06-18-2016, 11:25 AM
Steve looks at him as he continues to run his fingers through Bucky's hair. He had to idea how to really respond. Throughout the day, or night, he isn't really sure anymore, he sits there on the concrete floor, Bucky's head laying in his lap as the contractions wrack his body. It had been hours since he had been brought in, hours since Bucky's labor had started, or rather been forcefully started, and they most likely still had hours to go.