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hii! This is my first time requesting a story and I really love your stories 🙈! Can you write a story about a little reader that slips into a babyspace (newborn) Daddy Bucky should not go to work to take care of her, but he will be tired of her crying and neediness, but he will still take care of her 🥺🤍!

Crybaby for Bucky

Word Count: 3981

Description: Bucky has to deal with the fallout of a very needy regressed girl regressing even younger and being very very unhappy with the fact he has to go to work tomorrow. Too much crying for a tired old man.

Wrote as a regressor (y/n) reader-insert but mainly referred to as “her, she, little girl, etc.” Bucky is referred to as “Daddy” mainly and uses the pet names, “Doll, baby doll, sugar, princess, dumplin, menace, etc.” This is intended as a sfw age regression story however content warning: there is a diaper scene due to the reader dropping to a babyspace. it is still sfw intended and it is basically just another clothing item. (I mention it bc some people don't enjoy that content.)

Can be read as semi-realistic agere or littles are known universe.

Fr leaned into the crying part of the prompt.

Also something possessed me and I forgot Bucky and Steve are only like a year apart in age. I wrote a line that makes it seem like they got a ten year difference lmao oops.

A/N: I enjoyed this prompt too much. The specifics were just.. chef’s kiss… and aligned with where I was at mentally. Overall I really enjoyed writing for a bratty/needy/crybaby girl and really loved the character. Especially her cutesy delusional ending ;)

It's AO3 Link <3

See you guys in another month :)

Yesterday he had told her he needed to go in for a debriefing and she had thrown a fit, crying about how he would be missing the stuffed animal trial she had spent the day creating a narrative for. He argued that his presence wasn't necessary for some poor toy’s third sentencing but she’d dramatically thrown herself over his lap and sobbed about how he was the guest judge that would hear out the whole case. He had to be there for it. He HAD to!

The borderline tantrum earned her an early bedtime, something the perpetually exhausted old man was unsurprisingly pleased with.

…until the fifth time she’d crawled out of her crib to wake him up, complaining about an array of things from not being tired enough to sleep to the ever present “HYDRA hiding under her bed.” Any excuse to get daddy Bucky to carry her back to bed and spend more time cuddling with her or pretending to look around for hidden agents in the most ridiculous places.

Which usually didn't take too many pitiful little girl looks and begging to convince him to do since he couldn't help but enjoy answering to a view of her childish whims when she was in such a vulnerable headspace. (Even if thinking about the amount of trust that was put into him being her caregiver nearly sent him spiralling.)

But… five times??

He was tired and on the verge of snapping at her. Which wouldn't be fair to her when she wasn't in the headspace to be fully at fault. Fully. Not entirely. Little girls still know the established rules and have to follow them or face the consequences.

Such as Bucky grumpily clamoring into her crib and laying over top of her, physically weighing her down like a human weighted blanket.

After kicking and crying for a few minutes for not getting the brief midnight playtime and tuck in again, she finally fell back asleep. Surprisingly finding herself feeling more content along with her headspace dropping younger and younger as being comfortably crushed under her daddy made her body feel smaller than it actually was.

It had the same feeling as hiding in small spaces like cupboards. When a person’s in there for long periods of time they tend to lose a sense of scale, sometimes feeling too big for the cramped space while other times feeling incredibly small. Squished into something that might as well be a mouse hole.

And right now (y/n) felt tiny as could be.

Squished and warm, cuddling her daddy in her crib with her thumb loosely hanging from her drooly mouth as she dreamed about some children's cartoon that didn't exist, (y/n) was all but destined to wake up babified.

Unfortunately that also meant being easily startled. And easy to bring to tears. As babies tended to be.

Bucky’s morning alarm went off, making them both flinch awake along with triggering (y/n)’s waterworks. Sniffling, hiccuping with fat little tears running down her cheeks into the crevasse of her nose and down to the corners of her mouth, the salt stinging her skin which was already a bit raw from yesterday’s crying.

“Ughnn..doll..” Bucky groans, already exhausted from his frustrating night’s sleep and her constant crying. He just wanted a morning with… perhaps… less tears? Less pitiful snuffling in his ear? “What’re you crying for now..?”

Speaking of baby… Bucky could see her sucking on her thumb in an effort to soothe herself, something she only tended to do when she was feeling particularly little… which only meant his day was already being knocked off track…

She truly wouldn't be his baby girl if she wasn't a teary, needy mess that he loved, now would she? He thought as he rolled off her, moving to sit up and stretch his stiff back.

While she liked having the ultra soft mattress in her custom made crib, Bucky slept better on mattresses that could be mistaken for a blunt weapon or perhaps more like a straight up concrete slab…baby soft cushions were a hard adjustment for him and he didn't make a habit of co-sleeping in here.

Nevermind the fact he didn't want to be caught snoozing in an oversized, girly crib by any unexpected guest. Sam would never let him live it down and he really didn't need anymore ammo for their daily bickering.

He smacks off his alarm and makes a long, sleepy groan as he stretches, mechanical arm whirring to life quietly as he lets her cry herself out a little while he wakes himself up to something more functional. But she doesn't let him get very far, following after him the moment he moved off her and half crawling into his lap. She buries her face in his lap, letting her tears lazily soak into his sweats while still sucking on her thumb, the initial surprised-crying softening down to a displeased sleepy whimper.

After he's stretched out, he leans back against the bars and rests his hand on her bedhead. “Okay.. babydoll.. You're alright… you don't need to be crying over the alarm...” he yawned, gently combing through her hair with his fingers to get out the majority of her knots, “It gave you a bit of a fright but.. We’re alright… It spooked daddy awake too.”

She turned her head aside, peeking up at him with her puffy eyes. He gave her a sleepy smile and wiped some of the wetness off her cheek with his thumb.

“There’s my pretty girl.. Snotty nose and all.” he murmurs in that handsome gravelly morning tone that could melt her heart with or without totally comprehending his words. Her tears finally come to a stop, a small almost shy smile on her lips as she starts to giggle very softly as he playfully pinches her cheek and continues to chat to her.

“That’s better… all better. See? No reason to cry. You should be all cried out after last night anyway. Ran daddy ragged. You do that on purpose? Hm? Did you keep daddy up all night to make sure I would be too tired to do anything today?” She giggles more as he keeps talking to her in such a lighthearted tone, squirming around and reaching up to paw at his shirt. He takes her hand and brings it up to his lips, peppering kisses to her knuckles and fingers which makes her giggle more.

“Yeah. Bet you did. You're a menace.” He tugs her by that arm, trying to pull her up off his lap only for her to ragdoll. Simply to entertain herself by inconveniencing him more. He can't help but laugh at her ridiculous nature, feeling like he was losing his mind with her having this much audacity so early in the morning. They’d hardly been awake!

He reaches down and tugs her up from her armpits as he gets up, hoisting her over his shoulder, lightly patting her butt as he grumbles. “Daddy’s damn menace.”

Carrying her out of the crib he playfully throws her down onto the changing table and makes a theatrical show of changing her into a diaper, pretending like she was already a stinky mess that needed padding to protect his nose instead of just her pants.

“Which one do you want today? Huh, stinker? Pink with the bows all over or the one with the doggie?” He holds up the two choices, flipping the one choice around so she could be reminded of the printed tail design on the back that would give the appearance of having a corgi butt. Modern age had some of the strangest things and he was glad she was the one doing the online shopping for her age regression items.

She giggles and squirms on her back, playing with her nightgown, hair, feet, anything within range her hands found they could grab. Looking between the two choices she brings her one hand to her mouth to bite on while trying to make a decision, eventually taking the hand out to point to one of them with a big grin.

He holds the one she pointed to up a little higher and raises an eyebrow at her, pretending like he wasn't convinced that was the better choice. “You sure that's the right one? I mean.. It's a fine choice. Not what I would’ve chosen but–” he teases but the moment she goes to point to the other option he throws it back its drawer and tickles her belly. “Oh no no! You made your choice, princess. This one it is! And it will look mighty fine upon your little tush.”

She squeals and kicks her feet while trying to roll away from his tickling, attempting to hide partially in the wall but Bucky doesn't let her. Tugging her back to the middle and fluffing the diaper out with the other hand with the ease that only came to comic book superheroes, he lifted her legs up extra high simply to tease her… also because he had the strength in one arm to do so and super soldier daddies can’t help but show off all the time, can they?

He lays her butt down over the fluffy padding, tugging the edges to get them in the right place while she continued to giggle and watch his face with rapt attention not noticing any of the fidgeting he was doing with the diaper. He double checks it’ll fold up into place correctly then opens it back up just to pull out the baby powder like it was a secret weapon.

“How much powder do you think we need today, sugar? Mountain full?” He pretends to twist the lid off then quickly holds it upside down which makes her scream and turn her grinning face away, expecting a major cloud of powder.

He laughs at her cute little gullible moment and rights the bottle, leaning down slightly as he offers a different amount that she peeks back for, “A whisp?” He blows air on the top of the lid causing the smallest cloud, made up of only the powder remnants left on top to bloom forward, barely dusting her skin. Which of course only made her crack up more, bringing her hands up to pull her hair over her face while she laughed at his silly acts.

He took a moment to just watch his baby girl, enjoying her tears finally being from laughter rather than being the usual fussy fit. He loved moments like this. The rare moments of carefree nature he could have with an easily entertained kid that he loved being a caregiver to.

He’ll never say he was disappointed Steve grew up… but he does miss having the privilege of taking care of him. Even if that was wiping his butt as a baby or wiping blood off his face after getting said butt kicked again. There was something inside him that preened at the fulfillment of protecting someone with simple mundane acts instead of the life and death kind.

Although caring for (y/n) was certainly a lot different. Much less wiping away blood… and a lot more wiping tears.

He had been through so much trauma in his life that having someone to focus on instead of his own internal turmoil was… nice. It was a nice distraction compared to his usual coping mechanisms. Like killing people. Or drinking alcohol that didn’t do anything but punish his taste buds. Or making friends with the Winter Soldier's victims. It weighed on his mind a lot less.

Even with all the tears.

However she regularly had to reassure him that she trusted him. Trust that he struggled to believe he deserved when he’d once not had that control over his own person. He couldn't begin to understand why she’d trust someone who still felt like there was a corroded part of his mind that still lingered. Even if it was locked behind as many heavy duty mental doors that it was, he worried it was still in there. Ready to be activated. Ready to destroy every ounce of comfort and love he’d somehow managed to surround himself with.

But… right now that didn’t matter. All he saw when he looked at her right now was a perfectly happy regressed girl, giggling with the carefreeness a baby should have. All because of him and his stupid jokes.

He leans over to press a kiss to her forehead, knowing she wouldnt understand right now how much it meant to him. He looks at her with soft adoration for a brief second before changing it to his playful grin, “Alright.. alright. Enough theatrics from daddy. My doll’s tush is probably getting cold.”

He puts on the proper amount of baby powder then pulls the front forward and secures it shut with the tapes, doing the finger check around the edges that always makes her squirm. Once done, Bucky scoops her up and deposits her on his hip with his metal hand holding her in place while he starts to stroll out of the room.

He swings by the kitchen, pouring one of those meal replacement shakes into a bottle but only giving it to her once he’d set her up in a little nest of pillows back in his bedroom.

While she may have craved milk and struggled to tolerate a majority of solid foods when she was regressed this young, they both understood that plain milk unfortunately wasn't very filling for a baby her size. Which meant making a compromise. The shake they got was a unicorn of the meal/protein shake world. It was close enough in texture to milk that it worked in her bottle and didn't upset her baby brain but had enough things stuffed into it that it actually fought off her hunger long enough Bucky could get her some soft foods that would end up being more filling.

It would also give him enough time to get dressed for the debrief meeting he was due at in the next… uh oh.

“Oooh daddy’s so sorry, dumplin. I gotta run. Meeting’s in twenty.” He leans over the bed and presses a kiss to her forehead then steps away to tie his boots.

Her eyes go wide with confusion, her baby brain trying to figure out if he was betraying her or not. One minute she was happily sucking away at her baba, cozied up in daddy’s sheets in a pretty, cushy diaper, and her pjs and next he’s using the apology tone while wearing his outside clothes. What did that mean?? Was daddy leaving?? Was daddy ABADONDING her?? When she was so little?

‘You ABANDON baby? You leave her like she’s adult? Oh! Oh! Jail for daddy! Jail for daddy for One Thousand Years!’ Miette

He catches a glimpse of her shocked expression and shakes his head a bit, deflating slightly while trying to avert his eyes to not let her look get to him. C’mon steel nerves. Steel nerves. “Oh…come on.. No– Don’t– dont do this, doll. I gave you plenty of time to come to terms with this. It’s– you shouldn’t even have to come to terms with it when it’s just work. I go work all the time without you.”

Without her?? Oh god daddy WAS leaving her!!

She sure had a terrible case of selective baby hearing but she was slowly remembering the conversation that got her in trouble last night and how Bucky had work to go to today.

Bucky braved a look at her and sure enough the waterworks had made their comeback while her bottle had fallen from her hands as if she'd been told something horribly traumatic. “No– stop that. You're not–you–” He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to rationalize why she would be fine alone for a couple hours.

She was an adult after all. Sure she wasn’t in a headspace to take care of herself as well as she usually would and that would likely end up in her neglecting certain things..like forgetting to change herself.. Resulting in a rash…

Which wasn't the end of the world!

She .. she was physically an adult. She could heal a little diaper rash.

Unless it turned into a skin infection… Or heaven forbid she crawled into the kitchen while he was gone and tries to cook with the hot stove burners by herself or gets a hold of sharp objects or–

Since when did he worry like some motherhen about a grown woman? A grown woman! She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself!

He groaned and ran his hands over his face, turning away from her for a moment to try thinking more critically but her sobbing had started to pick up into wailing and crying for him in that mushy mouth baby babble. At this point she would have a sore throat before he even made it out the door. Not even the front door. The bedroom door.

Realistically he knew the outcome of this fit the moment her eyes got big. No– scratch that. He knew he would give in last night. She was a damn menace. A stubborn… needy… crybaby...menace!

“Alright! Fine!” And she was really freakin lucky he loved her. “You win!”

He turns around, plan already made up in his mind as he reaches down and lifts her up, grabbing the bottle as well since he would need it. He manages to stuff it into one of his jeans’ pockets and carries her to the nursery, displeasure and unease quickening his step.

“You’ll tag along to work today. But this is a one time thing. You understand? This is not going to become a habit. Daddy’s work isn't always safe or mundane enough like today for you to always come along when you're feeling little.” He tries lecturing her but her wailing was too far in motion for her to get out of her own head to understand anything about the developing situation. Still very much stuck on the thought that daddy was abandoning her to a day alone by herself. Her brain assumed he was only moving her around to get ready to leave which meant she was kicking and fighting him to stay where they were. Because if they didn't leave his room then he would never leave at all, right?

It doesn't hardly phase him right now, laser focused on getting his own tasks done fast enough to get to work on time. He sets her down on the changing table they had just had such a nice moment on. Something he’s glad he took time to appreciate because he was really leaning on it to help him through this moment.

He grabs the first onesie and skirt he can find in her dresser then all but rips her nightgown off. He really would like to be more gentle about changing her clothes but she was still screaming and seemed displeased at the very idea of being both around him with everything he was doing and not being around him. The very conflicting feelings adding to the impossible to balance breakdown. So… the gentle that was currently on the table was a tad difficult to reach.

He manages to wrestle the top of the onesie on while he continued to talk, seemingly mostly to himself since she wasn’t listening. “You’re lucky today isn’t that important or dangerous. I don't know what else I would do if I couldn't get away with bringing you in today. We already wasted enough time messing around. I wouldn't have time to find you a babysitter or pull you out of this headspace.” He pushes her back to laying down, dodging a foot that nearly clipped his chin by accident and struggles to get all the correct buttons snapped together.

He cursed the person who designed buttons like this because he could not for the life of him seem to get more than two buttons at a time to stay closed while she was throwing a tantrum. Screw it. Who cared? It was closed… enough. He could fix it later when she was calmer.

The skirt did not match the onesie in the slightest, the colors and prints clashed terribly but it covered her bottom and the messed up buttons. Besides Bucky wasn't a fashion expert anyway. He was a soldier. Matchy..ness.. was not the type of crisis he dealt with.

“Today’s debrief isn't about anything particularly… secret anyway… And you're probably regressed too little to retain much of it anyway. Although you do always seem to remember the things I don't want you to.. so maybe you would.” He picks her back up, keeping her on his hip and lightly patting her upper thigh as he nabs a pacifier and one of his black sweatshirts to slip on her as he’s heading to the door. He hoped that maybe the hoodie would help her blend in a little bit better but he knew that was mostly a lost cause. He was going to go into a super elite superhero debrief with an age regressed girl attached to his side. They were unfortunately bound to stand out.

It wasn't until he was rushing them out the front door that her wailing paused, lifting her head from where she’d buried her face in his shoulder to look around at their surroundings. She hiccupped and sniffled uncontrollably as she tried to figure out why they were outside now and why daddy was heading to the car. Their eyes meet for a brief moment and he can't help but huff out a laugh in mild disbelief at the way she seemed so bewildered and confused at the turn of events.

“Yeah. You’re coming with me. Daddy’s taking you with.” He used his lighter parental tone with her, opening the back door to the car then slipping her into the oversized car seat. She only becomes more puzzled, snot running down her face with the tears that continued to fall with each confused blink. She holds her hands up on autopilot as he reached for the seatbelts, watching him buckle her in as if she wasn't entirely convinced this was happening.

He wipes at her face with his jacket sleeve, cringing at the mess he gave up after one wipe knowing he didn’t have time to completely clean her up. Instead he hands her the bottle that had been getting shaken around in his pocket. “Don't spill this, doll.”

She holds it in her lap with two hands, still working on autopilot as her big eyed gaze continued to follow his movements around as he closes the door and climbs into the driver’s seat.

It took until Bucky had actually started the car and began to drive before it finally clicked in her mind that he might not actually be abandoning her today.

A small hesitant smile starts to form on her lips while her tears start to slow down. She watches him in the driver’s seat for a while, making sure he wouldn't do something like disappear suddenly. Then she raises the bottle to her lips, nursing very lightly as she finally turns her gaze out the tinted window, giggling very quietly as the thought of victory settled into her mind. Victory of overcoming abandonment. She was really amazing, wasn't she? An amazing, brave, totally independent, and emotionally mature girl.

Daddy Bucky was lucky to have her.

—

“Oh come on, man! What is this? Bring your kid to work day?”

“Not a word, Sam–”

“Shit.. if I knew I would’ve brought one of my nephews in! I mean.. Come on. This has got to be against so many rules–”

“And who's going to argue with me about it?”

“With a face like that?”

#🧸mines🍼

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