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Just A Really Big Mistake (1/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU

Pairings: Detective!Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (June is not an OC), Hotel Owner!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: What happens when you accidentally fall pregnant with your boss’s baby, but you’re a virgin?

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, accidental insemination, mention of smut.

A/N: You can thank @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat for the brilliant idea. I hope this is at least something you hoped for! This was also eight pages long and not even half of the first episode.

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Ever since you were a young girl, Pepper had taught you about keeping your purity and innocence. You had been the product of a unplanned pregnancy after your mother and father had sex. Now your father wasn’t around anymore and Aunt May felt horrible and took you in as her own. She told June that you dad was a military man. A military man who obviously couldn’t be around to be a dad. But alas, every year a man in a uniform would come to the house and speak with Pepper and May. A dark skinned military man who you painted to be your father in your head. You knew him as the name on his uniform , Col. J, Rhodes. You always watched from the window as he spoke with Pepper and May, never speaking or interacting, always just watching him walk to the house and walk away again. You grew up thinking that he never wanted to see or speak to you, that he regretted having you as a daughter.

Pepper had drilled it into you mind since you got your period. Keep yourself pure, do not damage that sweet white flower that you was blessed with. Sweetly, meaning don’t do the bullshit that your father did if he can’t handle being a father.

“Look at the flower, June.” Pepper stood in front of 11 year old you, who looked up at her with a small flower in your tiny palm.

“Pep, is this necessary?” May asked from where she sat on the bed, watching them.

“Shush, how else is she going to learn?” Pepper dismisses May, who rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, shush May.” You glared at the woman before looking up at Pepper.

“See the flower, so pretty and un-withered?” Pepper asked.

You looked down at the flower in you hand. You notices it’s small delicacy and pure white petals.

“Now scrunch it up in your fist.” Pepper told you.

You looked up at Pepper shocked. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion by Pepper only raised her brow and nodded.

You glanced at May with concern before looking back down at the flower, scrunching it in your hand with all your might. You squeezed its petals in your hand before releasing it, the flower falling back into place, all bunched up and brown at the tips.

“You see it crumple? Does it still look new?” Pepper asked the girl.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity.

If you’re not careful, you will crumple and be like that flower.”

That idea scared you to death. You couldn’t imagine falling pregnant and not being able to look after the baby. You could barely look after yourself. The image of the white flower of purity crumpling brown flooded your mind every time you made out with someone. And now, was no different.

Steve hovered above you on your bed. Lips connected and his legs between yours. Your lips moved in sync as Steve’s hands ran up and down your waist, feeling over your clothed skin and practically begging for more. You hum in his mouth at his touch and Steve moves his kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his lips against your skin.

“We should...” You trail off at his movements.

“I know.” He mumbles against your skin.

You moaned as he pushing his hips against yours. You feel your body run hot against his. You open your eyes to see the white ceiling of your bedroom. The paint of your roof reminding you of those white petals. The brown withering petals crept into your mind.

“Okay!” You yell out, your body going stiff and your hands push Steve away from you. “We should stop.”

Steve stops all movement and sits back against his thighs, breathing heavily.

You pull yourself up to sit, also breathing heavily.

You both looked at each other, clothing rumpled and hair askew.

You took a deep breath and gave Steve a smile. “Phew.”

Steve chuckles at your discombobulated self.

“No matter how frustrated I get, I can never be mad at you.” Steve said softly, buttoning up his shirt again.

“And that’s why I love you.” You leaned forward to press another quick kiss on his lips.

Steve always understood that you didn’t want to have sex until you were married. He knew your fear of unwanted pregnancy, even though he called it over the top, he understood and waited.

You walked him to the front door to give him a proper goodbye. You sweetly kiss just outside your door, cupping his cheeks.

You pull back and give him a smile. “Don’t forget this.” You lifted his detective badge in your hand.

He smiles back as his hand closes around the badge to take it.

“Thanks for stopping by.” You gave him another kiss.

“No problem.” He pecked your lips again. “I will see you tomorrow at dinner?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

You let him go as he walked to his car and waved as he drove away.

That man had caught your heart the minute you saw him at her front door. Even if it was to report to a noise complaint on your birthday.

You smiled to yourself and skipped your way back into the house where May was seated on the couch. The theme music of the show she put on could be heard from outside.

“Jeez, you couldn’t turn that down?” You asked as you leapt over the back of the couch to sit next to her.

“Nope, just shush and eat your grilled cheese.” She handed you a plate with two grilled cheeses on it. Peter emerged from his room and sat on the other side of you, taking a slice of your grilled cheese.

You all watched as the screen faded into light, showing the main character played by the famous TV star, Tony Stark. May always watched his shows.

“Do we have to watch this?” Peter complained.

“Yes we do.” You and May said at the same time.

“She’s got me hooked on this stuff. You’ll like it.” You told Peter, but instead of agreeing, he groaned and got back up to trudge to his room. You shrugged and got comfortable next to May to watch the horrible but addictive romance show.

Only 8.2 miles away from where you lived, and 2 hours later, James Buchanan Barnes stood on the balcony of his hotel overlooking all of the open pool area as it got ready to open. He was very stressed about owning this one and began to doubt himself as he took in the setting.

“Buck, babe?” His wife’s voice rang from behind him.

He cringed on the inside before turning around to face her.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asked him.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just...thinking.” He gave her a tight lipped smile.

He fiddled with his hands as she stepped forward.

“You’re worrying about the hotel.” She said, knowingly.

Bucky sighed to himself. No matter how trapped he felt, they still had a connection that he had found with no one else. And in a way, he owed her.

“You know, you worry too much about what other people think of your accomplishments. You think you do too little so you try to overdo it.” Nat said on a soft voice as she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him with her green eyes. Her velvet red hair blew in the wind and Bucky thinks about how he first fell in love with her. It only happened twice.

Bucky’s chest rumbles as he chuckles at her words.

“You just need to relax.” Her voice changes from soft to seductive and her fingers trail over his belt and unbuttons his pants. Bucky watches her as she slowly sinks to her knees, taking the belt and his pants with her.

Bucky leans back against the railing as he feels her hands pull him out of his restraints and slowly rubs him til he hardens and take him in her mouth. He leans back and looks at the sky, just letting himself think of anyone but her, wrapping her lips around his member.

Downstairs in the women’s changing and storage rooms, you were getting ready to meet the new manager of staff. But your friend Wanda was hell-bent on pursuing a conversation you were uncomfortable with.

“I’m telling you, he’s gonna propose.” Wanda pointed out from the locker next to you.

“No he’s not.” You told her once again. “He knows my timeline and I haven’t even gotten my teachers degree yet-“

“You guys have been dating for two years!” She cut you off. “And you still haven’t boned. He doesn’t give a shit about the timeline anymore.”

You went to say something say something back to her when the door opened and a man with a big grin walks in.

“Ladies! Everybody decent?” He asks with a big smirk, disregarding the fact he’s already in the change rooms.

“Who are you?” Wanda asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m Sam Wilson, part of the new management team of this hotel and, well, I guess your new boss.” He said, smiling widely at his words.

You frown at his enthusiastic behaviour at those words. In his hand is a bunch of red straws he holds out to everyone.

“Pick a straw please? Anyone one is good and it doesn’t matter what straw as long as you are spectacular at your job.” You walked around to all the girls who took a straw from him. “It benefits us all which should be good because we all have the same goal. And that goal is...” he offers one to you with a wink. “To make bank.” He stepped back and observes everyone. “Alright, lets see those straws.”

Everyone lifts up their straws, and without failure, yours is the shortest.

Sam walks back up to you with his same grin. “What’s your name?”

“June.” You say quietly.

“But everyone calls her Jaz.” Wanda butts in.

You glare at her as Sam smirks at you. “Well, Jaz. You’re gonna be a great tail.”

You frown at his words.

You soon find out what he means as you lay, gracefully over a plastic clamshell in the hotel pool with a mermaid tail attached to your lower body. Everyone comes up to you, offering their empty glasses and you fill them up.

“This is bullshit.” You murmur but a co-worker who is in the pool next to you frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, as if he is also wearing the tail.

You slowly turn your head to glare at him and he shuts his mouth, stating quiet.

You go back to staring into space, hating the position you were in. You certainly did draw the short straw.

Bucky sits on one of He circular couches next to Becca.

“Buck, if you’re not happy, end it.” She says simply.

“But she stood by me.” He says, running his hands over his face.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you owe her your whole life.” Becca says a-matter-of-factly. “You changed, of course you did. The whole cancer thing is going to change you and now she’s dangling it over your head. If it’s this toxic then just leave. It’s not going to make you our father if you do.”

Bucky sighs because he knows she’s right. He lets Natasha hold the cancer situation over his head and now he’s stuck.

“I know. Thank you.” He turns his head and looks at his sister. “Now go home to your wife.”

Becca smiles at him. “I will.” She stands up with him. “Try to enjoy your party.”

“I will.” They hugged before she made her way out of the party.

What they both didn’t know was that Natasha sat behind them on the other side of the circular lounge, her head against the back as she listened to their conversation. She knew their marriage was stale but she knew she couldn’t leave yet. If she was going to be divorced she was going to be walking out of that courtroom with 10 million to her name. Thank god for prenuptial agreement.

Bucky walked towards a waitress who held empty champagne glasses on a tray, a few people stopped him to shake his hand and he made his way over to her to take one, then she pointed him over to you, who still sat miserable on the clamshell.

You lifted your head to see his figure walking towards you and a rush of anxiety filled you. Before you could think, you rolled your body off the clam and threw the bottle into the pool.

Bucky frowned and stopped at the splash, watching you kick your way to the other side of the pool. The bizarre action made him turn back to the waitress who also frowned and led him to where a fresh bottle was sitting on ice.

You ripped the bottom of your tail open so your feet could poke out before getting out of the pool.

Wanda caught you getting out of the pool and approached you. “Um, what the hell?”

You lifted yourself out of the pool and moved the wet hair from your face.

“Do you remember a guy named James Barnes? He worked at the yacht club, he was like a member?” You asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and put her free hand on her hip. “The jerk You had a major crush on five years ago?” She questioned you.

“I didn’t have a major crush on him.” You said.

Wanda scoffed before continuing to walk, you shuffled alongside her in your mermaid costume.

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Wanda places her tray onto the bar bench for more glasses. “You had a magical kiss-“

“I was young, it meant nothing.” You said fast.

“What meant nothing?” For, another co-worker butted in.

“I need someone to run champagne to the pool ASAP.” The bartender addressed everyone.

You rolled your eyes but took it as an opportunity to get yourself out of the hole you just dug with Wanda and Dot.

“I got it.” You reached out for the bottles. You took them from his hands and quickly shuffled away to the small tent nearby the pool.

You really thought you would never see him again. And yet you wondered how the hell he managed to be staying at the same hotel that you were working at.

You began filling the champagne glasses as your mind ran over the reasons why he would be at the opening party.

People were filling the tent and you felt a presence behind you.

“I’ll hand out glasses.” He suggests. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You give him a small nod before going back to pouring.

Bucky looks down at you, curious to know where he has seen you before.

“You look familiar.” He tries to say in the most polite way he can.

“Really? Not sure.” You shake your head in denial.

“No, I really think we’ve met before.” He pushes.

You stop for a second and pull your lips into a tight smile. “I’m not usually wearing clamshells.” You give him a small laugh and shift on your feet.

Bucky frowns for a second before gasping in realisation. “Oh, the strip club on Birk Street.”

You whip your head around to look at him in horror. “Jerk.” You say in disgust.

Bucky is shocked again at your sudden anger. Okay he was definitely wrong. He went to apologise when he heard Natasha’s voice over the speakers. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I would like to make a toast.”

You both turn to face her and she raises a glass in your direction. “To my husband. For already making this hotel great.”

Everyone clapped but you gaped in shock.

He was the new hotel owner. And you just insulted him.

Natasha came over to Bucky to pull him down into a hard kiss.

As he was distracted, you slipped out of the tent and headed back to the change rooms. You believe it’s time for you to go home.

Becca moves through her front door, quietly closing it behind her, knowing her wife was asleep. She kicked off her heels in the living room before making her way down the hall to her bedroom. But a sound slowed her down, the sound of moaning was coming from her bedroom.

The door was open ajar and light shone through into the hallway. Becca pushed open the door to see her wife’s legs entangled with another woman’s. Dread literally overcame her and her wife’s head popped up from the bed at the squeak of the door.

“Oh god, Becca.”

You finally settled into your bed. May lay next to you, it’s one of those nights again.

Your phone buzzed from your nightstand and you picked it up to see Steve had messaged you. You looked at the time. It’s 4:23am.

You back?

You smiled. Yep, In bed.

Phone sex?

You scoffed and lightly laughed.

May’s sleeping in here tonight.

Soundly?

You softly laugh at him again.

Ew. So...I called the new hotel owner a jerk tonight.

WHAT? Why?

Long story.

Get some sleep. You have to be up in 3 hours. Doctors apt at 9 and a class at 12.

You frowned at how he knew your schedule.

Finally enjoying our conjoined calendar.

You smiled at him. He did still know your timeline.

Love you.

You too.

With that you finally put down your phone and turned the lamp off, drifting to sleep.

It felt like only a minute since you fell asleep that your alarm woke you up.

You groaned and pushed your face off the pillow, getting up to get ready for the day.

Becca tried to console herself in the work bathroom before heading outside. The pain was still very much panging in her chest since she’s woken up. Looking in the mirror, she saw how much of a mess she was.

Hating her life and needing to work was going to break her but she would fight against it.

She rubbed at her eyes and splashed water in her face to try and make herself look better.

She huffed, giving up before exiting the bathroom and heading into the doctors hallway.

A nurse approached her almost immediately. “Dr. Alver, there you are. You are running a little behind.

Hearing the nurse mention the name she had taken in marriage almost broke her again. The stress of today was already weighing on her.

“Yes I know, rough start to the day.”

“Yes, well as you should know you’re filling in for Dr. Peters today. You have an insemination in room seven and a pap in room eight.” The nurse handed Becca over the tools as Becca’s phone rang. Blindly, Becca collected the tools and picked up her phone in the other hand, seeing her wife’s name on the calling screen.

“Doctor, did you hear me?” The nurse asked.

“Yes, I did. An insemination and a pap. Thank you.” Becca said dismissing the nurse and turning away from her to answer the call.

Her wife’s voice flooded her ears.

“Becca, please. I’m so sorry, she didn’t mean anything! I’m a screwed up person, I don’t even car-“ Becca hung up the phone as her voice became too much for her to handle anymore.

Trying to compose herself again, Becca walks straight into room eight.

“Ms Parker, how are you. Are you ready for you’re insemination?” Becca asked, not looking up from your file as she enters the room.

The door closing woke you up from your nap on the examination chair.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.“ Becca apologises as she sees you startled.

“No, that’s fine. Sorry I’m a little tired.” You say, noticing that the doctor is a little flustered. “Yes, I am ready.”

You smile at her.

“Okay good.”

“I thought I had an appointment with Dr Peters?” You asked.

“Oh yes. I’ll be filling in for her while she’s on her...honeymoon.” You noticed her get a bit spacey as she said that. But she was quickly shaken out of it. “I’m Dr Alver.”

“Are you okay?” You asked as she took a seat in front of your spread legs.

“Oh yeah I’m fine. I’m just going through some personal problems.” Becca tried to give you her best smile.

Becca reaches to put on the gloves. “Did you bring anyone with you?” She tried to distract herself.

“Here?” You frown. “No, just me.”

“Oh you’re doing it alone. Good for you.” You could tell she was trying hard not to break down again. “It’s probably easiest that way.” She tried hard but the tears pushed through her eyes again.

“Dr Alver, we can do his another time of you want to?” You asked her, a little concerned.

“No, no I’m okay.” Becca pulls herself together and grabs the insemination tool.

“Are you sure? Because I can come back later if it’s better- Oh okay, you’re already doing it.” You grasps the sides of the bed as you feel the tool enter you.

“No it’s not fair one you. Because you’d have to wait a whole month and it’s just a waste of your time.” Becca smiles at you reassuringly and finishes the insemination.

She slowly pulls the tool out and puts it on the tray. “And you’re all done!”

You look down. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Becca nods taking off her gloves. “You should get your results in two weeks.” She smiles at you before collecting her forms. “You have a good day, Ms Parker.”

“You try to as well, Dr. Alver.” You smile at her as you let your legs down, feeling glad your first pap was over.

Becca walks across from room eight and into room seven.

“Hello, Ms-“ Becca looks up to see Natasha sitting in the examination chair. “I didn’t know that you were coming.”

“I had the nurse unfreeze Bucky’s sperm.” Nat’s words fell onto Becca’s ears as a curse. “That’s why I didn’t tell you, you guys are so close I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

Becca goes through the appointments she has this morning in her head. An insemination and a pap. Here Natasha is, talking about her brothers sperm after she just inseminated you.

Her body feels weak as she puts the horrible reality together in her brain and her heart beats hard and fast out of fear.

“Look, if you don’t do it, someone else will. And I know from the internet that you can’t refreeze the sperm, so...unless you want the sperm to die.” Nat’s threats push more dread through Becca’s body.

She just fucking inseminated the wrong woman. With her brothers sperm

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