Well, I hadn't planned on writing this for a while, but I couldn't help myself. When you're sad, the angst just kind of comes out, and then of course it ends with fluffy happiness. But, this is just a teaser for now. I probably won't be updating this one often, until I finish Anna, or at least get close to finishing it. I might post something occasionally, but I just needed to get this up. I needed to write something, and this is what happened. I might change it later when I'm not wallowing in misery, but for now this is what you get. Let me know what you think.

It's basically going to be a stand alone, as far as the MCU plot goes. I'll be making up a lot, and I may pull some inspiration from the comics, who knows. I'm just gonna go with what comes to me on this one. And don't expect everything to be all sunshine and rainbows. You know me well enough by now to know I'm not capable of just sunshine and rainbows. I'm still going to be evil, but a different kind of evil from the first one.

And, for those of you who know, I did get the results of my MRI, and it was clear! Completely normal! That is such a relief, you don't even know. So, really, this could kind of be a little celebration for that!

Anyways, I hope you like this one as much as the last, and, as always, I don't own anything you recognize. Yada, yada, yada. Okay. I'll shut up now. Enjoy!

There was screaming around her. It took her a moment to realize it was her screaming. She felt like she was being torn in half, ripped to shreds from the inside out, like something was trying to claw its way out of her. She screamed again, her body on fire, her throat constricting. Someone was telling her to breathe, someone else push. It was all so confusing, so painful. There were hands on her, things being shoved inside her, but all she could feel was pain.

The hands left her, a mask being placed over her face, and suddenly she was moving. Air was pushed into her nose as she inhaled, the smell of rubbing alcohol filling her system and she saw a face above her, but everything was growing dark, the world fading out around her, the pain finally disappearing.

She woke up in a white room, sunlight coming in through the window. She was in a hospital bed, in a hospital gown, tubes up her nose giving her oxygen, as well as an IV in her arm. She blinked the blurriness away, moving her head slightly to look around the room. There were x-rays up on the wall, various instruments around the room. There was a beeping as well, that was sounding in the air. It was steady, regular. She realized it was her heartbeat. She turned her head a little, hearing the sound of scratching. She saw Steve next to her, sketching away on a pad of paper. She tried to speak, but only a cough left her. Steve snapped to attention, abandoning the paper in the chair he was seated in as he grabbed a cup of water, offering the straw to her.

She drank down half the cup, before Steve pulled it away. He pressed the button on the remote next to her hand, alerting one of the staff that she was awake. He stared down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. The door opened, one of the Wakandan doctors entering the room.

"Ah, miss Olivia, it is good to see you are awake." He said, approaching the bed. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. "Don't strain yourself. I have good news, you delivered a healthy baby girl yesterday afternoon. She is 6lbs 5oz. Very happy and healthy. We had to do a C-section after she decided to come early. You lost a lot of blood, but we have managed to stabilize you for now. You may feel a little pain, but that is normal."

"Where is she?" Olivia whispered, looking between Steve and the doctor.

"She is with her daddy in the nursery."

"I'll go get him." Steve said, leaving the room.

Steve walked down the hall to the nursery, smiling a little at the sight of Bucky in the corner in a rocking chair, a little pink bundle in his arms. His new arm glinted a little in the sunlight streaming in through the window. It was lighter than the first, and more manageable. It didn't hurt him like the first one did. It was easier to care for, completely waterproof and bulletproof, though Steve doubted he'd be getting shot at any time soon.

"Hey." He said, approaching his best friend. "She's awake."

Bucky's face lit up, standing carefully with his daughter in his arms. "Can you take her for a moment? I have to use the john."

Steve took his god-daughter from Bucky's arms, standing in the middle of the nursery, staring down at her. She was beautiful, a little tuft of light brown hair on her head, and he could already tell she looked like Bucky. Her tiny mouth opened in a yawn, her eyes fluttering for a moment, before she settled back to sleep. Bucky came back, a smile on his face as he watched his best friend with his daughter.

"She really is somethin', isn't she?"

"She's beautiful." Steve said, smiling up at Bucky. "I'm so happy for you two. You deserve this happiness after everything." Steve said, passing the baby girl back to her father. "Come on. I know Momma's anxious to meet her baby girl."

Bucky took off towards her hospital room, Steve following. Steve opened the door for him, letting him walk in first. Olivia's face lit up, a soft smile coming to her lips as Bucky approached the bed.

"Hey, doll." Bucky said softly, sitting down in the chair beside her.

"That's her?" Olivia asked, tears coming to her eyes.

"Yeah." Bucky said, blinking back his own tears as he passed his daughter to her mother.

Olivia held her baby girl, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at the precious bundle she'd carried for six months. She'd been in and out of the care of a doctor for a majority of that, weak and lethargic from the rate her daughter had grown at, thanks to the serum Bucky had been given. The doctors weren't sure if she'd make it through the delivery, but yet, here she was. Holding her little girl in her arms.

She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, Bucky running his flesh hand through her hair. "She looks just like you, James."

"You think?" Bucky asked, the smile never leaving his face.

"Yeah." Olivia laughed. "Our little Sarah Rebekah Barnes."