Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

Today is Bullock's 35th birthday, and today he finds out he's pregnant again.

He came out of the toilet, holding a pregnancy test stick in his hand, and touched the abdominal muscles he had worked so hard after giving birth to his second child, and decided to secretly dispose of the child without telling Bucky.

Come on, he's the captain of the Special Forces and he's not a fucking surrogate mother. It's too much to have two babies a year. That vampire Nick Fury will let him retire directly!

Unexpectedly, their eldest son Steve, a shameless little boy with the same name as Captain America but inherited the crossbones, was lured by Bucky's promise to take him to the Red Sox game, and revealed his father's secret The plan was revealed.

When Bucky found out, the flesh on his face was trembling with anger. After getting married, he gained a lot of weight. Although high-intensity training and serums kept him in perfect shape, the flesh on his face obviously couldn't be transformed into a full body through exercise. Tight muscles.

He shook his iron arm with a sneer, kicked open the door of his house, and questioned Bullock: "I heard that you plan to cut our child into pieces with surgical forceps and then take it out of the stomach?"

Brock shook his cigarette-lighting hand without showing any sign of weakness: "That was the way of abortion in the 30s, and we modern people are no longer like this."

Bucky snatched the cigarette from Brock, threw it on the ground and trampled it.

"I know you and Bartok partnered to smuggle arms to the Middle East," Bucky puffed his cheeks, "If you dare to abort, I'll tell Nick Fury about it."

Bullock only felt that this person's head was full of craters from meteorites. He raised his legs and put them on the coffee table, and said condescendingly: "I'm not just trying to earn money to support my family, just the little salary you paid for saving the world, including milk powder Can't even afford it."

Bucky's heart was pierced like a leaky balloon.

Even the big green eyes were full of disappointment. He lowered his head slightly, with half-length hair hanging down his face.

Bullock can't stand his twitching appearance the most, like a stray cat abandoned by its owner, with a dirty and sticky face, as if it could cry for you in a second.

What about the Winter Soldier who stabbed him twice when they first met? !

What about the Hydra weapon that fucked him until he couldn't cry? !

Do you think you are still the little prince of Brooklyn Bai Fumei? !

I want to return it! ! !

Bucky cautiously moved to his side, embraced the hard-hearted Omega with his arms, buried his face in Bullock's strong shoulders, stretched out his pink tongue and licked the terrifying skull tattoo on Bullock's upper arm, pitifully Said: "Please."

The soft little appearance made Bullock's heart melt, and he sighed: "Don't cry, I don't want to wipe your tears."

"Then you're not going to have an abortion?" Bucky stared at Brock with watery green eyes.

Brock scolded himself for being an idiot a hundred times in his heart, but he still nodded and stroked his stubble in a vicissitudes of life: "Okay."

Bucky rubbed his face against his, and from an angle that Bullock couldn't see, he showed a sly smile after a successful trick.

Bullock changed the subject: "However, I will name this child."

Bucky looked up blankly and asked, "Why? Is my name bad?"

Brock couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Then what are you going to name this child?"

Bucky frowned in embarrassment, thought for more than a minute, and said, "Or...the boy's name is Tony, and the girl's name is Wanda?"

Brock asked in shock: "You slept with Tony and Wanda too? You Avengers are really messed up."

Bucky's jaw dropped in shock: "Why do you think so?"

Bullock grinned: "You named your eldest son Steve," and pointed to the little girl in the crib, "You named your daughter Natasha, aren't they all your exes?"

Bucky swears to God: "I'm not, I don't! You misunderstood! You can name it if you want!"

"Then... if it's a boy, it's Rollins, and a girl is Yelena."

Bucky lost his eyes dangerously: "Any other alternative names?"

"Clint? Shaw? Hill? Wade? If it doesn't work, then Tony."

Bucky's fists were clenched unconsciously, and his expressionless expression was a bit like that of the old winter soldier. The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of cracking.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Have you slept with them all?"

Brock thought for a while: "It should be."

Bucky slammed his fist on the sofa, and the cotton wool flew around for a while.

"Isn't Tony your uncle?!"

Brock reacted sluggishly. He found that Bucky was angry, and couldn't help becoming irritable. He explained loudly: "He hasn't always been my uncle. Besides, he was already with Captain America when I met him. We haven't gone to bed yet, why are you angry!"

"Where are those people in front?!"

Seeing that Bucky was about to demolish the whole house, Brock covered his head with a headache.

"Those things happened more than ten years ago, what are you digging into old accounts now?"

Just when the two were arguing endlessly over trivial matters, Bucky was called away by a phone call—Red Skull escaped from S.H.I.E.L.D. again.

Before leaving, Uncle Bullock sat with his legs crossed on the sofa with a big hole in it, and took out another crumpled cigarette from his pocket.

"Don't forget to buy a new door and a new sofa when you come back."

Bucky came back like a whirlwind, snatched Brock's cigarettes and stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, and said fiercely, "No smoking from now on!"

Brock smacked the fruit candy in his mouth, and agreed perfunctorily.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I may not be able to come back tonight, I hid the birthday present in Natasha's closet, you go and get it yourself."

That night, it was already late when Bucky returned home after finishing his work outside. The door of the house had already been repaired by Bullock. Smelling the smell of brand-new lubricating oil from the screws on the door, Bucky first touched the door with a smirk. Then he thought of something, and his face fell down.

He didn't fucking have a key.

Back then, Bucky, who had never lost his skills, climbed up the window to the second floor of this small villa in the suburbs, and quietly sneaked into their bedroom.

The quilt covered in summer is very thin, and Bullock is very afraid of heat, and he is keen to turn on the air conditioner to [-] degrees in summer before sleeping under the quilt.Seeing the light shining through the thin quilt, Bucky threw off the quilt and condemned, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Bullock flicked his phone carelessly, without squinting.

Bucky leaned over his head curiously and glanced at it.

Brock pushed him away impatiently, as if trying to repel a mosquito: "Go, go, children don't understand, don't look around."

Although Brock snapped it away in time, Bucky's excellent eyesight still saw a paragraph on the phone screen.

[The Winter Soldier has a pair of steel arms that can easily crush the throats of others, and at this moment they hang weakly on Steve's strong waist.With the collision again and again, his beautiful gray-green eyes gradually filled with physiological tears, looking fragile and fragile. 】

Bucky was dumbfounded.

He grabbed the phone with grief and indignation: "What the hell is this?!"

Bullock looked at him with a half-smile: "My new hobby is to read bedtime stories in fan forums."

"Then why don't you look at Dongsha!"

He finally knew why Bullock looked at him and Steve so strangely these days!

Angry to death, Bucky frowned fiercely, thinking to himself, even if he really had sex with Steve, he would still be the Alpha above!

He doesn't want to be everyone's obedient little deer Bucky!He wants to follow the network cable and tear out the hearts of those bastards who dare to write about cults!

"Don't I get tired of seeing you little bastard every day?" Bullock habitually wanted to touch the cigarette, but before he raised his hand, he was slapped back by Bucky in anger.

"I'm hurt." Bucky opened his clothes, aggrieved, "You don't care about me at all."

Brock raised his eyebrows, pointed to a small scar on his brow, and said proudly: "Just to remind you, you broke three ribs and knocked out one in the years when Hydra was your nanny. One back molar, one brow bone fracture, one calf fracture, these are considered injuries.”

Bucky: "QAQ"

Saying so, he turned over and got out of bed, brought iodine and cotton balls from the cabinet in the living room, and skillfully wiped away the small wound on Bucky's stomach that was less than two centimeters long and had just scratched the skin. poison.

Looking at Brock's slightly sleepy face, Bucky licked his lips and asked, "You didn't sleep until I got home. You usually have good work and rest habits."

Brock patted Bucky's upturned butt rudely, and said swearingly: "Hey, little brat knows Daddy's hard work? Use your ass to repay."

With that passage in his head again, Bucky gnashes his teeth and hoists Brock on his shoulders, trying to slam his legal partner onto the bed until he cries and begs him to stop.

But looking at those deep golden brown eyes with a smile, Bucky still didn't give up, gently put the man on the bed, and thoughtfully put a soft pillow under his waist.

Kissing and kissing, Bucky suddenly raised his head out of breath, and said angrily, "You have the smell of cigarettes in your mouth, didn't you promise me not to smoke?"

Brock rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and stroked Bucky's tender face, which used fat to pretend to be collagen, and found a reason: "That's because I smoked too much in the past," he tilted his head, his Adam's apple rolling , "Don't talk nonsense, fuck me."

Bucky finally found his sense of existence as the head of the family. He greedily caressed the tight skin of the Omega under his body and the large and small scars on it, with a valiant flame burning in his heart.

Brock proudly watched Bucky indulge in sugar-coated cannonballs—it seemed that the fact that he smoked secretly was covered up.

When everything was over, there was already a twilight in the sky, and Bucky rested his head on Omega's chest contentedly, and fell asleep deeply.

Bucky doesn't know how long loving someone can last.

He knew that Bullock had never been a good omega in the traditional sense, and he knew there was even a trending topic on Twitter called "Did Winter Fork break up today", but what did it matter?

He is the Brock Rumlow who loves the bastard, the Brock Rumlow who seems to be arrogant and unreasonable but indulges him unreasonably.