#when they grew exhausted playing he carried them both on his back 🥺

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Okay so imagine reader having a baby girl and winter knows about it as well and is truely happy. But one night when the baby is crying, the reader and Bucky are deep in sleep because they're exhausted, winter comes out and goes to hold the baby, he just melts into a puddle holding the baby 🥺 and rocking her back to sleep, he just can't get enough of looking at this beautiful little girl 🥺🥺 and he starts crying because he never thought he'd be able to live a life like this🥺🥺🥺

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pairing: Winter x Reader, Winter x ofc!Willow, Bucky Barnes x Winter

warnings: fluff!

a/n: thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!

you were a little nervous about how Winter would handle having another person in the house, especially one who requires a lot of attention from both you and Bucky.

but to your surprise, he handled it extraordinarily well. when he'd wake you up a night, it wasn't by playing with your hair. you were often awoken by a metal hand rubbing your belly, and a gruff voice talking quietly to the little girl inside your belly. Willow Rebecca Barnes hadn't even entered the world yet, but she already had her Dada and Papa wrapped around her little finger.

when Willow arrived, nothing changed. he was still gentle, and sweet, holding her as if someone could take her any moment. he was protective of her, and always made sure that she was comfortable. you'd often witness Bucky rolling his eyes and sighing because Winter would be incessantly telling him to check on Willow while she was sleeping and to make sure she was breathing.

Willow was 3 weeks old now, and was finally starting to sleep through the night. of course, she'd wake up every so often, needing a feeding or a diaper change, but other than that, she would sleep the night, which relieved both you and Bucky. being Avengers and parents weren't life styles that meshed well, but Willow made it easier to handle.

Winter opened his eyes at the distressed crying coming through the monitor on his bedside table. he glanced at the clock briefly, and read the 2:10 am in red letters. the crying ceased briefly, a sneeze coming out, then the crying starting again. Winter glanced over at you, but you were still fast asleep. he pulled himself out of bed, and walked to the nursery that was located just across the hallway.

the cries grew louder as Winter walked closer to the crib. he reached inside and unzipped the sleep sack. he pulled Willow out gently, reminding himself to support her tiny little head. her pink and white onesie covered arms were flailing around as she was placed on Winters chest. the cries quieted down slightly, but picked up again when he laid her down on the change table. he unzipped her onesie, and watched as her once warm torso recoiled at the cool air around them.

"это нормально возлюбленная." he said in Russian, the language coming to him easier than English at the moment. "папа будет быстро." her crying quieted slowly, and she stared up intently at him, as if she understood the Russian. which, she most likely could. he had been speaking in Russian to her since the moment he met her, and he knew that Bucky would tell her things from him, also in Russian, when he was inside.

you had mentioned something once about raising her in both English and Russian, to give her an advantage over other children, and also be able to communicate with Winter, or Papa, who spoke mainly Russian. being able to speak to his daughter in the language he was taught made him immensely happy. despite how easily you and Bucky spoke English, he just couldn't quite grasp it, and often mixed the two. if Willow was raised with both, he could speak to her without a worry, and that made him feel safe.

he removed the soiled diaper from underneath her, and replaced it with a clean one after wiping her off. he fastened the diaper, and placed her moving legs back inside the onesie before zipping it up once more. he disposed of the dirty diaper, and picked he now quiet Willow up. he carried her over to the rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room. he laid her small body on his chest that was covered in a sweatshirt, and rubbed her small back with his flesh hand. when he first met her, he hid the metal one from her, not wanting to scare his daughter. but, he lifted it up to brush some hair out of his face, and she let out the tiniest coo, her eyes locked on the glinting metal. he brought a finger into her line of sight, and she reached a hand out, her fingers barely wrapping around his vibranium forefinger.

Willow moved her head around slightly until her eyes found the metal hand. her own hand reached out for it, and Winter instantly obliged. he'd made the decision the second he'd laid eyes on her that anything Willow wanted, Willow would get. you didn't like that, but you knew it was a fruitless argument after trying to speak to the both of them. Bucky and Winter were upset, and their speeches ending up getting slurred together, a mix of English and Russian with a hint of Romanian that made zero sense because Bucky and Winter were making two completely different arguments. you'd given up after that, and just hoped that she wouldn't turn out completely spoiled.

Willow sucked the finger into her mouth, completely disregarding the pacifier that was attached to her onesie with a clip in favour of the vibranium. her eyes drifted up to Winter's and he gave her a smile.

"я люблю тебя мой цветок," he whispered, a tear coming to his eye as he stared down at his little girl. the little girl that he never thought he'd have. as she drifted off to sleep atop him, he glanced around the room. there were pictures of both him and Bucky (labeled of course) holding her for the first time sitting on the dresser next to her changing pad, and it made him think of the life he'd been given by Bucky.

Bucky always used to talk to him about escaping and giving them both a fair chance at life. he'd talk about them hiding in Romania, Japan, China, even some place called Monte Carlo that he refused to believe was an actual place. he'd talk about maybe finding a girl who would accept the both of them, and allow him to be a person, rather than just the ruthless killing machine he was made to be. Bucky would talk to him, in that cold dark cell, and remind him that nothing that Winter ever did, was his fault. that he wasn't what they made him to be, and that one day he would see that.

more tears poured down his face as he gazed down at Willow, and realized that everything Bucky had said was true. she wasn't the Winter Soldier anymore. his name might be Winter, but that didn't make him the Winter Soldier. he wasn't a ruthless killing machine incapable of love. he was fully capable of love, capable of loving something so little and pure. he was capable of being a father, and being a person, no matter what HYDRA had told him.

the last thought he had before drifting off to sleep, Willow safe and secure in his arms, was that he was so thankful for you. for giving him a chance when he didn't deserve it, for letting him be a person, but most importantly, giving him the little girl in his arms that was his.

Bucky was awoken the next morning by a small cough coming from his chest. he opened his eyes, and looked around, trying to figure out his surroundings. once he realized he was in the nursery, he looked down at Willow who was still snuggled into his chest, her hands curled up and tucked underneath her.

Bucky ran his hand through the small wisps of hair on her head, and pressed a kiss to her head as she cooed in her sleep. it washboard for him to believe that he was actually here. him and Winter were free, and were loved. Bucky had always promised Winter that they would get out of there, and that they'd find someone who loves them for who they are, and they have.

Bucky relaxed back against the rocking chair to allow Willow to rest a while longer, and bit his lip in excitement when he realized that today was the day Winter would get his own body, although Winter didn't know that yet.

Winter deserved his own body, especially now that he had a daughter, a daughter that deserved to know both her fathers.

translations:

"это нормально возлюбленная." it’s okay sweetheart

"папа будет быстро." papa will be quick

"я люблю тебя мой цветок," i love you my flower