO way that I…I couldn’t be…I just…I never wanted to be THAT girl,” you exclaimed wiping at unexpected tears angrily.

“What girl?” he asked in confusion.

“You know, the girl who gets knocked up by her boyfriend and never goes anywhere or does anything with her life. More than half the girls at my high school had little carbon copies of them running around within two years after graduating. IF they graduated. I never wanted to be like them,” you finished your rant, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Bucky tenderly placed a hand on either side of your face, meeting your gaze while thumbs brushed your cheekbones.

“Y/N…you are the furthest away from being one of those girls as a person can be,” he smiled. “You got out. You left that small town behind, got a college degree, moved to New York…You’re an Avenger! You travel the world with superheroes while you kick ass and take names. And you’re still an Avenger, no matter what. In whatever capacity you want with built in babysitters right here, should we need them.”

You adjusted yourself until you were knee to knee with Bucky, placing a hand on each of his magnificent thighs as he placed his own hands on your hips.

“Now…if you don’t want to do this…we’ll figure it out. And if you don’t want to do this with me, I underst…”

“Whoa! Wait a minute,” you interrupted harshly, stopping Bucky’s self-deprecating thoughts outright. It was your turn to grasp his handsome face to know you were being heard. “If THIS is happening at all, it’s happening with YOU. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. With all my heart. You’re the only person in the world I would ever want to be in this situation with.”

He gave a grateful smile, placing his hands over yours and then pulling them into his lap.

“Besides, you’ve been dealing with my special brand of crazy for over a year and so far you haven’t run for the hills. I doubt I could break in someone new before THIS becomes a reality, so…”

Bucky chuckled, ”Well, then you’re stuck with me, then.”

“No, YOU are stuck with ME. Hot Super Soldier boyfriend who is also kind and caring and handsome? Yeah, I definitely got the better deal.”

“I beg to differ, my darling. You’re funny, gorgeous, amazing, honest, loving, fierce, and did I mention hot?”

You laughed, then turning serious. “Yeah, well. Maybe not for long. Because…I….am….” you struggled to form the last word and then blurted it, “...PREGNANT.”

“That’s my girl! See? Acceptance is the first step…or something,” Bucky said, grinning at you.

You slugged your hunky boyfriend in the arm, “This is your fault, Mr. Super Sperm.”

He threw his head back now in a full belly laugh, then leaning forward to capture your lips with his, muttering “I love you” against them.

“I will take full responsibility for that, my darling. Although, I could’ve sworn you were there, too…” his brow furrowed in mocking.

You shrugged in agreement, then questioning, “Seriously though, that serum is in your DNA, right? What does that mean for…” you pointed to your stomach, which still showed no difference.

Bucky sighed, “I don’t know, doll. It’s not like we have any other examples to go on. I breeched the subject to Steve a while back and he blushed so hard he couldn’t speak full sentences for an hour. But…that only becomes a question of importance if….”

A groan left your lips as you collapsed backwards onto the pillows. Bucky crawled up the bed to lay beside you as he gently pulled you close.

“This wasn’t in the plan!” you whined, dramatically covering your eyes with the crook of your elbow.

You heard a snicker, causing you to peek out at your boyfriend.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! It’s just…what plan? Sorry, doll, but honestly, nothing in our life together has really been planned. You kissed me one night, I kissed you back, we were together, then Nat found out about us and then everyone knew… I mean, we even moved in together on a whim. No planning.”

You thought back to that day six months ago. The two of you had been mildly bickering at breakfast about him needing a drawer for a few of his things at your place and him not having an actually drawer for you at his place. Tony rolled his eyes at you and blurted, “Why don’t you just move in together? There’s an available apartment a few floors down. Save us all the headache.” You met Bucky’s eyes, considering it, and you both shrugged and moved in the next day.

Truthfully, neither of you were planners. You were notoriously spontaneous about everything and Bucky had enough trouble keeping his mind out of the past and into the present to actually consider the future very often.

So, he had a point. Which made you even more nervous about this new endeavor.

“See? We’re not equipped to handle this! I’m kinda freaked out about the whole situation. Aren’t you freaking out?!?” you mildly screeched.

The handsome brunet chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Well, oddly enough, I’ve been sitting on this information for longer than you have, so I’ve already had my freak out, doll. Clint talked me down.”

“What? Clint knows?”

“Actually, Clint sort of recognized the signs and approached me. He’s been through it a few times before. You still claimed it was the flu, so he thought I should know. I nearly pulled my hair out, but it made sense.”

Hesitantly, you voiced your thoughts, “So…do you think we can do this? I mean, is this something you want?”

Bucky sighed, tracing patterns on your clothed stomach with his fingertips, “Honestly, this is another one of those things I never thought I’d have. I didn’t know if I could or if we should, but now that we’re here…yeah. I think I do. I mean, this is you and me. This right here is a result of two people who love each other very much and I’m with you all the way, good or bad….yes….or no.”

You thought about what he said, this potential offspring being half you and half the wonderful, amazing man you couldn’t imagine your life without. Now knowing where he stood, you considered your own feelings. Was this something YOU wanted? Despite never fully voicing or acknowledging them, there were thoughts in the back of your mind about maybe possibly one day settling down and having a family. This was a little soon, but Bucky was right. You weren’t one to plan, so maybe this was just the way it was meant to happen.

Flickering in your mind was the image of seeing Bucky hold his child for the first time with the biggest smile on his face and tears in his eyes, an exhausted but triumphant you next to him. This possible future was having an unexpected affect on you. Instead of the nausea that had plagued you for weeks, you felt something else brewing inside: excitement.

Meeting his eyes, you blinked away a few tears, took in a deep breath, held it, and then spoke in a burst of an exhale, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Yes. Let’s do it. Let’s have a baby, Mr. Barnes,” you smiled.

The biggest grin lit up his face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

Bucky kissed you, then letting out a loud whoop causing you to burst out in laughter. He returned his focus to your stomach, muttering as he kissed your currently nonexistent bump while you trailed your fingers through his chestnut locks.

You froze then, panic seizing you once again, “Wait, I didn’t get to finish my freak out! What if this super soldier baby is, like, extra strong and just busts out of my vag one day? Do you know anything about babies? Cause I don’t know anything about babies except that time I babysat my sister’s kids and one of them smeared paint all over the living room and she never let me watch them again which was probably a good thing. What about college? College is expensive!! We don’t even technically have incomes! We just kind of live here and do hero stuff so does Tony just foot the bill? Is that what Clint does? That doesn’t make any sense, I mean…”

Bucky let you rant for a few more minutes, trying to hide his amused smile. When you ran out of steam and took a breath, he kissed you and reached for his phone by the bedside.

“Y/N….I don’t know. A lot of that stuff, I don’t have answers for. But Clint said that all new parents come into this having no clue, so that was a little comforting. And as for the money stuff, we’ll figure it out. College is a little ways away so we have time. Hopefully he or she will be super smart as well as super strong so they can get a scholarship,” he smiled.

Scrolling through his phone, he found what he was looking for and clicked.

“Whatever comes, we will figure it out. Together. Clint also shared this song with me because it calmed him a little when Laura was first pregnant.”

Strumming of acoustic guitar began to play from his phone, “Do you recognize it?”

You frowned and shook your head, feigning ignorance.

“Finally!” he chuckled. “I’m ahead of you in the music game.”

You laughed at his joy over a so-called ‘win’, settling in to listen as he placed the phone gently on your stomach and pulled you close, nuzzling your neck.

People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one And we’ve just begun, I think I’m gonna have a son…

“Or daughter,” Bucky interjected as he nuzzled your cheek.

He will be like she and me as free as a dove conceived in love Sun is gonna shine above

Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey and everything will bring a chain of love And in the morning when I rise, You bring a tear of joy to my eyes And tell me everything is gonna be alright

Bucky then rolled off the bed and went searching through his top dresser drawer.

“What’re you doing there, Sarge?” you asked.

“I’ll have you know,” he answered, closing the drawer with something in his hand, “that I’ve had this for weeks, so there’s no shot gun involved. I was just waiting for the right time…”

He walked around to your side of the bed and knelt before you as the music played on.

And now a smile, a face, a girl who shares my name now I’m through with the game This boy will never be the same.

“What do you say, doll? Will you marry me?” he popped the question as a square velvet box was opened before you, a modest diamond ring nestled inside.

Tears sprung to your eyes, shock evident in your features. Brushing the phone off your torso, you sat up quickly, hands covering your mouth. You dropped your legs off the side of the bed and slid down to kneeling on the floor with feet tucked under you. Bucky sat down before you, ring still on display.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

Bucky urged you on, eyebrows raised, “And?”

Meeting his eyes, you smiled, “Yes.”

He captured your lips with his, a beaming smile on both your faces. He took the ring out intending to slip it on your finger when you stopped him, placing a hand over his.

“But I have one request. Sell the diamond.”

“What?” he questioned, almost angry.

“I don’t need a diamond. If we’re serious about this future and this baby and money and everything else, I want a simple band. That’s it. And you wear one, too. It’s always bugged me that only the girl wears an engagement ring, I mean, is the guy less committed? Why does he still look available at first glance? I don’t like it. And speaking of equality, the whole sharing your name thing? We should talk about that…”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Bucky chuckled in interruption, shaking his head in disbelief. “You are the most unique girl I’ve ever met, Y/N. And I love you for it.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss your fiancé.

You pulled back, foreheads touching as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Frowning slightly, you had a thought, “Guess I should actually take a test of some sort, huh? Pee on a stick to make it official?”

He shook his head in laughter, “Nat bought one for when you were ready. I’ll text her.”

“Nat knows? And Clint? Guess we should tell the whole team then…”

Bucky offered a sheepish smile, “Sorry, doll, but…everyone kind of already knows. Nat picked up on your symptoms not long after Clint, I had to tell Steve to keep you off missions and Thor, well...when you burst into tears after he finished the last pop tart you had your heart set on, I had to tell him something. Sam overheard me talking to Steve. Why else do you think he played those card games with you even though he hates it? Tony was the last one left since he had been all wrapped up in a project, but Steve told him this morning.”

You let out a huff with a frown, “That takes the fun out of it.”

“Well…we still have your parents to tell…”

Eyes wide, you let that sink in, “Son of a biscuit, you’re right...”

To Bucky’s surprise, you stood suddenly and headed for the elevator.

“Where are we going?” he asked, falling into step with you.

“I figure I should practice before then and why not start right now?” you said, pressing the button for the common room floor in the elevator. The ride only took a few seconds.

Bucky just followed your lead, used to your unexpected antics by now. Exiting the elevator, you could see most of the team present so you took a deep breath.

“HEY GUESS WHAT BUCKY KNOCKED ME UP AND NOW WE’RE GETTING HITCHED ISN’T THAT GREAT?” you yelled at the top of your lungs with a huge smile on your face.

A few of the Avengers had flinched at your volume initially, but then just shook their heads with smiles and left whatever activity they were working on. Soon the whole team was giving hugs and patting Bucky on the back, all of them offering “congrats” and “finally’s”

“This calls for celebration!” Tony exclaimed with a clap of his hand, then asking JARVIS to order some pickles and ice cream to be delivered ASAP. He thought he was funny. And he was right, not that you let him know. That combination did sound oddly satisfying, though…

Bucky returned to your side, gathering you in his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You ready for this, doll?” he whispered.

“Not in the slightest,” you answered truthfully. “But it’ll be a great adventure.”

“The greatest,” he agreed with a smile.

“We still need to have a private celebration of our own, you know,” you grinned at him, wiggling your eyebrows.

He chuckled in disbelief, “You sure you’re up for that, doll?”

“Always, Hot Stuff,” you winked, smacking your fiancé’s shapely behind before rejoining the group. He just shook his head and followed.

A lot of your life together had been accidental, but to you they had all been happy accidents because they brought you here. And there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.

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Song link: Danny’s Song by Kenny Loggins

Whew!! I did it!! My very first ever series is now complete. I had this last part mostly written for months but I had some trouble letting go for some reason. But here we are. It’s time. I really hope you liked this ending and found it fitting. Please let me know! Message, comment, ask, reply, whatever. You are all awesome and I love you. :) 

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