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[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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[wildflowersandvibranium]

Home Run Hearts

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

Summary: You and Bucky take your son to his afternoon baseball game and its a fun , joyful , beautiful summer day with nothing but love and giggles with your husband , kids and their uncle Steve!

Word Count: 3.1k ish

Warnings/Tags: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF kissing , flirting (Bucky and reader lol ) , cutie kids , featuring steve and his wife (he's best uncle ever) literally no real warning or tags

If I missed anything let me know!

Authors Note: hey!! i love love love this and its so cute (crying)!!!

My first series' second chapter comes out tomorrow and im estaticcccc!! if you want to have a read here it is >> Muscle Memory

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The golden sun was already high and bright when you stirred waking up , the ivory curtains in yours and Bucky's bedroom glowing with the shows of a perfect , sunny summer day. 

You started blinking awake  , feeling the warm press of Bucky’s right arm snug around your waist , his breath slow and even against your mused hair.

He started to stir as you shifted , his bright blue eyes opening and a soft barely there smile pulling at his lips. 

“Mornin’ , sweetheart,” he murmured , voice still rough and hoarse with sleep.

“Good morning ,” you whispered back , pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw , nuzzling your face into his neck.

From down the hall , the sound of tiny little feet pattering across the wooden floor reached your ears , followed by your bedroom door slowly creaking open.

“Mommy! Daddy!” James Jr. or “JJ / J”  you called for shorts voice was chipper and excited , his brown bedhead hair sticking up in all different kinds of directions.

Bucky pushed himself up on one elbow , grinning at your guys son as he scrambled onto the bed. 

“Hey, bud. You ready for your big game today?” He said with a yawn.

JJ nodded furiously , his little hands clutching the front of Bucky’s grey sleep shirt. “I’m gonna hit the ball so hard , Daddy! And Uncle Steve said he's coming to watch!”

Bucky ruffled JJ’s hair , chuckling. 

“That’s right. You’re gonna do great out there today.”

You reached over with a smile , smoothing a hand down JJ’s back. 

“Let’s get you some game winning breakfast.”

A tiny giggle echoed from the doorway of the bedroom. Tiny Rebecca— or sometimes she insisted “Becs” , was clutching her favorite stuffed baby pink bunny, her chubby cheeks dimpled with delight seeing her family now up and awake.

She was still in her pink kitty print pajamas ,  her light brown hair was a soft mess of curls and strands stuck to and all around her face.

“Hi , baby,” you cooed ,  reaching out a hand to her.

Bucky swung his legs over the side of the bed and scooped her up in one strong grab , pressing a million kisses to her cheeks and face. 

“Morning, sunshine.”

She squealed and squirmed trying to get out of his hold but secretly loving it. She buried her face in his shoulder out of breath. 

“Daddy stop it,” she giggled.

“Okay , okay im done” He began to sit her down with a laugh.

He shot you a wink over her head , making your heart flip in your chest. 

Even after all these years , he was still your favorite sight in the world—strong and soft at once , his love for you and the kids shining in every move he made and every word he uttered.

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Breakfast was a loud blur of energy and laughter. You made scrambled eggs and toast , and Bucky poured coffee into two mugs , singing along to an old song playing on the radio.

“Daddy , that’s silly,” Becca said again as Bucky swung her gently around the kitchen on his hip, her laughter ,  out shining the sun outside.

“Hey , what’s so silly about me singing?” Bucky teased , tickling her sides until she squealed.

You caught his eyes , a warm glow in your chest. “I think she’s got a point,” you said with a wink.

He gave you a mock glare , then leaned over to kiss your temple as you dished out the eggs. “Traitor.”

You shrugged , smiling. “It’s hard to argue with the cutest two-year-old in the whole wide world.”

You walked to the table sitting down and sat to eat your own.

James Jr. was busy with his plate , chattering about how he was going to be the best hitter on the team today. “I’m gonna hit it to the moon , Mom!”

“I bet you will Jay,” you told him , leaning over to kiss the crown of his head. “But just remember to have fun , okay?”

JJ nodded , his face serious. “Fun. Aaaand winning baseball.”

That made you and Bucky both laugh.

After breakfast , you helped JJ change into his little uniform , Dodgers blue cap and all—and packed up the gear he needed. 

As Bucky was finishing washing the dishes from breakfast he heard your booming voice down the hall. 

“James Barnes ,  pick up your underwear in the bathroom!” 

He turned and looked at his son who was headed out the door. “Junior , I know that's not for me.” He said with a hand on his hip. 

James Jr. groaned and dropped his gear bag and went to find you “Coming Mom”

After everyone was changed and there was no more dirty clothes littering the floor you guys headed out the door.

Bucky loaded the lawn chairs , an ice chest full of snacks and drinks , and the kids’ sunscreen into the trunk of the car.

Becs watched from her spot in your arms , pointing at everything her Daddy was doing. “Daddy strong ,” she said solemnly , her eyes wide with wonder.

Bucky gave her a playful grin. “You think so , Becs? Gotta carry all this for my favorite people.”

She grinned , snuggling closer to you. “My daddy so strong”

You melted a little at that , resting your cheek against the top of her head.

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The short drive to the field was filled with music and lots of toddler giggles. 

JJ was already buzzing with energy , bouncing in his seat as you sang along to old rock songs. 

Bucky’s voice , slightly off-key but so full of joy—filled the car.

“Daddy’s singing is soooo silly,” Becs announced in the middle of a chorus.

Bucky’s hand slipped from the wheel to rest on your knee , his laughter was warm. 

“That's so, baby girl? You’re breaking your old man’s heart.”

JJ joined in. “No , Dad it's true , you do sing funny!”

You laughed , feeling the kind of happiness that only this exact moment could bring.

When you arrived at the field , the smell of fresh-cut grass and sunscreen greeted you immediately. 

Parents of the players were already setting up their chairs and blankets , little kids in blue and white jerseys running around with bats and gloves.

Bucky pulled the cooler from the trunk and slung the folded chairs over his shoulder , his biceps flexing under his blue tshirt as he did. 

JJ ran ahead of you , his tiny cleats clacking on the pavement. 

You shifted Becca on your hip , her warm weight comfortable as she watched everything with wide eyes , her brown hair bouncing with each step you took. 

“Hold on tight , sweetheart,” you murmured to her , and she nodded solemnly , her hand fisting in your hair softly twirling what she could grab.

Near the dugout , Steve was already there , wearing a baseball cap and a grin as bright as the sun. 

His wife Betty was at his side , waving as she spotted you.

“Hey there , Barnes family!” Steve called , his voice full of affection. He knelt down to JJ’s level. “You ready to knock it out of the park , slugger?”

JJ beamed. “I’m gonna hit it so far , Uncle Steve!”

“I bet you will Champ,” Steve said , ruffling JJ’s hair. “And we will all be right here to see it.”

The game was everything you could’ve hoped for—hours  of laughing , cheers , and the soft thud of baseballs meeting gloves and bats. 

JJ was a buzzing bundle of energy the entire time , his little feet dancing in the dirt as he waited for his turn at bat.

Bucky sat beside you , one arm around your shoulders , his eyes never leaving the field. 

“Look at him go,” he murmured, his voice soft and swelling with pride.

Becs was nestled in your lap eating up a bag of chips her dad opened up for her.

When she finished her head leaned back and rested on your chest. Every so often, she’d giggle and point at her brother. “Jay running , Mama!”

“He’s so fast,  isn’t he?” you whispered back , kissing her soft curls.

Steve and his Wife  were just a few feet away , cheering loud and proud. Steve’s laugh boomed every time JJ swung the bat , and Becs would giggle even harder at her funny uncle.

“Uncle Steve funny,” she said , echoing the same phrase she’d used describing Bucky that morning.

Steve winked at her. “You’re not wrong , sweetheart.”

By the last inning , JJ’s team was down by one. 

The bases were loaded , and James Jr. was up to bat. 

You could see the nerves in his little drawn up shoulders , the way he twisted the bat between his hands, a nervous tic you learned.

Bucky leaned in close to you , his breath against your ear. 

“He’s got this,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet confidence.

You nodded , with your heart in your throat as you bounced Becca on your lap , your legs bouncing with excitement and anxiety.

JJ looked over at you and Bucky , and you gave him a big thumbs-up , your smile wide and reassuring. 

He took a deep breath , squared his shoulders—and swung.

The crack of the bat echoed across the field , and the ball soared past the infielders , rolling into the outfield. 

JJ took off running , sprinting , his tiny legs pumping as the crowd erupted in cheers.

“Run , baby! Run!” you shouted , your voice ragged with excitement as you stood tossing Becca to Bucky.

Bucky was on his feet throwing his daughter on his shoulders in one swift movement. 

His fists in the air , and Becca clapping her hands , squealing with joy for her brother. “Go , Bubba Go!”

 Steve was whistling loud enough to be heard across the whole field , making some parents turn their heads.

JJ rounded third plate and slid into home , his face lit with triumph and pure joy. 

The umpire threw his arms wide calling , safe! And the game was over. JJ’s team had won. He won.

You ran out onto the field , Becs back on your hip  , as JJ’s teammates swarmed him in a messy and sweaty group hug. 

Bucky scooped  up his son in his arms ,  spinning him around as he laughed and clung to his dads shoulders.

“You did it, Jay!” Bucky said , his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, buddy.” He placed a quick kiss on his son's mused hair.

JJ’s face was flushed red , his grin wide and toothy. “I did it, Daddy! I hit the ball so far!”

“You sure did,” Bucky said , pressing another kiss to his forehead. He turned to you , his eyes soft and shining. “Best day ever , huh?”

You nodded , your chest so full you felt like you might burst. “Best day ever,” you echoed , leaning forward and kissing JJ’s cheek and then on one of Bucky's  ,  meeting at his lips.

Becca tugged at your hair softly , her sleepy eyes wide with wonder. “Jay good!” she said firmly.

You laughed, nuzzling her nose. “He sure is , sweet girl.” 

After many congrats from the family and a teasing headlock from his Uncle Steve , JJ was worn through and through . 

The afternoon turned warm and golden as the kids and parents settled in for a little post-game picnic. 

You spread out a big red blanket on the grass , and Bucky set up the folding chairs while Steve helped his Wife unpack the sandwiches and snacks.

Bucky cracked open the ice chest , passing out bottles of water and juice. “Alright , team,” he said with a grin. “Let’s eat!”

JJ flopped down beside you , his cheeks still pink from the game. 

“I’m so hungry, Mommy.” his head now in your lap.

“I bet you are , sweetheart ,” you said laughing , handing him a juice box. ”You did so good today Jay”

Becca nestled closer against your other side , her tiny hand tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Can have juice, Mama?”

You passed her a juice box , brushing a kiss to her temple. “Here you go, baby.”

Bucky sat beside you , his long legs stretched out in the sun , one hand resting on your leg the other bracing his body upright. 

He handed you a sandwich wrapped in foil , his eyes warm and tender. “Here you go, doll.”

“Thanks , Buck,” you said, unwrapping it and taking a grateful bite.

Steve, ever the uncle who never grew up , made goofy faces at Becs until she squealed with laughter , her little hand clapping against his shoulder. 

“Uncle Steve stop it , can't breathe ,” she declared again,  giggling so hard she nearly toppled over.

“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m the fun uncle,” Steve said with a wink.

As everyone ate , you leaned back against Bucky’s chest , feeling the solid warmth of him on your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder , his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.

“Look at them ,” he murmured , his voice soft. JJ was leaning back against the cooler , munching on a sandwich and still wearing his dusty baseball outfit, his eyes heavy lidded. And Becs was curled up in his lap , her sticky fingers holding a half eaten cookie.

“They’re happy,” you whispered back , turning your face slightly so your nose brushed his cheek. “I don’t think life gets any better than this.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple , his voice sweet with the scent of mint. “I know exactly what you mean.”

You could hear the low hum of the other families around you , the distant crack of another bat hitting a ball practicing , and the soft rustle of the breeze in the trees nearby.

It felt like the world had slowed down just for a moment , wrapping you and your family in a perfect bubble of summer light and perfect joy.

After everyone had eaten and bellies were full , JJ wanted to play catch with his dad and uncle before leaving. 

You watched as Bucky tossed him an easy underarm ,  his big hands ever so gentle as he guided JJ’s little glove. 

Steve joined in too after a while , making a show of nearly missing every throw until it had JJ shrieking with laughter. 

Becs was passed out in your arms , her head resting on your shoulder as murmured sleepy things and on and off watched the boys play. “Daddy loves Jay”

“He sure does ,” you whispered , kissing her soft curls. “He's the best daddy in the world and loves you so so much.”

Bucky caught your eye from across the field , seeing Becca asleep , his grin lit up his whole face. 

He winked mouthing “Love you”

You mouthed it right back , feeling the truth of it deep in your soul.

As the sun started to dip lower in the sky , everyone began packing up. 

Bucky slung the ice chest back over his shoulder , his other hand resting protectively on JJ’s back leading him to the car. 

Steve and Betty helped fold up the lawn chairs , while you rocked Becca gently in your arms. 

“Did you have fun today, baby?” you asked her softly, and she nodded , her thumb in her mouth.

“Jay play,” she said, her little voice full of sleepy wonder. “Daddy strong. Mommy soft.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out. “That’s right , baby. Daddy’s strong and Mommy’s soft.” Laughing , snuggling her closer.

The car ride home was peaceful and quiet. 

The radio played softly ,  Bucky humming , his hand on your thigh rubbing soothing motions absentmindedly ,  thumb tracing soft circles. 

And every now and then he’d glance over at you with that look that still made your heart race and check in the mirror seeing his babies sleeping and safe.

Becs stayed asleep the full ride home , her head on your shoulder and her soft breath tickling your neck as you scooped her out of the car seat. 

JJ woke with drowsy murmurs , his words slurring as his eyes remained heavy.

“Best day ever,” he mumbled, his head bobbing.

“You’re right, buddy,” Bucky said, his voice low and warm. “The best.” as he pulled him into his arms.

Inside , you carried Becs straight to her room , laying her down in her pink princess bed. She stirred just enough to murmur something you couldn't quite make out before she drifted off fully again.

You padded barefoot to find Bucky who was in JJ's room , helping him change out into his favorite dinosaur pajamas after his quick shower. 

JJ’s head drooped as he leaned against Bucky’s shoulder, his little body worn out from the day , as Bucky helped him step his feet into the pant holes.

“Daddy?” JJ asked sleepily , looking up , now fully dressed. “You think I can be in the big leagues one day?”

Bucky tucked him into bed , brushing back his hair. “I think you can do anything you want , Jay. And me and mama and Becca will all be right there with you cheering you on.”

JJ smiled , his eyes already half-closed again . “You’re the best, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes met yours over JJ’s head seeing you leaned against the door frame , soft and shining a little glassy from his son's words. “Right back atcha , kiddo.”

When you and Bucky finally made it to your own room , you both showered all the dirt and fun from the day off till you were both squeaky clean. 

Laying in bed , in soft pajamas and tired limbs he pulled you into his arms , his lips brushing your forehead.

“Thank you for today,” he said softly, his eyes full of love. “You make everything feel like it's the best thing in the whole world.”

Your heart melted at that. “I think we all did that together.”

He leaned in and kissed your lips softly , lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter. “Still,” he murmured against your lips pulling away, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“And you’re the absolute best mother to our kids and partner to have alongside me.” he said softly , his voice thick with love and slowly falling into sleep..

You wrapped your arms around his waist , resting your head on his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Barnes.”

He laughed, the sound low and sweet, and kissed you again. “Here’s to more days like today.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and sinking into the warmth of him. “Here’s to-” murmuring falling asleep through your sentence.

Outside the window , the last light of the summer sun faded completely into that dusky pink purple glow. And inside , everything was right and safe and full of love—exactly how it was meant to be.

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[sosa2imagines]

Happy Birthday Bucky! 🎂❤️

Warning- None, just fluff and lots of love. Bucky has three kids, twins, a boy and a girl and a baby boy.

The clock was ticking closer to midnight, and your heart ached as you watched Bucky sitting on the couch, completely unaware of the surprise you and the twins had planned for him.

For the entire day, you and the kids had pretended it was just an ordinary day.

You made sure to act normal, talking about errands for tomorrow, discussing grocery lists, even casually planning a visit to the compound, making it seem like nothing was special about March 10th.

Bucky, being the man that he was, didn’t let his disappointment show. But you knew him too well.

You saw it in the way his shoulders slumped a little, the small flicker of sadness in his blue eyes when neither you nor the twins mentioned his birthday.

And, God, it took everything in you to not jump into his arms and tell him how much you and the kids loved him, that you could never forget his birthday.

But you held back.

Because the surprise at midnight was worth it.

And just like that the night goes on.

Jamie was still wide awake, his chubby hands gripping Bucky’s vibranium fingers, gnawing on them as if they were his favorite teething toy, which they were, he inherited it from his sister.

Natalia and Samuel were hiding in their room, barely containing their giggles, waiting for your signal.

“Daddy will love our surprise, Sammy!” “Yeah, can’t wait to see daddy’s face, he’ll be so happy!”

Five minutes to midnight, you stood up, carefully handing Jamie to Bucky.

“I’ll be right back…” you said, trying to keep your voice casual. “Just getting some water from the kitchen.”

Bucky gave you a small nod, completely unaware, as Jamie snuggled into his chest.

And then, the most precious conversation happened between father and son.

Bucky adjusted Jamie in his arms, gently running a hand over his soft hair.

“Guess it’s just me and you, huh, bud?” he murmured.

Jamie, half-sitting on Bucky’s lap, blinked up at his father and blew a raspberry.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jamie stared at Bucky for a moment, his little hand coming up to pat Bucky’s scruffy jaw.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t like Daddy’s beard?”

Jamie squealed, giggling, before smacking Bucky’s cheek again.

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ruthless, kid.”

Jamie babble-yelled in agreement.

Bucky smirked, bouncing him gently. “You’re not helping, you know? Everyone forgot my birthday. Even Mommy.”

Jamie blinked. Then let out a long string of baby babbles, as if he had a lot to say about that.

Bucky chuckled. “You think I deserve cake?”

Jamie clapped his hands, babbling enthusiastically.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “Well, too bad. No one remembers.”

Jamie gave him a judgmental stare, he then grabbed Bucky’s dog tags and yanked with all his tiny might.

Bucky winced, he gave Jamie a pout look, “Alright, alright I get it, I get it! You don’t wanna hear Daddy sulk.”

Jamie smacked Bucky’s chest, giggling and babble-shouted, slapping his tiny hands against Bucky’s chest.

Bucky chuckled. “That so? You think your mama and your brother and sister forgot my birthday?”

Jamie blew a raspberry.

Bucky smirked. “Yeah, I know. It’s not a big deal.”

Jamie grabbed at Bucky’s vibranium fingers, holding them in his chubby fists and shaking them.

Bucky shook his head. “You trying to tell me something, kid?”

Jamie let out a long string of babbles, his big blue eyes shining mischievously.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “Maybe they just don’t care anymore. I mean, I’m old, right?”

Jamie frowned and then he smacked Bucky’s face with his tiny hand.

Bucky choked on a laugh. “Okay, rude. I know I’m old, but you didn’t have to agree that fast, pal.”

Jamie giggled, patting Bucky’s cheek again, softer this time.

Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss to Jamie’s chubby little fingers. “You’re lucky you’re cute, kid.”

And just as Bucky was about to poke Jamie’s chubby tummy…

The door burst open.

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!”

Natalia and Samuel came running in, holding a cake, candles lit and glowing.

You followed behind them, smiling brightly, carrying a little party hat for Bucky.

The moment Bucky saw all of you, his eyes widened in shock, his breath caught in his throat.

Because you all remembered.

Natalia and Samuel started singing at the top of their lungs,

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Daddy! WE LOVE YOU!!!”

Jamie, overwhelmed with excitement, flailed his arms and let out a loud squeal, babbling as if he was singing along.

Bucky looked at you, then at the kids, then back at you, his heart clenching and eyes glistening.

“You guys…” he started, voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, walking over and placing the party hat on his head.

“Did you really think we would ever forget your birthday?” you whispered, kissing his lips softly.

Bucky swallowed hard, his arms tightening around Jamie. “Maybe just for a second.”

Natalia gasped. “Daddy! You think we’d forget?”

Samuel grinned. “We were just acting, we care about you so much!!! We got you good, huh?”

Bucky shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah you got me good, alright.”

Natalia and Samuel jumped on the bed and the birthday celebrations had officially began.

Bucky closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles.

The twins cheered, Jamie squealed, and you hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Bucky cut the cake, feeding you first, then the twins, and finally Jamie.

The second Jamie tasted the frosting, his eyes went wide and then shoved his entire chubby hand into the cake.

Bucky barely had time to react before Jamie smeared the frosting all over his own face.

Samuel laughed hysterically. “Jamie’s wearing cake!”

Natalia giggled. “He looks like a cupcake!”

Jamie, pleased with himself, babbled happily, clapping his sticky hands together.

Bucky groaned. “Well, there goes my son. He’s part cake now.”

You laughed, wiping Jamie’s face. “And it’s your fault for giving him a taste.”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. “Guess I asked for it, hopefully no sugar rush.”

Jamie climbed onto Bucky’s lap, grabbing onto his vibranium fingers and mouthing them again.

As the laughter settled, Samuel tilted his head, looking at Bucky seriously.

“So, Daddy…” he said innocently.

Bucky raised a brow. “Yeah, bud?”

Samuel smiled innocently, “How does it feel to be older than dinosaurs?”

You burst into laughter, while Bucky stared at his son in pure betrayal.

“I’m not that old!”

Samuel snickered. “I dunno, Uncle Steve is, and you’re like…his age, so...”

Bucky groaned. “I’m regretting this birthday already.”

Before anyone could respond, Samuel, completely unaware and in the flow of the fun, innocently dropped the bomb, “And wait till you see your surprise party tomorrow at the compound”

Natalia gasped, smacking his arm. “Samuel!”

Samuel blinked. “What?”

Bucky grinned. “Surprise party, huh?”

You sighed, shaking your head.

Samuel smiled sheepishly, “Oops.”

Bucky turned to you, smirking. “You guys planned a party?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Of course we did, we love you Bubba!”

Bucky shook his head, laughing. “Well, guess I better act surprised tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Better practice, old man.”

Samuel snickered. “Older than dinosaurs!”

Bucky chuckled, pulling all of you in. “I love you guys. Even if you think I’m older than a dinosaur.”

Jamie slapped his face again, letting his presence known.

Bucky groaned. “Okay, especially you, kid.”

You then looked at Bucky, “I have a special gift for you.”

Bucky grinned, already intrigued his mind already heading to sex, “oh yeah? What is it, doll?”

You smirked, pulling out a small box. “This is actually something different.”  

Bucky took the box, curiosity flickering in his blue eyes. When he opened it, he froze.  

Inside was a custom-made dog tag necklace, but instead of military details, it had something else engraved, 

James Buchanan Barnes  

Loving Husband & Dad

Forever Our Hero

Bucky stared at it, throat tightening.  

You gently touched his hand, “I know how much your old tags meant to you, but I wanted to give you new ones. Ones that represent what you are now.”  

Bucky swallowed hard, looking at you with so much emotion in his eyes.

“This is…” He exhaled, voice thick, “This is perfect, doll.”  

You smiled, taking the necklace and clasping it around his neck. “Happy Birthday, my love.”  

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. 

Instead, he pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss, pouring all his love and gratitude into it.  

The twins made a yew sound, but Bucky simply smiled still kissing you, because he knew he's surrounded by love.

Love from you and his children.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “Best damn birthday ever.”  

Jamie simply blew a raspberry.

Happy Birthday, Bucky.

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[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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!!!

[atlasscrumpit]

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."

--

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.

[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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[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

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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.

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[sosa2imagines]

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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[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!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

here is the spotify!! :)

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.

Chapter 29>>

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cuddles? cuddles

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

fic under the cut

Bucky had really thought being kidnapped, tortured, and brainwashed by an evil organization and then serving as a highly efficient killer for decades for said organization would be the hardest and scariest thing that ever happened in his life. Maybe only topped by breaking through the aforementioned brainwashing and breaking away from his previous evil employers—if they could even be called that.

But no.

His life could not be that easy.

It had started when, after a good few months of running and hiding and the worst case of a foggy mind bucky remembered having, half mixed in with memories he couldn’t properly remember, one of his, no, one of the Soldier’s handlers had found him, cornering him and saying those words that made his body lock up and his mind go to sleep usually only to wake up to blood, if he woke up at all.

Except this time, instead of blood on his hands and time lost, he, Bucky, James, had woken up almost immediately to a small person, a child, talking too fast for his rebooting mind to comprehend, waving around with his hands and looking worried for him.

It had been decades since anyone had worried about Bucky. 

A look around had revealed his handler unconscious and tied up in white. A deeper look had provided him with the blood he had been expecting, except it hadn’t been on his hands, it had been on the boy.

Bucky had been a goner from that moment on.

He remembered vaguely taking the child—too small, too small, and hurt—into his arms and running away, his mind focused only on helping the child.

Peter, as he had later learned, had told him that he had spent the whole time murmuring reassurances and making cooing noises while running to his then current small and quite frankly deplorable apartment to clean up his wounds and bandage them.

The kid had then decided he liked him—what?!?!--- and declared that since he, the child, was currently homeless and Bucky had already seen his powers anyway (not that Nucky had noticed, with how worried he had been for the kid-) he would now live with him.

And so Bucky became a dad.

That. That. That was the hardest and scariest thing that had ever happened in Bucy’s life.

He hadn’t been ready to be a father! He could barely take care of himself, much less a homeless enhanced teenager!

And yet. 

Bucky could not let the kid go. This child was his now. He would sic the Winter Soldier himself on whoever so much as tried to hurt or take away Peter. And he would not even need someone to activate him for it.

So no, Bucky did not know what he was doing, he was freaking out constantly, and would have a heart attack one day from the sheer audacity his kid had to go and take on a whole ass Hydra base on his own “because they hurt my dad!” (And no, Bucky had not cried when that had been the first time Peter called him dad. He had not!)

The kid had been super grounded for that.

…

And he had also gotten extra coddles. 

Sue him, he was soft now. Anyone would be, with Peter for a child (he had a child! of his very own! and it was the best child ever!!).

Anyway, that was then and this is now, and now his kid is missing. 

Missing, gone, not where he should be. Bucky was freaking out. He was freaking out Majorly.

He had run around all the spots he knew Peter could be, all their bug-out meet spots (in case anyone ever came for Bucky and they had to run), and had started running around in hopes of catching a glimpse of where his kid could be. 

It was as he was rounding a corner that he finally caught sight of Peter. ANd his vision went red.

Peter was on the floor, visibly drugged out of his mind, and absolutely covered in blood.

There was so much blood.

For once, Bucky was in complete control and with a fully clear mind when he tapped into all the know-how he had that made up the Soldier. For once, he was not a puppet, but the master of his own thoughts and actions. For once, Bucky chose to use all the carefully crafted violence that was always dormant in his body for himself, for others.

The men who were hurting Peter were dealt with swiftly, and without remorse. Bucky only didn’t kill them because he knew Peter would feel bad, the kid really was too good for this world.

Peter was good, and if the world refused to treat him as he deserved, Bucky would bloody and dirty his hands to shake the world by its throat until it coughed up what Peter needed. And what he needed was to be safe and happy.

The trek back to their home—a better apartment, now that Bucky had a job to help support his son— was reminiscent of the time they had met, with Bucky holding Peter close and whispering soft reassurances into soft brown locks.

Between the whispered words Bucky promised he would always, always, come for his son.

- - -

Peter woke up disoriented and afraid. The last thing he remembered was walking home (he had a home now! and a dad!) and then his spidey-sense screaming before something pricked his neck and he fell.

There were some vague memories of being dragged away and then hurt again and again and again and- and then his dad’s voice, whispering in his ear, and his dad’s arms, holding him close and safe. So safe.

He jumped up, unsure if he had just imagined his dad and he was still with whoever had taken him, just to almost fall right off the couch. Only a pair of familiar strong arms stopped him from flattening his face.

“Hey, hey Pete, it’s okay, you’re safe now, you’re safe,” came his dad’s voice from a bit above him. Peter could feel the way his chest rumbled with the words. Peter loved pressing his ear to his dad’s chest when they cuddled and hearing his heartbeat or the soothing rumble he felt when his dad hummed or said words.

They weren’t cuddling right now, though, he didn’t think.

“No, Pete, we’re not, but we can, if you want to,” his dad said. Had he read Peter’s mind? He never mentioned he could do that. A soft chuckle interrupted his thought.

“Nah, this old man can’t read your mind, you’re just a bit out of it right now. You said your thoughts out loud,” he was informed. Huh. Why would he be out of it right now-

Peter jolted right back into the couch cushions. The people. The people who hurt him. The prick on his neck- those had been drugs, they had to be. He was drugged, and hurt, and taken away, and what if never got to see his dad again-

His face was gently cupped between two hands—different temperatures, his brain noted, he knew these hands— slowly guiding his head somewhere solid but soft. A chest. There was a heart, so this was a chest. The soft vibrations that accompanied words tickled his ear. This was not a chest, it was his dad’s chest. 

Trying to focus on the heartbeat and the rumble, he slowly managed to get his breathing to slow down. He hadn’t even noticed it had sped up.

“-at’s right Peter, it’s me, I’ve got you, you’re safe now, I’m here, I’m sorry you got hurt, I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, you’re safe now, we’re safe now-” Peter’s hearing tuned back in to his dad softly murmuring words into his hair as he rocked them both back and forth.

“Dad?” his voice broke. He picked up his previously limp arms and held his dad back tight. He was scared. He knew who could make it better though, he always made it better.

“I’m here Peter.” His dad held him even tighter. Maybe his dad needed Peter to make it better too. Peter was scared, and that probably meant his dad was scared too. He was nice like that, he cared about Peter and worried about him, and he got scared when Peter got hurt. Peter didn’t remember the last time someone had been scared for him. He liked it. Well, he didn’t like it, actually, he didn’t want his dad to be scared, just like his dad didn’t want him to be scared. It was ok though, they could help each other not be scared anymore. They were good father-son duo like that.

With all the courage he could muster, Peter took a deep breath and looked up.

“Dad, I’m scared. I was so so scared. But you’re here now, and I know you will make it better. So I wanna make it better too and so you won’t have to be scared anymore either, m’kay? We can help make each other be not scared,” he stated with as much seriousness as he could.

His dad looked at him with eyes full of love, letting out a wet chuckle, tears pricking his eyes but a smile on his face.

“Yeah, Pete, that sounds like a good plan. We can help each other not be scared anymore.”

Peter nodded his head and stuck out his hand for a shake. His dad took it.

“Cuddles, then,” he said, face mockingly serious. His dad responded in kind.

“Cuddles.” A firm shake of their hands.

They spent the rest of the day cuddling and lazing about, only getting up to eat dinner (Bucky would never let his kid go hungry, if he had choice in the matter) and then moving from the couch into Bucky’s bed. for more cuddles and sleep.

Peter’s life had been hectic, with Spiderman and school and homelessness and previously foster homes. And it was still hectic, to some degree, but ever since he had found his dad and inadvertently saved him and then been saved in return, he felt like no matter what happened, no matter what life and the world decided to throw at him next, as long as he had his dad, he could do anything. he could conquer the whole world.

The father and son fell asleep that night with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts, holding each other close and feeling each other alive. 

Nowhere was safer than in their little home.