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cottagecheese1 · 1 year

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Oh oh, what a platonic request where steve rogers meets his orphaned shy five years old grand grands Grand- niece, reader

Can you say Hello?

Summary - Steve finally meets his grand niece you, but he didn't know you would be so little.

Warnings - Nothing, just fluff really and a little angst

Paring- Steve Rogers x child niece reader

Steve didn't have any more family. Well, not that he knew of, after he came out of the ice and as he continued living in the present day, he learned that all his family had passed on, and even most of the people he knew except Bucky.

So you can say he was pretty surprised when he got a call from an unknown number on his phone. Steve was contemplating picking up the unrecognized number, but what was the worst that could happen? That the person on the other line tries to get his credit card number? Yea, right.

Although he was pretty contempt with learning to live like that, he would still lay down in his bed at night and wonder what would have happened if he didn't take the serum and got to live his life so Steve could pass on with the rest of his family and friends.

Steve glanced at his screen one more time before hitting the green answer button. Holding the phone up to his ear, "Hello?" Steve waited patiently for someone on the other end to answer until a voice finally came up, "Hello? Is this Steve Rogers?".

Steve furrowed his eyebrows curiously, holding his phone tighter, becoming more engrossed in the conversation.

"Uh, yes, it is. Who is this?

He heard the voice on the other end give a relieved sigh.

"Thank God. I've been trying to get a hold of you forever. My name is Jessica Marfield. I am the owner of Mar's Orphanage"

That's weird. Steve wasn't looking to adopt any kids.

"Ma'am I think you're confused, I haven't called looking to adopt any kids."

Hearing a slight chuckle on the other side of the phone, he was also confused. Now he was just waiting for another response.

"No sir, we actually contacted you because we have a little girl who's about five that recently came in that seems to be your niece, and you’re the only known relative that's she has that's alive."

Steve paused, not for a second a long time. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, Steve felt excitement and joy at the thought of a little girl that's related to him. Maybe he wasn't alone after all.

"Can I meet her? Well, I-I mean, could I schedule some time when I can meet her?"

"Oh yes, of course, Mr. Rogers, whatever time works for you. And of course, if you meet her and you would like to get guardian ship, we could go through that process also."

At this point, Steve was ecstatic. He quickly got up from his bed with a huge grin on his face. Holding the phone up to his ear again, he began to speak.

"Yes, um, how about tomorrow at 1:00?"

"Of course, Mr. Rogers, I'll put it right in my notes! She's a little shy, but I'm sure she will quickly warm up to you."

Steve quickly gave a quick 'thank you' and hung up the phone. He laid on his bed with the biggest grin on his face. After setting his alarm and finally getting ahold of his excitement, he was finally able to go to sleep.

---------------------Next day------------------------

When Steve woke up, he was probably the happiest he'd been in weeks, so when Steve went downstairs to get breakfast at the compound, everyone looked at him a little funny, considering he was unusually bubbly at this time in the morning.

Natasha eyed the blonde haired man suspiciously until she started speaking.

"Whats got you so happy, captain?"

Steve looked at her and tried not to smile, but the more he tried to suppress his grin, the wider his smile got.

"Well, I'm going to an orphanage and meeting my niece. And she's about five, so I guess I'm pretty excited. It's been a while since I had any family around, ya know?"

Natasha gave Steve a sympathetic smile and gave him a pat on the shoulder when she walked past him.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Steve. I think you'll both love each other"

Steve leaned against the counter, "I already do".

-----------------At the orphanage------------------

When Steve pulled into the Driveway and found a parked spot, he grabbed the white teddy bear from the backseat and took a deep breath. He looked up at the orphanage, and he was ready. But also very nervous.

Walking through the front doors confidentiality, he went up to the front desk and said he had an appointment to see you. The lady tapped on her keyboard and looked back up at him.

"Yea, you have a time scheduled to meet (y/n) at 1:00 correct?"

Steve didn't know her name, but he was pretty sure that was it, but even then, Steve knew she would have a beautiful name. The lady led Steve to a room filled with tons of little kids. Some of them were coloring, painting, playing dress up, and playing with a variation of different toys. It all just made him a little more excited at the wholesome sight.

"Wait, right here, Mr. Rogers, I'll have to get her quiet little self out of that corner she's always in."

Steves eyes followed the lady to the little girl who did look around five. He noticed she was coloring while sitting down in a princess chair, fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she glanced at me and back at the woman.

The little girl got up slowly and walked in front of the lady while she held her small shoulders softly. Once she made her way over to the door frame, where I was at, we all walked in the hallway. She stood silently, glancing at me once in a while.

"Can you say you say hello?"

She turned to the lady behind her once again and spoke.

"Is he my Daddy..."

I chuckled a little before the woman spoke up with a slight smile on her face.

"No, he isn't your daddy. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but he is your uncle. I'm sure you'll love him."

Steve gave a small frown at the sight, adverting her eyes down while she gave a soft 'oh' and played with her small fingers nervously. Steve knelt down to her level. He held out the white bear towards her while she stared at it.

"I got this for you. Do you like stuffies?"

He saw her give a small smile while nodding her head, looking up at him for reassurance that she was allowed to take the teddy bear.

"Go ahead, you can take it, angel, what's your name hun?

She took the white bear while giving a small thank you.

"y/n.." she said softly.

"That's a beautiful name, y/n, I'm Steve it's really nice to finally meet you"

The small girl giggled and hid her slightly red face with her hands. Steve couldn't help but pull her into a hug. He still couldn't believe how he actually still had family. Especially a little cutie like you.

Wrapping her little arms around, Steves neck and hugging as tight as she possibly could. Steve picked her up, rubbing circles on her back until he felt sniffles against his shoulder.

"Aw sweetie, why are you crying, baby?"

She looked up at him with puffy eyes and just gave him lots of "Tank you's." Steve cooed and wiped her puffy eyes. Until she spoke again.

"Cause you wan me"

Steve was positive his heart broke when she said that, moving her long hair out of her face, giving her a peck to her forehead.

"Aw, I love you so much, sweetie."

"Tank you, Stevie.."

The woman in front of me teared up but started to speak.

"Y/n, would you like to live with Stevie?" She quickly nodded her head but shortly rubbed her eyes tiredly while yawning.

The woman chuckled and walked over to me, "it's almost her nap time anyway, I'll go get the paperwork, and you guys stay here. Trust me, she'll out in a couple of minutes."

Steve laughed and gave a quick ok and felt the pressure of the small girls head on his shoulder, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Well, I guess she would be out in a couple of minutes.

---------------------time skip-----------------------

Once Steve filled out the paperwork and got her stuff, some people came over to check if his living area and house were acceptable, he slowly picked the girl up and carried her to his bedroom where she would sleep until he could get her a bed.

When Steve laid her down softly and tucked the covers under her chin, laying the white teddy bear beside her, he bent down and gave her a quick peck on her forehead.

And at that moment, Steve knew everything at that point on would be ok.

A/n: This request was kinda cute, so I decided to finally finish something that was in my drafts.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 3 months

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B-u-c-k-y? Bucky

Pairings: father!Bucky Barnes x child!reader, featuring Steve Rogers x child!reader and Tony Stark x child!reader (all platonic)

Imagine: The beginning of your relationship with your father and a glimpse at the progress

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of Hydra, mention of child mistreatment, mention of experiments, reader describes as tiny to clarify more that hydra treated them bad, mention of medical equipment such as syringes, not proofread, if you find anything else please tell me

A/N so don’t know where this came from but I haven’t been able to write something in months so I’m just happy to be able to write again hopefully, don’t know if I like it or not but here we go anyway enjoy

Kinda short, dunno about 2000 words or so

might make more parts to this

Sparks lit up the dark corridor as Bucky and Steve walked down the stairs to be met with red lights flashing above each door as the alarms blasted their annoyingly high pitched sound that made your ears ring afterwards. One look at each other, they gave a nod and split up as they took one side each of the corridor.

The first room Bucky opened was filled with cabinets made of plastic and in each was different kinds of test tubes with what looked like some kind of poisonous liquid. Syringes were spread out over the desks neatly. Bucky felt chills run down his spine as he saw the hospital bed (or more like a table with white a quilt?) in the middle of the room. Handcuffs made to restrain a person laid neatly on the bed. Blood covering the sides of the bed and his mind went back to 1945, when Arnim Zola experimented on him. Which had coincidentally also been at a hydra base. His gun raised as he searched the room for any kind of lifeforms, when he found none he went on to the next door.

This continued for at least five more doors, some of them being lab rooms and some what looked like prison cells fortified with extra protection, meaning whoever had once been inside couldn’t have fled on their own.

When he opened the sixth door, Bucky scanned the room and had it not been for the red lights flashing once in a while and the lamp that flickered out a dull light he would've missed the tiny child in the room. Knees pressed to their chest. Hospital gown clinging to their skin from blood and cold sweat. The room had cold chills and even for Bucky who tolerated the cold more than others he could feel the freezing temperature in the room. He lowered his gun and put on the softest expression he could muster during these circumstances. Bucky glanced out the door and yelled out with a soft voice (to not startle the child) once for Steve, Bucky’s gaze not soon after fell back to the quivering child, that was you, who stared at him with wide scared eyes.

Bucky took a careful step towards you as he kneeled down slightly to put his gun onto the floor. He gave you what was supposed to look like a kind smile but looked more like a grimace as he thought about what you must have been through. As soon as you saw Bucky coming closer he watched as dark blue smoke covered your tiny frame and not a second after you were gone. Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked around the room for you. His eyes fell on the coroner farthest away from him. You had covered your ears with your hands and your eyes were shut. Your body was tense and knees still pressed to your chest as you quivered further into the corner. Bucky stayed in place not knowing entirely what to do. At that moment he saw Steve walk through the door sparing a glance towards you before back at Bucky his shield raised as they both heard people run their way. With a sigh from Bucky they both left you for the time being as Hydra soldiers started to fill the end of the corridor.

As soon as you heard the sound of shots (your hands not able to muffle out the sounds that came right outside of the room you resided in) die down you opened your eyes. You watched with curious eyes as Bucky (not that you knew his name) walked into the room once more. Like before he put his gun down and gave you a kind smile, this time his hand slowly reached out for you. He watched as you pressed yourself girder into the corner as you stared at his hand.

“hey, hey, okay, it’s okay” Bucky raised both his hands into the air to show he meant no harm as he cautiously took another step closer. “I won’t hurt you” Steve watched from the door opening as Bucky interacted with you. His gaze shifted to the metal objects (or what looked like toys for children) in the room that had started to slightly hover over the ground, including Bucky’s gun.

Bucky’s eyes glanced towards the hovering objects and was a tiny bit glad that you hadn’t done anything to his left arm. “What's your name?” he let out a sigh as you didn't answer knowing you probably wouldn't answer anything he asked you, hell he didn’t even know if you could understand him. His head tilted slightly as he took slow steps forward until he knelt in front of you. The metal objects (except his arm) are rising higher into the air.

“are you alright, you hurt?” He said clearly as he watched you start to pick at the side of your arm where blood was running down onto your hospital gown. He watched as you picked at multiple wounds, some of them he could clearly see were from syringes and his eyes saddened. Both Bucky and Steve watched as you pressed yourself deeper into the corner, as you tried to hide the many bruises that littered your body.

“can I-we help you, can you let us help you out of here?” Bucky gestured with his hand to him and Steve as he said the word us. Once more he didn’t get a verbal answer but instead he got you to move out of the corner slightly. Bucky held his hand out to you once more and watched as you carefully placed your tiny hand in his much bigger one. He couldn’t help but to give a soft smile once more towards you.

"Can you walk?” And yet again there was no answer. Bucky looked at you with an uncertain expression as you stood up. Your body swaying from side to side. He carefully and slowly to make sure you could stop him if you wanted to, took you into his arms. Making sure you wouldn’t fall he stood up straight and started to walk towards Steve who smiled slightly at Bucky as he watched you shut your eyes and bury your head into his chest. The metal objects all crashed to the ground with a loud clatter of noise in various directions.

This had all been four months ago and Bucky had finally started to get you to trust him enough for you to let him teach you how to talk, write and read. By now you also trusted the rest of the avengers enough so that you wouldn’t try to hide from all of them except Steve (excluding Bucky). Tony would most days let you sit beside him as he made new iron man suits and at some time along the way he’d let you help him by using your powers to bend a metal the way he wanted it to be. This would in the end result in you running up to Bucky proud of your accomplishments and for Bucky to ruffle your hair and tell you how proud he was. These interactions with Tony also led to you having more control over your powers at least one of them. You still tended to teleport yourself unintentionally to the other side of the room if you were scared.

Today it just so happened that Bucky held another lesson with you to help you speak. So far you were able to say yes and no and some other basic things such as “hungry” and “tired”. However even though you were starting to learn you still most of the time stuck to being nonverbal and only shook your head yes or no or shrugged your shoulders when you didn’t know.

At this moment Bucky had tried to teach you to say his name and so far your tries had been good but as he knew you were a slow learner which he realized the first time he started to teach you, he knew you wouldn't be getting his name right in a while. For Bucky however this was just a minor setback as he felt he had to teach you everything after all as it so happened he was your father.

As soon as you had gotten to the Avengers base they tried to find out if you had any family that had filed a missing child’s report and to know what your name was as you refused to speak (them not knowing you didn’t know how to). Bucky had to promise you that he would be there for every test they did to you to make sure you were as healthy as you could be at that moment for you to let them be near you with any medical devices. As it turned out Hydra had somehow created you from Bucky’s DNA meaning he was listed as the father in the old Htdra records they found at the Hydra base they had attacked. They had also found out that you were around 8-9 years old. There wasn’t a specific date listed anywhere on when your birthday was, only what year you were born. This had shocked all of the heroes as they by the way you looked were way younger. All the more information they gained only made Bucky feel more guilty. Even if he didn’t know about your existence he still felt guilty over the things you had suffered with Hydra. The fact that you looked so much younger made him feel more guilty as it showed how poorly they had taken care of you. If he just looked at you he would assume you were around 5-6 years old and maybe your powers helped your appearance look younger but it still made him feel guilty.

Bucky had to shake himself out of his thoughts as he watched and heard you try to pronounce his name correctly.

“B-b-a-b-a-ck-y” You fumbled over the words as you hugged the Iron Man plushie Tony had given you a few days prior after he saw you holding a Captain America plushie. Ever since you hadn’t let go of the new plushie, much to Bucky’s demise and Tony’s ego.

Your father couldn’t help but to smile at you, it had been a long time since he smiled as much as when you came into his life and he hoped that maybe you could heal the part in himself that he found to be broken.

“not A” he pointed to the letter a in the book you held in front of you “sweetheart, it’s b-u-cky” Bucky pointed at each letter as he said them. He had originally wanted to teach you to call him dad first but as you had no idea what that word meant yet and only ever heard people call him bucky that's what he went with to for now to not make you confused.

“ba-cku?

Bucky chuckled slightly and remade his actions as before. He pointed to each letter as he said them. “b-u-c-k-y, bucky”

“B-u-c-k-y?”

“That's right sweetie, B-u-c-k-y” Steve spoke from beside you as he took the other seat next to you as he brought you a plate with different types of sliced fruit as they were still trying to see what you liked to eat.

You took fruit from the plate and tasted it. Munching on it you smiled slightly up at Bucky. “Bu-cky, Bucky? Bucky”

Both super soldiers let out encouraging smiles as you repeated Bucky’s name as if it was a chant. Bucky’s smile held more pride than the others who had heard you as he ruffled your hair. He smiled more brightly as he watched you stand up and ruffle his own hair mimicking his actions. With that he let out a small laugh and kissed the top of your head as you sat down once more, ready for Bucky to teach you other words.

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book-place · 3 months

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Accidents Happen

Warnings: hospitals, mentions of injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Hi hi! Can you please do a avengers x little reader? R is 6 and maybe Natasha or peter drop her off at school but a few hours after school starts they get a call saying she had an accident and got injured badly. So the whole team shows up at the school to rush her to the Emergency room and the person who dropped R off feels really guilty but the R tells them it wasn't their fault (also could R be wise for her age?) Anyways thanks feel free to ignore this or change some things thank you!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Nat blames herself for the accident you had at school that causes the entire team to rush to the hospital

A/N: I loved writing this

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Thank you, Nattie!” You called, scrambling out of the backseat and sending a wide, toothy grin to the redhead.

Natasha smiled at you fondly, “You’re welcome, n/n, have a good day.”

You closed the car door and turned on your heels hurrying towards the entrance, excited for school to start. The woman couldn’t help but chuckle, you’re the only kid she’s ever met that’s been happy to go learn, especially at six years old.

She watched from the car until the entrance door swung shut softly behind you before she put the car into drive once more and set off to begin her no doubt long day, though a soft smile still lingered on her lips from her interaction with you.

-•-

“Where the hell is she?”

“What’s going on?”

“Do you know who I am? I could have you fired with the snap of my fingers!”

“This place is full of so many puny humans, and yet not a single one of them is giving me a straight answer!”

The outraged roars of Earth’s mightiests heroes might not have been what anyone in the hospital was expecting in the middle of the day, but to be fair- they were beyond stressed and concerned. They had no idea what was going on, not really.

About fifteen minutes ago, Natasha had received a phone call from your school- her being your emergency contact- in the middle of a debrief with her teammates. The principal on the other side of the phone had been very vague as she informed the woman that she had been in an accident and was rushed in an ambulance to the nearest hospital, all but hanging up before Romanoff could fire off any one of the thousands of questions racing through her mind.

Chaos had followed that phone call, the avengers all scrambling around, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible with no real direction as to what was going on.

So now, they stood in the lobby, anger and worry etched onto each of their faces respectively as they swung around in circles, demanding answers from any of the many people working there.

Bucky and Thor both looked seconds away from lunging towards the closest doctor and shaking them until they gave them an explanation and to point them in your direction.

Tony was sneering at every person that passed, trying to intimidate them while Steve tried to ask questions as calmly as he could. Clint looked seconds away from diving through the doors dedicated to doctors only.

The only one that was silent was Natasha. She stood in the middle of the chaos with her arms pulled around her stomach, face paler than normal and looking as though she might be sick.

She had dropped you off this morning. She had been the one to leave you at that school without a second thought. How could she not realize that something would go wrong? She always had a sixth about that kind of stuff.

And now, because of her lack of realization, you were somewhere in this vast building, lying in a hospital bed, all alone- probably scared. And she didn’t even know if you were alright.

“Miss. Romanoff?”

The voice automatically silenced all of the avengers and they all whipped in the direction of it.

The doctor who spoke, to her credit, didn’t look the least bit intimidated at being stared down by the people, instead glanced down at her clipboard, “You’re here to see Y/n L/n, correct?”

Natashas head immediately bobbed up and down, moving forward, fear gripping her heart, “Is she okay?”

A sympathetic and reassuring smile appeared on the woman’s face, “She’s going to be fine,” She assured the group.

Everyone's muscles immediately loosened and Natahsa felt a shaky breath leave her lips as fear's grip loosened a bit on her heart.

“What happened?” Tony demanded, still not fully convinced.

With an incline of her head, the avengers all piled after the doctor as she led them through the workers only door, “She was in an accident at school. Apparently she had been trying to jump to the monkey bars at recess, but misjudged the distance and landed at the wrong angle on the metal pole of the jungle gym, hitting her head. She was knocked out, so the school called us. She has a concussion, but she’ll be fine in a few weeks if you take the proper precautions. We can discuss those later.”

There it was again, the fear and worry and guilt that was consuming the redheads entire being. She could tell by their reactions that her team was feeling the same.

“Right in here.” The doctor cast them one last smile before leaving them at the door of your room.

Immediately, Bucky all but threw the door open and everyone rushed in, crowding into the small room.

Natahsa pulled up short at the sight of you, lying in the hospital bed, looking smaller than normal surrounded by all the big equipment in the oversized bed.

You turned your head with wide eyes at the sound of footsteps, but relaxed into a smile when you saw who it was.

“Hi, guys,” You piped happily- as if nothing happened- but your voice was a bit weaker than normal.

“Oh, n/n,” Nat breathed out, immediately falling to your side, crouching down, grasping your hand in hers and squeezing it, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, smiling up at the woman, “I’m fine, my head just hurts.”

The woman frowned, smoothing back your hair from your forehead, “Do you need anything?”

Apparently, the team had caught onto Romanoffs feelings of guilt a while ago, because they exited the room at that moment, knowing that they should give her some space with you for a few minutes to sort through her emotions. They hated leaving you, but knew you would always be safe as long as Natasha was around.

You shook your head- slowly so as to not hurt yourself more, “I’m fine.” You promised, “I’m happy you’re all here.”

A shaky breath once again slipped from the woman's lips, “I’m so sorry,” Her eyes were welled up with tears.

It was then your turn to frown, confusion pulling your eyebrows down, “For what, Nattie?” You had no idea what she was talking about.

“If I hadn’t left you today, if I had known that something was wrong, I never would’ve left you.” A single tear slipped down her cheek as she squeezed her eyes shut and put your still intertwined hands to her forehead.

You squeezed her hand once, “It’s not your fault, Nattie, you couldn’t have known.” You were smiling kindly at her now.

“But-”

You shook your head stubbornly, a trait she often wondered if you got it from her, “It’s not your fault. It could’ve happened to anyone and there’s no way to tell if or when it’ll happen. Accidents happen.” You insisted.

A shaky huff of a laugh left her lips as she pressed a kiss to your forehead, “When did you get so wise?”

A wide grin appeared on your face, “I always have been, you’re just noticing now.”

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Peter: Y/n got into a fight at school.

Steve: Is she ok?

Bucky: Did she win?

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skyfallslayer · 1 year

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A Stitch In Time - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

° Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader; Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader.

° Rating: Teen (May Go Up)

° Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter.

° Word Count: 4,569

° Start Date: 7/20/23

° End Date: N/A

° A/N: I'm actually really excited for this one! I'm still editing out some of the kinks and I'll try to release the first chapter soon (and how many more will follow). I'll see you then!

-INDEX-

°Prologue: Memories Be Dammed Worried about how his mission my go, Bucky visits a 'touchy' place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

°Chapter 1: Salt In The Wound (Coming Soon) Dazed and confused, Steve drags an injured Bucky to a safe location, unaware subconsciously that this safe haven belonged to someone they once knew

°Chapter 2 (Coming Soon)

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moonlit-imagines · 1 month

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Hold it, hold it.” Your father said as he saw you walk past him in slightly revealing attire, only so that a glimpse of your stomach was shown when you lifted your arms, really. “What was that?” He pointed at your midriff.

“Huh?” You said in confusion before it clicked in your head and you’re eyes noticibly widened. “What do…you mean? Is there something on my shirt?” You looked down and brushed your hands down your stomach.

“Just show me.” Steve sighed and your shoulders dropped in defeat, pulling your shirt just over your belly button. “When did you get a piercing? How did you even pay for that?” He questioned, looking back up at you in disbelief.

“I got it done on a day you were out on a mission, my friend payed for it.” You admitted and poked it a bit. “It healed good, though. And it’s kind of cute, I like it. Don’t you?” You asked your father.

“I am glad your happy with it.” Steve plainly responded. “Just run it by me before you put any more holes in your skin. That includes tattoos, too.”

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wandanatsbaby · 9 months

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there's this kid around peter she who's new to the team. peter plays a prank to get her to loosen up to the team and possibly make another friend so peter somehow gets her to leave her room and locks her ina. dark closet as a prank but he doesn't know that she's scared of the dark bc of hydra nat and tony find her later and get on peters ass. he tries to apologize but she doesn't wanna hear that shit now any chance he had of being her friend went out the window along with any chance of her finally bonding with the team and peter is tryna fix that. rest is up to you

Prank

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Peter Parker x reader (platonic)

Warning: Angst, hurt, Peter being sweet at the end

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You hummed quietly as you sat on your bed cautiously examining the piece of clothing Natasha had gifted you. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. With hesitant steps you make your way to the door and crack it open to reveal Peter Parker. You remember him from the meeting you were required to go to as a way to meet the others. He was about your age and seemed friendly enough.

He gives you a smile and a wave before he begins talking. “Hello! I'm Peter. It's y/n right?” you give him a nod and shuffle on your feet waiting for him to leave. “The others wanted me to let you know that we have a meeting in 5 minutes.” With that he walks away.

Closing the door you sigh and lean against it. Walking over to your closet you pick out some clothes and get dressed and quickly brush your hair before heading out of your room and down the hall.

As you're walking you hear a noise coming from a closet. Looking around you open the door and frown when you see nothing. Before you could walk away you are quickly shoved into it and the door locks.

“Hello? Hello! Let me out!” you scream as tears run down your face. Visions of Hydra quickly enter your mind and you fall to the floor screaming and crying. “Let me out! I'll be good, I promise! Let me out!” The compound begins to shake and Peter begins to get worried.

Footsteps are heard followed by a loud voice “Peter what's going on?” Mr. Stark says. The door opens revealing Natasha, Tony, and Peter on the other side. All three look at your shaking body worriedly. Natasha is the first to move. She slowly makes her way to you and reaches out but you flinch back. She gasps as not even a moment later you run past her down the hall and to your room. The door slams shut and the shaking dies down slowly.

“What were you thinking Parker!” Natasha shouts at the boy as she stares daggers at him.

“I was just- I thought that. It was just a prank! I thought it would loosen her up! I thought that maybe she would open up and want to be friends!” He says as tears come to his eyes.

“So you lock the poor girl in a closet!” Natasha shakes her head and looks to your room debating whether or not to go check on you. WIth a sigh she looks back at Peter. “You better fix this.” Walking away she walks towards the elevator.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter says but Tony just shakes his head and follows after Natasha.

A week after the incident, Peter stands outside your door with some chocolate and an apology that he had practiced for hours to make sure it sounded okay. With a deep breath he knocks on your door.

Opening the door and spotting Peter you immediately go to close it but he quickly holds it open. “Wait! Please just let me explain.” He begs. You stand stiffly and cross your arms as you wait for him to speak. “What happened that day I didn’t know that you would react like that. If I did I wouldn’t have done it. I just was going to prank you so that-”

“A prank? I do not know what a prank is but I don't need an explanation. Just stay away from me. Tell everyone else that too, would you. I don’t need anymore of these “pranks” happening. I just want to be alone.” You slam the door in his face and he looks down dejected as he watches the chocolates fall to the ground.

“Peter Parker!” Yelena shouts as she walks into the room with Natasha and Wanda hot on her trail. “Fix whatever you’ve done to y/n! I was so close to bonding with her! We were gonna go vest shopping! I was going to make her see the joy in pockets!” She shouts as she points at the boy.

“I-I tried. She won’t accept my apology.” He defends himself and backs up as Yelena glares at him. Yelena would always scare him more than anything in the world.

“Peter Parker if you dont-”

“Yelena thats enough” Natasha calls to her sister. The younger girl huffs and crosses her arms.

Peter stood in your room proud of his work as he looked around at all the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling and the fake flowers, vines, and butterflies that were scattered on your walls. Until now your room had been the exact same since before you started sleeping in it.

As you walked into the room your body seemed to be on Alert. Looking up you gasped at all the things in your room as tears filled your eyes. You continued to look around until you spotted a figure standing in the middle.

“Peter?” You asked softly “What. Did you do this?”

“I did. I asked Natasha if she knew of anything you liked. She said you seemed very happy watching the stars and butterflies so I ask Mr. Stark for some help.” With a choked sob you ran into his arms giving him a hug. He was taken back but quickly reciprocated.

“Thank you!”

“Anything for you.” He whispered.

After that you had begun warming up to the team. You allowed Yelena to take you vest shopping and you both came back with bags and bags of vests each with different amounts of pockets. Clint and Kate showed you how to shoot a bow and arrow. Natasha helped train you with hand to hand combat while Wanda helped you control your powers. Bruce and Tony showed you around the lab and let you help build new suits and technology. Peter helped you learn what a prank was although you were still very confused but eventually both of you ran around the compound pulling pranks on everyone in sight. You finally had a home and you loved it.

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graciegoeskrazy · 4 months

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kaziee2 · 1 year

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Sweet Child of Mine

Summary: A child clings to Natasha

Warning: Cursing, self-doubt

Pairs: [Wanda x Natasha] [Natasha x child!reader] [Wanda x child!reader] [ small feat. Tommy & Billy]

[Words: 2.4k] [A/n: not proof read, God was this in my drafts for so long, all mistakes are my own, and I would gladly take constructive criticism. Hope you guys enjoy!!!]

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Natasha walked down the corridors of the Hydra base stealthily, checking each room and corner before moving to the next. It was a simple mission; infiltrate the base, recover Hydra files, then get out. Nothing was out of the ordinary at first, of course with the few Hydra agents now and then that she would come across, it's nothing she can't handle.

The Avengers were assigned to this mission to retrieve a weapon of some-sort from Hydra, Fury got word that Hydra got their hands on a space alien tech which landed on earth, and it was his job to recover and retrieve it. There was no time for failure, is what he said during the briefings.

Natasha was appalled at how big this Hydra base is, she never expected that she would be walking around the base for more than 30-minutes without any trouble coming along her way (of-course with the occasional guards wandering around, but it was never quiet at a Hydra base).

She was walking down a hallway when she spotted, what looks to be, various Hydra scientists. They were all huddled up in a circle, most probably discussing something. She went closer to investigate and hoped to hear what they were talking about, hiding behind a wall that was near them.

“Was machen wir jetzt damit?”(What do we do with it now?)

“Ich sage, wir unterwerfen ihn der gleichen Behandlung wie den Wintersoldaten,”(I say we subject her to the same treatment as the Winter soldier)

“Wir wissen nicht, wie seine Anatomie funktioniert, mehr oder weniger, wie sein Gehirn reagieren würde,”(We don't know how her anatomy works, more or less how her brain would respond)

“Es ist nur ein Baby, es wird leicht zu trainieren und nach unseren Wünschen zu formen sein,”(It is just a baby, it will be easy to train and mold it our liking)

The varying voices started to fade from earshot for Natasha, and just when the voices of the scientist finally disappeared, she popped her head from behind the wall to check if the scientist was still there. When she saw no one, she took it as her que to move forward and follow where the scientists were headed to find this child they were talking about.

A baby?! She couldn't believe it, Hydra was experimenting on a baby?! She knew Hydra was evil but didn’t she didn’t think they'd stoop this low and start doing things to babies’.

Just when Natasha thought she was getting lost, her comms went off, “Detka (baby), are you there?”

Natasha smiles at the voice she hears, “Yes, don’t worry, I’m still here, Wanda,” she hears Wanda sigh at the other side, “That’s good, we thought we lost you, when you weren’t answering us, are you ok?” Natasha seems baffled that she seemed so left to her thoughts that she didn’t hear them calling to her, “Don’t worry, it just seemed I was lost in thought,”

She then hears Steve in her comms’, “You need to focus up, Nat. What have you found in the base?”

“Seems like Fury’s intel was right, they do have alien tech with them, but they were wrong when they thought it was just tech that was brought here. They have a baby-”

“A BABY?! What do you mean they have A BABY?!!” Steve’s erratic voice came through.

“Old man shut up– It’s an alien baby, I’m gonna try and find out where they’re keeping them, and get out as quickly and quietly as possible,” Natasha then turns off her comms but without before hearing Wanda utter the words “I love you” and “Be safe” to her, she smiles unknowingly.

She quickly focuses on the mission again. Following the same path she last saw the scientist went. She walks along the path of the scientist until she reaches the end of the hall, she sees a hazard door that needs a key card access along with a password.

She didn’t want to just break the lock pads since it would catch attention and would most probably alert the guards and everyone else in the building. So she hid behind a wall out of sight of everyone and waited patiently for the right time.

And as she patiently predicted all the scientists that she saw before came out of the hazard sign door, then as everyone piled out of the room, she took her chance in entering the room by slipping through the automatic sliding doors before it closed on her from the outside. And just when she entered she was met by the room being damaged, bite marks and claws marks were seen scattered around on the walls and equipment. She even saw burn marks, she thinks.

That’s when Natasha saw it, a small oval shaped pod of sorts, it was on top of a table with wires and tube of sorts holding it in place. She moved towards it to get a better look at it and test if there was anything she could salvage from it and saw a small tag on it. But then she heard something, something growled and thrashed, sounding like it wanted out from whatever it was keeping it. She turns and looks for the source of the sound, walking around the pod, she sees it.

It was small, maybe the size of a regular baby on earth, but there were keen features to what made them so different, and it was most definitely when the small baby had a tail, pointy ears, claws of sorts on their hands, and the fact the skin was blue should be the most distinct feature. Natasha was at awe when she saw them, they looked so adorable and so non-threatening at first glance, the blue baby looked at her and titled its head the same way she was tilting hers. But the blue baby abruptly lunged trying to get to her but was stopped by the glass wall in their way. Natasha was startled by the sudden action and tried to soothe the baby.

The pod ship forgotten, Natasha made it her new mission to get the baby out of Hydra’s hand. I hope I don't regret this, she thinks to herself, the baby alien resumed its attempts at trying to get out of the glass box that kept it trapped. She tried to speak to the baby, hoping by some miracle it would understand her.

“Shh shh, it’s ok, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m gonna get out of there and out of Hydra, don’t worry,” she smiles softly hoping it would ease the baby by the soft act. The baby’s attempts slowed, giving Natasha a signal of sorts that maybe the baby understood her.

She moved around the box inspecting it, trying to find anything that could help her open it or break it at least, after another minute she spotted a small blinking light at the bottom right edge of the box, there was a thin line of wire connecting something to it. She opted to follow the wire seeing where it's connected too. It was a control panel with a switch on it that said, off and on. Not very high-tech of Hydra, she switches the power of the box off, and when she looks back at the box, the glow around the glass dimmed, to show the box turned off, but when she walked back, she still couldn’t open it and realized she needed something else to open it.

Natasha internally groaned at the situation. But the baby had other ideas, they looked at Natasha with an intense gaze and Natasha herself was getting a weird feeling, when all of a sudden the baby poofed just right above Natasha and she promptly catched them, “You can teleport?”

The baby croons in Natasha’s neck basking in the comfort of someone safe. Natasha felt a wave of protectiveness wash over, like a motherly instinct and hugged them tight, now with the baby safe, all Natasha has to think is getting out of Hydra, since she practically locked herself in here.

She remembers then that the baby can teleport and quickly converse with them, “Ok, now were a bit in situation little one, you gotta teleport us out of here, just out of the building and we can meet up with some of my friends that will help us get out,” she faces the baby and coos at them…and they just stare at her confused.

“Ugh— Fuck how are we getting out of here,” she groans and leans back at the nearest top side that she can lean on, but she didn’t realize that she accidentally pressed on an alert button. Startling both her and the baby, she quickly acts by fixing her mistake and breaking the access codes and machines in getting into the room.

She can hear the guards and scientist running up to the room and she plops the baby behind her getting ready for a fight, if the baby decides to teleport without her, she’s fucked. She turns back on her comms, “Guy’s I’m in a bit of a situation here,” she quickly hears Steve’s voice responding back, “Nat, what’s wrong, are you ok? Do you need back up? We're sending in Wanda to help you now,” she retaliates to that idea, “Don’t, I just need-” she couldn’t even finish when she felt herself drop to the floor and heard screams from familiar voices.

She realizes that she’s in the quinjet and with the baby wrapped around her right leg, smiling at her. She smiles back and quickly stands up, picking up the baby with her, she looks around and everyone is in a fighting position, “Oh calm yourselves, they’re fine, they won't hurt you…But I will if you try to hurt them,” she gives each one them a glare, and they quickly relax (somewhat).

That’s when a girl with brunette hair rushed in for Natasha to hug, but is stopped when she hears a growl coming from the baby that Natasha is holding. “It’s ok malysh (baby), she’s not gonna hurt you. I promise,” Natasha nods at Wanda indicating her to move closer. She does so and when she gets close enough Wanda gives Natasha the tightest of hugs while making sure she didn’t agitate or hurt the baby Natasha was holding, she was worried that she was gonna lose Natasha when she heard that she was in a bad situation.

Both girls revel in the situation forgetting for a moment where they are, Natasha was the first one to loosen the hug they both were in, she turns to Steve and asks him to start the quinjet and get them out here and promises them that she will explain everything, Steve quickly gets to it. Leaving Natasha and Wanda alone along with the baby (Which Natasha was still holding).

“So, are you going to explain the baby? Or do I have to wait as well?” Wanda asked her.

“I will, don’t worry, let’s sit down first and get comfortable,” They both sit on one of the side benches in the quinjet and the baby Natasha is holding starts to squirm, that's when she sets them down and they start to lay down on Natasha’s lap and sleep. Both Wanda and Natasha awed at the sight.

And for the time being Natasha started to explain to Wanda and Steve (who came back after putting the quinjet on autopilot) what conspired in the Hydra base.

“Do they have a name?” Wanda was the first to ask.

Thinking back Natasha did think she saw a tag on the pod before she saw them. She smiles and looks back at Wanda, “It’s (Y/N),”

“Well isn’t that an adorable name for this adorable space baby,” Wanda comments, she looks at (Y/N) with adoration.

“How are you sure they won't attack us?” Natasha glares at Steve for even insinuating that, “They won’t as long as we make sure we don’t hurt them,” Steve still seemed a bit skeptical but accepted the answer. “Well it’s not me you have to worry about Nat, it’s Fury that you might want to try and convince. As long (Y/N) won’t doesn’t seem like a danger to anyone, I’m okay with it,” Natasha agrees, “Don’t worry, I already got a plan.” she assures him.

“Seems like they’re already attached to you. I’m pretty sure they see you as a mother already,”

“Yeah…a mother,” she smiles sadly and lets out a small laugh.

The air around them seemed to change and Steve quietly blamed himself for it, Wanda looked at Steve silently telling him to leave, and Steve obliged to the request.

“Are you ok, moya lyubov' (my love)?” Wanda places a hand on Natasha’s forearm and softly caresses it.

“Yeah, I guess I just never thought that maybe, just maybe (Y/N) might see me as their mother. I don’t even think I’m a good enough mother,”

Wanda lets out a gasp at that, “What do you mean, you're not a good mother? I think the small twin boys at home would think otherwise.”

“You think so?” Natasha looks at Wanda, the love of her life, the life that she was never willing to change ever, and the life she will fight tooth and nail to keep them forever with her.

“I know so, I love you Natty, and the boys does so too, so much so that, I’m pretty sure you replaced me as the favorite mom, when you brought home Liho,” she teases and Natasha smiles at that, “I’m pretty sure the boys won't complain in having another sibling, they have been asking for a dog, and I think with (Y/N) they would be so much happier.”

“I love you too, and I love the boys too, so much and I love this and every other life I'm in with you. Thank you malysh (baby). I’m pretty sure the boys will love (Y/N) too, I know I do already.” Natasha leans on Wanda and holds both her and (Y/N) close.

They all stay silent, relishing in the warmth and love of each other. All of them have smiles on their faces as they wait to arrive at the compound. Steve smiles where he stands when he sees them, he hears everything and even lets out a small tear at every word they told each other, they both deserve what they have now, and he’s happy for them and so is every other Avenger is too. And if Fury tries anything, he’ll have a one-on-one chat with him.

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marvelfanfics1 · 11 months

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What if Papa!Steve shaves off all his beard and it freaks the little one out!

She runs to Daddy! Bucky, like Daddy this strange man won't stop following me around the house! Who let him in?!,😂😭

Steve's like baby it's me🥹

Who's me? Who are you Mr?!?!

And obviously Bucky wouldn't help the situation and just laughs out loud

AHHH, I LOVE STUCKY! I JUST WANNA MARRY THEM! I totally would not recognize Daddy Stevie without his beard. I love his beard!

- Makayla 💜

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cottagecheese1 · 2 years

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■ Steve rogers ■

Help [avengers helping teen reader with homework]

Can you say hello? [Steve Rogers x niece Child reader]

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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Naughty Step (Request)

Warnings: Let me know

Age: 2

Word Count: 1,057

Requests: Open

Summary: Your bad behaviour caused you to be put in the naughty step

Requested by:

Date: 07/10/2022

A/N: The ending is awful I hate it so much it just ruins the whole story. I wrote the perfect ending last night and when I went back this morning everything that I wrote was gone.

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The Avengers were all sitting around the table and enjoying their Saturday night takeaway together.

Since everyone was so busy with their own lives Saturdays were the only time when everyone could get together.

Tonight's dinner was pizza. You were sitting in your high chair watching your mom cut up your slice into smaller pieces.

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Lots of different serious conversations were happening all at once and there was you telling Wanda about your new colouring book and that you coloured a dinosaur in yellow and that you decided your mama's phone was needing to be cleaned so you took it in the bath with you and used it as a bath toy.

You were such a talkative 2-year-old that Natasha had to remind you constantly to stop talking and eat your dinner.

It had taken you a while but you had finally eaten nearly eaten half of the pizza.

Peter was sitting next to you and you looked at his plate and you saw that he had French fries and you wanted some.

"Y/N have one pwease?" You pointed at Peter's plate.

"Is that okay Ms Romanoff?" Peter asked first before he gave you any just in case.

"Only one Peter since she still has pizza to eat."

Peter handed you a french fry and you ate it then you pointed at his plate "more pwease."

"No Y/N eat your own dinner not Peter's," Steve said.

That sentence right there was your breaking point. You couldn't believe that he would say something like that it caused you to start screaming.

"Want more." You screamed.

"You can get more but only if you say please." Natasha tried to reason with you she hated seeing you get this upset over some fries.

Of course, you being a stubborn 2-year-old decided to go in the complete opposite direction. "No pwease." You angrily crossed your arms.

"Why?" Natasha asked trying to hide her laughter. For some reason, she always found your little toddler tantrums the funniest thing ever and very amusing but she tried her best to hide it she didn't want to encourage that behaviour.

Steve was the complete opposite he found no amusement in it whatsoever and got annoyed by your screaming very quickly.

"Pwease yucky.”

"Okay then no more for Y/N," Natasha said

"MORE!" You screamed as loud as you possibly could.

"Y/N, stop being silly," Steve said getting more annoyed.

But you didn't stop if anything it just made you scream more.

Steve stood up took you out of the high chair and walked away carrying you.

"Mama!" You cried trying to reach out for her but she didn't come to save you.

Steve sat you down on the step in the next room. "You stay here Y/N till I come get you," Steve said firmly then he walked away.

You got up and followed him then he put you back on the step.

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It has been six times you had got up from the step only to be put back on it and you weren't planning on giving up any time soon.

"Steve just stop you're not going to win this she's not going to give up. She's too much like Natasha." Sam said watching you and him go back and forth.

"That's what she wants she wants me to give up." Steve picked you up and placed you on the step yet again.

You screamed and screamed for your mama but you didn't move from the step

After 5 minutes of nonstop screaming, there was silence.

Natasha went to check on you and saw you sleeping on the step with your thumb in your mouth. Your face was bright red from all the screaming and crying.

She picked you up and carried you Into the common room where everyone was.

"I think it's time we take this little one home," Natasha whispered.

After Steve and Natasha said goodbye to everyone they got into their car and drove home.

They moved out of the compound a few months after they found out that Natasha was pregnant they decided that the compound wasn't a safe place for a baby to be and they wanted their own space too.

The drive back home was completely silent since you were asleep and Steve and Natasha didn't say a word to each other.

Natasha carried you into the house and to your bed. After she tucked you in and was certain that you were safe and sound she went to her and Steve's bedroom.

She didn't go all the way into the room she leaned against the door frame and watched as Steve folded some laundry.

Steve didn't even need Natasha to speak he just knew that she was there.

"Please just say whatever it is that you're planning on saying." He placed a folded pair of socks in the laundry basket and then turned to face Natasha.

"I don't think that you handled things with our daughter correctly."

"Well, what did you expect me to do Nat she was out of control?" Steve said starting an argument that he definitely wasn't prepared for.

"She's not out of control Steve she's a toddler she's just doing what toddlers do" Natasha argued back she wasn't going to let him think he is right about this.

"She needs to be disciplined more Natasha you're not strict enough with her and have let her get away with far too much."

"I have been giving her the discipline that she needs but I have also been showing her that she is free to express her emotions how she thinks is right and not be made to hide them away and be scared to show any real feelings."

When Natasha said that Steve went silent he had forgotten that Natasha wanted to give their daughter the childhood that she never had.

Steve walked over to her and hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry honey I know that you want our daughter to have the childhood that you always dreamed about having and she will I promise. I will do everything I can to keep you both safe. Please forgive me."

A smile grew on Natasha's face then she placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Of course I forgive you."

"Thank you," Steve said gently cupping her face and kissing her again.

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ravensinthedaylight · 2 years

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The Mystery of JFK

Sam: I will always believe that it was Johnson who had Kennedy killed, it just makes sense.

Clint: Nope, it was without a doubt the Mafia. It can't be a coincidence that the dude who killed the supposed shooter had mafia connections.

Tony: Oh c'mon, it was without a doubt the KGB, no offence Nat.

Natasha: None taken.

Steve: Am I the only one who thinks that it was indeed just the lone gunman and that everyone else is reading too much into it.

Everyone else: You are

Bruce: What do you think Buck?

Bucky *flipping a page of his newspaper*: Oh yeah, that was me.

Everyone:

Everyone: ...

Rhodey: I've learned by now not to ask too many questions.

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spideytingley · 3 months

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twice in a lifetime

pairing: steve rogers x platonic child!oc

summary: shortly after getting out of the ice in 2011, Steve finds out that the descendants of one of his friends live on New York, and he decides to visit them, thinking that maybe he won’t have to be all alone anymore. thanks to this, he finds a family for him in this new time.

content warning: brief mentions of death.

word count: 1.6k

Doubt had started to creep in as Steve hesitated on the doorstep, staring at the wooden door in front of him. An elderly man had opened the building’s door for him, recognising him from the news, or maybe from a museum exhibit — he was supposed to be ancient history by now, but yet there he stood. The second World War had been almost seventy years ago, and while having lived it, Steve was barely thirty. And his friends were dead, as he should be.

That was why he was standing in front of the apartment, really. It turned out that according to SHIELD’s extensive database, a past teammate of his, Dum Dum Dugan, had family living in New York, close to where he lived in Brooklyn. It was a no-brainer that he had to visit, at least drop in to see what had become of something he’d known. Something that wasn’t a grave. (Or Peggy Carter, of whom he didn’t want to think about too much, for the sake of his heavy heart.)

He would be intruding in their life, he knew that. It was probable that none of them ever wanted a super soldier in their house, stirring up memories from long ago, which was why he decided that, in reality, it was a bad idea from the start. He heaved a sigh and turned around. Maybe next time he would have the courage to go in. Third time’s the charm, isn’t that how that goes?

The sound of a lock turning made him stop on his tracks. The door to apartment 9B creaked, and Steve had to look down to see a head peeking from the small opened space left by the door. It was one of the kids he’d seen on the files, barely ten years old and grinning up at him like she knew something he didn’t.

“Hi,” breathed Steve, tripping on air as he made his way back to the door.

The girl giggled, sharing a look with someone still hiding behind the door. “Hi. You’ve been standing there a whole lotta time, Mr. Steve. Are you tired?”

He blinked. Maybe she did know something he didn’t.

“You know who I am?”

“Yeah! It’s the second time you’ve been to our house, but you never go in. Daddy says to give you time, but I think you need a little push,” she said, big green eyes looking up at him. “So this is me pushing you. Come on in, Dom even had time to bake some cookies while you were there!”

She made a motion of inviting him in, but as she walked towards what he guessed must be the kitchen, he stayed on the doorway. He knew her name was Flora, she was ten and a half, and barely four feet tall, which was short for her age. She was in fifth grade in a primary school in Brooklyn, and she already knew she wanted to be a doctor. Steve knew all these things about her, and he was a stranger to her — yet she was so trusting.

She turned around to look at him, a cheeky grin on her face as she said, “We have star sprinkles for you, Mr. Steve. Dad said maybe you wouldn’t like them, but Dom and I thought it would be so funny. Do you like red, white and blue sprinkles, Mr. Steve?”

It had been a while since he’d been around children, so he was unsure if Flora was some special case, or if all kids talked that much in so little time.

He managed to smile at her, about to answer—

“Flora!” a man’s voice chided, and Steve looked the other way to see who couldn’t be other than Ronan Dugan, her father, and Dum Dum’s grandkid. Ronan’s gaze settled on him, and he could see the apology swimming in his eyes. “Mr. Rogers, I’m so sorry about my daughter’s enthusiasm. They’ve just been excited to finally meet you.”

“They have?” he asked Ronan, startled. “I don’t mind it, it’s… refreshing, actually. And call me Steve, please.”

His eyes lingered on the girl running into the other room, her giggle echoing off the walls, and he was reminded of little Rebecca Barnes, who had just turned twenty the last time he’d seen her, which had been… a long time ago. She was probably dead, too.

“Director Fury told me you’d been asking around about us,” Ronan said, “and if there’s something my kids are, is nosy, so they found out about it.”

Steve had almost forgotten that detail. Most of the family had or was currently working for SHIELD both as agents on the field or offices, ever since Dum Dum had become one of the founding members of the organization—it was their legacy, and they clearly treated it like it.

Ronan stepped closer, lowering his voice. “If you think this is too much, I totally understand. You’re not obligated to be here, Steve. I can tell the kids you were called aw–”

“Nonsense,” he rapidly said. He didn’t know if he would have the courage to try again otherwise. “I’d love to meet all of you, if it’s alright with you.”

“I’m afraid Flora and Dominic would kick me out of my house if I kicked you out,” he joked, bringing an easy smile to Steve’s face. “You can leave your jacket on that hanger, by the way. The kids are in the kitchen, when Flora sensed you coming they started baking, as I’m sure she told you.”

Steve hesitated at the strange choice of words, but thought nothing of it and closed the front door behind him, hanging his aviator jacket. Soon he was being met with the smell of freshly baked cookies coming from the kitchen, where he could see Flora and a much taller boy, Dominic—who liked to be called Dom, as his file said.

As soon as he saw him, the teenager perked up, stretching a hand toward him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Ro– Sir… Captain America,” he rushed the words out endearingly in a nervous manner.

Steve shook his hand, briefly surprised by the strength of his grip. “Call me Steve, Dominic.”

“Then you can call me Dom,” he replied, with a grin.

He glanced at the countertop, where Flora was working very hard in concentrating on handling the sprinkles she had told him about by the door. In the time he’d been deciding on whether he would enter or not, they had baked cookies that looked very appetizing—all with the color of his uniform, the flag of the United States.

The kitchen was bigger that the one he had at his apartment, which made sense given that it was for a family of three. It was cozy, and lived in, noticeable on the way the fridge was filled with stickers and photos stuck to it with magnets of places they’d visited—he felt a sudden sensation of longing in the way this house screamed home, a stark contrast to the cold place that awaited him just two blocks away.

“Can you eat cookies?” asked Flora, bringing him out of his evaluation of their home. “Dad isn’t really allowed to, he’s supposed to be on a diet.”

“I can eat pretty much anything,” he confessed, with a smile. “And however much I want, thanks to being a supersoldier.”

“Great, because we made too many cookies!”

“Come on, Flora, there’s no such thing as too many cookies,” said Ronan, bringing one to his mouth. “Especially when they taste this good. I might have to ban you two from the kitchen, eh? Not all of us can eat without getting fat.”

Steve laughed at the dig, and took the cookie that Dom was offering. His eyes widened. “This is really good.”

The kids high-fived each other, bright smiles on their faces for a job well-done.

“What’s that?” asked Dominic, lazily pointing with his index finger to the leather notebook in Steve’s hands.

They had brought the trays to the living room and had turned on the television, and Steve had gotten it out of his pocket when something interesting had shown up on the News, ready to write it down for later.

“It’s where I write general knowledge events that I missed, so I can learn about them,” he said, handing it to him. “Director Fury gave me some of those, but I’ve been collecting them ever since I woke up.”

Flora stood behind the couch, reading the notebook from over her brother’s shoulder. “Steve, you’re missing a lot of stuff! I can’t believe Mamma Mia isn’t there,” she whispered in shock.

He hummed, recognizing the name. “That’s a song from ABBA, right?”

“And only the best musical of all time!”

“Says a ten-year-old,” laughed Ronan, sharing an amused look with Steve.

“Whoever recommended just Star Wars has clearly never watched Star Trek,” said Dom, a frown on his face as he read.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” breathed Steve, brows knitted together. “I tell you what, you both can write whatever you think I’m missing from this century—“

“—and the previous one,” piped in Ronan.

“And the previous one,” he agreed, and hesitantly looked at the kids. “And maybe you could show me some of it?”

Their eyes lit up, excitement shining in them.

“You are so watching Mamma Mia!” squealed Flora, running out of the living room.

Steve’s eyes followed her as she left, Ronan’s laugh filling the room. “You have a problem in your hands, she’s getting her CDs from her room.”

A beat passed.

“What’s a CD?”

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elizabethsnuts · 4 days

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So what about winterwidow's little daughter being so obsessed wither her Uncle Steve? Bucky and Nat gettin a lil jealous at Steve bc yn always wanna be with her Uncle Steve...

Uncle Steve

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You absolutely adore your Uncle Steve and your parents are feeling a little jealous.

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You adored her Uncle Steve, how could you not? He is the Captain America himself. You were always toddling after him, clinging to his leg or reaching up with tiny hands, begging to be picked up. Natasha and Bucky couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you seemed to prefer Steve's company over theirs.

One evening, as Natasha and Bucky settled you into bed, you began to protest, "No nigh-nigh, Mama! No nigh-nigh, Dada! Want Uncle Steve!"

Natasha exchanged a knowing look with Bucky as they both chuckled softly. "Sorry, sweetheart, Uncle Steve has his own room. You can see him in the morning," Bucky explained gently, tucking you into bed.

But you weren’t convinced. With a pout, you crossed your arms and declared, "No! Want Uncle Stevie's silly voice!"

Natasha and Bucky exchanged amused glances before Bucky said, "Alright, how about Mama can tell you a story tonight?"

You considered this for a moment before nodding eagerly. Natasha began to weave a tale of her exciting missions and crazy encounters, keeping it toddler-friendly of course. Your eyes slowly drooped shut, lulled by your mother's soothing voice.

As both of your parents walked out of the room, Bucky couldn’t help but joking say, “Does she forget we are her parents sometimes?”

Natasha couldn’t help but snicker, although the thought crossed her mind. She bit her finger lightly and settled in their bed.

The next morning, you were up bright and early, bursting with excitement as you raced through the compound in search of Uncle Steve. Finding him in the kitchen, you tugged at his hand, your words coming out in a jumble, "Uncle Stevie! Uncle Stevie! Want to play!"

Steve chuckled and scooped you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Good morning, Y/N! How about we have breakfast first, and then I'll play a game with you?"

Your face lit up with a grin as you nodded enthusiastically, already chattering about your favourite breakfast foods.

“Strawberry better on pancakes.” You declared as you shoved some fluffy pancakes in your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberries tingling on your tongue.

“Mmm, I think blueberries are better.” Steve responded, putting a blueberry on your pancake.

“No way Jose! You eat your stinky blueberry!” You threw the blueberry back at him with a giggle. You shook your head and sighed, speaking under your breath. “Silly Uncle Steve.”

Steve laughed lightly and shook his head, turning his eyes back to his news paper. How old fashioned of him.

As the days passed, Natasha and Bucky watched with amusement as you continued to shadow Steve, playing all sorts of games. ��Monster’ was one of your favourites as Steve pretended to be a Monster and chased after you. But one night, as they were settling into bed, you came racing into their room, your expression one of frustration.

"Mama! Dada!" you exclaimed, your little fists clenched at your sides, "Uncle Steve keeps telling me old man stories, and I wanna play with you!"

“What kind of stories, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You huffed, your cheeks flushed with frustration. "He keep talking ‘bout 'good ol' days' and how things different back then. I just wanna play!"

Natasha stifled a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Well, maybe Uncle Steve just wants to talk about his time in the old days?”

You shook your head. “Tell him he need to talk faster!” You said with a groan, falling onto the bed dramatically.

Bucky laughed. “What? Is he boring you to sleep? Do you start snoring every time he starts telling a story?” He asked with amusement.

You nodded and groaned again. “So sleeeepy.” You suddenly sat up and faced Bucky. “Daddy! I not snore!” You huffed and crossed your little arms.

Natasha started to laugh as she saw your little cranky face. “Alright, alright, you don’t snore, you silly goose! Do you just want to play with Mama and Dada?”

You nodded eagerly, your tiny fists clenched in determination. "Yeah! I wanna play hide and seek with you and Dada!"

With a chuckle, Natasha and Bucky agreed, setting off on a game of hide and seek that spanned the entire compound. Your laughter filled the air as you darted from room to room, your parents hot on your heels.

You spent the evening playing games and laughing together, forgetting about how boring Uncle Steve’s stories could get. Natasha and Bucky realized that no matter how much you adored Uncle Steve, your heart would always belong to your loving parents who always had much more exciting stories.

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skyfallslayer · 9 months

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A Stitch In Time || Prologue

-Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader-

Series Masterlist

° Series Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Chapter Summary: Worried about how his mission may go, Bucky visits a ‘touchy’ place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

° Date: 7/20

° Rating: Teen

° Word Count: 4,569

° Warning: Talks about death/dying; Reference to Suicide; Guilt; Child Abandonment; Talks of Fertility Issues; Alcohol; Allusions to Depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

° A/N: The only excuse I have for taking so long to get this out is because I had an expected mental health break. One that was needed. But I'm back! And I'm slowly updating some of my other stories! So be on the look out for those! Also, let me know if I missed any warnings! Enjoy!

The freshly wetted grass squished underneath his boots with each and every step. His shoulders were slacked, but his wrists were tense as he held the delicate bouquet with both of his hands. He was always nervous to be here, even though he’s done it so many times after finding it, the nervousness never went away. The nausea never stopped too… or the guilt… the fear… the sadness. Nothing ever stopped like he so desperately wanted to. Was this a curse he was stuck with for helping to bring another child into this cruel world?

He reaches the end of his line, just a few short inches away from where his toes could touch the stone; The stone etched with words and numbers that made his heart ache. And when his knees felt weak he lowered himself to the ground, sitting back on his heels. With a bittersweet expression on his features, he removes the old lilies and replaces them with your favorite, pearly white ones. The ones you always smelled like when you came back from playing in the park. Who knew he would miss such a fragrance?

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, and exhales quietly, gathering his thoughts. “Hey, baby girl. It’s been some… time since I’ve visited. I honestly thought I should wait until your half birthday, but…” He trails off, frowning. “But uh, I’m heading off on another mission tomorrow, a… potentially dangerous one.” He chuckles dryly. “You know the deal with those.”

He pauses like he’s waiting for your answer he knows he won’t get, letting the hot summer wind touch his face and through his chocolate locks. He waited for that as his cue to continue on.

“Uh… so…”

It hurts to even think about it.

“I was just…”

Should he even say it?

“Wondering again if it goes south I can…”

Should he repeat what he always says to your grave?

“Be next to you?”

Another pause, this time it felt more painful. It always hurts to be here. It always hurts to say those words because it wasn’t like he had a death wish, it wasn’t like he was afraid of death, he just… didn’t know if he deserved to be next to you. You were his whole world and he fucked it up. Fucked it up so bad that it makes him more anxious to want to hold you, and hug you, and kiss you, and just talk to you. He loves you.

He’s loved you since the very beginning.

Bucky would have fallen back in shock if it wasn’t for the small bundle in his arms. His ex-girlfriend had just said some words that he didn’t need to hear right now. Couldn’t even comprehend it.

No, it wasn’t, ‘Can we get back together? I made a mistake’.

No, It wasn’t, ‘The baby isn’t yours’.

No it was–

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked, disbelief etched in his words. There was also an underlying sense of anger and betrayal, because–

She couldn’t be serious...

Right?

He watched the woman standing in front of him roll her eyes, snatching her purse from his living room’s couch while responding, “I don’t want her. I only had her because you wanted to keep the baby after finding out I was pregnant.”

He nearly doubled over when he heard the disgust in her voice. “So you’re just going to leave?” Bucky asked, seeing his ex now putting on her winter coat. “But our daughter needs a mother figu–”

“YOUR daughter.” His ex snapped, poison on her tongue. “That baby–” She points furiously. “That baby is a spitting image of you. All the way from the shape of her face to the way she smiles. Everything. Which is fine by me, I don’t want someone looking like me out in the world.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak as he followed her behind as she walked towards the front door. Unfortunately, she beats him to it. “As for a mother figure, you’ve got three sisters and a mom. That baby can pick up skills from them.”

She swings the door open, letting in the cold breeze of February. Snowflakes flew in, sticking to her clothes and curly hair. Bucky immediately stood sideways and drew you as far away as he could from the freezing air.

(Was she trying to freeze you?!)

“Dottie!” He called out from the doorway, stopping her on the porch.

She wasn’t even going to look back at him, wasn’t she? Or even look at you? Did she truly not feel anything?

He doesn’t know why but his voice cracked, and although he and his ex’s relationship was always rocky, and they both knew that whatever was between them wasn’t going to work out, he still doesn’t want her to leave him alone with a one week old.

“Come on…” He continued, quietly. “At least stay for a couple months until I can do this on my own.” His lower lip quivered slightly. “Please?”

He felt you shift a bit in his arms, probably from the weather, and waited for her to turn around…

But she never did.

“Goodbye, James.” Dottie said, before trailing across the snow covered path to the sidewalk.

Bucky watches her disappear into the night, his feet glued to the floor even when part of his mind told him to run after her. It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t want to go after her, thinking that maybe she’ll change her mind if actually begs, but the mere thought went out the door when you started to get fussy and cry.

Something deep within him kicked in, probably that parental instincts he’s heard about from his own parents, and all his attention was turned to you cradled in a lilac colored blanket.

“Hey…” He whispered, readjust his hold so that he could gently brush their–

No.

That’s officially gone out the window.

It’s just his daughter. His.

He readjust his hold so that he could gently brush HIS daughter’s cheek. To brush your cheek like a soft paint brush across a canvas. “Hey. Don’t cry.” He says, soothingly.

He makes a soft shushing sound as he closes the front door with his hip, before carefully guiding himself to sit near the fireplace. He lays you cautiously in his lap, almost in awe as he sees your eyes peeking open for the first time.

(Y/E/C) eyes.

So beautiful like the world itself. He almost wanted to start taking pictures.

Maybe later though.

He chuckles sadly, tears in his own as he brushes your cheeks again. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, I got you.” He said, smiling down. “I got you, baby girl.”

You cooed quietly, staring back at him with a bit of curiosity. The look you were giving him melted his heart, but it also made him feel like he didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’m sorry…” He croaks, sniffling. “It looks like it’s just going to be me and you, doll. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

You made the cute sounds that took his breath away again, taking up his whole surroundings. However, if it wasn’t for his military training, he probably wouldn’t have even heard someone tumbling down the stairs. Bucky glances at the living room entrance, finding a certain skinny blond that he called his best friend. He saw his chest move slightly, and could almost hear him panting from here.

“S-Sorry.” Steve exhales, leaning against the door frame. “Your mom sent me down here when we heard everything go quiet.”

Bucky smiled a little. “She got worried?”

Steve copies him with a chuckle. “Yeah. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t run off with her grandchild.”

The brunette shakes his head. “That sounds like my mother.” He turns his attention back on you, but from the corner of his eye he could see his friend shifting uncomfortably, almost hesitantly, in his spot. His smile grows. “Come here.”

“What?” The blond said, genuinely confused.

“Come here, Steve. You can see her.”

He stiffens up a bit, looking unsure. “H-Her… A-Are you… are you sure?” Steve asked, pointing towards the stairs in the hallway. “I-I shouldn’t be the one seeing your baby first. Shouldn’t I–”

“Get your ass over here, Rogers.” Bucky said, almost wishing he could free his hand up and drag him by the ear (he was always so timid and too cautious sometimes).

Not even daring to question his best friend’s wish, Steve wandered over and took a seat on the couch next to Bucky. He leans in close, examining the small bundle in the soldier’s arms.

Steve’s big blue eyes lit up with joy. “Wow, Buck. She’s adorable.” He said, as you scrunch up your nose to show off your cute, chubby cheeks.

“She is.” Bucky said, fighting back the stinging sensation in his eyes again. He now wonders…

(Is this what it's going to feel like all the time now?)

After a moment of silence, Bucky threw his friend through another loop. “Wanna hold her?”

Steve held his hands up in defense almost immediately after those words left his tongue. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t.”

“I trust you.” Bucky holds you out a little, a reassuring look on his face.

Steve raises a cautious eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.” Bucky laughs. “I’ll show you.”

Bucky then takes his time showing Steve how to hold you, giving him pointers and readjusting everyone once and awhile until he has you in a good position. The blond’s nerves seemed to vanish into thin air when he started to see that you were looking at him with the same curious eyes you made at your father. Those eyes of yours could melt anyone’s hard shells at this point.

Steve chuckles, and grins as he gets butterflies in his stomach from you. “What’s her name?” He asks, sparing a glance at your dad for a split second. “Did Dottie ever give her one?”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “No.” He said, his voice feeling rather small at the moment. “No she didn’t. I’m tasked with giving her one.”

“Have you thought of any? I know you were looking through some books a few weeks back.”

“I have and I think…” He takes another good look at you, making sure the name was the right choice. “I was thinking… (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” The blond repeats back, testing it out like an echo chamber for his friend who nodded back.

“Yeah. (Y/N).” Bucky tests it out his lips as other names start to form. “(Y/N)... Stevie Barnes.”

He looks up in surprise. “Stevie?” Steve asks in disbelief again.

Bucky smiles. “Well, I heard Stevie is the girl version of Steve, so…”

“But…” His blue eyes look away again, looking completely torn.

Your father raises an eyebrow over this. “But what?”

“You’re flattering me way too much, Bucky.”

“Am I?” Bucky asked, tilting his head, slightly puzzled.

“Y-Yes!” Steve said, shaking his head. “Y-You can’t– You shouldn’t name your kid after me.”

Now it was his turn to be even more confused. “Why not?”

“Because, I’m– y-you have sisters! Parents. Y-You should name her after them. Not me.”

“But, Steve, you’re my brother. Besides…” Bucky shifted in his seat, knowing what he’ll say next is touchy. “I know… the doctor said you might not be able to have kids so… think of this as me… giving you a small piece of that.”

Silence befell, the subject was something that really hurt Steve when he heard it the first time; Hell, it even hurt his mother who was present at the time. It kind of haunted him for a while because what could he offer to a person who wanted to share his life?

Steve stares at him for a while before tearing up, laughing quietly and looking away. “Jesus, Bucky. You’re making me cry.”

A chuckle. “Well don’t, ‘cause I’ll start crying again.” Bucky says, making them belly laugh.

The blond sniffles and tests the name out on his own. “(Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” He looks back down at you, his smile returning fully. “Not bad, Buck.”

Your father looked at him teasingly. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Steven?”

“Nothing.” Steve replies, holding back another laugh as he watches you start to drift back to sleep. “I’m really happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.”

A few moments more passed before you were carefully placed back in your father’s arms, where all he did was stare back at you as you pulled yourself to sleep. His happy face started to falter, and there was a heavy amount of doubt in his ocean blue orbs.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Steve.” He finally admits before swallowing the lump in his throat. He soon felt his friend’s hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Bucky. You’ve got your family and you’ve got me.” Steve said, honestly. “And you know this. However, don’t doubt yourself, you got this. You’re going to be a great dad.”

Bucky’s lip curled up a bit, not caring that he was about to cry again. “Steve Rogers. The man who always knows what to say.”

“What can I say? I try.” He asked, coping with his expression.

“And you think I’ll be great? Even with me being a soldier and everything else that comes with it?” Your father asked, doubt was still just lingering on the surface no matter what he did.

Steve gives another gentle squeeze. “I know you’ll be great. I know you’ll do anything to make sure she’ll be okay. So don’t worry too much, okay? (Y/N)’s going to be lucky she has you.”

Bucky hums, truly grateful for a friend like him.

And without an ounce of hesitation, he bends down slowly and kisses your sleeping forehead.

“I already loved you so much, (Y/N). I hope you realize that.” He whispers, lovingly. “And I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe.”

He swears at that moment he saw you smile.

Bucky brushed his flesh fingers against the words in the stone, tracing your name and important dates. February 23rd, 1936. A snowy, snowy day. Cool and crisp. Although he had to wait and wait until you were a week old to hold you, a week old to realize he was on his own, a week to realize that he truly loved you. No upcoming birthday surprises could top this one. But if he loved you so much then…

Why were you cursed to be underground?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When Bucky got back home to his apartment, he found himself subconsciously grabbing the bottle of scotch in his cabinet. Although he knew he couldn’t technically get drunk, the feeling he got after a couple glasses was close enough. Sometimes… he liked the quietness in his home, the time to relax, untouched and left alone to be himself; But most of the time, after so many years of being alone in his head, he loathes being alone. Friends and family were everything to him growing up. You were everything to him growing up.

He still wonders what it would be like if you were here, running around, asking him twenty questions, painting his toes, etcetera. He always wondered what you were like when you got older, the side of you he never got to see. He always wondered what those short years did for you.

Why did he have to get taken from you so soon?

You dove around your grandparents and aunts’ legs as you made your way out of the house, ignoring how your father’s duffle bag, that subconsciously you hated, was laying on the porch steps. You stumble around a bit on your five year old legs, before finding the person you wanted to see.

“Uncle Steve!!!” You yelled, throwing your arms up.

“Hey, Pumpkin.” He said, teasingly. He wastes no time to scoop you up, and carefully holds you close to him (it’s been years and he’s still afraid he’ll drop you). “Have you gotten smaller?”

You scrunched up your nose at him, shaking your head. “No.” You giggled at the silly nickname, and it all was because you were pocket size.

“No?” Steve said, tilting his head, all cocky. “Are you sure?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He grins. “Just checking.”

A sigh came from inside, before the two of you saw your father exiting his parents house, all dressed in his neatly ironed uniform. He looked miserable as he gazed at his bag on the porch.

“Ready?” Steve asked, readjusting his hold on you as he frowned himself.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky mumbled, not ready for what’s yet to come. However, when he faces you his whole expression changes for the better. “And there’s my little girl!”

“Papa!” You yelled, holding your arms out. He takes you in his arms, hugging you gently. “Are you leaving, Papa?”

“Oh, baby doll, I am.” He said, pulling back to look at you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He taps your nose. “Okay?”

You nodded slowly and smiled. “Okay!”

“Good.” He gives you a big kiss on your head, before peppering your face with some more making you laugh. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Papa.”

“I love you more.”

He gives you one more kiss and one more hug before transferring you over back to Steve. They both give each other a strong hug and pat on the back, smiling bittersweetly.

“Be safe, Bucky.” Steve said, trying to hide his concern.

“I will. You too. The both of you.” Bucky said, grabbing his bag and making sure his voice was stern.

“We will. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

He bid them goodbye, and you and Steve watched him walk down the path to the military jeep parked nearby. It was chilling almost to watch, and your five year old mind couldn’t quite comprehend the heavy feeling you felt underneath the surface.

“Uncle Steve?” You asked, prying his eyes away from the moving vehicle.

“Yeah?” He said, softly.

You looked at him all puzzled, something wasn’t adding up. “I thought you told me you were going with him?” You swear he mentioned something like that to you yesterday. Right?

His eyes look away from you, almost like he was recollecting himself before giving you his answer. “I am. But not yet.” He replies, honestly. His orbs finally meet yours again. “Not until I know you're okay.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with curiosity.

“Sure am.” He smiles once more. “Now, what do you want to do? You want to see what Grandpa and Grandma are doing?”

Your eyes light up at their names. “Yes!!!”

He laughs at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay. Let’s go see them.”

Bucky throws a bottle of scotch across the room, shattering somewhere. He didn’t care though. It’s not like he even batted an eye.

Five years old.

That was it.

That’s the last time he ever saw you.

And that hurt like a bitch.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

He doesn’t know when…

But everything suddenly just…

Clicked.

Memories of his flooded in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said abruptly, cutting Steve off.

When he was on the run after the helicarriers fell, he remembers his time growing up in the early 1900s. The (multiple) times he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up by an emotion that had been under lock and key for so long. “...I have a daughter… don’t I?”

Steve, who seemed taken back by his sudden string of words, opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Yes, Bucky. You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and the Captain could tell. He decides to approach this carefully since he knows his friend isn’t hundred percent in his right mind yet.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard about this. What did he remember about you?

“Uh… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her.” He says with a nod. “Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was five the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky–” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her too?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was nine. ‘Bout to be nine.”

“N-Nine?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The Soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.”

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?"

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see it and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well.

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve–"

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not exactly.” He whispers, exhaling shaky.

“Not exactly?” Bucky asked, wanting an answer. “What does that mean?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to look all messed up. Especially since he couldn’t make eye contact again. He swallows a lump in his throat and says, “I’m so sorry, Bucky��”

“Sorry about what?” Bucky couldn’t understand what was happening and it was honestly starting to scare him. “What are you sorry about?”

“(Y/N)...” He sighs quietly, and forces himself to look in his best friend’s eyes. “Pneumonia. She, uh… got pneumonia in ‘54 and passed.”

Now the knife has dug deeper, chilling his bones too. “She’s dead?” He said, barely audible.

“Yeah. She’s dead.” The Captain replies, dispirit. “I found the spot where she’s buried. I can take you there if you–”

“Thank you, Steve.” The soldier says, ignoring the blond’s confused state. “I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and you even found her for me. I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles bittersweetly. “No need to. I said I’ll always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

“-Bucky.” Steve says, touching his shoulder and getting a small jolt from the man. Surprised eyes fell on him as he returned with concerned ones. “You ready?”

“Uh…” Bucky looked around quickly, remembering it was standing in the locker room changing. He didn’t even realize he had zoned out. “Y-Yeah.” He said, zipping up the front of his Quantum Suit. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Steve tilts his head, the worriedness never vanishing. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Let’s get this mission completed.”

And those were the words that would change -everything-.

(TBC)

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