#faad: daddy and willa's day

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forever and a day | 46. daddy and willa's day.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

“I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see ‘em dancing…”

Willa’s wide eyes never leave the screen as Ariel sings the familiar tune, her little body vibrating softly as she hums, curled up next to me on the plush white sofa. So far throughout the film, she’s shifted her position several times, sucking in breaths of discomfort along with her movements; it’s glaringly obvious that she’s in pain. But she hasn’t said anything to me about it, so, for now, I’ve decided to leave it alone. Not wanting to upset her, I figure it won’t be the end of the world to wait for the film to finish to address the elephant in the room.

As the song continues to play, Willa hums along quietly against me as my hand reaches up to find her hair. Slowly and gently, I begin to run my fingers over the smooth locks. The child relaxes slightly against me at this contact, and though I want to stay present in the moment, I can’t keep my mind from wandering. What’s hurting my Willa? What’s wrong; what happened to my sweet little girl? Though it very well could be just a stomachache from the food, I highly doubt it. Eggs, berries, and bread are all very mild in nature and I can’t imagine them causing too much discomfort for her.

I still don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I can’t help but think that it must have been something more that Tony did, something that Willa’s trying to keep from me. The fact that she’s in pain is obvious, but that’s simply because she’s a child and children don’t always have much capacity to conceal their feelings. I can just tell that she’s holding herself back as much as she can, and it breaks my heart. I hate how she feels like she always has to keep everything inside; I wish I knew how to make her feel safer in coming to me for help.

“Are mermaids real?” a soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Looking down, I see that Willa has turned herself on my lap to look up at me. Gazing down at her softly, my hand shifts from her hair to her cheek.

“No, I don’t think so, sweetheart… well- actually, I guess I can’t say for sure,” I correct myself. While the logical answer to that question is of course a negative, my mind travels back to the aliens taking over New York, and with that situation in mind, it’s hard to say that anything’s impossible.

“Have you ever seen one?” the girl asks innocently, her eyes wide with wonder as she talks about the magical creatures.

“Nope. Not in today’s world, and not back in the forties, either,” I tell her. She frowns at the news, and my heart sinks at having disappointed her. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not real. I’m sure they live deep in the ocean, just like Ariel. I was asleep when I traveled to the bottom of the sea, so maybe I missed my chance to see them,” I try in hopes of lifting her spirits.

“The bottom of the sea… that’s where the fishies live,” Willa notes. I nod.

“Yep, just like Flounder and Sebastian.”

“F'ounder. A-and S'bas-stin,” she tries to repeat back. Smiling at her, I can’t help but soften up at her adorable speech. The happy moment is quickly interrupted, though, by a wince of discomfort surging through the little girl. With her eyes still locked on mine, her cheeks turn red, and her eyes widen slightly as she realizes she’s been caught.

“You alright, pumpkin?” I ask gently, not wanting to frighten her.

“Mhmm,” she hums quickly, her rushed response only giving her away even more.

Sighing, my eyebrows draw together in concern. ���Sweetheart,” I coo softly, “what’s goin’ on, Willa-bug? You’ve been shifting around the whole movie; it’s clear something’s bothering you.”

The poor thing’s bottom lip begins to quiver anxiously as her eyes break away from mine, searching for a way out of the situation she’s found herself in. “N-no… ’m fine,” she insists slowly. As she leans back on my lap, I can feel her little body slowly beginning to shake against me. Poor doll.

“Kiddo, if something’s wrong, you can tell me, remember? I’m here to help you, to make things better. You just gotta talk to me,” I try.

“I-it’s nothing,” she denies weakly. “’m fine. S-sorry.” Her little apology at the end makes my heart sting. Sighing again, I nod, wishing I knew how to help her open up. Getting Willa to ask for or even just accept help has been like pulling teeth since day one. It makes sense, given the circumstances she came from, but it still makes things unnecessarily difficult as her caretaker. All I can hope is that with time and help from the therapist she’ll soon be seeing, maybe things won’t have to be this way forever.

“Okay doll,” I give in, not having the heart to push her any further in the moment. “Just remember, it’s okay to come to me for help, alright? It’s what I’m here for,” I remind her; relaxing a bit, she simply nods, seeming relieved to be in the clear.

Willa turns back to face the screen where a new scene has begun in the movie, once again falling into a trance as she’s captivated by Ariel and her story. Rubbing my thumb gently against the little girl’s cheek, I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Somehow. I’ve gotta figure out what’s hurting her, somehow.

“What would you like to do now, sweetheart?” I ask as the credits roll. Willa sits up beside me as I pull her over so that she’s resting on my lap once again. Reaching over, I grab the remote, shutting the TV off. The child rubs at her eyes sleepily, then raises her arms up for a big stretch. “You sleepy?” I tease lightly, my fingers coming down and gently poking at her belly. She giggles, shaking her head as she snuggles back up to me.

“Not s'eepy,” she says, but her voice is slow and slurred, maybe suggesting otherwise.

“It’s only two in the afternoon, you goof,” I chuckle at her softly. “We got the whole day ahead of us still. You wanna take a nap?”

“Nooo-,” she protests quickly, her eyes suddenly becoming like a puppy’s as she peers up at me, blinking innocently. “Wanna stay with you. Daddy and Willa’s day,” she adds, and I feel as if I could just melt.

“Okay baby,” I agree, brushing her hair back behind her ear and giving her a squeeze. “Daddy and Willa’s day. I like the sound of that.” She hums contently against me, her head falling slightly to the side to rest against my chest. “What d'you wanna do now? We have the whole afternoon to ourselves.”

Two green eyes gaze shyly up at me, and a familiar look forms on the child’s face. It’s the look that tells me she has something she’d like to say, but even in such a light, playful moment, her fears are still getting the best of her and she’s unable to speak. I soften my expression towards her, cupping her cheek in my hand and tilting her head slightly up at me. “What’s up, sweetheart?” I ask encouragingly. Willa bites down on her bottom lip nervously, a thin line of tears building up in her wide eyes. “Hey- oh darlin’, it’s okay,” I murmur, saddened by her overpowering timidness. “What’s on your mind, sweetie pie? We can do anything you wanna do; it’s our day, remember?”

“P-play?” the little girl whimpers quietly, her body instantly flinching back in preparation for a blow. Her simple answer breaks my heart; how broken she must be inside, to be so scared to ask for such a small thing.

“You wanna play? Of course we can, Willa. You don’t have to be scared to ask to play; I love playing with you, sweetheart.” Relaxing slightly at my positive reaction, Willa nods, sniffling as she blinks the tears out of her eyes. “And we have a whole bunch of new toys in your room, remember? What d'you say we go and check them out?”

The little girl nods shyly and I give her a smile, securing my arms around her as I rise to my feet. Placing her on my hip, I make my way back through the apartment to the bedrooms, opening up Willa’s door and stepping inside. “The whole gang helped out in picking stuff, so I honestly don’t know what all’s in here,” I admit as I flip on the light switch, a subtle warm glow illuminating the space. Bending down onto my knees, I place the child onto the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the crates. Willa stands quietly beside me, peering over the two boxes.

Guessing the little one is too nervous to go any further alone, I start pulling things out one by one, explaining to her what each toy is while placing them on the floor between us. “Here’s a Captain America doll. This one was not my doing,” I tell her with a chuckle.

“That’s you, Cap'ain 'merica,” Willa says quietly, pointing at the figurine’s face.

“Yep. Don’t know if they got my features quite right, but close enough,” I comment, raising an eyebrow slightly at the doll’s unevenly printed eyes. “Here’s a set of alphabet magnets. We can put those on the fridge, if you want,” I suggest.

“A'phabet magnets,” the little girl repeats.

“Mhmm. Oh, and here’s a set of playing cards. They all have Thor’s face on them; he was very excited about that,” I roll my eyes playfully. Willa giggles beside me, taking the box in my hand.

“Thor!” she cheers happily, her little finger pressing onto his face on the cover. “Look, there he is! My f-f'iend’s on there!”

“Yeah, you’re right, doll. He sure is,” I smile lovingly at the girl’s elation. “Y'know, you could probably find anything and everything with Thor’s face on it,” I shake my head. “He signs deals with the strangest companies, I swear.” Continuing through the first crate, I pull out the next item, and Willa’s eyes quickly lock on it. “Hey, look! These are finger paints,” I mention, looking over the box. “Skin-safe and washable, too. That seems important.” Having set the playing cards down, I hand the box to the now empty-handed girl, and she looks over them in wonder. “We can make art with those,” I explain. “Kind of like your markers and crayons, but these are more fun because we get to make a mess.”

“A mess!” Willa squeals quietly, her eyes lighting up. I can’t help but smile at her sheer adorableness as I put the few other toys back that we had looked at. This seems like it’s the one she’s most interested in.

“We have a giant art pad here, too, so we can make a really big mess,” I add, pulling out the pad of paper. Holding it up next to Willa, it’s almost as tall as the little girl herself.

“Really big mess,” she agrees, clutching the paints close to her chest. “Finger paints! With Daddy,” she beams, almost jumping with excitement.

“Alright, kiddo,” I chuckle at her, reaching a hand out and messing her hair slightly. “Let’s get to it, then. Finger paints it is.”

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forever and a day | little doctor. [blurb.]

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summary | when steve falls ill during a stay at the tower, willa finds the courage to seek help for her beloved supersoldier from new york’s most notorious physician.

characters | bruce banner, willa rogers (original character)

warnings | mild anxiety, steve is sick, very fluffy <3

requested by @steebsfav | faad blurb idea for blurb night! this idea was inspired by one of your other fics, the one where steve gets sick and his little baby takes care of him. what if willa and steve are visiting the compound one weekend (let’s pretend stinky isn’t there) and steve is under the weather and is sleeping a lot? really warm and groggy and throwing up - willa notices her daddy not feeling well and even after her world famous snuggles, he’s still sick. so she musters up the courage to find bruce, even though she’s wary of him. she finds him in the common room and gently tugs on his pants, “dr. bruce help? daddy sick”. she leads him back to where steve is and both bruce and steve are SO proud of telling bruce that she needed help!! “good job willa bug, i know that wasn’t easy for you but daddy is so proud of you! thank you for helping me sweetheart”!!!! and then willa is sitting on the edge of the bed with her hand on steve’s leg while steve and bruce talk about his symptoms and she’s smiling to herself and says under her breath “p’oud of me” :))))))))))

an | omg!!!! friend, this is such a brilliant idea!! i love the dynamic of willa taking care of steve; we got to see a tiny bit of that in romania when she healed up his cut, but this is taking it to a whole new level and i’m so excited to explore this further! it is really such a big challenge for her, especially with someone like bruce instead of daddy himself, but she does love daddy more than anything, which allows her to be exceptionally brave when necessary :’-) and ohboy, does it make steve so, so proud <3

[Bruce]

Chewing the cap of my ballpoint pen between my clenched teeth, I sigh, tired eyes scanning over the lab reports in my hand for the millionth time. “Christ-” I curse when a tap on the glass walls of the laboratory shakes me from my heavy trance of concentration, gaze wandering over to the source. When two timid green eyes struggle to meet my own, my face softens, papers dropping out of my hand and onto the table in front of me as I step over, opening up the door before crouching down to meet little Willa at her own eye-level.

“M-Mr. Bruce?” she asks warily, the tips of her black mary-janes rubbing together as her legs shake beneath her. “S-sorry for bothering you, d-didn’ know if you’d b-be busy…”

“That’s alright, Willa,” I assure the anxious girl, brow raising in concern as I notice the absence of anyone else accompanying her. “Did Steve come with you?” I ask, doubting the child would dare make the venture down to the lab alone.

Surprisingly, Willa shakes her head, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes as she explains, “N-no, Daddy’s upstairs. He’s- um, he’s- I came alone.”

“Alright,” I nod, “are you okay, kiddo? Somethin’ bothering you?”

Bottom lip trembling, Willa’s gaze remains lowered to the floor as she struggles to form her words, appearing to be choosing them very carefully as she explains, “I just- I-I- um, D-Daddy’s not feeling well, Mr. Bruce. His face is- it’s all pink and- I-I felt his forehead; s'really warm. He’s coughing, too. That’s why I c-came to find you, think he n-needs your help.” Sucking in a shaky breath, the little girl finishes her sentence, her shoulders slumping in almost relief.

With a small smile forming on my face, I nod once more. “I see; I think you’re right, Willa. It does sound like Steve might need my help if he’s feeling sick. You did a great job checking on him; those are all things I would examine, too. You’re a great little doctor.”

Face lighting up slightly at my words, Willa looks up at me carefully, giving me the tiniest of smiles in return when she finds my expression to be genuine. “Little doctor,” she repeats lovingly with a nod. “Jus’ wanna help Daddy.”

“Well how about you and I go see how he’s doing, hmm?” I suggest, rising back onto my feet as I offer her my hand. Seeming pleased, Willa accepts it, and together the two of us begin our walk back to the elevators. “It was so brave of you to come looking for me,” I tell her as her little feet walk in rhythm with mine. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you looking out for him; he’s gonna be so proud of you.”

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forever and a day | language. [blurb.]

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summary | things get a little profane when it’s sam and bucky who’re left to watch willa for the weekend.

characters | bucky barnes, sam wilson, willa rogers (original character)

warnings | just so much fluff, so adorable i can’t take it, sam is an icon we love to see it, oh- and language ;-)

requested by | For faad blurb night. Sam and bucky are at steve’s (maybe he’s gone for some important mission so they are babysitting) They think she is sleeping so are carelessly chatting and you know ✨cussing✨ And lo and behold there comes a voice- motherfu*ker(or something. just anything)

an | OMG ANON HAHA. YOUR BRAIN. i love this. also?? the parallel to morgan and tony in endgame? this is so brilliant, thankyou for submitting your wonderful ideas! overall i think bucky and sam probably make an iconic babysitting duo, tbh idk if willa’d be able to pick up on much of their banter or lighthearted beef but still!! love these guys <3

[Bucky]

“C'mon man, what was that?” Sam huffs under his breath as the noisy sticks on our controllers fill the silence of the apartment.

Keeping my eyes locked on the brightly-lit screen before us as I sit up a bit against the white faux-leather couch, I grit my teeth, scoffing as I’m dealt another fatal blow by the game’s ruthless ‘lobster-shark mutant zombie’ boss. “What the hell even is this game?” I groan as I wait for my character to respawn beside Sam’s, glancing over at the disc’s case before rolling my eyes. “Leave it to Steve to have the lamest gaming library in the history of mankind.”

“I still have no clue what the fuck this console even is,” Sam admits as he smashes the buttons with the palm of his hand, wincing as he’s knocked further and further down in health points. “Someone’s gotta collect the funds to get this man an Xbox or something.”

“Peter was talking to me about getting Willa a Switch for her birthday; I think him and Thor are in on it together,” I tell him as I’m thrown back into the round, adding, “maybe he’ll find some better shit on there to play.”

“Oh god- here comes his ult-” Sam warns as we both brace for the wrath of the 'acid tidal wave’, but despite our best efforts, for the fifth time in a row, we’re killed immediately on impact, a giant frown popping up on the screen accompanying the 'retry’ button.

“Jesus christ,” I toss the controller to the side, burying my face in my hands as my elbows fall onto my knees.

“No way anyone’s killed this thing, level’s unbeatable,” Sam shakes his head, switching the console off using his controller. “Stupid crab-ass-looking, slimy motherfucker-”

“Mo-ther-fuck-er,” a little voice calls from behind us, causing us to both shoot up in surprise, turning our heads to see Willa standing behind the couch, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Sam shakes his head, reaching out a hand before saying, “now you just forget about anything you just heard, alright? We did not say that. That is not what we said.”

Tilting her head in slight confusion, Willa raises an eyebrow. Biting my lip, I do my best to keep from bursting out in laughter. “Yeah, you didn’t say that,” she agrees as she motions to the both of us, “you did,” she continues, her gaze locking on Sam.

“Woah, woah, take it easy,” he shakes his head, his hands coming up in defense. “That’s not- we did not- I-I didn’t-”

“Bucky,” Willa’s innocent voice asks as she turns to me, wide bambi-eyes blinking cluelessly as she asks, “what’s mo-ther-fuck-er mean?”

Chuckling, I click my tongue, musing, “Well sweetheart, that is a very big word, isn’t it? I think it’d be best for you to ask your daddy tonight when he calls to check in on you; make sure you tell him it was Uncle Sam who said it, okay?”

“Hey, now that’s just not fair,” Sam disputes, turning to me with an unimpressed look, “you were throwing out just as much shit as I was before little missy here showed up and-”

“Shit,” Willa repeats; at the deadpan expression on the little girl’s face, I can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, earning a surprised look from Willa and a groan from Sam as he shakes his head, pulling out his phone.

“Alright, time to do some damage control. Better now than him finding out about it later. What the hell am I even supposed to say? 'Hey Steve, sorry for corrupting your precious little angel- Bucky and I kept getting our asseskicked in your horrible Godzilla knock-off…” As the man reads his typing aloud, Willa’s face scrunches in confusion once more as she mouths the words 'hell’ and 'asses’ to herself questioningly, only fueling my laughter more.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” I cut Sam off, opening my arms up for the child as I hum, “while Uncle Sammy figures that how, how’s about you and I pick something off my phone for dinner?” I suggest. Feet padding over happily, Willa climbs right up in my lap, watching with wide eyes as I open up my delivery app. “Anything you want, doll,” I hum softly into her hair as I let her scroll, glancing over at Sam as I ask carefully, “How’s he taking it?”

Looking up at me with defeat in his eyes, Sam shakes his head, replying, “All I know is: we’re in deep shit now.

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stuffies for all. [mini masterlist.]

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eun's collection of fics and blurbs written for dadplease's 5k stuffie celebration

key | a - angst | f - fluff | h/c - hurt/comfort | d - ddlg elements | s - smut | n - non/dubcon or dark elements | m - medfet elements |

scratchy [blurb] | f, d | mustache!daddy!chris evans x little!reader | when your daddy has to shave his beloved beard for a new role, you and your favorite stuffed friend have a little too much fun with his new look.

this one [blurb] | a | steve rogers x avenger!reader | in the rubble and debris of a mission failed, you and steve find a childhood buried.

make it a promise | f | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | to celebrate your graduation from therapy, andy gets you the gift of a long-lost friend you thought you’d never see again, along with a life-long promise of continuing to restore all the things that were taken from you.

useless toys | d, s | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader | ransom’s a cruel daddy; when he finds you playing with yourself while clutching your favorite stuffed toy, he decides you’ve got all the help you should need right in your arms.

out of sight | f, h/c | curtis everett x child!oc (un-named, unspecified) | discovering a rag doll amongst the clutter of the tail-end leads curtis to finding another little friend in need of care.

bring-a-furry-friend day | f | frank adler x mary adler |  of course mary would wait until the night-before to tell frank she needs a stuffed animal to bring to school for bring-a-furry-friend day. of course she would.

friend-making [blurb] | f | boyfriend!bucky barnes x reader | the world’s grumpiest supersoldier makes his first trip to build-a-bear.

earth's tiniest heroes [faad] | f | willa rogers (oc) x the avengers | after learning to make finger puppets, willa makes a special trip to the tower with gifts in hand for all her friends.

like father, like daughter [softie] | f, h/c | soft!dad!ransom drysdale x georgia pine (oc) | when sheepy needs a run through the wash, ransom lets georgia borrow his own little friend for the day.