06-18-2016, 04:37 PM
Bucky leaned forward to rest his head against Steve's shoulder, breathing as if he'd just run a hundred mile marathon. He went on pushing; he didn't scream or yell much, only when there was a particular contraction that really wracked his body. His shirt had rolled up over his large swell, beads of sweat snaking down his contracting belly. He didn't know how long had passed - another half hour, maybe another hour total - before he turned away from Steve and called out. "Are you guys going to help at all?!" he cried, knowing that from where they were watching Hydra would be able to hear.
It wasn't but a minute later that a voice came on overhead. "It's only been five hours... We'll intervene at the seven hour mark if there has not been any progress."
It wasn't but a minute later that a voice came on overhead. "It's only been five hours... We'll intervene at the seven hour mark if there has not been any progress."