It Was Supposed To Be Endgame (Part 1: Reunion)
(Bucky x Daughter!Reader, Steve x Child!Reader, Avengers x Child!Reader)
Author’s Notes: Just a heads up, this is part 3 of 1 of the ‘Paint It Black’ Series. Please read 'Over The Edge and A Civi, War’ that’s on my masterlist. This chapters a little more heart warming than what's about to happen next (*Evil Laugh*).
There's a reason I split this into two parts, and that was because I wanted to separate the fluff and the angst (And I guess to torture you guys a bit). So sorry if this seems short :(
Also, since this an AU, I combined the dialogue from Black Panther's post credit scene and the Bucky recruitment scene from Infinity War. Just because I thought it went well together :)
Summary: It's been two years on the run, and (Y/N) Barnes has finally been reunited with her father. But how long will that last?
Warning: Implied references to night terrors and minor angst. Read at your own risk
(Also, all gifs are NOT mine)
Bucky woke up once again in the middle of the night from your crying. He sighs tiredly, throwing the covers off his body, and staggers towards your crib. Your face was red, eyes full of tears as you squired out of the lilac blanket he wrapped around you. As carefully as he could, he picked you and held you close to his chest.
He shushes you softly and quietly, bouncing you a little. He muttered soothing words as he walked around the room. It was just you and your father inside the whole house, the rest of the family was away, and Steve unfortunately was out sick as well; And no matter how many times Bucky tries to get Steve just to stay over so he could keep an eye on the both of you guys, the blond kept on insisting that he didn’t want to get you sick. So Bucky, after many bickering fights of going back and forth, eventually lets it go.
He sighs again just as your cries calmed down. “Okay…” He breathes, looking down at you. He watches you stare back at him with your curious eyes, cooing quietly at him. He couldn’t help but smile a little.
“Okay, (Y/N). How about you sleep with your dad tonight?” He says, kissing the top of your hair.
He gently laid you down in the middle of the bed, before doing the same, even shifting his body to look at you better. He watches with a fond look as you try to wiggle around on your back to look at you too.
He snorts tiredly. “Do you have ants in your pants, or something?” He asks, reaching out to steady you. Your small hands quickly latch on, before you start gnawing on one of his fingers. His eyes widened in surprise, feeling small bumps in your gums that he hadn't noticed before. “Oh, now I see. No wonder you're so fussy. I’ll have to get you something to teethe on other than my hand.”
You made another cooing sound again, almost like you were responding to him, which made him feel bittersweet about this moment. He suddenly felt that cold and lonely feeling like the day your mother left. It was a horrible, stinging feeling deep in his chest.
Bucky only wishes he could give you a normal family. One where he didn’t have to give you over to his mother so he could work down at the factory long days for extra cash, or one where he didn’t have to rely on Steve when something came up. He hated how he had to rely on everyone for help. Hated how sometimes watching you sleep was the only ‘quality’ time he could have with you. All he wanted was to live a normal life with you. Was that too much to ask?
“And I wouldn’t have to worry about my numbers coming in.” He whispers, stroking your cheek slowly, trying to lull you back to sleep. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry you don’t have a mother. I’m sorry that I’m not around that much. I just want us to have a stable future. Maybe we’ll be able to be on our own one day, won’t that be nice?”
He watches your (Y/E/C) eyes start to drift close, body relaxing under your father’s touch. He shakes his head at himself. “What am I saying? I just need to enjoy my time with you before you're suddenly an adult. At least that’s what my mom keeps saying. Hmm?”
With another soft touch to your cheek, you eventually fell back asleep, leaving Bucky to kiss your forehead one more time. He stays close, and protectively, as he tries to let himself get some rest before the early morning sun.
“Goodnight, baby doll.”
He was awoken by three small children staring back at him, and the moment he started to stir and push himself up with his one good arm, they ran off in a fit of laughter. Bucky lets a small smile play on his face as he stands up to stretch. These last two years have gone by fast, and it was all worth it to have his mind fully free. He couldn’t wait to see you again. He wouldn’t have to worry about being triggered and hurting you like he had so many people.
He makes a move to step out of his small hut, taking in the fresh air and warm sun. It was so…
But he was surprised when he found the King’s sister standing a few feet away. She hasn’t visited him in a while, so he wonders what the occasion is. He walks over, and she greets him with a kind smile.
“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes.” Shuri said. His title gives him a little more hope than the one HYDRA gave him, but still, he felt like he didn’t deserve to be called that since it’s been so long since the 40s.
“Bucky.” He corrected her, politely.
She nods in understanding. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” Which was the wholehearted truth. However, he could tell something was off, but didn’t want to jump into any conclusions just yet. “Thank you.”
She smiles, and touches his shoulder. “Come.” Shuri says, walking away. “Much more for you to learn.”
There was suddenly a sinking feeling in his gut, and tries to wash it away as he took one last look at the golden sun. She guided him to a more secluded area, away from the rest of the civilians who lived near him, that should have been a dead giveaway for him; He should have known right away that something was wrong when he saw the Dora Milaje coming towards him, or that the literal King of Wakanda was standing right before him.
For once, instead of having a never ending smile bestowed on his face, Bucky actually finds himself frowning again. He didn’t even question anything as T’Challa stayed silent as one of his people placed a case on a log, opening it to something he wasn’t quite ready for.
He bites the inside of his cheek, keeping himself together. He knew he had the freedom to say ‘no’, but there was still a part of insecurity that was taking over yet again. He didn’t even dare look T’Challa in the eyes, he didn’t want to see the desperation he could sense on his face.
“Where’s the fight?” He asks, and couldn’t hide the slightest tremble at the end.
“It’s on its way.” T’Challa replies, sadly. “And so is Steve Rogers and his group, along with your daughter.” He actually got Bucky to look up at him at the mention of you, and felt pity. “I know this is not the reunion you expected, but this is all I can give you right now. This… enemy, is something I never expected before. Are you in, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky swallows, hoping his day to come fight again wouldn't come so soon. But a promise to see everyone again, to see you again, was enough to put his fears behind.
You nervously tapped your foot against the floor of the Quinjet, you were anxious of what could be happening down below. You saw a lot of things over the years, but fighting aliens from another world took the cake for you. Or you could say Steve was fighting aliens. You were stuck behind in the jet for safety, which you guess you could understand. He was technically your guardian for the time being, but still. You are an assassin for crying out loud! You could hold your own. You had the super strength, speed, and reflexes. Sure you’re still trying to figure out how to willingly walk through walls, but you’ve been practicing!
You sighed, throwing your head back so it rested against the wall.
Maybe when dad’s better we can practice together. You wondered, maybe you could two-V-one with Uncle Steve or even Sam. Now that’ll be fun.
Right on cue, the rebels (a nickname you came up with after Steve and Natasha broke everyone out of the raft), came strolling back in with the last two people. One of them you haven’t seen in a few years.
“Alright, Sam. Let’s get this thing in the air.” Steve announces. “We gotta get Vision as far away as possible from these people.”
“Roger that, Cap.” Sam said, closing the bay door and starting the flying process.
“Why do they need Vision?” You asked, confusedly. When you got the distress call from the witch, you were all confused on why the Black Order was going after the android and not anybody else.
“The stone on his forehead. These people need to give it to their boss.” Natasha replies, taking a seat.
“But why? What’s so important about the stone?”
“We don’t know. Hopefully we won’t find out.”
“And we won’t. I won’t let them take it.” Wanda said, determination in her veins as she sets Vision in his seat. Her face soon softens upon seeing you. “(Y/N), you’ve gotten so big!”
“Hi, Wanda.” You said, smiling as she cups your cheek. The gestures kind of reminded you of your Aunts. “Long time no see.”
“It has been. How old are you now?”
“Wow. Your father would be so happy when he sees you again.” She smiles too and looks over her shoulder to her lover. “Hey, Vis. This is Bucky’s kid I was telling you about.”
Vision gives you a fond look, and a small wave. “Hello.”
“Hi.” You reply, before facing Steve. “So what’s next, Uncle?”
You could see the wheels turning in his head. You knew he meant all business right now which meant this whole thing was super serious. You just hope this had a better ending than the Avengers’ civil war two years back.
“Home.” He says, which meant the only place you could think of. “We’re going to need all the help we can get. I can already tell this is going to be something big.”
The Avengers HQ is something you’ve heard stories about from the team, but never actually been to. Ever since Zemo dragged you into their civil war, you were immediately deemed as a traitor. Your father was left in Wakanda to help clear his mind, which left you in the care of his best friend. From there you met all the people you could trust.
Natasha was nice. She was very motherly towards you, and extremely patient. At the beginning she helped you fall back to sleep when nightmares plagued you with a sweet Russian lullaby, or she taught you little things about the modern world that’ll stay intact forever.
Then there was Sam Wilson, who was a very boisterous, but kind man. His stories and jokes got you to laugh, which was something that took a while for you to get back because of HYDRA.
And before they went their separate ways, you briefly met Scott Lang, Clint Barton, and Wanda Maximoff. Scott managed to home with only a house arrest, and even Clint got off with just going home to the family, all while Wanda went off to search for Vision.
So after those two were out of the picture, it was two long years of just you, Steve, Nat, and Sam. It was one shitty motel after another, but you somehow managed to stay hidden for a long time. And now, the only reason you are heading out of the shadows was apparently to stop a global threat. Which you still couldn’t wrap your head around. Aliens? Flying ships? Stones that held extraordinary powers? It was all too surreal (Your head almost exploded when they told you about an actual god on the Avengers).
Now you were standing side-by-side with the small squad, walking towards a man you were told was named James Rhodes, or Rhodey, aka War Machine. Apparently he was becoming your ally. All of you had stopped walking when Rhodey and -that jerk of a hologram- Ross faced you.
You watched as Steve gave the man a small glare. “Mr. Secretary.” He said, and you sensed the anger underneath it.
Ross looked dumbfounded as he marched over towards you and the group. “You got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”
“You could use some of that, right now.” Natasha quips, hiding her anger as well.
Ross almost scoffed at that, before his eyes landed on you. “Who the hell’s the kid?”
You stiffen a little, and opened your mouth to speak.
“She’s none of your concern.” Steve cuts in, holding his arm out in front of you. Ross already tried to take away your father, he wasn’t going to let him do that to you.
The secretary stayed quiet at that, before continuing on with the matter at hand. “The world’s on fire, and you think that all’s forgiven?”
“I’m not looking for forgiveness.” Steve replies, keeping his steady look. “And I’m way past asking for permission. Earth just lost your best defender. So we’re here to fight, and if you want to stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.”
Oh damn… You thought, holding back a laugh upon seeing Ross’ face. You forgot how stern and scary your Uncle can be sometimes, and the secretary was not going to have that.
You mentally scoffed. Good luck, dude.
Ross opens and closes his mouth before turning around to face Rhodey, you could see the smoke practically coming out of his ears. “Arrest them.” He said, calmly.
Rhodes nods. “All over it…” He swipes Ross away, completely fed up. “That’s a court-martial.” He seemed a little sad, but it vanished upon seeing an old face again. “It’s great to see you, Cap.”
Steve smiles, shaking his hand. “You too, buddy.”
Natasha steps forward and gives him a long overdue hug.
Rhodey looks around, happy as can be. “Wow.” He begins, taking in their appearances. “You guys… really look like crap. Must have been a rough couple of years.”
“Yeah, well the hotels weren’t exactly five stars.” Sam replies, smiling back.
“Especially that last one.” You add, remembering the literal holes in the walls, which made Sam chuckle.
Rhodey looks at you, puzzled. “Uh… do one of you have a kid I don’t know about?”
“She’s-” Steve begins, knowing your existence was going to be a long story, but before he could go on, a familiar voice broke through.
“I think you look great.” Bruce said, entering the room from the other side. Everyone around you seemed surprised by his entrance, which made him nervously laugh. “Yeah… I’m back.”
“Who’s he?” You whisper to Sam.
“Oh, well I never personally met him, but that's Dr. Banner. He turns into the big green guy.” Sam whispers back.
“Oh!” Your eyes light up. So this was another OG Avenger. How exciting.
Bruce seemed to have the same question Rhodey had, and gestures to you. “Who’s the kid?”
“I’m (Y/N) Barnes.” You reply, decided to speak for yourself on this one. The quicker you get acquainted, the faster you can stop whatever is coming.
“Barnes? Like… Steve’s friend?”
“It’s a long story. Which we’ll have to explain some other time. Right now we need to head somewhere safer and prepare for battle.” Steve said, already divicing a plan. “I already contacted King T’Challa of Wakanda. He’s going to help us out.”
You perked up at that, spinning on your heels so you're facing him fully. “Wait, we’re going to get my Wakanda?”
“We are.” Steve replies, earning a huge grin from you. He could help but feel the same way as well. “He already informed me he’s getting your father.”
Now this wasn’t exactly how you thought your reunion would go, but seeing you dad after all this time was something you desperately needed. And knowing that it was probably free from HYDRA’s controls by now made this reunion even better.
“Hey, look at that, Firecracker. You can finally see your dad.” Sam said, which you playfully stuck your tongue at him from the nickname.
“Wait…. Tony’s in space, Wizards real, Barnes has a kid and he’s in Wakanda?” Bruce said, rubbing his temples. “Okay, you guys are going to have to explain what’s been happening while I’ve been gone.”
His confusion made everyone laugh, as Steve replies that he’ll explain everything as long as he tells them where he’s been for the past two years.
You were met with broad daylight when the bay door opened, you stayed close to Steve and Natasha like you always did, and followed them to meet T’Challa and the Dora Milaje.
“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.” Steve said, shaking the King’s hand.
In the corner of your eye you saw Bruce bow, making Rhodey smirk. You quickly realize that the ex-military man was a jokester.
“Uh, we don’t do that here.” T’Challa said, making you stifle a laugh at the look of disbelief and betrayal on the Doctor’s face. “So how big of an assault do we expect?”
“Uh, sir, sir!” Bruce said, as they all started walking for the main building. “You should expect quite a big assault.”
“How are we looking?” Natasha asked.
“You have my King’s guards, the Buddha tribe, and the Dora Milaje.” T’Challa said, before pointing to someone in the distance. “And-”
“A semi-stable one hundred year old man.” Your father said, strolling over with a smile you haven't seen since your time in the 40s.
Steve copied his expression, giving him a big hug and a pat on the back. “How have you been, Buck?”
“Uh… not bad for the end of the world.” He jokes, his happy face never faltering. Which was a good sign for you. You chuckled and started running towards him with your arms out.
“Dad!” You shout, watching Steve step out of the way for you.
“(Y/N)!” Bucky said, bending over a little to envelope you completely.
He takes you all in as a new sense of joy that he could not express enough. He takes your face in his hands, not scared of using his left anymore as he brushes some loose strands out of your face. You look so much bigger than the last time he saw you, a little mature in your ten year old face.
“How are you?” He asks, as you touch his hands to keep them in place.
“I’m good. I had fun with Uncle Steve and his friends.” You reply, honestly.
“I bet you did.”
T’Challa clears his throat to get your attention. “Not to break this tender moment up, but we have to get moving. You guys can talk more inside.”
“Right. Of course.” Bucky said, holding you close as you all went inside.
Bucky kept his arm slinged around your shoulder as you two stepped off to the side for some privacy, one where you could overlook the city. You guys still have some time before actions must be taken.
You took this moment to take in his appearance. He looked so much livelier and healthier, and was sporting a new arm that no longer had the sins of the Winter Soldier written upon it. He didn’t even mind touching you with it, so that was automatically a good sign for you. He was even smiling and laughing like you haven't heard in such a long time. It felt good to know that he was going to be okay in the long run.
“Hey, Dad?” You said, curiously.
“Yeah?” He said, his eyes flickering from the scenery to you.
“Are they all gone?” You needed to be sure. You couldn’t imagine another year without him.
The hum he gave you as he pulled you closer was another good sign. “Yeah they are. I’m free, doll. What about you? How are you feeling?”
You give a warm look, comforting his fears of HYDRA’s control on you. “They don’t work. T’Challa suggested we wait a year to try them out, thinking that maybe they’ll just go away because I’m a kid, and he was right. I’m free as well.”
His chest felt warm, and kissed the top of your head. “That’s wonderful to hear. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, dad. I’m happy for you too.” You reply, but your smile falters a little. “Although… I still have a lot of night terrors…”
He frowns too. “Well… unfortunately that's understandable. I do too.”
He strokes your hair softly, you almost felt like you could fall asleep right then and there. The warming and loving touch of your father (and no offense to) was nothing compared to Steve or the others. Although you greatly appreciate all they’ve done for you, you would choose to cuddle up next to your dad any day of the week.
You nodded into his touch, a cloud of sadness floating around the both of you. HYDRA’s done so much to you both, and even though their controls on you are gone, their impact has left a lot of damage behind. Damage that was going to take time to fix.
Which is what your dad promised you next.
“(Y/N).” He begins, his voice soft and gentle, just like he always is around you. “I don’t know how long, but we’re going to get through this. Whenever this whole… alien invasion is done, you and me are going to settle down a pick off right where left off.”
He gives you a bittersweet smile, and you could see his eyes glazing over just like yours. Now this was the dad you knew before HYDRA.
Bucky continues, “I’m not perfect, (Y/N). I wasn’t perfect back then, and I’m even more imperfect now, but god knows that’s not to stop me from doing my best to help my daughter. When you need me, I’m going to be there for you, I promise. Seventy years is where I put my foot down from being away from you.”
His words broke you, as you let out a small sob and a few tears before you threw yourself at him. You buried your face into his chest, his arms latching on around you just like yours.
You suddenly felt so small again.
You suddenly felt like your age, and not the older and mature facade you had to put on in order to survive.
You could finally be you just like you meant to be, and not a weapon for killing.
You sobbed again, squeezing him closer. “I-I’m not perfect either, d-dad. I want y-you to know that you’re n-not alone. I’m going to help you too. W-We’re going to get thr-through this… to-together.”
You felt droplets fall on top of you head, and your sensitive ears could pick up that he was crying quietly himself.
“I hold you to it, baby girl.” He said, placing another kiss on your head.
“I love you, dad.”
“And I love you too, (Y/N). Now-” He pulls back, wiping his cheeks clean as well as you own, and even leaned into his touch again. Determination flashed in his blue eyes as he said, “Now let’s go win this thing so we go home.”
And that’s what you planned on doing.
You and the others start devising a plan to protect Vision and fight against the Black Order and Thanos. You and your friends were determined to win this. You were determine not to let them get the mind stone cause who the fuck knows what’s going to happen if they do.
It didn’t take long after the strategy meeting was coming to an end that pieces of a ship started crashing into Wakanda’s shield. They exploded on contact, rocking the city to its core, but the team was not going to let that scare them just yet. They were the Avengers for crying out loud. It was time for them to do their job.
“God, I love this place.” Your dad said as the two of you looked out the window.
Maybe we should settle down here. You almost suggested, because you have to admit, it was a cool thing to see. But it wasn’t going to last forever, and you feared that may be soon.
Luckily Steve’s voice broke through your unnerving thoughts.
“We gotta get moving.” He replies, knowing that the clock was ticking fast.
“No, it’s too late. We’ve gotta destroy the stone.” Vision said, weakly as he pushed himself upright on the table.
You could see the panic in Wanda and many others as they tried to get him to lie back down, so much that even Natasha told him, “Vision, get your ass back onto the table.” Which you would have snickered at under better circumstances.
“We will hold them off.” T’Challa announced, ready to leave as he nodded to the Captain for approval.
“Wanda, as soon as that stone’s out of his head, you blow it to hell.” Steve told her.
“I will.” She said, knowing what she has to do once the process is done.
T’Challa starts to round up everybody while barking up orders. “Evacuate the city, engage all defenses-” He points to your Uncle. “And get this man a shield. And everybody else who needs weapons.”
The world started to move rapidly around you, knowing that this was indeed going to be the biggest fight you've ever been in (And probably everybody else too).
One of the guards opened a weapons case in front of your father, showing off the many gun choices they had to offer. He quickly grabs what he needs, and that’s when you decide to speak.
“I’ll stay here.” You reply, making him pause. He didn’t expect you to say that. He expected you to be stubborn and argue, but not that, so you continued your reason on why, “I’ll stay here to help protect Vision. That’s… probably what you want me to do anyway. You know… off the actual battlefield.”
You knew he would probably want you out of harm's way, so staying here was your best option. Besides, at least you're being useful by providing protection for your friends. He stares back at you emotionless, which kind of scared you, but that all changed in the next moment.
“Here.” He says, giving you a small handgun. You looked at him in surprise, confusion too which he took in check. “I know you can use it, and I know the super strength won’t always be enough, so… just use it when you feel like you need to.”
You examined it along with the magazines for it, before giving your dad a warm smile. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll be careful.”
“I know you will.” He said, returning the expression. He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You watch him and the others leave, and you nearly missed the way your heart sank to your stomach. You just brushed it off as the nervous jitters, but little did you…
That was the last time you were going to speak to him again.
(TBC in ‘PART 2: GOODBYE’)
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