#dad bucky

[kitty384]

He Knew Before I Did

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: During a simple recon mission, you suddenly get sick—and Bucky is the first to realize what it might mean. You’re pregnant. And somehow, he knew before you did.

Warnings: Nausea/vomiting, implied pregnancy, soft emotional support, fluff, established relationship

The mission wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

Simple recon. No combat. No one even fired a shot. We were in and out in under twenty minutes, and the van ride home was smooth and quiet.

So why the hell was I sweating through my suit, stomach twisting, mouth dry, eyes locked on the floor like I was going to die right then and there?

“Y/N?” Sam asked from across the van. “You look kinda pale. You okay?”

I nodded too fast. “Yeah. Just… hot.”

That wasn’t a lie. But it also wasn’t the whole truth.

Something felt off.

Wrong.

Too tight in my ribs. Too loud in my ears. Too unsteady in my body.

And then the nausea rolled in like a freight train.

My hand slapped over my mouth. I barely managed to scramble to the van door before I threw up.

Hard.

The world blurred. Everything spun. I leaned against the side of the van, gripping the edge like it could keep me upright, trying to catch my breath.

“Y/N!”

Boots hit the pavement. A hand touched my back, firm but careful. Gloved fingers pulled my hair away from my face.

I didn’t have to look to know it was Bucky.

Of course it was Bucky.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low and serious—but not panicked.

“I—I don’t know,” I croaked.

He didn’t ask more questions. Just rubbed slow circles on my back and waited.

When I finally stood upright, dizzy and mortified, I saw the way he was looking at me.

Not confused.

Not surprised.

But like something had just clicked.

“Buck,” I mumbled, wiping my mouth, “please don’t say it.”

He tilted his head. “Say what?”

“You know what.”

He hesitated.

Then gave me that look—the one that was equal parts “I love you” and “I’m worried out of my mind and trying not to freak out.”

“Have you… taken a test lately?”

I blinked at him.

A test?

Oh.

Oh.

I froze.

“I mean—no,” I said quickly. “But I—I don’t think—”

Bucky gently took my hand, grounding me. “Y/N. It would explain a lot.”

I started doing the math.

The weird cravings. The mood swings. The late period I’d blamed on stress. The way he’d been eyeing me for the last two weeks like he knew something I didn’t.

“Holy crap,” I whispered.

Bucky didn’t smile. Not yet. But his eyes softened.

“We’ll stop by the pharmacy on the way back,” he said. “Just in case.”

The second we got home, I locked myself in the bathroom.

Bucky didn’t knock. Didn’t push. Just sat outside the door like he had a thousand times before.

I took the test with shaking hands.

Set it on the counter.

Waited.

And when the time passed, I looked.

Two lines.

Clear.

Positive.

I sat on the floor, the test clutched in my hand, suddenly crying and laughing at the same time.

Then I opened the door.

Bucky stood up instantly.

One look at my face and he knew.

I held out the test, voice shaking. “I think we’re gonna have a baby.”

His hands hovered, like he didn’t want to grab me too fast. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Are you?”

That’s when the smile broke across his face.

Gentle. Overwhelmed. Bright.

“I knew it,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I knew the second you threw up.”

I laughed into his chest. “That’s not very romantic.”

“It is to me.”

We didn’t tell anyone that day.

We just laid in bed, curled together under soft blankets, my hand resting over my belly while his hand covered mine.

We didn’t speak much.

But we didn’t need to.

We were building something now—something brand new.

And he knew before I did.

Because of course he did.

Because he always does.

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Justice by Jamie!

Warning- Fluff, dad Bucky is back!

Bucky had barely sat down on the couch when he heard the unmistakable thunder of little feet running across the hallway, followed by a high-pitched war cry.

“NOOOOO SAMUUUU!”

Then came the thud, a grunt, and a cry for help.

“Jamie!” Bucky jumped up instantly, turning the corner to find the scene.

Samuel was on the rug, hands up in surrender, giggling nervously. And there on top of him was Jamie. Chubby legs straddling his older brother, determined pout on his face, tiny fists smacking Samuel’s chest like miniature hammers.

“I said sorry!” Samuel whined, laughing but also genuinely confused, whether to be scared or accept fate.

Bucky swooped in, grabbing Jamie under his arms like a football. “Whoa, whoa, soldier. Easy there. What’s going on?”

Jamie kicked his feet in the air, face red with pure toddler rage. “Samu bad! Push Natty!” he babbled furiously, cheeks puffed, “Me say no push Natty! BAD!”

Samuel groaned. “I didn’t push her hard!”

“You still pushed her.” Bucky deadpanned.

Jamie was now fisting Bucky’s shirt, eyebrows furrowed and pointing at his brother over Bucky’s shoulder. “Me beat!” he declared like a judge laying down a sentence.

“No,” Bucky said firmly, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “You don’t get to beat your brother, even if he’s being a pain.”

“But me…” Jamie paused, searching for the right words, “Me say… no beat if Samu good. He not good!” he babble-yelled, arms flailing.

You came in just then, arms crossed, trying not to laugh. “What happened now?”

Bucky turned to you, still holding Jamie midair. “Your youngest just tried to teach our middle one a lesson with fists of justice.”

Jamie pointed again. “No push Natty!” he insisted.

You knelt in front of him, cupping his angry cheeks. “Baby, Mama and Dada handle the rules, okay? You’re not allowed to beat.”

Jamie huffed. “But me lub Natty…”

“And that’s why we talk, not smack, hmm?” Bucky said gently, finally setting him down.

Jamie sulked, arms crossed, belly sticking out, lips puckered in betrayal. “Me talk… loud,” he compromised.

Samuel peeked up from behind the couch. “I said sorry! Jeez.”

Jamie shuffled over to him, chubby arms now open.

Bucky watched suspiciously.

Jamie hugged him. “No beat. Hug.”

Samuel blinked. “Okay?”

Then Jamie slapped his head, not softly.

“Jamie!” you and Bucky yelled in unison.

Jamie blinked innocently. “Lub tap?” he whispered, completely unrepentant.

Bucky scooped him up again and sighed dramatically, whispering in your ear, “We’re raising a tiny mob boss with dimples.”

You laughed, “And a strong sense of justice.”

Jamie nodded between the two of you, proud of himself, “Me good boy. Dada no beat. Me beat.”

“No, kid…” Bucky groaned, holding his head.

Later on it started like any good-hearted parenting moment. At least that’s what Bucky thought.

Jamie had just tried to slap Samuel again, this time for apparently “breathing near his cheese puffs.” You and Bucky exchanged a look over Jamie’s head as the chubby boy stood on the couch cushion, glaring down at his brother like a tiny, furious dictator.

“That’s it…” you muttered, setting your mug down. “Time for the Talk.”

Bucky sighed and cracked his neck. “Together?”

“Together.”

You both sat down in front of Jamie, who crossed his arms with dramatic flair, puffed up his round cheeks, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Clearly, he sensed a lecture incoming.

“Jamie,” Bucky started gently, resting his elbows on his knees. “We gotta talk, buddy.”

Jamie blinked, then turned around, “Me busy.”

“Busy doing what?” Bucky asked suspiciously, turning Jamie back around to face him.

“Beat Samu!” Jamie declared proudly, like he was announcing an achievement.

Samuel, from the corner gave you both a ‘I told you’ look.

You leaned forward. “Baby, you are not allowed to hit anyone. That’s not how we fix problems.”

Jamie blinked again. “Me no hit. Me tap.”

“Jamie…” Bucky tried to keep a straight face, “you slapped your brother because he touched the table near your snack.”

“MINE!” Jamie shrieked, righteous fury bubbling.

“Yes, it’s yours…” you said calmly. “But we use words, not hands.”

Jamie looked between you two and said, completely serious, “Me use wods. Me say...no Samu... Then me beat.” He looked pleased with himself.

Bucky slapped a hand over his face.

Jamie stared.

Then grinned.

Then slapped your arm. “Beat fun!”

“Oh my god!” you cried, standing up.

“We lost him…” Bucky groaned.

Jamie began running in circles, arms flapping. “ME RIGHT! ME RIGHT! BEAT GOOD!”

Samuel stood on the couch cheering. “Somebody, anybody save me!”

Natalia wandered in, blinked once at the chaos, and turned right around. “Nope.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Bucky scooped up Jamie. “Time for the final trick.”

You followed as he carried Jamie into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” you asked, suspicious.

Bucky opened the fridge, pulled out the sad soggy broccoli leftovers, and looked Jamie dead in the eye. “Beating equals broccoli.”

Jamie gasped dramatically, clutching his round tummy like an old lady clutching her pearls, “NO!”

“Talk equals mango juice.”

Jamie paused, his mouth wobbled.

You knelt down. “Make the smart choice, baby.”

Jamie sniffled dramatically, no tears visible, then placed a chubby hand on Bucky’s cheek. “Me lub yoo...”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, although he almost fell for it. “No emotional bribery.”

Jamie dropped his hand and mumbled, “me no beat...”

“Mango juice for Jamie!” you smiled victoriously.

Jamie cheered, and as you turned to get the drink, he whispered to Samuel, “Only beat when no one sees.”

Samuel just shook his head. “Daddyyy he’s threatening me!!!.”

Bucky sighed, leaned against the counter, and whispered to you, “We’re raising a gremlin.”

You handed him the mango juice. “A well-fed, highly strategic gremlin.” Then you called after Jamie, “No more beating!”

Jamie raised the cup like a war horn. “Mangoo!”

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[wildflowersandvibranium]

Plums & Pancakes

Pairing: Dad!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Wife!Reader

Summary: A quiet life wasn’t something Bucky Barnes ever imagined for himself , not after everything he’d endured. But then a blur of flying fruit and a love he never saw coming changed everything.

Word Count: 2.2k ish

Warning/Tags: TOOTH ROOTING FLUFF!

literally nothing but sweet cuteness comfort and loveee oh and did i mention fluff! maybe borderline suggestive but not really?

If i missed anything let me know!

Authors Note: okay guys dad bucky is my favorite thing to write everrrr so if you love it too lmk and ill write up some more for ya! hes a cutie pie in thissss anyways see ya on the next one bbys

REQUESTS / ASKS ALWAYS OPEN! 🌷MY MASTERLIST 💖 COMMENTS REBLOGS AND LIKES are loved and encouraged!

Bucky Barnes never believed the universe would be kind to him.

Not after the fall or Hydra. Not after the years he couldn’t even remember his own name. And not after the blip.

But sometimes , every once in a while—he was reminded that maybe… just maybe… he’d been wrong.

The biggest reminder , funny enough , came in the form of flying fruit.

It had been a warm September day , the kind that hinted at fall without the full commitment. 

The annual farmer’s market in upstate New York was crowded but now overbearing. 

Bucky had been reaching for a small basket of plums—his favorite , a habit from a lifetime ago when living alone in Romania when a blur of motion smacked right into him.

And suddenly , the plums were on the ground. So were three apples, a carton of strawberries ,  an entire paper bag that had clearly been packed to the brim with freshly baked bread, soaps , and jars of something that smelled like lavender.

“ooghf–oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you’d said, immediately dropping to your knees beside the wreckage tyring to scramble and pick everything up. “I wasn’t looking , I didn’t mean to—are you okay?”

Bucky had just blinked. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone move that fast while apologizing so much.

“I’m fine,” he’d managed, kneeling beside you. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at him then—cheeks flushed, strands of hair stuck to your forehead from the heat, hands full of squashed plums—and laughed. A soft, kind laugh that didn’t match the chaotic scene at all.

“Guess that’s what I get for trying to carry half the stand in one go,” you said, brushing your hands on your jeans. “I try to help my dad with his stall every week. Still haven’t learned to make two trips I guess.”

He didn’t know why, but Bucky had smiled.

Maybe it was your warmth.

Maybe it was how pretty you were , big eyes filled with wonder.

Maybe it was the fact that it had been a very long time since someone looked at him like he wasn’t dangerous.

“I could, uh… buy you a coffee to make up for the plum mess?” you’d offered after he helped pick everything up.

And Bucky—James Buchanan Barnes, former assassin, hundred-year-old man with too many ghosts was too nervous to trust his voice , so he nodded.

And man did that feel like a lifetime ago.

Because now… now Bucky Barnes was married.

To you.

And the two of you had built quite a life. Settling down into a simple cottage tucked into an open field. Where you two were raising your now four-year-old daughter named Winnie , after his ma , and just recently welcomed your five-month-old son , Grant.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The sun was barely peeking above the horizon when the cries started.

Bucky stirred first. It was a reflex now—like breathing , like how he would hold his breath when he reached for a gun back in the day. 

Only now, he reached for his son instead.

Grant was fussing in the bassinet next to their bed, squirming with his tiny fists clenched tight face angry and red.

“I got him, doll,” Bucky whispered to you, voice thick with sleep as he rubbed his eyes. “You rest a little longer.”

But just as he was lifting Grant into his arms cooing to the baby, another voice rang out from the hallway.

“Mommy!”

You groaned ,  face squished into the pillow. 

“Mommyyyy, I want pancakes!” Winnie’s voice was full of energy and chipper. “With chocolate chips!”

“I’ll make ’em,” Bucky offered, already patting Grant’s back as the baby calmed in his arms. “After I change him , the little guy seems to have a present for me.” Bucky's face crinkled when he stood with the stinky babe.

You chuckled into your pillow now , stretching before rolling out of bed. “I’ll get her dressed. She’s probably already got on her princess boots and nothing else.”

It was true.

Winnie had exactly three obsessions at the moment: chocolate chip pancakes, braids, and her sparkly light-up boots that clomped across the hardwood with the grace of a baby elephant.

You managed to wrangle her into an outfit—jean overalls  and a cream flowy , long-sleeved shirt—and sat her down on the stool in the bathroom.

She chattered the entire time as you sectioned her long brown hair into three even parts. Fingers twisting with precision as you yawned, still shaking off the sleeplessness from Grant's eventful evening.

“Daddy said we’re going to the park. Can we bring snacks? I wanna feed the ducks and geese again. I bet they missed me. Do you think they did? Do ducks like pancakes? Because if they do, I’ll share.”

“You’re a generous soul and yes i think they missed you.,” you told her laughing at her innocent toddler mind. You tied off the braid with a glittery purple band and she jumped into your lap happy with the result.

Meanwhile, in the nursery Bucky had Grant tucked against his chest in a soft wrap. His giant hands moved gently, adjusting the wrap with practiced ease.

“Hey,” he called out as he stepped out of the nursery, “how do we look?”

You turned and—oh.

God help you.

Your husband stood there barefoot, in downy gray sweatpants and a blue soft t-shirt. 

Your baby was swaddled against his chest, all chubby cheeks and content, little fingers curled into Bucky’s chest.

The silver chain of his dog tags glinted just beneath the collar of his shirt.

He smiled, soft and sleepy. “Too much?”

You just blinked. “You know what you’re doing to me.”

He chuckled.

And screw it if he didn’t do the lopsided smirk that made you weak back when you first met.

“I’m just trying to get our kids to the park in one piece,” he said innocently. “If I look good doing it, that’s on you for marrying me.”

He said smiling, leaning down to your face and kissing you full of his love.

“Ugh,” Winnie groaned dramatically. “You guys are always kissing and flirting.”

Bucky ruffled her hair. “Get used to it, peanut cause every day i fall more in love with your mama.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The grocery run had been a blur of snack requests , impulse juice box purchases, and Bucky being stopped by a sweet older woman who insisted Grant looked “just like his daddy.”

 You had smiled politely while Bucky awkwardly thanked her, his face a little pink from the compliment, and then used the excuse of Grant needing to get home to escape.

But now it was time for your favorite part of the day.

The park.

A soft breeze drifted through the trees, the sun warm but not oppressive. 

Winnie ran ahead to the playground, her boots lighting up with every delighted stomp. Grant was now sound asleep against Bucky’s chest, full from his bottle he had between the store and here , his little mouth slack as he dozed in the wrap.

You settled onto the bench with a relieved sigh, one hand shading your eyes as you tracked Winnie’s every movement—up the ladder, across the bridge, back down the slide. 

Bucky dropped a kiss to your temple before walking off to toss a crumpled snack wrapper in the park bin. “Ill be right back just gonna throw this away” 

You looked down to see what he was holding and noticed the lack of his wedding band , tan lines still prominent but the metal was missing , probably forgotten after his shower you thought.

You were keeping your gaze still on Winnie as he walked away , when you heard a loud cackle.

You turned your head to the sound and saw a woman next to your husband.

Tall. Blonde. Designer sunglasses and a perfectly timed laugh.

She walked up closer to him, head tilted like she already knew how pretty she was.

You squinted. 

She was talking. And then laughing. Then her hand touched his chest.

His chest.

It wasn’t threatening, not really. But it wasn’t nothing.

You watched Bucky awkwardly smile , then nod , and finally excuse himself, walking back to you fast , his brows slightly furrowed.

“Well, that was strange,” he said as he sat beside you. “Why do people flirt like that in the middle of a public park? Like, thanks ma’am, but I’m holding my son right here.”

You smirked, turning your head toward him. “Well, women do love hot single dads.”

The look on his face was instant. 

His head snapped so fast you heard it crack.

“SINGLE??” he practically barked. It made Grant stir and whine at the disruptive sound ,  he immediately bounced gently, voice going soft again. “Sorry, buddy. You’re okay , I'm sorry.”

You shrugged, holding up his hand in front of his face. 

“Just saying. You’re out here ringless , looking like that , holding an adorable baby , how do you accept any girl not to jump on you?”

Bucky looked down at his hand like it had betrayed him. “Shit,” he muttered. “I took it off when I was washing the bottles  and didn’t put it back on. I knew I forgot something. I've felt off since we left. She probably thinks I’m trying to—God.”

You laughed, rubbing your hand along his thigh. “Relax. You didn’t do anything. And honestly? It was kind of fun watching someone else drool over you for a change .”

He gave you a pointed look.

 “Don’t say things like that when you know I’m going to spend the next hour trying to convince you you’re the only person I want to look at .”

You winked. “Convince away, Barnes…But the moment a woman's manicured claws touch either of my kids then we have a major problem and the winter soldier will be her last worry.” You said laying your head on his shoulder turning back to Winnie now picking flowers as you rubbed Grants back.

“Okay , okay easy there mama bear” He laughed through his nose.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Winnie went down first.

After a bubble bath with approximately twelve too many toys, two books, and a lullaby from both of you (because she claimed you both sang differently and she needed the duet), she finally dozed off.

Bucky had given her one last kiss on the forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, peanut,” before closing her door softly with a click.

Grant had been next—fed, changed, and now out cold in his crib with one arm over his head like a tiny drama king. He is his fathers son–

And now?

Now it was your turn.

You stood in front of your mirror, legs a little tired, back a little sore, but your heart full. 

You rubbed lotion on to your arms and shoulders slowly, the cool cream easing your muscles as the soft light of the bedroom cast everything in a dreamy golden hue.

Behind you, the bathroom door opened.

Bucky padded in barefoot, wearing those navy blue pajama pants you loved—low on his hips, soft from too many washes (thanks to lots of spit up) . His shirt was off, hair still damp from his shower. You caught him watching you in the mirror.

“You’re staring,” you said softly, smiling now brushing through your hair.

He didn’t answer right away. 

Instead, he walked to the bed and flopped down dramatically on his back with a groan. Like I said , father– like son.

“I’m exhausted,” he murmured, eyes closed. 

You laughed, turning around fully and crawling onto the bed beside him. 

You caressed his cheek , the pad of your thumb swiping his cheekbone and slowly moved to straddle his waist , your faces inches apart , when he suddenly held up his hand stopping your movement.

His wedding band back on and shining brightly.

“Sorry, doll face,” he drawled. “But I’m happily married.”

“Oh no. I was just about to ask for your number, too.”

He grinned, one of those rare, slow ones that started with the left side of his mouth and crept across. 

“You can have my number. But only if you kiss me first.”

You leaned in, planting a slow, warm kiss against his lips.

“Done deal,” you whispered.

He exhaled, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again. Longer this time. Slower. A kiss that said thank you–

 I love you 

I love our kids

I love our life.

When you finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I still don’t believe this is real, sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “You. The kids. The quiet. All of it. It doesn’t feel like something I should’ve gotten to have.”

You brushed your thumb along his jaw. “You deserve every second of this, Bucky Barnes. Every messy , swee t, sleepy , pancake-filled second.”

He tilted his head and kissed your wrist. “Even when I forget my ring and get flirted with by random women in the park?”

You rolled your eyes. “Especially then. Because I get to be the one you come home to and reminded how lucky me and the kids are to call you ours.”

And you did. Every night.

He wrapped his arms around you as you settled into bed under the plush duvet.

 His hand splayed protectively over your stomach as you both listened to the quiet of the house—the hum and crackle of the baby monitor, the faint whistle of the wind outside, the creak of the old floors as they settled.

It was all love.

Not the kind that was loud or dramatic. Not the kind shouted over chaos or with empty meaning. But the kind that was built quietly, with chocolate chips , baby wraps, and whispered lullabies.

And this?

This was the kind of love Bucky Barnes had only ever dreamed of.

-end

[avonne-writes]

i totally see bucky as a girl dad

Me too! 🥰 It's all the affection in him, and the way he has no problem making a fool of himself sometimes. Barbie party with his baby girl? Of course, Bucky the-unicorn-is-my-favourite-extinct-animal Egan will sit there and let his daughter paint his nails or give him a tiara. He's great with kids because he doesn’t feel awkward playing with them but is still someone who makes them feel safe. And then there’s all the physical affection - his baby girl just soaks it all up, and always asks for Bucky to do special hairstyles for her (which he isn’t that good at but they have fun) or she will sit on his lap for cuddles as they watch something on TV. Bucky is also game to go on secret ice cream runs if there's none at home. And much later, he pulls the intimidation trick on the boys she brings home.

[thedevilsoftruth]

Little, tiny fingers curled into the metal chain of Bucky's dog tags, all followed with the sounds of a delighted giggle when the tags jangled together. It was moments like this that helped Bucky forget that he was never, ever going to be able to be a normal citizen and go back to regular life. Not when there were missions he had to complete for the government. It was part of his pardon. It was required, and it was the law.

But when he was laying on his back with his five month old daughter on his chest, with cinnamon incense being burned, and the house and dishes nice and clean, he felt like he was a normal man for once. When his daughter babbled at him, and grabbed his beard and tugged on his hair or gnawed at his vibranium fingers, he felt like he had everything he wanted and more.

The little baby rose herself on her knees and pressed her chubby, tiny hands into her father's face on both sides of his cheek. For support, of course. Either just to mess with him, she was just curious, or she was trying to escape him. But his eyes closed tight and he grunted sharply. He took her little wrists in his giant hands, scooting her back into a much more comfortable spot on his chest.

"Beccy," He cooed, tilting his head to the side, giving her a fake pout. "I'm wounded. Augh! I need a medic now." As he spoke, he dramatically let his body fall back onto the carpet of the living room with the back of his hand smacked onto his forehead.

She babbled. She clapped her hands by patting her hand against his chest. He grunted again. Sometimes he forgot that the super solider serum got passed down onto her.

"Ngh! Come here!" He said with a grunt and through gritted teeth, rolling the little girl off his chest and onto the floor. She giggled, kicking her feet in the air as he lowered himself down next to her. He brought his hand up, and she noticed the sign immediately. He was gonna start tickling her.

She was laughing before he even touched her. His big, right hand came down on her stomach mercilessly, his fingers poking and tickling her stomach all over while she laughed out loud and tried to scoot away from him on her back.

"No, no. I don't think so, missy." He laughed, waving a metal finger around, holding her down with his flesh hand. She squealed, reaching out two tiny little arms for him, trying to get him to stop tickling her. And eventually, he did.

Bucky scooped Rebecca up in his strong arms, and carried her off into the hallway. She babbled nonsense, her head twisting and turning in different directions as she looked at the world behind her father's shoulders. Her tiny fists were curled around his shirt, her mouth unhinged and already drooling over him even though he'd barley been holding her for 18 seconds.

"Alright," he sighed, opening the door of her nursery up, all to find you in there, rocking back and forth in your nursery glider, reading something on your kindle.

"Oh, hi." You greeted them. Rebecca noticed you and cooed, reaching her hands out for you. Bucky found himself helplessly smiling, and he reached your spot in just a few strides. You took the little girl into your arms, looking down at her with the warmest, most loving expression Bucky had ever seen.

"I thought you'd be in there for a little longer." You told him, grinning while you smoothed the babies brown hair back subconsciously. "Maybe pass out In her playpen again." Bucky laughed, closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"What? No. I could never forget to spoil my best girl." He told you, placing his vibranium hand on your back, rubbing soft and gentle circles into your skin. "Especially not after all the hard work she puts in each day."

Rebecca looked up at the two of you from her spot in your lap as Bucky leaned in to peck your lips. There wasn't a single thought behind her big, blue eyes. Just curiosity. She reached her hand out, as if to protest against you both. But really it was just so she could grab hold of her father's beard again.

[majestyeverlasting]

To Be Still

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary: You kissed him because you didn’t know what else to say. He smiled into it, and you pulled away just enough to murmur against his upturned lips, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“It’s good to be back.” 

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: This piece is based on this lovely ask, and I had the best time writing it.

The coolness of the night rushed to envelop Bucky the moment he pushed his truck door open. It nipped at his face and fingers as he hopped out and collected his duffle bag from the backseat. Only when he made it into the mudroom did the solace of warmth encamp around him. A sigh pushed past his lips as his bag slipped to the floor along with the last of the tension he’d carried back from Prague. Arriving home always granted him a degree of weightlessness he couldn’t find anywhere else. It was impossible for the worries of the outside world to stay tethered to him within the haven of those four walls. 

All was quiet as he unbundled himself. He stepped out of his boots last, wiggling his toes in relief. As he ventured further into the house, there was a familiar ambience to the heat leaving the vents, and the air held a savory hint of whatever you’d cooked for dinner. In the kitchen, Jamie’s stuffed bear sat on the main countertop alongside an empty red sippy cup. The beginnings of a smile came to his face as he picked up the small animal and headed for the staircase. 

At the top, light pooled from beneath Eden’s bedroom door. Bucky resisted the urge to go straight inside, and instead went to drop off his bag in the master bedroom. Then, with Jamie’s bear still in hand, he slipped into the two-year-old’s bedroom next. The small glowing star on the nightstand served as a guiding light to his low bedside, and he squatted to tuck the bear beside him. Each small breath that left Jamie’s nose reminded him of the little things he missed during his time away. 

Bucky lingered until a whimper sounded from the adjacent room. It was a tired, weakened sound. Your voice followed after it in a quiet string of reassurances. He ran a gentle hand over Jamie’s hair, before heading to where he knew you and Eden to be. Your eyes were trained on her when he opened the door. The two of you were rocking back and forth in her gray nursing chair, doused in warm lamplight. Her head rested on your chest, and her stormy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks defied the tiny rainbows printed on her onesie. 

It took a couple hard blinks to convince yourself that Bucky had appeared in the doorway, broad-shouldered and with the kindest eyes. But he was there. He was home. Fondness kindled within him as he crossed the room. Eden lifted her head and quieted long enough to blink up at her father, damp eyelashes clumped together. 

“Look who’s back,” you cooed, stroking her arm. “Is that Daddy?” 

“Hey,” Bucky breathed, bending down to kiss both of your foreheads. “I missed you two.” 

Before he could pull too far away, you grasped the hem of his shirt, and turned your face upwards. He understood the silent request, and leaned back down to press his lips to yours. You wished you could’ve melted into his affection and become one with it. A disgruntled gargle from Eden made him pull away, and the sound went on to morph into a steady cry. 

He hadn’t seen the height of her frustration, the louder wails and clenched fists—all because she hadn’t taken her afternoon nap. She’d grown calmer in the time since you put Jamie to bed, but the strain of the whole ordeal was beginning to weigh down on you. Seeing the scrunch of her little nose and the flush of her cheeks made guilt churn within you, thick and relentless. You couldn’t help but think you hadn’t tried hard enough to ensure she stuck to her routine, even though all you seemed to do was try to get things right. 

At the sight of her father’s hands extending towards her, Eden leaned towards him like a flower to the sun. In the security of his arms, she pressed her face into the warmth of his neck as she sniffled. Bucky’s hand splayed over the entirety of her back as he rubbed it and began to sway. She grew calmer with each moment that passed, and a more palpable stillness settled within the room before long. Only when Bucky spoke up did you realize you’d relaxed into the cushions of the chair and allowed your eyes to slip closed. 

“Honey?” he repeated softly. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed? I’ll make sure she gets settled in.” There was a laxity to his shoulders as Eden chased sleep from the comfort of his arms. When he gave you a reassuring nod towards the door, you pushed yourself to your feet with a hum of appreciation. On your way out of the room, you kissed Eden and whispered goodnight as she peered at you through heavy eyelids. 

Later, Bucky sauntered into the master bathroom yawning into his fist. He’d changed into the pajamas you’d gotten him for his birthday that year. You caught his gaze in the mirror as you stood at your sink, and the small smile he offered set your feet into motion towards him. He stilled as you wrapped your arms around him and angled your face into the firmness of his chest to breathe him in. 

His absences had grown somewhat easier over the years. The art of missing him was a dance in which he wasn’t there to steady your steps, or catch you if you fell. But you’d learned to adjust to the periods in which you couldn’t ask him for a hand, or relish the sound of his laughter ringing out like a song. Even Jamie and Eden missed him in their own ways, often bringing up Dada or pointing to his face in pictures. Because when he’s around, things run a little bit smoother and are a whole lot sweeter. 

It wasn’t until you sniffled that he peeked down at you. Before you could wipe the tears that had begun to fall, he cupped your face and looked at you like you were responsible for the way his world kept turning. In a motion perfected by time, he ran the pads of his thumbs across the delicate skin beneath your eyes. More tears continued to flow, but he stayed right there to catch them as if they were a sacred rain. After a day that had been so demanding of your time and attention, it was only a matter of time before your emotions bubbled over. 

Bucky lowered his hands to your waist and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the kindest, most selfless person I know, you know that?” 

“Bucky…” heat rose to your cheeks, but the corners of your lips still twitched upwards. It was nice having your efforts acknowledged, especially by him. Because when it came to the way he felt about you, he always spoke with an honesty that cut straight to the innermost part of you. 

“The kids and I are beyond lucky,” he continued. “You’re too good to us.” 

You kissed him because you didn’t know what else to say. He smiled into it, and you pulled away just enough to murmur against his upturned lips, “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“It’s good to be back.” 

— 5 YEARS LATER —

The evening Bucky returned, the sound of Eden’s laughter and hurried footsteps met him before she did. He had just enough time to set his bags down before she darted into the mudroom and embraced him. That was all it took to bring a smile to his lips and a fullness to his heart. She squealed when he hoisted her into his arms and uttered a greeting between playful kisses to her temple. 

“Daddy, daddy—we have a surprise for you. But you have to close your eyes first.” She squirmed as a sign for him to put her down, and beamed up at him when her feet hit the floor. “Take my hand. And don’t peek.” He closed his eyes and extended his hand. “No peeking.” 

A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I won’t, sunshine, I won’t.” 

Bucky held true to his word as she guided him into the kitchen. He heard Jamie snicker first, then you. A smirk had begun to inch its way across his own face. 

“Okay, you can look,” she announced. 

There were balloons, a welcome home poster, and you’d even cooked a modest dinner spread composed of some of his favorite foods—it smelled amazing. Warmth coursed through him as he huffed out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. Few things made him bashful, and yet the three of you always found a way. 

He couldn’t help but grin as he took a step closer to the poster taped to the wall. Jamie crashed into him with a hug, “Do you like it? I drew all the stars and the people in action poses. Mom and Eden did the words and the hearts.” 

“I love it,” Bucky gave the boy a squeeze. 

A sweet smile bloomed on your face when he met your gaze. “We figured we’d do something special. It’s been a while since we’ve gone all out.” 

He gave you a look that was brimming with gratitude, and his voice was sincere when it came out, “You didn’t have to go through the trouble.” 

“You’re not allowed to say that.” Bucky’s shrug was only half apologetic as he made his way over to you. The moment his hands found your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked his lips. When he leaned back in for more, you only placed a featherlight kiss on the tip of his nose. He made a disgruntled sound, and swiftly landed a peck on your lips before you could move away. 

“Gotcha,” he breathed. 

“‘Cause I let you.” You quipped, pulling away. “Who’s ready to eat? I say we start digging in.” You shot him a wink as the kids skipped to sink with a chorus of enthusiastic cheers. Bucky swore he wouldn’t trade the three of you for anything else this life had to offer.

After the kids went to bed that night, you’d tried to fill Bucky in on what happened during his time away. But it was hard to focus with him pressing kisses to your bare shoulder and rubbing your thigh. Both of you sat with your backs against the headboard, and your legs intertwined. You eventually stopped talking and crawled over top of him to straddle his lap. There was nothing roguish about the smile he gave you. If anything, it was a little tired but filled with a whole lot of love. He pinched the smooth satin of your nightgown between his fingers. It was new, you’d bought it while he was gone. 

“I promise I was listening to you, doll. You just look so pretty,” his voice was soft and honest. 

You were struck with a sudden gratitude for the fact that he was the one you got to do life with; this handsome man who wore his heart on his sleeve and was the best father to your children. Who made you feel beautiful and capable even when you didn’t see it yourself. Who put his all into everything he did. 

Wordlessly, you lowered the thin straps from your shoulders, causing the front of the dress to droop. It was an invitation and an offering. You never minded giving yourself to him because he’d already given you more than you’d be able to ask for in a million lifetimes. You’d spend the rest of forever giving him every inch of your love, and he’d do the same for you. 

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[imwall-e]

My SuperHero

Pairing : Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary : Your son wants be someone special for Halloween.

Bucky always thought he was a monster, that he didn't deserve happiness. It changed when he met you. When you said yes. When you became Mrs Barnes. And when you gave him a child. A son. Still, the thoughts were here sometimes. Haunting him. What stopped them for good was what his son did on the day of Halloween. He only said "Dad, I'm dressing up as my favourite super hero". You and your son didn't want to tell him who it was, even if he was sure it was Captain America or Iron Man. Until he saw the toddler standing in the living room, his left arm made of aluminium, a red star on the shoulder. "Tell your dad what you told me", you said, standing near Bucky. "Dad, you are my favourite superhero."

[noturlondonboy]

Fireworks Weren’t on the Menu

-Bishova 4th of July Oneshot

Masterlist

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (established)

Summary: We’re getting the band back together! At Clint’s farm, specially- for the 4th of July. Nobody thinks to warn Yelena about the fireworks.

Warnings: panic attack, angst, not proof read

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: some domestic Bishova fluff and Avengers family shenanigan followed by the angst that none of them can escape. Enjoy <3

“I still don’t understand the point of this silly holiday,” Yelena grumbles aloud, pouting as she helps Kate grab blankets and coolers from the back of their car.

”Yeah, I think it’s overrated, but it’s also an easy excuse to take work off and spend some fun time with family.” Her wife shrugs and props a cooler up on her shoulder. Yelena gives herself a moment to admire the strain in her muscles between her pouting, and Kate just laughs and rolls her eyes when she catches her.

”You guys are late!” Natasha’s voice calls out, and Yelena grins widely as she bounds over to her sister, coolers completely forgotten.

“But you love us, so you cannot even be mad,” Yelena coos, her eyes wide and innocent as she throws her arms around the redhead’s neck and squishes their cheeks together.

Natasha giggles, arms looping around Yelena’s waist to hug her back. “Maybe I’ll just have to tickle you to get back at you.”

The blonde shrieks and jumps a foot in the air, leaping back so quickly that she bumps into Kate and subsequently knocks the brunette over. The coolers topple, luckily not spilling, but they both still wince at the loud sound.

”Sorry, darling,” Yelena says quickly, grabbing Kate’s hands and pulling her up to her feet. “Are you okay?”

Kate nods and brushes a stand of hair from Yelena’s face, pressing a kiss between her eyebrows. “Yes, silly. Grab a cooler for me? Nat, can you get the blankets?”

The assassin’s both nod, grabbing their respective items and heading into Clint’s house behind Kate, chatting happily.

The atmosphere on the Barton farm is light and happy, and Yelena’s smile is infectious. Kate follows behind her wife with a content smile on her lips, eyes bright as they greet their friends and family.

”So! What is the plan for today?” Yelena asks at one point, her hands moving efficiently as she chops up a watermelon.

“Well, there’s a pool with some water toys outside for the kids, and the dogs are all running around, and Clint is getting some games out while the food is finishing, so it should just be kinda open and relaxed.” Kate finishes slicing the strawberries, her tongue poking at the inside of her cheek as she lines them up on a cake to make the red stripes of the American flag. “Plus, once the kids are asleep, I hear Natasha and Bucky are planning to break out a few bottles.”

Yelena can’t stop the grin on her face as she continues to chop, going on autopilot as she glances to her archer. “Sounds like fun.”

Kate scoffs amusedly, her tone light. “I’m a little scared to see Steve drunk.”

Yelena hums, going back to her watermelon, but stops after a moment. “He can’t get drunk.”

The archer shrugs. “Thor is bringing Asgardian ale just for him and Bucky. Should be interesting.”

The blonde barks out a laugh, her eyes scrunching. “The star spangled man, tipsy on alien alcohol.”

“Clint’s camera will be out,” Kate chuckles softly.

The two of them melt into a comfortable silence, humming and working around each other as they prepare separate dishes in the coolness of the kitchen.

“Lena?”

“Kate Bishop?”

“I love you.”

Yelena’s expression melts into adoring gooeyness, and she spins happily into her wife’s arms, their lips meeting softly in kiss after kiss after kiss as Kate dips her, their cheeks rosey.

“And I love you.”

——

“LITTLE BARTON!”

Yelena’s shriek echoes around the open space, catching several people’s attention as the blonde is mobbed by Nathanial and Cooper, armed to the teeth with water guns. She’s laughing and screaming playfully as they soak her, her own hands empty of any weapon as she scrambles around the pool in search of equipment.

Kate watches the scene with a glowing heart, her arms folding over her chest as she dries off from swimming.

“Cheating! This is cheating! I am unarmed! Clint Barton, your children are ruthless!” Yelena yells, her cheeks aching with open mouthed laughter. She shrieks as Nathanial throws his little frame at her, and she catches him before he can sink beneath the water, her head tilting back to avoid his splashes.

“Kate Bishoooop! Save meeeee!” she wails, eyes scrunched happily as she pleads for mercy.

Kate giggles and sips at her drink before jogging over to the pool, diving in and swimming under the water towards Yelena’s legs. With an over exaggerated roar, she bursts from the water, scooping up her wife and Nathaniel into her arms. Nathaniel shrieks with laughter, his limbs flailing in an attempt to escape, and Cooper rescues him from Kate’s hold with a coy smile.

The two women giggle loudly, brushing their noses together. “My white knight,” Yelena beams, blinking water from her eyes.

“My lady,” Kate smiles back, her cheeks flushed and she covers Yelena’s face with kisses.

Cooper makes a gagging noise at the same time that Nathaniel wiggles from his arms to join in on the love, his little body scooped back into the embrace of the two women and his soft cheeks smothered in little pecks as he squeals in delight.

——

“Kate Bishop, pleaseeee, I cannot eat another bite,” Yelena begs, clutching her full stomach even as her eyes twinkle and she accepts the brownie in Kate’s hand.

Her wife just smiles brightly, an eyebrow raised. “Not another bite? Maybe you’ll have some room for dessert later, though, right?”

Yelena gives her a knowing look. “You know I always have room for dessert, love.”

Kate grins. “I know.”

Clint’s voice rings out over the group a few minutes later as the sun begins to set. “Okay, who’s ready for fireworks?”

People whoop and holler, their cheers excited. Steve looks particularly amped, but that may be the asgardian ale. Who’s to say, really.

Yelena’s brow furrows and she watches in confusion as small boxes and tubes are set up on a patio out in the middle of the field, with most of the boys crowded around them excitedly. Bucky and Sam lag behind, looking perfectly content to rest in their chairs and whisper to each other.

“Kate, what are…” she starts to say, her words peetering off when she glances over and sees Kate’s chair empty. Yelena hums, looking around the yard for her wife and spotting her showing Laura something on her phone. She lets out a soft sigh and stands after finishing her brownie, stretching her arms above her head and wincing at the crackling in her joints.

Yelena stops to say hi to Darcy and Carole on her way over, oohing and awing over Carole’s powers for a minute before waving with a smile and continuing on her way. She’s about halfway to Kate when the first explosion goes off.

Something in Yelena’s blood boils, her ears ringing as her body instinctively blanches away from the noise. Except that the noise is everywhere, and there are showers of light burning the sky open.

She’s in the Red Room again. Women are bleeding in her arms, skin burnt away and bullet holes riddling their bodies.

Her body is tucked away on the ground when she stumbles blindly and smacks her head on something, and the concrete is the only thing keeping her from screaming out. Something warm drips from her face. Blood coats her hands. There’s another explosion. Her ears ring. Her head swims violently.

There are hands clawing at her stomach, tearing away at her insides in a desperate attempt to be free. Her palms slap painfully over her ears, nails digging into the side of her head as she tries to curl her body into a ball, but the explosions are surrounding her, drowning her, burning her-

Hands are on Yelena’s body, hands that are warm and kind and safe, but she flinches away from them so violently that she physically gags, her tongue coated in bile as her stomach roils. Her elbows split open on the pavement, her feet kicking out blindly as her mouth opens in a scream that she can’t hear.

Everything is wrong. Everything is bad. Everything is burning.

She spends minutes in a haze of terror and sorrow. Hours. Days. Eternities. It starts with the Red Room, and it ends with the Red Room. She ends with the Red Room. She is nothing but the Red Room.

No one escapes. No one gets out. Fire is coating her skin and tugging at her nerves, sizzling them away as the memory of needle stabs and cold gun muzzles shoot through her stomach.

Yelena heaves again, something gritty in her eyes when she presses her forehead into the ground hard enough for a rock to cut into her temple, and she coughs so sharply that her stomach twists into painful knots.

“Yelena, sister. You’re not there. He’s not here. You’re safe. Yelena. Yelena.”

Her hand instinctively slaps out in a fist, connecting sharply with something that makes a noise in retaliation, but Yelena can only wail as her chest constricts and she slams her hands back over her ears. The explosions continue, and they rattle her skull, make her lips buzz, causing her to bite down into her tongue and fill her mouth with sticky metal.

Yelena gags again, coughing and spitting, her head swimming and eyes going blurry when the pavement underneath is suddenly awash in red that relflects the horrible things exploding in the sky.

“Yelena, Yelena, Yelena.”

The tears in her eyes feel like blood, and she can only scream.

——

Yelena doesn’t register that she even exists until what feels like hours later, when she finally blinks her eyes open to see the familiar faces of Natasha and Bucky, and not blood raining down from the sky like hellfire.

“Where am I…?” she croaks out in Russian, her tongue dry and thick and her lips feeling as if they’re about to crack.

Bucky is holding her head gently in his lap, his tired eyes kind as the cool metal of his arm stokes sweaty hair from her forehead. Natasha’s hands are oh-so gentle as she cups her sister’s cheeks, as if she’s afraid Yelena’s will break if she’s handled any harder.

“We’re at Clint’s place, Yelena,” Natasha says softly, switching to their mother tongue in a smooth motion. The familiar accent is like a balm on Yelena’s ears, so much gentler than the explosions that had rocked the sky.

“You had a panic attack, little bear.” Bucky rests his metal fingers against her eyebrows, and the temperature contrast heightens her awareness of just how warm her body feels. “A nasty one, too,” he continues, also in Russian. His deep voice is soft and raspy, and settles Yelena comfortably into a sense of familiarity that helps her breath come easier.

Yelena blinks up at them both, the muscles behind her eyes sore. “What…?”

“Fireworks,” her sister explains, shifting to settle back down with Yelena’s hand in her own. “They’re a traditional part of the 4th of July. You remember those neighborhood parties we would have back in Ohio? Yeah. We didn’t… I never thought to mention them.” There’s guilt in her voice, her green eyes haunted as she scans Yelena’s form over and over, as if looking for injuries.

“It’s okay, Talia,” Bucky mutters gently, his free hand resting on her knee. “I didn’t either. Neither did Kate. Nobody did.”

Yelena blinks again, her head starting to pound now that the world exists in her perception again. “So we’re not… everything’s okay?” she mumbles, one of her hands coming up to rub weakly at her forehead.

Bucky and Natasha both nod in tandem. “Everything’s okay.”

A heavy sigh falls from Yelena’s lips, and she lets herself sink back into Bucky’s lap, stretching her legs out in front of her from the awkward, curled up position they had been in. “Son of a bitch…” she mutters to herself, her hands flexing uneasily over her stomach.

Her sister laughs softly, her expression starting to ease. “Yeah. Son of a bitch.”

“How are you feeling?” Bucky asks her gently some time later, his metal fingers careful as he works at some of the kinks in her hair.

“Like shit,” Yelena mutters back, a groan in the back of her throat.

“Fair enough.”

They all sit in comfortable silence with each other for several minutes before Yelena lets out a deep sigh and cracks her eyes back open. “Where is Kate?”

“I think she’s distracting herself with the dogs right now,” Natasha murmurs. “Do you want me to go get her?”

Yelena nods. “Please.”

Bucky stops Natasha before she can get up, gingerly moving Yelena’s head from his lap to her sister’s. “I can go, Natalia. I need to go make sure my husband isn’t doing anything stupid, anyway.”

Natasha’s eyes are grateful, and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, James.”

The super soldier nods and exits the room after giving Yelena a soft look, his footsteps silent on the hardwood. He keeps the door open a crack behind him, and Kate’s face appears through it a minute later.

“Ekaterina,” Yelena murmurs once she sees her.

Kate’s entire body seems to droop in relief, and she pushes her way into the room when her wife beckons for her. “Hi, baby,” she says softly, her eyes distraught as she sits on the floor next to the two Widows.

Yelena takes her hand immediately and brings it to her lips, pressing featherlight kisses to each calloused knuckle before resting the familiar, slender fingers against her forehead. “Are you alright?” she asks gently in English, accent thick.

Kate nods and uses her other hand to cup Yelena’s cheek. “I should be the one asking you that, my love,” she murmurs. “I didn’t think to warn you about the fireworks. I’m sorry.”

“I am okay now, Kate Bishop.” The blonde gives a weak smile and pushes to sit up with a groan, and both her sister and her wife wrap their arms around her shoulders to help prop her up. “Just… feel like soggy noodles.”

The archer gives a small nod. “Can I hold you?”

Yelena sinks into her embrace without hesitation, her cheek pressing into Kate’s collarbone. She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her brain relaxing further at the comforting scent of cinnamon and flannel. “I am sorry for scaring you, Kate.”

Two pairs of arms wrap around her, Natasha’s red hair tickling her cheek as Kate rubs absently at the knots in her back. “Don’t be. It’s okay. We’re okay.”

“Did I ruin the silly little July 4th?” the blonde whispers after a moment, her eyes half lidded as she stares at the wall through Kate’s ponytail.

“No, baby. Not at all. Everyone just wants to make sure you’re okay.”

Yelena groans loudly and presses her face into her wife’s neck. “Great, all those posers have their attention on me.”

Both Kate and Natasha rumble a soft laugh. “Those posers are your family, and they love you very much.”

“I know, I know.” Yelena presses closer to Kate. “Can we just… stay in here for a bit? Please?”

“Of course, my love.” Kate rests her hand on the nape of her wife’s neck, tucking her under her chin while Natasha continues to run her fingers down Yelena’s spine.

“We can stay here as long as you need.”

[espinosaurusrexex]

So for those of you who don’t know…

I work with kids in a really bougee hotel and one of my kid’s (single!) dad is a freaking pilot. AND LIKE OWNS SEVERAL PLANES (like whaaaaat??) and I don’t know if it’s his adorable son that adores me or the fact that he has shoulder long dark brown hair or that he’s so freaking attractive and nice - I’m afksjkfhs 😩😩😭

I need Single!Dad!Bucky fic recs asap!!!

[kitty384]

The Quiet Between Heartbeats

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader Genre: Soft angst / hurt-comfort Word Count: ~1,400 Summary: Bucky’s been unraveling quietly, weighed down by ghosts he won’t speak of—so you keep your secret close, afraid it might be too much for him. But when the truth finally comes out, it shatters something open in both of you… and maybe that’s exactly what healing looks like.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, PTSD, emotional vulnerability, fear of fatherhood, pregnancy reveal.

Bucky had been off lately.

Not cold. Not cruel. Just… somewhere else.

He still kissed your forehead in the mornings, still wrapped an arm around your waist in bed, but you could feel the shift—like his mind was always one step behind the moment. You’d ask him if he was okay, and he’d smile that small, tired smile and say, "Yeah, just tired, doll."

But it wasn’t just tired.

And it definitely wasn’t just him.

You hadn’t told him yet.

You hadn’t told anyone.

The test had come back positive five days ago. Five days of pacing the suite, staring at the tiny stick like it held your entire future. Five days of hugging your secret to your chest while the man you loved quietly unraveled around the edges.

You were scared.

Not of him hurting you. Never that.

But scared that this thing—the one thing you never even let yourself hope for—might break the man who already thought he was made of broken pieces.

You had just stepped out of the bathroom, the third time that day you’d gotten sick, when you found him standing in the middle of the living room. Still. Silent.

“Hey,” you said softly.

He didn’t answer.

You watched his jaw flex before he finally turned to you. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Your breath caught. “What?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing now. “You’ve been off. Distant. You’ve barely eaten. You’ve been sick every morning, and don’t say it’s a stomach bug—I’ve seen this before.”

You froze.

He kept going. “Are you sick? Are you dying?” His voice cracked at that. “Because if you are, I swear to God—”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted.

Silence.

Utter, bone-deep silence.

Bucky stopped mid-step, his entire body going still. His eyes met yours, wide and unreadable, and he didn’t say a word.

You swallowed hard, twisting your fingers together. “I was trying to find the right moment. I didn’t want to make things worse if you were already struggling.”

He blinked once. Then again. His voice was low when he finally spoke. “You… you’re sure?”

You nodded. “I took three tests.”

His breath hitched. You saw him reach for the back of the couch like he needed it to stay upright. His head dropped between his shoulders.

You waited.

And waited.

And waited.

“Bucky?” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Say something.”

He looked up—and your heart nearly broke. Because there were tears in his eyes. Not of joy. Not yet.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said. “I don’t know how to be a father. I don’t even know how to be a man half the time.”

You stepped forward, slowly. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to be here.”

“But what if I mess it up?” he whispered. “What if I hurt her without meaning to? What if—what if my past—”

“Your past doesn’t define you, Bucky.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “It’s still there. I wake up in the middle of the night and check to make sure my hands are clean. I still have nightmares. What if she sees me like that? What if she’s afraid of me?”

You walked straight up to him and placed his trembling hands on your stomach.

“Then I’ll remind her that her father is the bravest, kindest, most loving man I’ve ever known. And I’ll remind you that this child was made from love. Not fear.”

He stared at your stomach, like he was seeing it for the first time. Like it was too much to process all at once.

And then, his hands moved—one resting flat, the other cupping your side. His forehead pressed against yours.

“You’re really pregnant?” he asked, barely more than a breath.

You nodded, whispering, “Yeah.”

He inhaled deeply, the weight of everything he was feeling crashing into him at once. Then, so softly it broke your heart:

“I don’t deserve this.”

You cupped his face, brushing away a tear with your thumb. “You do. You deserve all of it, Buck. A home. A family. This.”

He kissed you like it was the only way he knew how to say thank you—desperate and trembling and slow.

And when he pulled back, he dropped to his knees and rested his forehead against your belly, hands holding you like you were made of glass.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered. “It’s your dad. And I promise... I’m gonna fight like hell to be everything you need.”

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Justice!

Warning- Pure fluff, dad Bucky is back!

You had only been gone for an hour. An hour. And yet, Bucky was certain this had been the longest sixty minutes of his life.  

Samuel, their chubby little boy, had been a force of nature from the moment you left. He was fast, too fast for someone who could barely crawl. Every time Bucky sat down, Samuel was off again, his little diapered bottom wiggling as he made his way across the living room floor.  

Bucky had just managed to sit down, sighing in relief, when Samuel appeared in front of him. The baby paused, giving his father a wide, toothless grin before resuming his journey, his diaper rustling as he crawled toward the couch.  

But then, Bucky made the mistake of blinking.  

The next thing he heard was a tiny, pitiful whimper. His heart stopped for a second, and he shot up from his seat, eyes scanning the room.  

“Sammy?”  

And then he saw him.  

Somehow, some way, Samuel had managed to wedge himself between the couch and the wall. His tiny hands pawed at the air, his lower lip wobbling, big teary eyes looking up at Bucky with utter betrayal. The moment their eyes met, Samuel made grabby hands, whimpering louder.  

Bucky was already there, scooping his son into his arms, rubbing his little back. “Hey…hey, I gotcha, buddy. You're okay, you’re safe.”  

Samuel sniffled against his father’s shoulder, then suddenly after few seconds, stiffened.

With an angry pout, he turned his head and pointed furiously at the couch, his chubby finger shaking with righteous indignation.  

Bucky blinked, totally confused, “Uh… what?”  

Samuel huffed and blew a raspberry against Bucky’s cheek, then for good measure, wiped his snot on his father’s shoulder.  

Bucky sighed, shaking his head, “Yeah, okay. I deserved that.”  

Samuel pointed again, demanding justice.  

Bucky followed his finger, realization dawning. “You want me to scold the couch?”  

Samuel nodded, more like wobbled a bit but it counts as a nod.  

Bucky sighed, then turned to the inanimate offender. “Bad couch. Bad. How dare you eat my son? No one scares my boy!” He gave it a small kick for good measure.  

Samuel beamed, his tears forgotten. He clapped his hands, babbling in delight.

Justice had been served.  

Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice. “Buck? You home?”  

Samuel’s entire body tensed on happiness. He turned his head and let out an excited squeal, his tiny hands flailing.  

Uncle Steve was here.  

Bucky opened the door, and Steve barely had time to step inside before Samuel was reaching for him, babbling excitedly. Steve grinned and took his godson into his arms. “Hey, buddy! How’s my favorite little guy doing?”  

Samuel, however, had more important matters to discuss. He turned, chubby finger once again pointing at the couch, his face serious.  

Steve glanced at Bucky, confused, “Uh… what’s going on?”  

Bucky was already laughing. “Oh, Sammy got stuck behind the couch. I scolded it, but I think he wants justice from you too.”  

Steve, ever the protective godfather, turned to the couch, his expression darkening. “You did what to my godson?”  

Samuel nodded dramatically.  

Steve took a step forward, holding Samuel securely, “I oughta flip you over for that.”  

Then, for good measure, he kicked the couch, not too hard, but enough to make a statement.  

Samuel erupted into happy giggles, clapping his hands in victory.  

Steve turned back to Bucky, smirking. “That good enough?”  

Bucky, still chuckling, nodded. “Oh yeah. Couch is officially an enemy now.”  

Samuel, still in Steve’s arms, let out a satisfied sigh, resting his head against his godfather’s shoulder.

Justice had been served, delightfully.  

And the couch would never be trusted again.  

By the time you got home, the apartment was oddly quiet.  

Too quiet.  

Which, considering you had left your husband alone with your crawling tornado of a baby, was either a very good thing… or a very, very bad thing.  

Kicking off your shoes, you stepped into the living room, only to find Bucky and Steve sitting on the floor, Samuel curled up in Bucky’s arms, half-asleep with a content little sigh.  

Your heart melted at the sight. “Aww, did my baby boy wear you two out?”  

Bucky looked up at you, a smug smile on his face. “Oh, you have no idea.”  

You walked over and sat beside him, reaching out to brush a hand over Samuel’s soft curls. “What happened?”  

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, your son had a run-in with the couch.”  

Your brows furrowed. “The couch?”  

Bucky nodded, face completely serious. “It tried to eat him.”  

You blinked, “I…what?”  

Samuel, barely awake, lifted his head just enough to point at the offending piece of furniture. Even half-asleep, he still looked determined.  

Bucky nodded solemnly. “Don’t worry. We took care of it.”  

Steve leaned in conspiratorially. “We scolded it. I kicked it.”  

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “You kicked… our couch?”  

Bucky grinned. “Had to. Sammy demanded justice.”  

Steve nodded in agreement. “It was the only way.”  

You glanced between the two of them, then down at your son, who looked so incredibly pleased with himself, before shaking your head with a laugh. “You two are ridiculous.”  

Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Maybe. But look at him.”  

You did. And your heart ached with love at the sight of your baby, safe and happy in his father’s arms.  

Bucky pressed a kiss to Samuel’s forehead, then rested his chin on top of his son’s head, his voice softer now. “Y’know… I spent so long fighting alone. Protecting myself, looking over my shoulder, making sure I was the only one who had to take the hits...” He glanced at Steve, then back at you. “But now… I don’t have to do it alone anymore. Even if the enemy is just a couch.”  

You leaned into him, kissing his cheek. “No, you don’t.”  

Steve clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back, Buck. Always.”  

Samuel let out a tiny, sleepy sigh, burrowing further into his dad’s chest. Bucky smiled, his heart full.  

Yeah. He wasn’t alone anymore.  

And the couch? It had been defeated.  

Justice had been served.  

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Father Bucky / Young reader

Steve received an odd text at 6:13am.

'I need your help, Steve. Meet me at this location. :location shared:'

Steve stared at it for a while trying to think who it could be. His number was encrypted and impossible to find.

He showed Tony and they agreed to go out to the location, with weapons... Just in case.

When they arrived they found it was an abandoned bus stop half an hour out of the city.

And to their surprise when they pulled up they found James Barnes of all people, with a child around five years old cuddled up next to him.

Bucky looked rough, his hair and beard longer.

"Steve." He said as he grabbed your hand and rushed towards Steve and hugged him tightly.

"Buck? What's going on? How are you here?" He asked as Bucky did his best to not cry while he hugged his best friend.

"I didn't know what else to do. I could've kept running my entire life, but I won't let it happen to her." Bucky said as he pulled away and Steve looked down at you.

He smiled and kneeled down to your eye level.

"Hi, sweetheart. What's your name?" He said as you held onto Bucky's hand and looked up to him for reassurance, he smiled and nodded to you letting you know Steve was safe.

"I'm Y/N." You said as he smiled.

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you. I'm Steve." He replied as you smiled a little.

"Let's get you guys out of here, how does that sound?" Steve asked as you nodded.

Tony opened the car for you and Bucky to sit in the back.

Bucky helped to seatbelt you in and you looked around the expensive car.

"Daddy, where are we going?" You asked as Bucky looked at you.

"Somewhere safe, darling. You don't need to be afraid." He reassured you as you nodded and held onto his hand.

"How old are you, sweetie?" Tony asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

"I'm turning five next month." You replied making them smile.

"Well, we'll have to make sure you have a very special birthday."

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They finally arrived back at the tower and you had fallen asleep on Bucky.

He carried you out of the car and followed them into the tower.

"So, is she your kid?" Tony asked as Bucky nodded.

"Yeah... It's a long story." He muttered sadly as they nodded.

"Let's get her into a bed." Steve said as they made it up to one of the higher floors where the rooms were.

Bucky laid you down on the bed and tucked you in.

"Let's talk in the room across the hall, that way we're still close to her." Tony said they nodded and followed him into the next room.

Bucky sat on the bed and sighed deeply.

"I'm so sorry to do this, but I couldn't keep running. I promised I would keep her safe and that's what I plan to do." Bucky whispered as he looked down, they could tell how exhausted he was.

"How about we talk about all of this later? You go rest with the kid." Tony replied making Bucky smile softly.

He entered your room and curled up beside you where you instantly cuddled into him.

He closed his eyes and hugged you tightly to his chest while you slept peacefully.

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Our Safe Place

Here’s , PART ONE (this can be read as stand alone)

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Bucky ; a new father cherishes the first day home with his newborn daughter, tenderly adjusting to their new life together. AS a family of four...including alpine.

Word Count: 2.5k ish

Warnings/Tags: FLUFFYYY Pregnancy mentioned , birth mentioned but not showed , newborn baby , girl dad Bucky , amazing domestic husband bucky , postpartum symptoms mentioned , alpine featured 🐾

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Authors Note: aaaaand im back with MORE domestic dad buckyyyyy you guys have been eating UP my last ones so heres more of my fav thing ever to write enjoyyy 💖

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The hospital room was perfectly quiet , save for the soft squeaks of your newborn baby daughter snuggled right against your chest. 

Sunlight streamed through the window , catching on the pale blue and white hospital blanket wrapped around her tiny little body. 

Bucky was at your side , broad shoulders somehow more tense than usual,  his eyes locked on the baby like she might vanish if he blinked or looked away for more than just a second.

You reached up to squeeze his hand. “Buck, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing.”

He stopped , blinking like he’d just realized he’d been moving. “Sorry, doll. I just… can’t believe she’s here. That she’s ours.”

You smiled , brushing your thumb over the soft fuzz of your baby’s squishy pink cheek. “She’s perfect.”

He leaned down , pressing a kiss to your forehead , then to the baby’s. “Yeah she really is.”

A gentle knock on the door had you both looking up. 

A nurse poked her head in , smiling. “Alright , Mrs. Barnes , we’re all set to take you and this little one home.”

Bucky’s entire face lit up like the sun had decided to live there. 

He eagerly reached for the car seat , his big hands careful and sure , and you couldn’t help but watch as he fumbled with the straps at first but got it perfect , then gently placed your daughter inside. She let out a soft coo of disapproval for settled in once Bucky rubbed her belly.

“Ready to go , mama?” he asked , his voice soft looking at you like the most precious thing he's ever witnessed.

“Ready,” you breathed.

Bucky knelt in front of the car seat , adjusting her little onesie. 

“Hey, peanut,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her tiny fingers. “Ready for your first car ride? You're gonna do great Daddy’s got you.”

You watched him , heart so full it felt like it might split open and pour out. This was the same man who once believed he didn’t deserve soft things , didn’t deserve a family. 

Now he was here , gently adjusting the hat on his newborn’s head , tears in his eyes.

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They had to wheel you out in the wheelchair , you insisted you could walk just fine but it was hospital policy , it made you feel a little silly seeing everyone watch you get rolled through the halls. 

Bucky walked beside you , the car seat cradled in his strong arms like the most precious cargo in the world , because it was. 

Every nurse and doctor your little family passed gave you both soft , knowing smiles. Some even paused to peek at your daughter , cooing and offering congratulations and compliments.

At the exit , the nurse stopped to hold the door for you two, and Bucky looked at you over the top of the car seat.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Better than okay,” you said , your eyes locked on him , on the little girl sleeping so peacefully in her seat. “Let’s go home.”

He nodded , his lips parting in a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Home,” he echoed.

Outside , the air was fresh and cool , the city’s noise a comforting hum around you. 

Bucky kept glancing at the baby every few steps , his lips moving in a silent prayer of thanks. When he reached the car , he hesitated for a moment , then gently placed the carrier in the backseat.

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You settled in the backseat next to your daughter , your left hand coming up and resting on the side of the car seat. Bucky double-checked every buckle , every strap , then checked them again. 

When he finally climbed into the driver’s seat , he looked at you in the mirror.

“Buckle tight enough?” he asked.

“Yes, Bucky,” you said, laughter in your voice. “She’s safe.”

He started the car , but every stoplight on the way home he twisted around, one hand braced on the seat to make sure you were both okay. “She’s still breathing, right?”

You grinned. “She’s perfect, Buck.”

“Just checking,” he said, his voice low, but you could hear the smile there too.

Or at every stop sign a quick “My girls alright?” eyes still on the road and you of course reassured you two were safe and content.

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By the time he pulled into your apartment’s parking spot , you were both exhausted but filled to the brim with excitement. 

Bucky practically sprinted around the car to open the door for you , helping you stand even though you insisted you were fine again.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured , his metal arm around your waist , the other hand on the car seat handle gripping it securely.

Inside , the apartment smelled faintly of the vanilla candle you’d left burning last time you were here. The last time you were a family of just two.

The sun was beginning to set , a golden glow bouncing off the skyline , and it felt like the entire place exhaled in relief—like it had been waiting for you to come back , to bring this new little life home.

He settled you in the bedroom , propping up pillows behind you on the bed , grabbing your water bottle , and pulling the beedside baby cart you two made right up beside you. “Alright, mama. You comfortable?”

“More than,” you said , reaching out for the car seat.

He lifted it up to the bed , easing your daughter out with hands that dwarfed her tiny form. 

He laid her in your arms , his hand lingering on the blanket.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “You brought her into the world. You’re… just amazing.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “Bucky…”

He shook his head, his own eyes wet. “No, let me say it. You’re everything and more.”

As you shifted the baby in your arms getting you two perfectly comfortable , a soft meow cut through the quiet. 

Alpine , your sweet white cat , hopped onto the bed , her bright eyes locked on the new little bundle in your arms.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you murmured. “Come meet your little sister.”

Bucky hovered, watching carefully , but Alpine seemed to understand. 

She softly nosed at the baby’s blanket smelling her , then curled up against your side , purring.

“She’s already protective,” Bucky said , a smile pulling at his lips.

“Just like her daddy,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, but you could see the way his shoulders relaxed. “Just want her to be safe. Both of you.”

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You fed the baby while Bucky unpacked the hospital bags , moving around the apartment , he’d been waiting years for this moment. He’d pause every so often , peeking over at you , checking if you needed refills on water, a snack , a different pillow, anything he could grab you or the baby.

When he finally finished , he settled beside you on the bed. You switched on the TV, a soft , cozy baking show filling the quiet with gentle chatter.

He took the baby from your arms , settling her against his broad chest. She let out a tiny sigh , her little hand curled in his shirt , her cheek squished into his soft tshirt..

You watched him , the way his shoulders softened, the way his lips curved into that toothy private smile he saved just for you and now your daughter. 

“You’re cute,” you laughed kissing his cheek. 

You pushed yourself to stand , wincing only a little at the tenderness and soreness from only giving birth the day before. “I’m going to shower. Get the hospital funk off of me.”

Bucky looked up , concern flickering over his face. “You sure you’re okay? I can help–”

You pressed a comforting kiss to his temple. “I’m okay. I’ll be quick ill use that fancy shower chair you got me” You winked , standing up.

He nodded , but as you padded toward the bathroom , you heard him talking softly to your daughter.

“You know, peanut,” he murmured , his voice low and reverent, “you’ve got the best mama in the world.”

She squeaked , a tiny noise , and he chuckled. “Yeah, I agree. She’s the strongest. And the kindest. And the most beautiful of all the mamas.”

You paused at the doorway listening , heart thudding against your ribs.

“You’re so lucky, you know?” he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Because she’s going to teach you everything good. She’s going to show you what love is. And I’m gonna make sure you always feel safe. Because you’re perfect , peanut. You and your mama.”

You bit your lip to keep from sobbing , slipping into the shower with your heart swelling three times the size.

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The hot water in the shower felt like heaven , washing away the lingering antiseptic smell of the hospital. You took your time , moving carefully , every ache and twinge a reminder of the little miracle you’d just brought into the world. 

After a very sudsy and long wash off , you finally turned off the water, you could hear the faint murmur of Bucky’s voice and the gentle hum of the TV in the other room still , filling your little apartment.

You pulled on one of Bucky’s soft blue shirts , one that still smelled faintly of him—and a pair of loose sweats. 

When you stepped back into the bedroom , you found Bucky exactly where you’d left him , reclined against the headboard with your daughter sleeping against his chest. His hair was a little mused , his reading glasses perched low on his nose as he flipped through a well-worn copy of his most recent Fantasy read. 

You leaned in the doorway , your heart so full at this point it almost hurt.

“You’re reading to her already?” you teased slowly padding closer to them barefoot..

He looked up , a little sheepish. “Figured she should hear some good stories early on.”

You crossed to the bed , climbing up beside him. He shifted to make room for you , sliding his arm around your shoulders as you rested your head against his warm chest. 

You laid your hand over the baby’s tiny back , feeling the soft , steady rhythm of her breathing.

“She’s going to be a bookworm like you,” you murmured.

Bucky chuckled. “Good. I’ll take all the excuses I can get to read her stories.”

The baby stirred , making a tiny squeak that had you both holding your breath. 

She settled again almost immediately ,  her little face still pressed right up against his t-shirt , right above his dog tags.

“She already knows you’re her safe place,” you whispered.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head. “She’s got two safe places. She’s got her mama , which is mine too.”

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The TV continued in the background , a gentle baking competition that didn’t demand any real attention. Just provided sound. 

You watched the flicker of the screen in the dim light , your mind drifting as you breathed in the scent of your daughter’s freshly lotioned skin and the warmth of your husband’s body beside you.

“I like this” you whispered against his chest , “And she smells like spun sugar,” you gave a breathy laugh.

Bucky’s thumb traced slow, soothing circles over your shoulder. “What’s that, doll?”

“This. Us. Quiet, easy.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Feels perfect and at home.

His eyes softened , the way they always did when you said things like that. “It is home,” he said, his voice quiet but sure. “Wherever you and now this little bug are.”

You eventually shifted to your side , propping yourself up to watch Bucky cradle your daughter. 

He had this look on his face—soft and awestruck , like he still couldn’t quite believe she was real. And honestly neither could you.

“I can’t get over how small she is,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over her downy cheek.

“She’s going to grow so fast,” you said, a little wistful.

“I know.” His jaw worked, like he was trying to find the right words. “I just… I want to hold on to every minute , you know?”

You nodded , your eyes stinging with tears again. “Me too.”

He shifted her a little , careful not to wake her, and looked up at you with a crooked smile. “She’s got your perfect nose.”

“She’s got your bright eyes,” you shot back , grinning.

“God , how did we get such perfect little humans we get to call ours,” he said again , and you knew he’d probably be saying that every day for the rest of her life.

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You moved to sit up fully this time , your back resting against the headboard as Bucky’s arm slid around your waist. The baby let out a tiny sigh in her sleep , her little lips parting as she dreamed.

“I didn’t know I could love someone this much,” you said quietly.

Bucky turned his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me neither. Thought I used up all my love in the war, in… everything that happened. But then you…” He paused , his voice quivering. “Then you gave me this. Gave me her.”

The words you could say did not match to how much you felt in that very moment so gently and slowly you kissed him with tears falling down your eyes , expressing everything your mind and heart were screaming through that moment. 

You were first to pull away ,  he kissed your nose as you softly , lay your hand over your daughters where it peeked out of the blanket.

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Your baby shifted again , her tiny hand opening and closing like she was dreaming of grabbing something. 

Bucky watched her, wonder in every line of his face and covering every part of his gaze. He spoke to her again , so quiet you almost didn’t hear.

“You know, peanut,” he murmured, “you’re going to grow up with so much love. More than you’ll know what to do with.”

She let out a sleepy squeak , and Bucky chuckled. “Yeah , you agree? Good girl.”

You couldn’t help but grin , brushing a kiss over his shoulder. “You’re already wrapped around her little finger, huh?”

“Hopeless,” he admitted with a smile. “Absolutely hopeless.”

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As you both finally fell asleep putting the sweet little Baby in her bassinet by the bed , she eventually stirred , making soft , fussy noise that had you both tensing like coiled springs. 

You reached for her quickly sitting up , but Bucky shook his head. 

“I’ve got her,” he said , shifting to scoop her up. He stood up , moving to the foot of the bed to sway slowly back and forth , his big hands cradling her like she was actually made of spun sugar.

You watched him and her , your chest tight with so much love you didn’t know how to hold it all in or what to do with it. 

Bucky Barnes—once the Winter Soldier , once a ghost and shell of a man—was standing there in your bedroom, humming a soft forties tune under his breath as he rocked his miracle baby girl.

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[lovebugspots]

peter man?

Y/n Rebecca Barnes

Age: 15

Dad: James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes

Mom: Natalia Alinovna Romanova, or Natasha Romanoff.

best friend: peter benjamin parker

she has a metal right arm that is just like her fathers.

"You ever been so madly in love with your best friend to the point that people find it cringe?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Peter Benjamin PArker

Age: 16

Aunt: May Parker

Best friend: Y/n Rebecca Barnes

"She is everything I need, Mr. Stark!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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chapter one: a not so fun necklace.

[theodoresgirl]

Love Triangle

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

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You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

A/n: I'm sorry in advance, This is also heavily inspired by the song Love Triangles By Raelynn<3

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Friday, Daddy’s week begins. Y/n was sitting on the front porch of her old farmhouse while her and Bucky’s daughter, Amber. Played on the porch and around the house. She had turned 6 this past winter, She looked exactly like y/n. No doubt about it, She was her daughter. You and Bucky didn't work out for many reasons, His job took a lot out of him, a lot outta her too. Amber was excited as usual. She had her hair braided and a t-shirt that had the Disney princess Rapunzel on it, With a purple skirt and a pair of cowgirl boots. “Mama Mama!” Amber called out pointing to the old school ford truck coming up the gravel road. Y/n stands up and walks down the porch steps and picks Amber up hugging her tight. “Hmm.. I love you baby girl.” “I Love you too mama!” Amber replied while hugging back. “Do you have Mr. Dot, and Blanketly?” Y/n asked, setting Amber down and grabbing Amber's bag off the porch. Amber nodded, turning around.

The old school ford had pulled in front of the house and Bucky hops out of the driver's seat. Amber screams in excitement as she runs over to Bucky jumping into his arms as soon as she was close enough. Bucky Grunts and catches Amber tossing her into the air before setting her down. “Hey baby girl” He smiled and kissed her forehead. Y/n takes and deep breath, watching him. She already knew how hard this was, from both points of view. From being the one handed off and the one handing off her daughter. 

“Go get your bag baby girl” He spoke softly, Amber runs back over to y/n and gives her one last long squeeze. Y/n could feel a burn in her throat as she held back her tears. She handed her daughter her bag and watched as she ran back to Bucky, Who hadn’t even looked at y/n once. Bucky helps Amber into the front seat of his ford and buckles her in. Amber looks out the window and waves to y/n, “Bye mama!” She yelled, smiling, Her voice cracking. Her eyes glistened over. Bucky pulls the truck out of park and into drive, He pulls out of the gate and back down the gravel road. Y/n sat down on the porch steps watching them drive down the gravel road. As they get smaller the tears in her eyes got bigger. 

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Bucky and Amber were driving down highway 69, The sunset was behind them. Bucky was zoned out focusing on the highway while Amber was looking out the window at the trees and birds flying. Bucky taps the steering wheel with his bear ring finger and looks over at Amber. He takes a deep breath staring at her, A mini copy of Y/n almost quite literally. He turns his head back around to look at the highway and places his right hand on her head and ruffles up the top of her head. “ How’s your mama baby girl?” 

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[sjsmith56]

Just a Dad, Chapter 28 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Bucky, Lacey, and Tommy settle in to the new home. Preparing for the baby leads to some memorable moments.

Length: 4.6 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Tommy, Sam, Maria, Fury, and more.

Warnings: Pregnancy and labour description.

Author notes: Soft, mushy Bucky is very much in play in this chapter.

<<Chapter 27

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When Bucky was made training officer the training facility had just opened, built to his recommendations.  It was everything he asked for to help the Avengers bring their skills up to a higher level.  Now, barely a month after the wedding Fury called him into this meeting, and the pessimist in him was sure they were going to tell him that he wasn't doing a good job, that he had squandered the investment they made in him and the facility.  Instead, he found Bruce Banner there, along with a midwife and a nurse.  The biggest surprise was seeing Lacey sitting with them.

"Sit down, Barnes," said Fury.  "It's all good.  Since we weren't able to help with the birth of young Tom and be there to monitor the pregnancy of a natural born super soldier it was suggested that we set up a birth centre for your next child.  Considering that we would want to keep access to the baby as secure as possible we felt it prudent to keep it in house.  Here is the team; Bruce, you know already.  We have contracted with a local nurse midwife, Tara Lang, and a nurse who will assist with other health issues on the compound as well as the birth, Irene Santana."

"You did this for me, for us?" asked Bucky, still not quite used to having services such as this available to him.  "Bruce, have you ever delivered a baby before?"

The green skinned man chuckled.  "I wasn't always stuck being just the Hulk.  When I was on the run I offered my medical services in some of the poorest areas of the planet.  I've delivered dozens of babies in the harshest of conditions.  Didn't lose a single one.  We're going to get an ultrasound room set up, not just for you, but for the whole team, and we're interviewing technicians as we speak.  Everyone that works here has to pass a security check and any blood we take from you and the baby will be processed on site then destroyed so no one else has access to it.  At the same time, we want you to have as normal a birth experience as possible."

Bucky's mouth opened again but nothing came out for a moment and he grasped Lacey's hand.  "I don't know what to say, except thank you," he finally replied.  "I was worried how we were going to do this."

He coughed and took a couple of shaky breaths before Fury dismissed them.  They all walked over to the health centre where Lacey was weighed, her abdomen measured, and her blood pressure taken.  As Bruce and Irene watched, Tara asked Lacey to lay down on the examination bed and pull her leggings down to expose her abdomen.  Putting some ultrasound gel on the exposed abdomen she pulled out a portable ultrasound unit.

"This is just for the heartbeat," she said.  "At five months we'll do a proper ultrasound, and determine the sex of the baby."

Gently she pressed the wand onto the skin and moved it around before finding the heartbeat.  Bucky's face lit up as he heard the sound of his child's beating heart.  It was fast, strong, and it brought the super soldier to tears.  Bruce grabbed a couple of tissues for the man and handed them to him.

"It sounds good, Buck," he said.  "We'll check the heartbeat every time."  He looked at Lacey.  "Fury accessed your prenatal records with Tom.  He was actually born post-term, you know that right?"

"He was a week early," she said.  "Are you saying he was late?  Is that a problem?"

"Not a problem but I think he developed faster than a normal child.  His Apgar score was excellent, and he had the weight and length for a child about a month old.  Considering what you told me about how soon he walked and talked after I'm guessing a super soldier baby just develops faster.  We'll keep an eye on how big this one gets plus do some extra monitoring of your birth hormones.  Tom being late didn't seem to cause any issues for him but it does affect the umbilical cord if we let it go on too long.  Just something to keep in mind."

Over the next few months everything seemed to go on as usual.  Bucky excelled in his training officer position, receiving compliments from many who took the firearms course from him on his thoroughness and professionalism.  Those who took the fitness courses complained at first about what a taskmaster he was but they couldn't argue with the results as many of the staff, both enlisted and Avenger, noticed their fitness levels soared.  Fury brought in more healthy food options although the burgers and fries were still the most preferred of the cafeteria's most popular dishes.  The dedication that Bucky gave into designing tactical exercises for the Avengers was valuable as he tapped everyone's knowledge for ways to improve team mobility and communication.  Most missions went off like clockwork and even the ones that didn't always offered something to improve on and learn from.  The plan to use Bucky's knowledge of languages had to be modified as he was being spread too thin so other alternatives were used, including online language instruction, weekend retreats conducted entirely in a foreign language and visiting instructors.  More than once it helped them to successfully infiltrate secret bases in other countries.

Lacey was well into researching her non-fiction book on trafficking, using her own experience and interviewing other survivors, who she sought out to bolster her contention that the world wasn't doing enough to stop the whole sale trafficking of people as a commodity.  She even took a few trips to other countries who had established anti-trafficking units, including Wakanda, to learn what horrors they had uncovered.  It was an eye-opening experience to know that what happened to her could so easily happen anywhere in the world.

Tommy bloomed in public school, becoming active in sports, although he had to dial his efforts back in order to keep his abilities secret.  He developed some good friendships and often brought his friends to the farm where they built a tree fort in the woodlands, and went fishing in the pond, after Bucky made sure to stock it with lake trout.  Then there was that glorious day when Tommy, completely geared up, was finally permitted to ride his motorbike without supervision over the property.  Lacey was still concerned about his safety but Bucky assured her that if he broke anything it would heal within days.

At five months into Lacey's pregnancy the ultrasound unit at the compound was in place, a technician was on duty as they had already provided service for some of the staff.  This would be the first pregnancy scan and Bucky waited nervously in the waiting room with Lacey, holding her hand tightly enough that she had to whisper that he was hurting her. 

"Sorry," he grinned.  "I'm just nervous.  There wasn't anything like this when I was young.  When Ma got pregnant with Rebecca I thought she was just getting fat.  Then one day she wasn't there and Dad said I had a baby sister.  I wasn't thrilled about being a brother at 13 but it wasn't like I had a choice.  The crying and the diapers weren't easy to get used to."  He looked at Lacey's bemused expression.  "Sorry, I'm saying too much, aren't I?"

"No, I like hearing this," she said.  "You haven't said much about your childhood.  So that was what, 1930 when she was born?  That was during the Depression."

He nodded.  "Not the best time to bring a baby into the world but we managed," he said.  "I did odd jobs for extra money.  Dad did overtime at the ship yard whenever it was offered.  Then one day, Rebecca laughed at me.  It was the best sound in the world.  She must have been two or three months old and I made a funny face.  She giggled so I did it again and she laughed."  He stopped and swallowed, becoming emotional.  "That's when I knew that I wanted to be a dad some day.  Didn't know then how long it would take me to be one."

He put his arm around Lacey and squeezed her shoulder, kissing the side of her head to keep from crying.  Just then the technician came out and beckoned them in.  She gave them a minute alone for Lacey to prepare then placed a paper cloth over her legs and hips, tucking it into her panties.  Bruce came in and greeted them.

"Tara is home sick today so I'll be doing this visit," he said.  "Let's see what we have."

As he and the technician did all the preliminary scans, checking the size of the skull and making sure everything else was as it should be they finally got a good full body scan and the technician froze the image, turning the screen towards them.

"There's your daughter," she said, pressing a button to print it out.

"A girl?" said Bucky.  "A baby girl?  Wow, you can tell that?"

"Well, a boy has something obvious between the legs and all the views we've seen this morning don't have that, so yeah, it's a girl," she replied, smiling up at Bruce.

He pulled the picture off of the printer and handed it to Bucky.  "You're going to be a girl dad," he announced.  "Congratulations."

As much as he tried not to cry before there was no stopping the tears this time and Bucky began to weep as he looked at the picture.  He just shook his head and kept looking at the picture, then touching Lacey.  She smiled indulgently at him, taken by this look at her husband's softer side.  Both the technician and Bruce left, leaving them to cleaned up and get through the emotional process.  Ten minutes later in his office Bruce counselled Lacey to keep eating well, get regular exercise, to continue having sex for as long as it felt good, then he could give them some resources about alternate positions, etc. and to enjoy the whole pregnancy experience.  On their way out to the car Bucky looked at Lacey.

"We can still have sex?" he asked.  "Won't that hurt the baby?"

Touching his face she kissed him.  "It won't hurt the baby.  Once I get bigger we can't do it missionary style but there's other ways and we can try every single one of them."

"I never knew," said Bucky, then he put his arms around her.  "I've noticed your breasts are changing.  It's quite nice.  Not that I don't like them already."

Lacey patted him on the chest.  "I know what you mean," she said.  "They'll get bigger, trust me."  She stopped beside the car.  "I love you, Bucky.  I'll see you at the normal time for supper?"

He nodded.  "I love you, Lacey Barnes."

They kissed for some time, drawing a whistle from a passing Torres.  Pulling away, Bucky caught up with the younger man while Lacey got into the vehicle, started it up and headed home.

At the six months mark they went out shopping for baby furniture, picking up a crib, bassinet, change table, and dresser.  Bucky painted one of the bedrooms a soft cream and rose colour, finding inspiration on Pinterest for a girl's bedroom.  After he and Tom assembled the furniture together and arranged it he realized they needed a rocking chair, crib mobile, baby monitor and other assorted accessories that he looked up on an expectant parent's website.  He was all ready to jump in the car to pick them up until Lacey told him about baby showers. 

"Sam, how do I set up a baby shower for Lacey and the baby?" he texted to his best friend, not quite believing his wife that such things existed.

"You don't, but I know who can," replied his friend.

Two weeks later, Bucky received another text while he and Sam were in New York City for a publicity appearance on TV that there was a problem at the compound.  Getting in the car they drove straight there where an MP directed them to park away from the main building "just in case."  Outside the building they saw Fury, standing next to another MP, both of them listening in on a headset, from what looked like a command post.  Bucky could hear the words "captive" and "ransom."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Not sure," replied Fury.  "There's some kind of occupation going on in the cafeteria.  They just began showing up a couple of hours ago, bearing packages.  Said that if we did as we were told no one would get hurt.  They have Lacey."

Bucky looked alarmed.  "Is she okay?  They haven't hurt her have they? How did they get past security?"

Fury shook his head.  "I've tried talking to them but they want you.  No weapons, no sudden moves, no tricks.  They have someone on the inside.  Sorry, Buck, but as the only super soldier you're the only one I can count on to get in there and turn this around.  Good luck."

If Bucky had taken a moment to think about it he would have realized he was being set up but he was so concerned about Lacey being held hostage that he just went along with it, opening the door and stepping into the eerily quiet building.  Keeping his senses alert he slowly approached the opened doorway of the darkened cafeteria. 

"It's about time you got here Barnes," said an ominous female voice. 

He knew he had heard that voice before but he couldn't quite place it.  Then he heard a giggle from within the space and for the first time realized that the situation wasn't exactly what it appeared to be.  He stood in the doorway for some time considering the situation then finally someone turned on the lights and a large crowd of people, both male and female, yelled "Surprise!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Sam with a shit-eating grin on his face.  "Now this is a baby shower," he announced. 

Lacey came forward with a big smile and hugged him, then pulled him over to a raised area where two armchairs were set up.  He tried to pull away but she persisted.

"We're both the guests of honour," she declared.  "If I have to sit up here so do you.  Come on, Dad.  Your fans await."

Reluctantly, he sat in one of the armchairs and looked out over the faces.  Then he saw one of them and realized who the voice from the darkness was.  Pepper Stark smiled at him and he stepped down to offer his hand.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here," he said, then he was at a loss for words.

"It's my pleasure," she replied.  "I couldn't make it to the wedding but I didn't want to miss this.  You're going to be a girl dad and Tony loved every moment of it.  I'm sure you will, too."

Affectionately she hugged him then pushed him gently back towards his seat.  Sam and Maria got up to the podium, smiling at each other.  He stepped back to give Maria the first words as she looked out at everyone then at Lacey.

"In the fall of 2014, Lacey Williams showed up at the Avengers Tower," began Maria.  "Escorted by an FBI agent she told Steve Rogers and Tony Stark an incredible story of helping one James Bucky Barnes out of a tough spot.  Then she broke the news that she was expecting his baby.  We were all ready to keep her in the Tower, look after her and make sure that neither the CIA or HYDRA got anywhere near her.  But we're talking about the Avengers here and things got in the way.  After an encounter with Ultron, Lacey decided she was safer going into hiding.  She had her baby, Tom, who's now almost ten years old.  It's 2024, she's pregnant with Bucky's baby again, not accidentally, and we finally got around to having that baby shower for her.  This time, the CIA are not looking for her, HYDRA is so far underground that I don't think we'll ever see them resurface but never say never, and the Power Broker is still the First Lady of The Raft.  So Lacey and Bucky, here's a party for you and your baby girl.  Sam, why don't you introduce our first contestants, ahem, gift givers."

"Well, you know him as Hawkeye, her as the patient and understanding Laura Barton," he said.  "But to Lacey, they'll always be the people who were there the most for her when she needed to hide, giving her sanctuary on their farm, hosting their wedding, and becoming surrogate parents for the pair of them.  Clint and Laura, come on up!"

A large gift that was placed right beside the stage was uncovered by the couple, revealing a rocking chair.  After hugs and kisses they sat down and a steady stream of people were introduced with their gifts, which would end up filling a truck with baby wear and accessories, including a jogging stroller, car seat, crib mobile and everything on that expectant parent website that Bucky had contemplated buying.  Sam and Maria had a funny or touching story to tell about everyone there.  After a couple of hours the shower wound down and an army truck was brought to the front to transport everything over to the house.  Everyone helped to put everything in the truck and several Avengers went with Bucky to unload it at home while Lacey drove the car.  Tom, who was home from school by then took great pleasure in checking everything to see what his baby sister was getting.

"Did you get the same stuff when I was a baby?" he asked.

"No, mostly hand me downs from Clint and Laura," she said, "although Steve Rogers brought things every time he visited.  Shuri sent things as well on behalf of your dad.  Tony Stark gave you the climbing gym, understanding that you needed something to satisfy your need to climb and jump.  He even came out when you were little and climbed all over it with you."

"Ironman?  For real?"

"For real," she said.  "He cared about you, about us."

"He gave you that after Steve and I fought him," added Bucky.  "I know he tried to understand what was done to me to turn me into the Winter Soldier.  Pepper said he forgave me for the death of his parents, accepting that I had no choice."  He noticed a look on Tom's face.  "No one will ever control you, Tom.  I would search to the ends of the Earth for you if anyone took you again.  Even though the Winter Soldier did terrible things my own personality always broke through, trying to stop them from using me.  You are a good person inside and that will never change."

Bending his head down to Tom's Bucky pulled his son in close and kissed his head.  The couple hugged him, reiterating their belief in him, with unconditional love.  He saw that love in them on a daily basis, how Bucky would massage Lacey's shoulders when she was tense, rub her feet and ankles when they swelled from the pregnancy, and when his dad would drive out during the night to find food to satisfy his mother's cravings.  Every time the baby moved Bucky was there talking to it and he would invite Tom over, saying she needed to know her big brother's voice.  As Tom watched all the little things that Bucky did to make things better for Lacey, he realized what real love looked like between a man and a woman. 

When the day came where a government vehicle was waiting at the school for him after he was pulled from class, and Nick Fury opened the back door Tom knew something was up.  Fury told him his mother was in labour and his father was by her side.  They rode back together to the compound.  On the way, the Avengers director told him about trying to find Bucky Barnes when he was on the run, before the CIA or HYDRA did because he believed that the real man needed help to finally break free.

"You did that even though he almost killed you?" asked Tom, who had always been intimidated by the director.

"I did," replied Fury.  "I had heard about the Winter Soldier but until he and Steve Rogers first fought I didn't know he was James Barnes.  It all made sense then, what HYDRA did to him to make him comply, and I began looking over what files I could find.  When Natasha Romanoff leaked all of SHIELD's and HYDRA's files onto the internet I began decrypting the ones related to him, and realized the enormity of the crime that was perpetrated against your dad.  I always wanted to make sure that your dad came out of all of this intact and with a purpose in life.  After his family, that sense of purpose was going to be with the Avengers, I hoped."

"I want to be an Avenger," said Tom, hesitantly at first.  "Uncle Steve said I could."

"We would be honoured to have you," said Fury, kindly.  "You have the same qualities as your father, showing that when you fought back after the Power Broker kidnapped you."  The driver of the vehicle pulled into the compound and checked in at the security gate.  "Now, you can wait in the waiting room outside the birthing centre, or you can hang out with me for a while, and I can give you the real grand tour of the facility so that when you join us, after college because you deserve that, you'll know where everything is."

"What about my parents?" asked Tom.

"They'll know you're with me," said Fury.  "When your sister is almost born we'll go back and you'll get the chance to meet her, and give your parents some love.  Your choice.  It's always your choice, Tom."

He spent the next two hours with the man, then Fury suddenly tilted his head and touched his ear, acknowledging a message he must have received in a comms piece.  They walked to the waiting room of the birthing centre and Fury left him there, saying it wouldn't be long. 

Inside the birth room Lacey was in the final stages of labour.  The baby's head crowned and Tara, the midwife, was massaging the perineum to soften it further, allowing the baby's head to be born.  Through the mirror mounted behind her Bucky watched, amazed as his daughter's nose and mouth were suctioned out briefly then her head turned to allow a shoulder to exit the birth canal.  Once that happened the rest of her came out quickly and their baby girl was laid on Lacey's belly.  With tears in their eyes they both touched her then laughed when she cried out.  Bruce, who was there mostly in case something went wrong smiled at the couple, genuinely glad they finally had this moment together.  After Tara offered Bucky the scissors to cut the cord, the nurse, Irene, brought her over to the warming table and Bruce performed the check on the baby's reflexes, ecstatic at the results.  Two weeks early by the calendar, this baby showed all the signs of being almost a month old, if she was a normal baby.  Nodding his approval at Irene, Bruce watched as she bundled the baby up, put a stocking cap on her and carried her over to her parents. 

"Look at her, she's so beautiful," said Bucky.  "She's perfect."

When Lacey began to nurse their daughter Bruce saw a man who had once been the most feared assassin in the world lose it completely.  Placing his hand on Bucky's shoulder Bruce wasn't expecting to be enclosed in a bear hug.  Then Bucky sat and wept, gingerly touching his daughter as Lacey smiled affectionately at her husband.

"Tom is in the waiting room," said Bruce.  "Once the afterbirth is born he can come in here.  I'm taking a sample of the umbilical cord but the rest will be transported to Wakanda for Shuri to study."

"Anything for science," said Lacey calmly.  "What did she weigh?"

"8 lbs 13 ounces, and she was 23 inches long," he replied.  "At two weeks early she has all the hallmarks of a baby already a month old."

Shortly after Lacey finished feeding their daughter she delivered the afterbirth.  Bucky held his daughter as Irene cleaned up Lacey.  Then she went out to the waiting room and brought Tom in, helping him get washed up and gowned.  Leading him into the room he went over to his father sitting in an armchair with his sister on his bare chest.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Letting her feel my skin and hear my heartbeat," replied Bucky, gently.  "Apparently, it's something recommended for the baby to help her get used to being out of the womb.  Would you like to try it?"

"Can I?" asked Tom, excitedly.

Bucky nodded and watched as Tom pulled his gown down, took his shirt off and took his father's place in the armchair.  Gently he laid the baby on his son's chest and showed him where to put his hands. 

"Tom, meet Laura Natasha Barnes," he said.  "Both of them were important to your mother when she was pregnant with you and after you were born so we decided to honour them by naming her after them."

The new big brother bent his head over his baby sister and kissed her hair, then placed a finger in her hand, grinning when she grasped it firmly.  Bucky encouraged him to talk to her, and Tom whispered about all the things they would do on the farm, and all the animals they were planning to get.  When a little smile creased her face her brother kissed her again and stroked her delicate skin, looking forward to the day when he did this with his own child.

It wasn't all roses in the months that came after Laura's birth, as both Bucky and Tom got used to a baby that didn't always follow the rules of the house.  But nothing was solved with frustration and both of them always took a deep breath to help dissipate any negative emotions whenever her crying pushed their limits.  As Laura got older and began to walk and talk early, the challenging moments gave way to wondrous ones as they all helped the baby girl adapt to her abilities.  When Lacey discovered she was pregnant again, after a birth control failure when Laura was 8 months old the family took it in stride, welcoming Steven Samuel Barnes to the family 37 weeks into term. 

A rambunctious child who always had a smile on his face he kept Lacey on her toes.  The love that was shared between the family of four was extended to include the blonde toddler who was sweet enough to charm just about anyone, including a certain director of the Avengers who made sure to always have candy in his pocket that he slipped both small children when they made an appearance at the compound.  Bucky and Lacey found such great compatibility that they faced all challenges together, with love and humour, and the certainty that they would always have each other's back.

It isn't over yet.  Two more chapters, looking ahead to the future.

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