Happy Family iv
Summary: The plan had been simple for Steve and Bucky to finally start a family of their own; neither seemed to realize the implications that came with meeting a woman who made them question what they would have wanted from her at the start of their agreement. They desired a child, a bouncing baby with Steve's blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, or Bucky's brown hair and baby blues, but instead received Y/N Stark, a train wreck.
Characters: AU! Established Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes; Stark!Reader x Stucky
Warnings: Profanities. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho]
A/N; Finally able to update this~
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IV. Starting A Family
Of all the things that could happen, the last thing you could have expected your day to go was a kid you only saw in pictures and on the news make her way into your office without knocking and make her way to your lap as you continued answering emails.
Morgan H. Stark.
Your brother’s only daughter, and your niece. At four years old, she was a spitting image of your brother and you could see the ghost of your father in her eyes. It brought back all the memories of regret lingering on your shoulders since his passing.
Even without being a part of her life for the better part of four years, it was a surprise to you that she even knows you, let alone this enthusiastic at your presence. Aside from Monica, kids were never your forte in life. You could be the spoiled Aunt to kids, but when it came to tantrums and messes, you’d prefer to be out of the picture as much as you could.
“So how did Little Miss escape her grumpy father?” You inquired, laptop closed gently as you focused on the child snuggled on your lap. The doe brown eyes were looking at you in wonder, a weird way for a kid to do, especially in the mood you had been all morning thanks to one Steve Rogers and one Bucky Barnes.
“Aunt Nattie was suppose to watch over me.” Morgan responded proudly.
“And how did you get here?” You inquired, lifting her up into your arms. Her small arms were quick to wrap around your neck. “How did you even know I was here?”
“Daddy said Aunt Y/N would be back and I asked Mommy if I can come visit you.” She explained.
Huh, who would have ever thought that Tony Stark still talked about you to his new family. Having always thought you were an afterthought, it was a little heartwarming to know you wouls still be included in his little family.
Even before the intrusive thoughts could manifest in your mind for the moments you had refused to be a part of, you headed out of your office and locking the door behind you. Your team was out for lunch—under Tony’s dime, obviously, so it would be a while before any of them would return. Making sure the office was lock, you had made your journey to the elevator with the little girl still in your arms now making sure to ask all the necessary questions her father wasn’t able to.
“Will you come to dinner with us, Aunt Y/N?” Morgan inquired after being satisfied with all the questions her mind would have.
“Depends.” You spoke and as the elevator brought you to your brother’s floor, everyone panicking at the reception and you held the responsible party. “You need to promise me you need to ask Natasha or your Daddy permission whenever you would go to my floor, deal?”
“Deal.” Morgan beamed holding up her hand with her pinky up towards you.
“Right on.” You smirked doing the pinkie promise before making your way towards the panicked crowd that composed of your brother, his wife Pepper, his secretary Natasha, and the dumb and dumber that looked just a stressed as Tony was with the missing child.
“Daddy! Aunt Y/N said she can go to dinner with us.” Morgan announced and all heads jerked towards the two of you.
You tried your best to avoid Dumb and dumber’s gaze, your attention more focused on your brother and his wife.
“It was a good thing she went straight to me.” You said pointedly, rolling your eyes at the sheepish smile that played on the husband-wife duo had. “God knows what would happen if she ran off to someplace else.”
Handing Morgan back to her mother. You bit your lips seeing a different side in Tony, the father you never thought he was capable of becoming. You guess a wife and child can definitely change even the most serial of playboys in New York. You just wish he wasn’t much of a cheater as your father had been during his time.
“Aunt Y/N. Want to play dolls with me and Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve?” Morgan had said out of the blue.
You winced finally turning to look at the two individuals your niece was talking about. Both looking at you with an expectancy you never thought either would ever have in your presence. Turning back to your niece, you lean towards her to whisper something you know you further get on the two’s nerves.
“You know boys have cooties right?” You whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. Putting on a playful disgusted nose, you pinched your nose earning a giggle from the child. “And they smell bad too.”
“Hey.” All three men protested and you could only fist bump with your niece because of it.
“Once I’m done with my email, I’ll stop by your Dad’s office and come get you. We can have lunch anywhere you want, my treat.” You winked before turning pointedly at Tony and Pepper. “I might even buy you a scoop of ice cream for dessert.”
“Y/N…” Tony warned and you could only smile bigger. Nothing was worse than a kid with a sugar rush in their system. This is you little way of getting back at Tony—spoiling the shit out of Morgan and bring hell to him in the process because of it.
“Okay!” Morgan cheered, once again pulling pinky up for you.
Without hesitation, hooking your own around hers. You made a promise—a promise you were more than willing to keep.
“Anything you want, Little Lady.” You winked before making you leave. Never once did you meet anyone’s eyes aside from Morgan that was waving at you as you finally made your way to the elevator.
“I’m surprise she’s actually good with kids.” Bucky couldn’t help but point out as they joined Tony into his office. Morgan rested on her father’s lap as he continued on with whatever he was handling on the computer.
“She’s actually good with a lot of things.” Tony had acknowledged much to Bucky’s surprise. What Steve didn’t know was he knew very well the doubt that was in Tony’s decision—bringing her back into the company, wasting God knows how much money. “You should have seen her with Rhodey’s kids back in the day.”
It was more than a business for Tony, more than what he lets on in the moment. For the life of Bucky, he never really understood where you fit in this mess of a life. A daughter that had left everyone high and dry and now come when the company was bound to crumble.
“And she’s pretty too!” Morgan supplied making all three men smile down at her.
“Of course she is, she’s a Stark. Just like you.” Tony smirked down towards his daughter before his eyes returned back towards the monitor. “And she’s just as stubborn as one.” He muttered more for Bucky and for Steve to hear.
“A Stark through and through.” Steve’s remarks earn a pointed look from both Bucky and Tony. He was the last person whose opinion on you should matter.
“Yeah, and now you’re facing a wrath of one.”
Before another argument could start between the two of them, Bucky had held onto Steve’s hands, hoping and praying that it was enough to calm him. The lack of a response from the blond was enough to place him at ease for a while. Let’s just hope Stark doesn’t say anything else to trigger another argument all over again.
“Want to know a secret? I screwed up the Maximoff’s life, I did a total takeover in their company, with your signatures on the paper.”
Bucky’s brows furrowed, what did Tony mean?
“Sokovia Reports? Rings a bell?” Tony offered. The lack of Steve’s response or the fact that he couldn’t look at them made Bucky aware of the secret that Steve had never told him. “Because of your secrets we had to bury, my father and I had to do things we shouldn’t.”
“So you’re gonna tell her about it?”
“And face more of her wrath? I don’t think so.” Tony snorted. “I made a promise to my father after he passed, his secret along with your own would stay to my grave.”
“Even if it means making her stay here?”
“Oh if she finds out, she would stay and stake her claim more than ever—and she will win and throw all three of us out along the way.”
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Method Acting P14
Steve needs to face the truth, and Bucky's determined to fix things.
Content Warning: Frat!Steve x Frat!Bucky, ANGST, fluff, Frat!Steve x Reader, Frat!Bucky x Reader, sexual themes.
James Buchanan Barnes is a goddamn idiot. He's a lousy friend, and a downright good-for-nothing son of a bitch. A stupid dickhead. A thoughtless prick. An absolute cun-
"You gonna tell me where we're going?" Steve asks from the passenger seat, the wind blowing through his soft hair. His gentle voice has a way of making Bucky's self-hatred disappear. Like a magician, Steve makes Bucky feel like nothing but happiness has ever lived in his heart.
"It's a surprise," Bucky replies smoothly, keeping his eyes on the road. He knows that if he's to look over and see Steve with the breeze causing his hair to layer in that gorgeous way, and those overly expensive sunglasses making him look like some kind of fucking Hollywood star, Bucky will surely crash the car.
"Not fair," Steve says, the pout evident in his voice and making Bucky's heart pound.
"Nope," He retorts plainly. "Not gonna work on me this time, Rogers."
"Come on," Steve drags out, leaning over and resting his chin on Bucky's shoulder. "Tell me, puppy."
The nickname pulls out a breathy laugh from Bucky, who uses an eye-roll to hide the way he feels as though he has died and Steve is pulling him up to heaven. "Stop."
Chuckling, Steve knows he has Bucky right where he wants him. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?"
Shaking his head, Bucky trains his eye on the lines in the middle of the road, doing his best to remain calm. "If you keep flirting with me, I'mma have no choice but to kiss you, pretty boy."
"Is that a threat?" Steve teases, twirling a lock of Bucky's hair around his finger.
"It's a promise, honey," Bucky replies, smirking to himself. "You don't wanna mess with me."
"Gonna get your boyfriend to beat me up again?" Steve asks with a raised brow, moving back into his seat.
"That was over a year ago; get over it. Besides, I didn't ask Barry to fight you," Bucky says with a grumble. "I just complained about you putting me in a bad mood; he decided to punch you all on his own accord."
Steve glares at the memory, his hand clenching into a fist. "He was such a prick. I'm glad you broke up with him."
"I'm glad he gave you a black eye," Bucky teases, grinning. "I'd like to say that experience humbled you."
"Fuck you," Steve laughs, before looking at the big sign that says 'Entering Sudbury'. With a frown, he looks over at Bucky. "You brought us home?"
"Yup," The brunette confirms, the familiar sidestreets bringing with them an onslaught of memories. "I thought we could do with a break from the city. See some old faces; cure our homesickness."
You and Bucky have kept the kiss a secret from Steve. When they told you they were taking a trip out of town, you assumed Bucky would use the privacy to reveal what happened to Steve, and in a way you were relieved that you wouldn't have to be the one to break the news and have to see the look of betrayal on Steve's face.
The kiss is why Bucky is here right now. He's trying his best to fix yours and Steve's relationship as a way of alleviating his guilt.
"You missed the turn for our street," Steve mutters, feeling nauseous as the route becomes eerily familiar.
"I know," Bucky says coolly, taking a right into a cul-de-sac which fills Steve with dread.
"Buck," He whispers, hand fisting his seatbelt. "What are we doing here?"
Parking the car outside number 13, Bucky turns off the engine and undoes his seatbelt. "We're here to catch up with an old friend."
Reluctantly, Steve follows Bucky out of the car and up the concrete steps, his heart thudding harder the closer they get to the door. A few seconds after Bucky knocks, the door slowly opens.
Amanda grins widely when she sees the boys. "Oh, my handsome boys! I'm so glad to see you! It's been so long."
Taking a step forward, Steve smiles back at her. "Hi, Mrs. Carter."
"I'm just glad you're alright," Thor says with relief on his features as he takes your hand in his. "When I heard rumors that the police were called and the neighbors had heard fighting, I assumed the worst."
You smile up at him, putting down the menu book. "If it wasn't for you, it probably would've ended much worse. That's why tonight is my treat."
"Oh, no," He chuckles, shaking his head. "This place is too fancy for you to foot the bill yourself."
"Excuse you!" You scoff, leaning forward. "You indirectly saved my life; the least I can do is shell out for some lobster and wine."
Thor narrows his eyes. "You're an unemployed student with frankly neglectful parents. My dad is a stakeholder of Google."
Pursing your lips, you glance back down to the extortionate prices on the menu and raise a brow. "Uh... gosh, fine, I mean, if you insist."
He laughs before continuing with his perusal through the menu, and you do the same.
"Y/N?" A familiar voice suddenly calls out.
You look up to see Sam with Kayla on his arm, both of them looking surprised. "Hey guys!" You greet them excitedly. "I didn't know you were coming here tonight."
"Yeah; we're on a little date," Sam informs you, cautiously eyeing Thor. "Hey, man."
"Hello, Samuel!" Thor replies eagerly. "And you must be Kayla, right? I vaguely remember meeting you at a party..."
You and Kayla share a wide-eyed look. He means the rave in the woods where you went to stake out Beryl and the boys; the day she dyed her hair and wore that damn denim dress.
"You went to a party?" Sam asks her, confused.
"Uh, T must be confused," You say quickly. "You guys enjoy your night!"
"We'll be sure to send a bottle of wine to your table," Thor says kindly, placing his hand back on yours with a warm smile. "In honor of young love!"
Sam looks down at Kayla, and she looks back up at him. Are you on a fucking date with Thor right now? Knowing the kind of man Thor is, Sam doesn't trust him with you, and Kayla seems to share his opinion.
"You know what would be fun?" She asks with a gasp, tugging on Sam's arm. "If we joined you!" There's no way in hell she's gonna let you date someone else, and both her and Sam are more than happy to cockblock Thor.
"That sounds wonderful!" Thor gleams, and you agree- though you're surprised that Sam and Kayla wouldn't prefer to have their date alone.
They push another table to yours and sit down, Sam next to you and Kayla next to Thor. "So, are you guys here to... celebrate anything in particular?" Kayla asks carefully, looking between the two of you.
You and Thor share a look and he gently nudges her shoulder with a wink. "I have to take Y/N out for fancy meals every now and then or else she gets bored. She definitely makes it worthwhile, though.
Used to his flirty nature and knowing that he's talking about how you treat him to ice cream after he buys you dinner, you laugh it off. But Sam and Kayla are feeling anything but humored.
'Oh, my God,' Kayla mouths to Sam. 'Are they fucking?'
He just shrugs in response, bewildered, before clearing his throat. "So, uh, you guys come here often?"
"Not really," You reply coolly. "I prefer making Thor cook for me. He's an amazing chef."
"And an amazing eater!" Thor adds on with a hearty chuckle, shooting you a playful wink.
"Oh, yeah; an incredible eater. It's truly astounding," You say with a laugh, thinking about how Thor is able to eat your body weight in food in one sitting.
Sam and Kayla, on the other hand, have their minds in the gutter. Subtly, Kayla brings her hand up to her mouth, making a V shape with her fingers and sticking her tongue between them just to really make sure Sam knows that the conversation is most definitely about how good Thor is at giving oral sex.
"Wow," Sam breathes out, feeling ill. "I didn't know you guys were..."
"Were what?" You ask with a frown.
"He didn't think we were so close," Thor explains with a nod. "Honestly, people are usually surprised when they find out about us." It was true; many people found it odd that the two of you were friends.
"Yeah," Kayla whispers, incredibly taken aback and slightly offended. "I mean, I would've thought you'd have told me at least, Y/N."
Confused, you frown. "What do you mean, Kay? You knew about me and Thor."
"What?" Sam asks, an accusatory look on his face while Kayla sits like a deer in headlights.
"What?" You repeat with a laugh. "What are you guys so confused about? You've both known about us since freshman year. Thor was like, the first friend I ever made."
"So that means you have to fuck him?" Sam questions you incredulously, making your heart skip a beat while Thor chokes on his spit.
At first, you're incredibly offended- but then you realize that there's been a grave misunderstanding. Sharing a mischievous look with Thor, you decide to have some fun. "Yes," You say to Sam bluntly. "And what about it?"
"Yeah; what's it to you?" Thor asks him with a fake glare.
"What's it- what's it to me?" Sam sputters, flabbergasted. "Are you really asking me that?"
"I don't see why you're so riled up about our incredible love-making," Thor shoots, furrowing his brows.
"Relax, T," You say soothingly, rubbing the back of his hand. "They could never understand what we have."
Kayla's eyes are wider than ever as she leans forward. "Y/N, what the fuck are you talking about? Steve broke up with you barely three weeks ago, and now you have something with this guy? You're fucking this guy?"
"Hey now," Thor says sternly. "It's up to Y/N who she fucks."
"Alright, alright," You interject quickly, placing a hand on Sam's arm. "Everyone, relax. We were kidding."
"Don't you talk about her like you know her," Sam says with a clenched jaw. "I oughta beat your white ass-"
Sam narrows his eyes at you. "Huh?"
"What do you mean?" Kayla asks with a scoff.
"You guys are the ones that assumed we were on a date," You say with your hands help up in surrender. "We simply played along."
Gradually relaxing his face, Sam purses his lips. "You little shits."
Chortling gleefully, Thor claps his hands together. "Oh, that was too much fun. We really must go out together more, Samuel."
With a grimace, Sam nods. "For sure."
"And this was the party we threw to celebrate your first day of high school," Amanda reminisces, handing the glossy photograph to Bucky. Him and Steve look with warm grins at the image of the two of them with their arms linked in each of Peggy's, who is mid-laugh. There's a big milk stain on Bucky's shirt which Steve remembers is what Peggy was laughing at, and he feels his heart bloom with fondness at the memory.
"I was so angry at her that day," Bucky recalls with a soft laugh. "Kept tryna get her back but Steve never let me get the chance." He also remembers the slight bitterness he felt towards Peggy when he learnt of Steve's crush on her, but he keeps that to himself.
"You always were so protective over her," Amanda says, putting down the box of photographs. "You boys made her life so wonderful. I will forever be grateful to you both. Though her life was short, it was beautiful, and that's largely down to you."
Steve places his hand on Bucky's, and the brunette takes a deep breath in effort to ignore the butterflies erupting in his stomach.
Clapping her hands together, Amanda smiles warmly. "Enough about the past. How are you boys doing?"
They share a glance and Bucky smiles back at her. "We're great." Sure, they just had some of the craziest few weeks of their lives, but he chooses to leave that part out.
"Oh, you can give me more than that," She says teasingly, winking at Steve. "Any cute girls on your arm, Steven?" Deep down, she's hoping to hear that the boys have finally addressed the romantic tension between them - but she knows that would be expecting too much from her favorite pair of idiots.
Steve is astounded by her question. The way that she can so casually ask her dead daughter's ex-boyfriend about whether he's moved on from the aforementioned dead daughter shocks him. Speechless, he remains silent, his heart thudding in his chest.
"Our Stevie has got himself an absolute angel," Bucky answers on his behalf, pulling his hand out from under Steve's before continuing. "Y/N's just beautiful - I'm telling you, Amanda, if you saw her, you'd think she had just walked right off a movie set. But she isn't just beautiful, she's real smart, too. One of her essays got published in some big-deal academic magazine last year, and she's always top of her class." Getting lost in the thought of you, Bucky's eyes light up. "And Amanda, she's so sweet she'd damn near trigger old-man-Harrison's blood sugar. Kindest thing in the world, with not a single bad bone in her. She- she's amazing, Amanda. Not a half-inch less than perfect. And you know, her and Steve look an absolute picture together. The kind of couple you have to do a double take when you pass by in the street to make sure they're not celebrities or something. I- and they really love each other."
During the monologue, Steve watches Bucky. He listens in as Bucky raves on about you, recognizing the devotion in his eyes. And he feels it, too.
Soon after that, the boys take their leave. Steve requests Bucky to drive them around their hometown, each of them pointing out spots that have meaningful memories attached.
When they reach the skate park they used to frequent, they sit on the side of the rink, swinging their legs over the edge. "You see how thrilled Amanda was to hear about you and Y/N?" Bucky asks, nudging Steve's shoulder. "She was so happy to hear that you had moved on. And Stevie, Peggy would be just as happy, too."
It feels as though a weight has melted off of Steve's chest. No longer does he feel the panic or dread when he thinks about being with you, but he does realize how much he fucking misses you. Though the town is a blast to the past, he doesn't feel stuck there anymore. Instead, he appreciates being there, as if he's looking at a photograph rather than being trapped in limbo.
They sit for a little while, but Steve can't keep his thoughts to himself any longer once they stand up. "You love her," He states as the sun beats down on them, shielding his eyes with his hand.
With a frown, Bucky turns back to him. "What?"
"Bunny," Steve clarifies with a smile. "You love her."
A scoff leaves Bucky's mouth as he plays with the car keys in his hand. "Of course I love her, Rogers."
Taking a step closer, Steve lowers his voice. "Just as much as I do."
Defensively, Bucky shakes his head. "The fuck are you talking about?" Does he know about the kiss? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
But Steve isn't angry at all. He doesn't a single bout of jealousy. Instead, he feels even more enamored. He takes Bucky's hand into his and pulls him closer. "I know you want me."
Pulling his hand back, Bucky snorts. "What; just because I'm into guys? Get your head out of your ass, Rog."
"You've always wanted me," Steve states confidently, folding his big arms across his chest. "That's why you didn't get along with Peggy as much once I started dating her. That's why you never get along with any of the girls I get with- except Y/N. Because you want her just as much."
Bucky lets out a shaky breath. Is he dreaming? Is this a nightmare that ends with Steve killing him?
Steve takes another step closer, cupping Bucky's cheek in his hand. "And maybe I want you back."
Nope. Not a nightmare. Just another wet dream.
"Oh, please," Bucky says dryly, pushing away Steve's hand. "Did you not just hear yourself? I don't get along with any of the girls you get with. The girls, Steve, because there's never been any guys because you're not into guys."
"There's never been any guys because I'm scared," Steve corrects him bluntly. "Because coming out would mean my feelings for you aren't just platonic, and I didn't know how to handle that possibility."
With a long sigh, Bucky rubs his forehead. "Steve-"
"The summer after freshman year-"
"You were a college kid who wanted to experiment," Bucky says coldly, taking back control of the conversation. "You know how many guys come to me who just want to experiment? And a week later, they're back with their girlfriends. I'm not just a fucking toy for you to carry out your fetishes on."
Steve furrows his brows, hating that Bucky could ever think that way. "That is not what that was. You mean so much more to me than that. Those nights with you were incredible; you're the one who ended it before things went too far."
"Because it was just some stupid fun!" Bucky exclaims, frustration dripping from his tone.
Steve raises a brow. "So you didn't feel anything?"
Bucky shrugs, taking a few steps back. "It doesn't matter whether I did or not, because you didn't."
"Yes I did."
A nervous laugh leaves Bucky's mouth as he shakes his head. "Steve."
With a sigh, Steve looks around the abandoned skate park where he and Bucky first met. Where they would compliment each other's tricks, come up with wild dreams for the future, and tend to each other's wounds. It was here that Bucky came out to Steve, telling him that he felt the same way about boys that he did about girls. It was here that Steve offered to give Bucky his first kiss, to make sure he didn't give it to some other bozo who didn't deserve it because every other boy in their class was an idiot. It was here that Bucky accepted Steve's offer, because Steve was part of the reason he was able to come to terms with his sexuality.
It was here that they kissed, here that Bucky's heart latched onto Steve, and here that Steve broke it when he laughed the kiss off and went straight back to fucking skating.
"I took a step back. From you, and from bunny," Steve begins while the sun begins to set. "The distance allowed me to see things from afar. Realize things; realize that..." Stepping closer, he clears his throat. "I love you."
"Steve," He mutters, unable to meet his eyes. "Stop it."
"I love her," Steve continues stubbornly. "You love me. You love her."
Wincing, Bucky shakes his head. He shouldn't feel this way. "Stop it."
"She loves me," Steve goes on to say, placing his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "And Buck, she fucking loves you."
Bucky's gaze is firmly stuck to the ground, tears blurring his vision. "You don't know that."
A small smile plays at Steve's lips. "I do."
"Just drop it, okay?" Bucky implores, finally looking up to meet Steve's eyes, blue on blue on blue on blue. "I wanna go home."
Knowing that Bucky is soft and fragile, and needs to be handled with care, Steve relaxes and decides to drop it. For now. "Okay. Okay, Buck. Let's go home."
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Imagine Daddy! Steve and Little! Bucky and Little! Reader where steve is gone for a mission and Bucky and you miss your daddy a lot! When Steve comes home at night, he sees his two littles bundled up in the middle of the bed,arms and legs around each other and thumbs in their mouth and Steve just melts at how cute they look🥺🥺🥺🥺
𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘
☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Daddy!Steve Rogers x little!Bucky Barnes x little!Reader
☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: slight angst, tears, fluff.
☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!
neither of you liked it when Steve was gone.
you both missed him, and the worry made you cut yourself off from everyone else, even each other, a few times. usually when Steve was gone, only one of you would wake up little, leaving the other to be the caregiver for the day, but today, you were both little.
you were much littler than Bucky, and you refused to talk, so it was up to Bucky to help.
"i's dinner," Bucky said, putting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich down on the table. you didn't answer him, your eyes locked on the screen where Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was playing. you were laying on the floor, your stuffed elephant Bubbles in your hands.
"y/n/n?" Bucky called again, and you flipped your head to look at him.
"I make dinner." he said, and you shook your head. "y/n/n we hafta eat or Dada won't be happy." Bucky tried to reason and you shook your head again before lifting your arms.
"otay, y/n/n I cawy you." he said and lifted you up. he tried to put you in your own chair, but you started crying when he sat you down, your arms reaching out for him again. "i's otay." he said, holding the sandwich up to your mouth, but you refused it, your tears increasing.
"you not hungwy?" Bucky asked, and you shook your head, your hand reaching towards the kitchen, your hand opening and closing. Bucky glanced towards the kitchen and then back at you. "you wants a baba?" he asked, and you nodded, hiding your eyes in your stuffy.
"otay, y/n/n. I make it." he said and stood up to make it. as he did that, you grabbed your stuffy and went back to the floor. Bucky came over a few moments later, your bottle in one hand, his sandwich in the other.
"here you go, y/n/n." he said, and plopped on his butt beside you. you guzzled on your milk while Bucky ate his sandwich, and soon after, the timer on the stove went off, signalling to the two of you that it was time to have a bath or a shower and get ready for bed. Steve didn't like leaving the two of you, and he knew that the two of you often got distracted when you were engrossed in a video game or movie, even when big.
"you wanna shower or a baf?" Bucky asked, and you held up a 2. Bucky nodded and stood up. he walked in the bathroom, and tried to figure out how to turn on the taps, so he asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to do it for him. once it was filling up, he found your favourite bubble bath, and after a little help from F.R.I.D.A.Y., the bathtub was teeming with bubbles. he walked back into the living room and scooped you up from the floor.
you cried as he took you away from your show, but quieted and let out a quiet "oh," when you saw the bath. "B-Buck?" you questioned softly, your first word of the day. Bucky set you down and helped you out of the over sized shirt and spandex shorts before helping you in the bath.
"you need me to wash you or you do it?" Bucky asked, his head tilting to the side. you pointed to yourself, and Bucky nodded. "otay. I go have my shower, den we hafta go to bed." he said, and once you nodded, he headed into the great bath to have his shower.
by the time he was finished, you were crying in the now room temperature bathtub.
"B-Buck-" you cried as he came into the bathroom and lifted you out. he dried you off quickly and carried you into the bedroom. he laid you on the bed, and slid a pair of underwear on you, and one of Steve's shirts, which calmed you down, making you tears stop.
"wan' Dada." you whimpered, and Bucky nodded, sniffling.
"I wan' Dada too, but he be back soon." he said, as he climbed on the bed with you and pulled you up to the pillows. he pulled the blanket over the two of you, and you snuggled up to Bucky.
"I miss Dada awot." you said, and Bucky rubbed your back.
"I know. me too. he said he be back soon. maybe he be here in da mornin'?" he reasoned, as you grew more tired.
"I hope so. I wan' dada 'nuggles." you said, before Bucky offered you your paci and you were closing your eyes and falling asleep.
Steve walked out of the elevator to YTV playing on the tv. he turned it off, before following the sounds of Bucky's light snoring to the bedroom. when he walked in, his heart melted. Bucky had you wrapped in his arms, your body intertwined with his. you were suckling softly on your paci, while Bucky was sucking on his metal thumb.
Steve put his things down, and climbed in bed, thankful that he showered in the safe house before leaving. he laid down next to you, and you stirred. you turned over and your paci fell out when you saw Steve.
"Dada!" you said quietly, not wanting to wake Bucky. Steve lifted you onto his chest.
"hi baby girl. did you have fun with Bucky?" he asked and you nodded.
"he wittle too, but he the care of me. I wittler." you said, and Steve gave you a smile before leaning over to press a kiss to Bucky's forehead, who mumbled something about Paw Patrol and rolled onto his stomach.
"he took good care of you?" Steve asked in disbelief. Bucky was always extra gentle with you, big or little, so it didn't surprise him too much that he took care of you, but judging by the kitchen, he made meals, and bottles for you. he had never been little when you were little while Steve wasn't there, and he was thoroughly impressed that Bucky stepped up.
Steve lifted the paci back up to your mouth, and you drifted off to sleep moments after sucking it back into your mouth. a kiss to Bucky's head later, and Steve was following the two of you in sleep.
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