It took a week to set the whole thing up, but by Friday afternoon, Tony was finally ready to set his plan in motion.

With a little bit of whining, he managed to convince Bucky to hang out with him in the den and keep him company while he read over some of the papers Pepper needed him to look at. Everyone else was under strict orders to be elsewhere.

Fortunately for Bucky, Tony had timed it so he would only have to endure for fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang.

"Can you get that?" Tony asked. "Kind of have my hands full at the moment." He gestured to the papers strewn across his lap.

"Alright, alright," Bucky said. He rose from the armchair and padded out into the hallway.

Tony watched as he walked past, appreciating the view. But then he quickly pulled the papers back in front of his face to hide his grin. Oh, he couldn't wait to see the look on Bucky's face.

A moment later, Bucky rushed back into the room, wild-eyed and waving an envelope in one hand. "Honey, you're not going to believe what happened. There was this big fucking bird standing on the porch. Like a heron or a crane or a...or a..." He gestured expansively.

"Stork?" Tony said, hiding his smirk behind a folder.

"Yeah, and it had this letter in its mouth. It dropped it in my hand and then just walked away."

"Huh," Tony said. "Imagine that."

Bucky turned the envelope over in his hands. "It's addressed to both of us."

Tony closed the folder and set it beside him on the couch. "Go ahead and open it."

Bucky tore open the envelope and stared at it for a moment before reading it aloud. "'Dear Mr. Barnes and Mr. Stark, I wish you all the best with your pregnancy and impending birth of your first child. Love, the Stork'." His brow furrowed. "But that doesn't make any sense. Why would we get something like this unless..." He looked uncertain. "Tony, are you actually pregnant?"

Tony grinned.

"Oh my god," Bucky said. "This is...this is amazing." He jumped onto the couch and started frantically kissing every inch of Tony's skin he could get his mouth on. "We're going to be parents. Can you fucking believe that?"

Tony closed his eyes and basked in Bucky's attention. He had spent so long waiting for this moment and it was worth every second.

"And I can't believe you found somebody with a trained stork. I've never heard of anybody making a pregnancy announcement with a live stork. That's something else."

"Well, you know me," Tony murmured. "I'm one of a kind."

Bucky grinned. "That's what I love about you. And I know our baby's going to be just as amazing." He lifted the hem of Tony's shirt to press a kiss to his stomach.

Tony could have happily stayed on the couch for the rest of the afternoon being kissed and cuddled, but Bucky was brimming with energy and kept talking about what wonderful parents they were going to be instead of kissing him. Well, it was only to be expected. Tony remembered how excited he had been when he first found out.

"We have to tell the others," Bucky said. "They're going to be so happy for us."

"Jarvis, call the team into the den," Tony said. He didn't have the heart to tell him that everybody else already knew.

The team dutifully filed into the den.

"Something you want to tell us?" Steve asked, his expression cautiously optimistic.

"Yep," Bucky said. He took a deep breath and then blurted out, "I'm going to be a dad!"

Everybody burst into cheers.

"About fucking time, man," Clint said.

"We've only been mated a year," Bucky said indignantly. "It hasn't been that long."

Tony exchanged a long-suffering glance with Steve. One of these days he was going to have to sit Bucky down for a nice, long talk about whether or not he had some kind of head trauma from his last mission that would excuse his incredible obliviousness. But right now, he was just going to be grateful that Bucky was here with him, able to share in the joy of their baby.