#& auntie robin ofc....

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Steve & Andy (1996, 1994, 1993)

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Their Eating Lifestyle: Singapore Edition

A/N: Just something I thought of randomly. Some people might not be able to 'relate' lol

PS. Though this can be applied to other countries too, there might be several things that are unique to Singapore!

Luffy eats in hawker centers most of the time, especially this Malaysian stall near his HDB because the auntie adores him and always gives him a free extra helping of rice & a little more meat than normal customers. And of course he goes to all-you-can-eat buffets all the time - usually dragging along Ace (who gladly follows him like an overexcited puppy that he is) and Sabo (if he's not busy - which isn't often, unfortunately). And yes, those restaurants with "finish this jumbo bowl of ramen in 20 minutes and it's free"? They're super easy targets for him whenever money's tight that month!

The neverending choice of food makes Sanji eat out on almost every single one of his free days. From the hawker centers to the cafes to the hotels to the Michelin Star restaurants, from Singaporean to Chinese to Indian to Japanese to Korean to Mexican food, from cafes specializing in pancakes, ice cream, yakiniku, k-bbq, coffee, bubble tea, beer, wine - he tries it all and has a mental list in his head regarding which restaurants are good for specific circumstances.

Zoro gets lost everywhere in the city so he finds whatever shop that seemingly serves alcohol on his regular runs outdoor... And if there are a few dishes served too, then he orders that too on the side. Izakayas are his favorite. He remembers the name of the bars with a great selection of alcohol but has no idea where they are. Jinbe (because he's the most responsible of the group obviously) or Brook (he plays music at several establishments every day, so there's a chance that he'll be in the area) regularly picks him up from wherever he is (he has location services always turned on and he has several trackers on his possession) and makes sure he manages to get home safely at the end of the day. Bless them.

Nami cafe hops A WHOLE LOT. Probably has a Burpple, Chope, and Eatigo accounts and is a premium member of them all. Will always go out with reservations that give her discounts or free stuff, and use all the discount codes if there are any. Usopp sometimes joins her whenever he's working outside, especially when Nami texts him saying there's a one-for-one deal (Luffy sometimes barges in too because come on. Food and Luffy go hand in hand. This is the rare time he'll have to eat vegetables too because Nami and Usopp will unapologetically nag him to do it)

Robin loves nature & antique-themed cafes, especially those with books, is cozy, and hidden in a nook somewhere. Chopper follows her everywhere because whenever she goes it would be a good place for the aspiring doctor to study and do his homework. Robin knows his habit and will take him to the cafes with a good cup of hot chocolate (Chopper's favorite, cause he can't drink coffee) during exam periods. Franky accompanies them from time to time, though he's not the type to eat at such establishments - he's more of a coffeeshop man (yknow those loud uncles who seem to be friends with all the stall owners and know all the servers' names? That's him). Whatever food he orders, he'll have Cola on the side. If there are no cans left, he will go to the nearest convenience store to buy at least two cold cans.

Law frequents one cafe near his condo (because ofc he can afford one) for his morning coffee and another cafe near the hospital he works at for his afternoon, evening, and midnight coffee (yes, he drinks more than a cup a day). Sometimes he forgets to eat, but fortunately, Rocinante (his adoptive dad, works at a cafe a few streets down from the hospital), Penguin and Shachi (works in the same hospital), and Bepo (works in a small pet grooming shop near the hospital, which Law goes to every now and then whenever he's stressed about work) have a rotation schedule on bringing him food throughout the week.

Kid is really similar to Zoro in that he goes to all the bars and wherever that seems to sell alcohol. Though he begrudgingly goes to 'subpar' places for takeaways whenever it's his turn to procure food for his flatmates (little did he know Killer devised this schedule so Kid can get in some real food every once in a while). Every now and then Killer cooks, and since they live in the same flat along with Heat and Wire, he'll eat those too. Every single time, Kid brought all the booze (it's not like they have a secondhand fridge just for the alcohol). Every single time, it turns into a party and they'll get noise complaints from their neighbors because they party all night. RIP neighbors.

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Think of Me (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reyna Woods (OFC)

Summary: Ten years ago, Reyna Woods had everything in life. She had a good support network, and she was in a long-term relationship with her boyfriend of six years, Bucky Barnes.

Ten years later, she is now a single mother and struggling to get by. When Bucky meets her daughter by chance, suddenly he wants to be back in her life again. Sometimes, she really wished life would leave her the fuck alone.

Chapter Warnings: A verbal fight, mentions of a runaway child, slight toxic relationship, Bucky being a bit toxic, Reyna not taking A N Y of his shit.

Additional Notes: Yup. No, I'm also mad at Bucky. I'm throwing tomatoes. James, we ride at dawn.

Word Count: 7336

The next day...

The loud sounds of an alarm blared loudly on her nightstand.

Her alarm was waking her up.

A groan came from Reyna as she struggled to open her eyes. When she did open her eyes, she almost immediately wanted to close them again. Sounds of Natalia getting up in the next room made her groan again. Louder this time. She swung her legs out of bed, hissing when her feet smacked on the ground. Managing to get herself off of her bed, she opened her door. Reyna saw Natalia shuffling into the bathroom. She saw the door close. Knowing that Natalia was going to get ready and refreshed for a day sitting on the couch to watch her cartoons, Reyna’s footsteps carried her into the kitchen where she turned on her coffee machine, beginning to make her coffee. Soon, the smell of coffee was wafting its way into the air as Reyna let out a yawn.

Realizing that her phone was still in her room, Reyna cursed underneath her breath. Scurrying down the little hall to her room, she got her phone from its charging cord. When she opened her phone, she let out a snort.

100+ missed messages from the bitches squad

Yup.

She wasn’t surprised.

Scrolling down the group chat, she caught wind of the conversation. Everyone was angry and having a field day about Bucky. Natasha threatened to go by Rebefing on Monday to give Bucky a piece of her mind. Tony had reminded her as his PA, she couldn’t do that, and that Bucky could sue her for trespassing. Natasha clapped back saying he couldn’t sue her because he was afraid of her. Reyna couldn’t read any more messages, because Natalia had come out of the bathroom. She caught her daughter hopping onto the couch in the little living room, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, and turning on Cartoon Network.

The sounds of Teen Titans! Go started to fill up the apartment. Reyna heard the birds chirping outside. People walking and talking in their neighborhood. Saturday always meant more people would come to the theater. Usually, on weekends, ticket sales were better. Everyone liked going to the theaters on weekends. As Reyna finished making her coffee, she put it in the fridge, so it would be waiting for her when she was finished getting ready. Natalia heard her walk into the bathroom and heard the door close. Natalia pulled out her phone, fingers tapping away at the screen. She was texting her Auntie Nat.

hey auntie nattie

are u up?

Natalia saw the three bubbles pop up. For a couple of seconds, all she saw was the three bubbles.

I’m up sweetie. Are you okay?

Natalia heard her mom curse under her breath in Korean, something about forgetting her clothes for her shower. The bathroom door opened, and Reyna scurried into her room to grab a change of clothes and scurried back into the bathroom. She heard the bathroom door lock. The sounds of the shower turning on were heard.

wat u know about Bucky Barnes?

Natalia saw the three bubbles show up and then vanish. This happened a couple of more times before Natalia got a response back, just as Robin started to bicker with Cyborg on the TV or something with Starfire’s pet, Silkie.

Well… why do you want to know princess?

Natalia was frowning as she typed back.

I met him a few days ago

And he looked really stiffy

looked like a big rock

big lump

rlly grumpy

u know anything about him?

Like anything???

Natalia had to lock her phone because she heard Reyna coming out of the bathroom. Resting her phone face-down on the coffee table, she returned her gaze back to the TV. Watching as Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, and Raven went off to fight crime.

With Natasha… all the way in Manhattan that same morning…

Natalia Ailanova Romanov-Barton, or Natasha as everyone knew her, was really considering going to Bucky’s company and murdering him.

Or giving him a piece of her mind.

You know, whichever option sounded safer.

Because as she looked down at her phone at eight-forty-five AM that exact morning, she was really resisting the urge to do one of the two. The redhead had just stepped out of her very nice bathtub. Clint had been making coffee in the kitchen. The smell of Mocha Latte was wafting its way down the hall. If Natasha hadn’t been irritated at the subject at hand, then maybe she would’ve taken a cup of coffee without acting stiffly.

Clint suspected something up.

Like he knew something was up.

He always did.

Natasha was convinced her husband was a freaking ninja or something like that. If he was, she wouldn’t be surprised. At the sight of him in the kitchen, the freshly-bathed, freshly-dressed woman couldn’t resist the smile that was spreading across her face. Accepting the cup of coffee from her husband, the redheaded woman poured some milk and sugar, mixing it with a spoon before tossing it into the sink.

There was a beeping noise as Clint turned on his hearing aids.

“You okay?”

Natasha took a sip of coffee.

Then she inhaled deeply as if the next thing that was going to come out of her mouth was going to make her scream to her dead adoptive father’s ghost.

Ivan Romanov would’ve never stood for this shit.

Not ever.

“Natalia texted me. Says that she wants to know what I know about Bucky.” She confessed.

Clint nearly choked on his coffee.

“Come again?” was his response once he got his breathing under control.

“She wants to know more about Bucky,” Natasha told him. Clint coughed one more time. Then he blinked. Just to get her words into his system.

“Oh. You’re serious.” Natasha took another sip of her coffee.

“Mhmmm,” was all she said.

“Why would she want to know more about him?” Clint questioned his wife, looking very confused. “Does she know?”

The silence hung in the air.

Natasha had been thinking that too.

Did Natalia know about Bucky?

Was that why she wanted to know more about him?

Was that it?

“I don’t think so.” Natasha’s reply didn’t help the gears that were turning in Clint’s brain. Frowning, the blond, deaf man stood up from where he was sitting at the table, pulling out his own phone. Unlocking it with his thumb, he scrolled through his phone quickly before calling a number.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked him in Russian. His phone was on speaker, the two of them heard his phone still ring.

It was a few seconds before Clint heard the person answer.

“Hello?”

Natasha’s eyes went wide.

“What are you doing?” Natasha frantically signed to him. “Hey, Dolores,” Clint began speaking, putting a hand to Natasha. Telling her to shush. “You work for Bucky Barnes, right?”

“Um, yes. You’ve seen him before,” Dolores replied from the other line, still very much confused.

“Why, did you need to call in or something? You know he only does appointments, Clint.”

“I know. I just need you to pass something along to him, okay?” He said. Confused, Natasha heard Dolores say, “Okay… what is it?”

“Tell him that he’d be one of the worst fathers in existence.”

And then Clint hung up. Natasha, who was still shell-shocked, immediately snatched her phone away from him. “What were you thinking, Clint?” hissed Natasha in her mother tongue, “What if she told Yasha? What if he suspects something is up?”

Clint let out a snort.

“Please Tasha,”  said Clint, “Barnes couldn’t even crawl out of a paper bag if he tried. He’s not that bright.”

“He’s only thirty-three and he’s one of the richest men in all of New York,”  Natasha pointed out to him. Clint just scowled in response. “Still not smart.”

“ Whatever you say, my Hawk. Whatever you say.”

Later that day… around the afternoon…

The sounds of people working were what greeted M’Baku as he pulled back into the garage of headquarters. His phone pinged, showing another message from the group chat he had with T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and her wife, Ayo. Pulling out his phone from his back pocket, he opened his phone to see the messages.

S.Q.A.U.D groupchat

Shuri: o mg

Shuri: r u serious????

Shuri: He rlly said that???

Shuri: y t ppl I swear

T’Challa: Shuri.

Shuri: u know I’m right T’Challa

Shuri: i swear if there’s a plot twist

Shuri: imma be there for that plot twist M’Baku

Shuri: u lemme know

M’Baku: yes, shuri, I’ll let u know

M’Baku shut off his phone and put it on his dashboard. Pulling out his lunch from the passenger’s seat, in his lunch bag, he deeply inhaled at the food he had made during the weekend. Shuri had gotten him into meal prepping. Something to do with her Pinterest board. Something like that. He wasn’t really hip with the kids these days. Kids that were around Shuri’s age, anyway. The thirty-five-year-old man knew nothing about what the younger woman and the other children in their twenties did nowadays.

The African-American man had been working for Bucky for a while now. A couple of years. When M’Baku wasn’t working, he just sat in his car and mostly watched YouTube videos about fishing. What could he say? They were entertaining. He watched them, especially during his lunch break. Like right now. Munching away at his food, he watched. The sounds of the video filling up the car.

It was great.

He had been getting into it.

… Until lunch had ended and his phone had started to ring a few hours later. Dot’s caller ID flashing on the screen.

Now.

Usually, M’Baku talked to Dot. Not often, but he had her email. Her number, personal, just in case of emergencies for the boss.

He liked Dot very much. She was nice. She kept everything nice and orderly to make sure absolute chaos wasn’t happening in the office. Dot kept things naturally afloat. He admired her work ethic. She worked during the day, and then went home to be a mother to her son. From what he knew, her husband was a stay-at-home dad.

She usually was very chill. Very well reserved.

However, when he answered his phone, she sounded very worried. Almost hysterical.

“M’Baku, there’s- there’s a girl, at the front desk. She- she’s askin’- she’s askin’ for the boss. She’s a freakin’ kid. Probably looks like she’s ten. Came up to me and demanded to see Bucky.”

The sounds of the car door opening and closing was all Dot heard from the other line. Her dark eyes swept over to still see the ten-year-old girl looking at her with a look of determination on her face. Dressed in a white, off-the-shoulder dress and a pair of Mary Jane’s, Natalia even tapped her foot.

“I want to see him,” she announced boldly to Dot.

“So what are you waiting for? C’mon miss, I don’t got all day.”

A few minutes earlier…

Natalia Wanda Woods was on a mission.

As soon as she pulled out her phone once she got outside of the building, she quickly pulled out her phone.

18+ missed messages from mommy

10 + missed calls from mommy

Her heart hammered.

She had to do this.

She had to.

When Mr. Barnes came into her classroom a couple of days ago, Natalia couldn’t help but wonder.

Natalia wasn’t stupid.

She saw the look on his face when she had answered his question that day.

James Buchanan Barnes looked like he had seen a ghost.

And she had seen it. Had seen it all.

Natalia didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his and Mrs. Baxer’s conversation. But she had been curious. Ear close to the door, she had heard it all. It puzzled her when Mr. Barnes had asked her about her mommy. Why would Mr. Barnes ask about her mommy? And in detail? Sounding like he had known her before?

Then the question had popped into her mind.

Was Mr. Barnes her daddy?

It would explain a lot of things.

Like why her mommy had suddenly avoided the topic of Mr. Barnes around her. How her mommy had suddenly gone so pale at the mention of him that same day when he had visited her classroom.

There had to be something.

Something.

A crumb, at least.

Which was why she was here. Standing here, in front of the building. People were walking in and out. She heard people working. Mustering all of her courage, Natalia marched inside, her head held up high.

You can do this.

You can do this.

Dot, who had been walking by, looked very confused at what appeared to be a ten-year-old girl who was at the front desk. She couldn’t reach it, so Dot decided to go to her by herself.

“Are you looking for someone?”

The girl turned her head.

Dot was thrown back for a loop.

Bucky.

She looked so much like Bucky.

This little girl had Bucky’s nose. And his lips. She watched the familiar pair of pink lips curl up into a smile.

But the eyes.

The eyes were different. The eyes, she would’ve gotten from her mother. Otherwise, this little girl was like a frigging carbon copy of Dot’s boss.

Dot was surprised and confused. All at the same time.

Was this Bucky’s kid?

She never really asked if he had kids. Heck, she never ever saw a wedding ring on his hand.

Then again, in this day and age, it didn’t matter if you were married. You could still have kids and not be married at all. Maybe that was it?

But then Dot remembered all of the flings that Bucky would bring to the galas. They would be bleached, blonde Barbies.

And this kid did not look like a bleached, blonde Barbie.

No ma’am.

Natalia looked like she could be of Asian descent. Dot guessed it was the eyes. They were big. Almond-shaped, chocolate brown eyes.

“I’m looking for Bucky Barnes. Mr. Barnes. Do you work for him?” the little girl asked. Blinking, “I… yes. Hold on.” Dot took out her phone. In her haste, she dialed M’Baku’s number.

“M’Baku, there’s- there’s a girl, at the front desk. She- she’s askin’- she’s askin’ for the boss. She’s a freakin’ kid. Probably looks like she’s ten. Came up to me and demanded to see Bucky.”

Natalia tapped her foot.

“I want to see him,” she announced boldly to Dot.

“So what are you waiting for? C’mon miss, I don’t got all day.”

She waited.

For about a couple of seconds.

Then Natalia was speeding towards the elevators. Dot’s panicked voice following her. All Natalia did was grumble and mumble about how adults were so stingy and took far too long.

Why couldn’t kids rule the world?

It would make things far easier.

“… Hold on, wait! You can’t-” Dot was running up to her, cursing at herself because this had to be the day she chose to wear heels. Huffing, the brown-haired woman clasped a hand on Natalia’s shoulder. Natalia quickly turned her head. “I’m going up there,” she said to Dot, “you can’t stop me.”

Yup.

Dot was convinced this was Bucky’s kid.

One-hundred percent.

“… M’Baku, it’s okay. I’ve got it. Uh-huh. It’s okay.” Dot hung up the phone. Slipping it back into her pocket.

“Okay. Look- kid. I’ll take you up there. But you gotta tell me your name.”

Natalia’s eyes brightened.

“Natalia. Natalia Wanda Woods.”

Bucky was in the middle of a meeting with some executives when there was a knock on the door of his office.

All talk stopped.

“Yes?”

A high, feminine voice was heard from the other side.

“Papochka?”

He knew that voice.

Natalia.

“Excuse me,” Bucky said as he got up from his desk, quickly walking over to his door.

There was Natalia. Standing on the other side of the door, with Dot by her side. Dressed in a white, off-the-shoulder shirt with jeans, and a pair of Mary-Jane’s, the young four-feet-nine girl was a tiny little sprout compared to Bucky’s six-foot-four.

Bucky picked her up.

It felt odd.

Like he wasn’t supposed to do this.

This… it felt unnatural. Picking her up.

“Natalia. Where is your mother?” Bucky asked her. He was looking at her.

Play along, his eyes seemed to tell her.

“At work,” came her mumble.

Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Natalia,” he sighed as he carried her back to his desk, ignoring the surprised looks he had gotten from the executives. With her arms wrapped around his beefy stature, Natalia was as happy as a clam.

“Wanted to see you,” Natalia mumbled into his neck. Bucky nodded to Dot to escort them out. He would continue his meeting another time. The mutters and surprised conversations of the CEO of Rebefing having a child filled Bucky’s ears. He knew he would be getting into some sort of drama with this. An inward sigh left him once the thought had crossed his mind.

Daisy was going to have a field day.

Bucky sat down in his chair. Natalia was on his lap.

At last, his office door closed.

It was just them now.

“You’re my daddy. I know it.”

Natalia was looking up at him. Bucky was looking down at the almost gender-bent version of himself. Just the eyes. Otherwise, it was all him.

For the first time in a long time, Bucky felt like his old self again. Adjusting her on his lap, “Yeah?” his voice was low. Unsure, almost. Natalia nodded brightly. “Mommy… mommy doesn’t like to talk about you a lot,” she confessed truthfully, making that part of Bucky twist and turn uncomfortably. “I think it hurts mommy to talk about you. She didn’t want to talk about you when you visited me at school. I told her later. Mommy wasn’t happy.”

Then she asked, “How did you and mommy meet?”

Bucky was confused.

“I heard you and Mrs. Baxter talking,” she admitted shyly.

“You were spying on me and your teacher?!” He had his eyebrow raised. Natalia blushed. Embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to!” she protested, “I just got curious! And then everything started clicking!”

To her surprise, Bucky chuckled.

“Just like your mother.” he even fluffed her hair. Natalia made a noise of offense.

“Dadd-y,” whined Natalia.

“Alright, alright. Your mother and I met one day on the streets of Brooklyn. You know your Uncle Stevie, right?” Enthusiastic nods came from Natalia. “Uh-huh!” she was happy now, “I love Uncle Stevie! He and Uncle Tony take me for ice cream sometimes!”

There was a harsh pang in his heart.

Bucky could admit to himself, he missed the punk sometimes. He missed catching up with the golden-haired man. Missed his japs at him. Missed hanging out with him.

There seemed to be a hole in his heart whenever he thought about the punk and his old friend group.

But he quickly brushed it off.

“That’s good,” his voice had gone soft again. Natalia had noticed but decided not to bring it up. Starting to talk again, “So, your Uncle Stevie used to be very skinny. He used to get sick every year, the punk.” Natalia giggled at that. Bucky managed to crack a small smile. Natalia couldn’t ever imagine her Uncle Stevie being small and skinny like her.

“One day when we were teenagers, your Uncle Stevie was getting beat up in an alleyway.” Natalia gasped in surprise. Bucky found himself grinning at the thought. “But I had gotten a little preoccupied. But just as soon as I was getting ready to beat that guy who was beating up your Uncle Stevie- boom! Someone had beat me to it.”

Natalia gasped again.

“Was it mommy?” She asked curiously. Bucky nodded seriously. “Your mommy came right outta nowhere. Shouted for the bully to leave her alone. They laughed in her face.” Another gasp. “How rude!” Natalia huffed angrily. “Very rude,” Bucky agreed with her. “But then she beat them up. They stopped laughing after that. I was so starstruck by your mommy that I didn’t have any words. After that, your mommy and I became friends.”

Natalia cocked her head.

“Why did you and mommy break up?” She asked innocently.

There was that familiar pang in his heart again.

How would he explain this to her? How could he explain that he broke up with her mother because he was afraid that she was only with him for the money? How could he explain that?

“Your mommy and I… we just wanted different things in life. That’s all.” was all Bucky managed to speak out. Natalia frowned. Even pouted her lips together. “Mommy said that too,” she grumbled unhappily, “said that I wasn’t the problem, that it wasn’t because you didn’t want me. Told me that you wanted me. Probably.”

Her eyes welled up. Natalia started to sniff. Bucky held her, brought her closer to him as she started to sob into his shoulder.

“I’ve always wanted a daddy…” her voice trailed off sadly.

“Don’t leave me…” she sobbed, “don’t leave me, please.”

Natalia’s phone began to ring again. Bucky managed to procure it from the back pocket of her jeans.

A beep.

“Natalia?” Reyna’s worried voice carried from the other line. “Natalia Wanda Woods, where are you? I’ve been calling you for the past hour! Your Uncle Clint and Auntie Natasha have been looking for you! They haven’t found you! Where are you, young lady?!”

Bucky paused.

Natalia’s sobs carried through the line.

“Natalia? Natalia? Why are you crying?” Reyna sounded even more worried, “sweetheart? What’s happening? Talk to me baby, please.” She pleaded.

There was another pause.

A rough, familiar voice of a man sounded from Natalia’s line.

“Doll.”

A pause.

“Bucky?!”

Later that night…

Disbelief.

Reyna was full of disbelief.

Bucky.

Bucky was here.

He had found out.

Natalia had suspected that Mr. Barnes was her daddy.

And her daughter’s curiosity had won her over. Her daughter had left the theater herself without telling anyone, headed to Rebefing, and showed up, demanding to see Bucky.

She truly was her father’s child.

Unlocking the door to the small apartment, Bucky watched Reyna open the door.

The three of them had just gotten back from her last show.

Bucky couldn’t even remember the last time he had attended a Broadway show.

Natalia had fallen asleep in her daddy’s arms, softly snoring away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his taut stomach. Nestled into her daddy, breathing in the deep woody, musky scent of his cologne. Happily situated.

The lights flickered on.

Reyna didn’t even remind him to take off his shoes at door, like how she had done when they had been dating. She had taken off her own shoes though. Then she took off Natalia’s shoes, putting them by the door.

Motioning him to follow her, Bucky followed her to Natalia’s room.

He noticed how tiny the apartment was. There was a closed door across from Natalia’s room, which Bucky had deduced it was the bathroom. And the other room next to Natalia’s that faced the hallway, Bucky had deduced, was Reyna’s room.

Tucking Natalia into bed, the little girl turned in her sleep, mumbling something before both Bucky and Reyna stepped out of the room. When the two of them walked into the living room, Bucky sat down at the little table near the window. She watched him pull out his phone.

“Yeah… M’Baku… you can go home… I’ll call you when I need to be picked up.”

Then he hung up.

Bucky looked at her. His eyes hardened.

“We need to talk.”

“About what?” Reyna spat out bitterly.

Even now, Reyna hadn't changed a bit. She was still chubby, like how she had been when they used to be dating. She crossed her arms, her pudgy tummy sticking out a little. Her lips pursed as her chubby cheeks stuck out too.

“Natalia’s mine, isn’t she?” His tone was low.

“No she’s not. She’s mine.”

“But I’m her father.”

“No you aren’t.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

“She looks like me, Reyna. She has my face. My smile. My lips. The only thing she has is your eyes. Do want me to do a DNA test? I’ll do one.”

"I'll do it right now. I'll get a DNA test tomorrow morning."

Reyna looked like someone had slapped her across the face. Her rage had been building up to this point. Like a ticking bomb ready to go off. After all that happened to her today, Natalia going missing, Reyna losing her absolute shit, and then Bucky answering Natalia's phone, and now this?

This?

No.

No, no, no.

It was too much.

"You can't do that!" Reyna shouted at him. "And why can't I not?" Bucky roared back in response, "the fucking timeline don't fucking add up, Reyna! What, were you screwin' someone else on the side? Someone I don't know about?!"

Reyna's jaw became tight. She nearly saw red. Pure, unfiltered, deep, dark red. The rage boiled in her so deeply, she was fully ready to punch her ex-boyfriend in the face. So it surprised Bucky when her tone came out controlled. Restrained. As if she was saying, watch your next move.

"Don't you ever accuse me of that shit ever again." Her eyes were glaring such deep daggers into his soul, that if looks could kill, he would be on her kitchen floor a bloody mess.

"So she's mine." His voice didn't sound smug. No. Bucky sounded so deep in his disbelief that he couldn't almost believe it himself.

A child.

He had a child.

Reyna's next words though, they made him angry all over again. "I never said that."

"But you were insinuating it. So it's either Natalia's mine, or you cheated."

"I DIDN'T FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Then just fucking say it!" Bucky was making his way towards her from where he was still sitting at the small table near the window. "You said it yourself! You didn't cheat on me! So she's mine! I'm the father! You kept this from me!"

"You're the one who broke up with me!" Reyna retaliated, eyes still burning with such a fury that even Bucky himself stepped back at the reminder. Almost as if he had been burned. Between all of the shouting, Natalia had woken up and had gotten up from her bed. The little girl had been so scared. She had never heard her mother so angry like this before. She hadn't even heard her mother shout before either. Cursing? Yeah, on the occasion? But full-blown yelling?

Nope.

Never.

Not once in her life had she ever heard her mother be this angry before.

As Natalia listened through her closed bedroom door, Bucky had actually gotten the seconds to think. Having shut his mouth for a couple of seconds.

"... You were going to tell me." The realization had seeped its way onto Bucky's face.

"Yeah, and look what happened." Reyna all but sneered at him.

"I still want to do it." Reyna cocked her head at that. "Do what?" she snapped. "The DNA test." Bucky clapped back at her. Reyna's face nearly paled. "No. No, no, no. No. I'm not doing that." "Then just tell me she's mine then. We can work out the details tomorrow." Bucky waved it off like it was just some paper he was signing. Reyna's anger returned again. "No."

"Then do the DNA test then." Bucky made it sound so simple. Reyna's stomach was twisting and turning. And not in a good way. Marching up to him, her voice began to rise again. "I'm not going to do either of those you son of a-"

"... Mommy?"

She stopped speaking.

Immediately.

Natalia Wanda Woods was standing at the threshold of the little hallway. She was holding onto one of her stuffed animals tight. Reyna recognized it as her purple stuffed elephant. Her little girl’s Turnip.

Natalia began to shake. Then she started to sniff.

“Why were you and Mr. Barnes fighting? Is it my fault? I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean to run away… I didn’t mean to… please don’t be mad mommy… I was scared mommy… so scared…”

Fat, wet tears started to stream down Natalia’s face. Loud wails filling the air. Bucky recognized it as such a Reyna response. It reminded him of her. It was something she would do when she was overwhelmed. She would get too worked up, too overwhelmed, her emotions would get the best of her, and she would start crying.

Like how Natalia was doing now. The Korean-Russian woman walked over to her daughter, mom-bear mode activated. Holding her daughter tightly in her arms, Reyna picked her up, Natalia’s legs wrapping around her mommy’s waist.

“Mommy,” Natalia hiccuped, her words becoming all slurred together, her face buried in her shoulder. “m’ sorry, mommy…”

“Shhhh… baby… s’ okay… it wasn’t your fault. Wave bye-bye to Mr. Barnes, sweetheart. I’ll tuck you back into bed. C’mon, baby.”

All Bucky did was stand there. He was left standing there as he watched Natalia weakly wave at him, seeing a pair of shiny, wet, chocolate brown eyes, and tear-streaked, chubby cheeks before Reyna opened Natalia’s door. Bucky heard the door slam before his feet started to move.

There were pictures hung up on the walls. Most of them were Natalia and Reyna with their small friend group. Bucky even saw one where Reyna and Natalia were with Rhodey. The three of them were at Central Park and seemed to be caught mid-laugh. Natalia was beaming at the camera, showing off her teeth. Natalia was wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of blue jeans with dark Converse. Reyna was wearing a black mini dress with a pair of midnight blue flats. Rhodey was in a simple hoodie and jeans, and combat boots.

As Bucky continued to see and obverse all of the pictures that were adorning the walls, it had sunken in for him.

There were no pictures of him.

No pictures of him and Reyna’s years together. Not even one of when they were teenagers.

None.

Not even one.

It made him stop in his tracks as he finally looked up to a picture hanging up on the wall. Their entire friend group was there. Tony, Steve, Rhodey, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and even Pepper Potts, Rhodey’s girlfriend was there too. Reyna was behind Natalia. They were all dressed casually, except for Natalia. The little girl was the star of the show. Natalia’s hair was curled and framing her face. Her chubby cheeks showing her dimples. Natalia had the widest smile on her face, wearing a poofy pink dress with a princess tiara on her head. Her eyes were lit up. Full of happiness. All of them were at the Stark penthouse, in the big living room area.

And then Bucky saw it.

A big pink birthday cake. All complete with pink frosting, with white chocolate dripping down the cake at the top. Gold sprinkles on top too. From the numbered balloons in the background, it appeared to be her tenth birthday party. Although he could’ve caught the ten part due to the number ten candle in her cake.

Tenth birthday party. Natalia was in fifth grade. Which meant it was recent.

Bucky felt like someone had run him over with their car.

The sounds of soft footsteps coming towards him made him turn his head towards the source of the noise. Reyna, who was still dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans, stood beside him and looked at the picture too. A soft smile appearing on her face at the memory.

However, it was Bucky who broke the silence.

“When is Natalia’s birthday?”  Bucky asked her in Russian. Reyna didn’t turn to look at him when she spoke back.

“October thirteenth.”

“Ah.”

So it had only been only a month ago. So, pretty recent.

Reyna had remembered it being slightly awkward when she had gotten there with Natalia.

Everyone had been causally dressed, except for Natalia. It was her little girl’s day. But she couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place. She had caught glimpses of Steve and Tony’s Rolex watches, the diamonds glittering. She didn’t miss Natasha’s Cartier necklace either. Even though she knew Wanda and Vision were pretty fine off, due to Vision having a nice position at the company he worked at, and Wanda being a stay-at-home-mom to her two twin boys, Billy and Tommy, she couldn’t help but feel isolated the entire way home on the subway.

Even now, when she had turned her head towards him, she saw his crisp silk, black button-down shirt that probably costed more than her entire paycheck combined. His black slacks were perfectly ironed. No wrinkle in place. His Scarosso Italian shoes were polished to the point where they were shining. Bucky wasn’t looking at her, having lifted up his wrist, showing his Rolex watch. Checking the time, his watch was telling him it was 10:45 PM.

Everything about Bucky just screamed that this Bucky was a Bucky she didn’t know anymore. This Bucky in front of her looked like he was a god. All-powerful and completely in his element. Like everywhere he went, people would bow to him. She couldn’t explain it, but it made her heart twist. And not in a good way.

A stretch of awkward silence filled the space before Reyna’s phone beeped from her jeans. Pulling out her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Reyna, could you please come back to the theater? I know it’s late,” Bucky heard a woman’s voice speak through Reyna’s phone. He watched as his ex-girlfriend frowned and started to walk down the very small hall of her apartment into what he presumed was her room.

“Uh-huh… well you know Claudia… I’ve got Natalia at home… there’s nobody else home…” Reyna’s voice was traveling down from her bedroom door, which she had closed for privacy reasons. Bucky had sat down on the couch.

“… Yeah… besides… the nearest subway is forty-five minutes from here… and I don’t really want to call a taxi or an Uber… I’m sorry… do I still have to come in… oh… alright, I’ll figure something out…”

Bucky looked up just as Reyna got out of her room, the biracial woman making sure to close it behind her as she pulled on the little scrunchie she had gotten somewhere in her room, quickly tying her hair up, away from her face. Her mellow expression soured once she saw him sitting on the couch in her living room.

“You uh… need a ride?”   Bucky asked her awkwardly. Reyna cocked an eyebrow at that. Giving him such a scathing look when she spoke back to him. Even switching to Russian. “With you James? I’d rather fling myself off a fucking cliff.”

“I’m not going. Who said I was going? I’ll stay here with Natalia while you go back to work.”   Bucky crossed his arms as he got up, his tall stature making her small height feel even tinier.

Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her sockets.

“Absolutely not,”  came her hiss. Bucky cocked an eyebrow of his own. “What, you’d rather call Nat and Clint? They’re all the way in Manhattan. First off, it would take them too long to get here. Second, everyone else doesn’t live in Brooklyn. Sam lives in Harlem. Rhodey’s probably in Manhattan too. Wanda and Vision are in New Jersey.”

Although she was probably seething through her teeth, she had to silently admit to herself, Bucky did have a point.

But she still didn’t trust him.

“And?”  she clapped right back at him, “why should I trust you with her? Huh? You can’t just fucking waltz back into my life when you want to-”

“Who said anything about waltzing back into your life?”  snapped Bucky, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Well,”   Reyna huffed angrily, “I don’t know if you want to do some fucking damage control-”

“Stop putting fucking words in my mouth!”

A loud smacking noise echoed.

She had slapped him.

She had slapped him right across the face.

Really, neither of them would be surprised if one of her neighbors had called the police by how loud they were getting.

Bucky looked gobsmacked.

Reyna was panting deeply. Fishing out her phone, “Forget it. I’m calling Natasha. Go home, Barnes. You’ve overstayed your welcome here long enough.”

“Wait.”

“What?”

Her response was harsher than she expected it to be. Bucky was still looking at her. His cerulean eyes were still hard. Bucky was looking at her. The two of them heard Natalia’s door creak. They turned, seeing the ten-year-old wadding her way towards Bucky.

“Papochka,” she said, looking up at Bucky, giving grabby hand motions. Reyna watched as Bucky picked up their daughter with ease, one of his hands support her backside. His other on her back. Natalia let out a little hum. “Mamochka. I want daddy to stay. He can watch me. Auntie Nat’s tired. I don’t want her getting up. It’s late.”

“Sweetie…”

“Mommy. Daddy will go home when you come back. Right daddy? You’ll go home?” Blinking innocent eyes at the taller man, Bucky blinked himself. Looking a little surprised. “Y-Yeah,” he replied roughly, “don’t worry bout it, doll. I’ll go home as soon as you get back.” Reyna noticed he clutched her just a little bit tighter.

She still narrowed her eyes a bit though.

“You’ll go once I leave?” She questioned him. Just to make sure. Clenching his jaw, Bucky gave her a nod. Reyna released a frustrated sigh. Her phone began to ring again in her back pocket. Muttering the entire time she took to walk to the door, she grabbed her keys and unlocked the door.

Bucky saw and heard the door slam. There was a noise as Reyna locked the door.

Natalia blinked up at him.

They were alone now.

“… Do you want a tour of the apartment? I’ll give you a tour!” Natalia’s words slowly brought him back. Bucky blinked.

“Ah… a tour sounds nice. A tour sounds good, Natalia. Hold on. I need to call M’Baku back first, okay? And then you can lead the way.”

She beamed.

Reyna was exhausted.

Truly and utterly exhausted.

Her phone was telling her that it was nearly one AM.

Having just gotten to her street from the subway, the Korean-Russian woman lugged herself down to the street and towards her familiar apartment. Fumbling with her key, she unlocked the door.

The front door being open awoke Bucky from his slumber. He had fallen asleep with Natalia in her bed after she had given him a tour of the apartment.

The apartment screamed Reyna. It was very minimal, with abstract paintings all over the walls. Natalia’s room reminded him of a little princess’s room. There was a pink canopy, with Barbie posters littered generously all over. There were even Monster High posters too. But just very few.

Reyna didn’t see Bucky in the living room. Panic arose in her throat.

Did he go home?

No, he couldn’t have, right?

Sudden relief flooded her when she saw Bucky coming out of Natalia’s room, looking bleary-eyed.

“Doll,” his voice was raspy, still full of sleep. Reyna’s chest tightened at the familiar nickname.

“Gotta tell ya somethin’.”

“What?”

She wasn’t angry this time. She was too tired to be angry.

“Earlier… in my office. I said that Natalia was my child.”

Horror filled her.

“By tomorrow… people are going to be wondering who the mother is.”

“I’m not interested in what the people in your world think.” Reyna replied coldly. “I don’t care about that,” Bucky spoke roughly, “but I want to get to know her. My daughter.”

“I told you,” she hissed, “she’s mine. Not yours. Mine.”

Bucky stepped closer to her.

“She’s already convinced I’m her father. Look- I’m not saying I want to get back together.”

She scoffed.

“That makes two of us,” she muttered. Ignoring her bratty comment, he continued. “We can co-parent. You can get her Monday-Thursday. I can get her Friday-Sunday. I’ll pay the child support. You didn’t put my name on the birth certificate, did you?”

Silence.

He took that as a no.

“We’re changing that too,” he said.

“Absolutely not,” Reyna snapped, crossing her arms.

Again, his eyes narrowed at her.

“Do you really want to do that DNA test? Anyone with a fucking brain can tell she’s mine, Reyna.” He spoke stiffly.

Reyna’s lips pursed. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

She did not want to do that fucking DNA test.

She really didn’t.

“Fine,” she finally bit out, “I��ll put you on the fucking birth certificate.”

“But-” she said, and Bucky listened. Knowing that she was going to say something important. “You know we have to go to court for this, right? We can’t just bounce her around.”

“I know.”

Reyna took a deep breath.

“So what? You really want this?”

“I do.”

Bucky was looking at her. His face was full of determination. It chilled her, how he looked so much like his younger self.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Fine.”

He turned around, beginning to walk to the front door. She watched as he unlocked her door, and stepped out, slamming the door behind him.

Her heart sank.

Walking up to her front door to lock it, she heard it.

“… Yeah M’Baku, can you come and pick me up? Yeah… yeah… yeah. Alright. Thanks. Bye.”

The door swung open behind him.

Reyna hadn’t locked the door.

“Do you want some water?”

Her mother hadn’t taught her to be rude to her house guest, anyway. That was before her parents had gone through a messy divorce. Reyna knew after the divorce, it had hit her dad pretty hard. Darian Woods had become a drunk. Ivan Romanov, Natasha’s adopted father had stepped in. Darian had given his custody over to the Russian man and abandoned Reyna too.

Just like Bucky.

Did all of the men in her life have a thing for leaving her or something?

Bucky’s response was rough when he answered her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Sure.”

Reyna held the door open for him. Bucky walked inside.

And suddenly, it was like they were teenagers all over again.

Except this time, Reyna was the one who was inviting him in.

And they weren’t in love.

Not anymore.

Taglist: @bxnnywriting, @greeneyedblondie44, @hawsx3, @sunflowerfive

Fic Taglist: @buckysswinter

[jiabeewrites]

Mira Grayson!

Name: Mira Jaelyn Grayson

Nicknames: M, Jaeli, Jae, MJ, mini grayson, baby bird

Pronouns: She/They

Gender: Agender, but since she's afab, uses she/her anyway bc shes used to that

Sexuality: pan ace

Ethnicity: idfk

Race: ??? white??? idk

Parents:

- Biological Father: Dick Grayson

- Biological Mother: Ji-Hye Kim (dead now)

Family + Age in relation to others:

- Alfred Pennyworth (great-grandfather, immortal)

- Bruce Wayne/Batman (grandfather, 47)

- Kate Kane/Batwoman (grand-Aunt???, 40)

- Barbara Gordon/Oracle (auntie, 27)

- Dick Grayson/Nightwing (father, 26)

- Cassandra Cain/Orphan (auntie, 24)

- Jason Todd/Red Hood (uncle, 24)

- Stephanie Brown/Spoiler (auntie, 22)

- Tim Drake/Red Robin (uncle, 21)

- Duke Thomas/Signal (uncle, 19)

- Damian Wayne/Robin (uncle???, 16)

MIRA (14)

Appearance: Tan skin, Chocolate brown eyes, natural black hair cut short

height is 5'0"

facts:

- so mira's mom is ded

- uses she/her/hers/herself AND they/them/theirs/themself

- gender is just... non-existent. but bc shes used to being called she/her, they'll just use that

- Dick did NOT know about her... bc she was an experiment

deal with it.

her mom was an obessive fangirl, OF TALIA BTW, and basically stole dick's dna and created a child like superboi (if u watched yj u know what i mean)

and then ofc batman detected illegal activities and then mira's mom was killed in explosion...

and then miras name was on the test tube and dick was freaked out okay bai

damian is bascially her best friend. he thinks its weird that she's 14 and hes like 16 but eh

- fam tries to spoil her, dick tries to stop it, obv he fails

- as an extension of the wayne family, she feels pressure to be great at school and pretty much everything she does bc HELLO GOTHAM IS TOXIC OKAY

but she's not very good at school... so she takes out her stress on art.

which she happens to be very good at

- she's not a vigilante. dick wont allow it. but she doesnt want to anyway bc HELLO dad u need to be sane

- ART ART dick dont really get it but cass does so BAM SORRY BABS SORRY STEPH "aunt cassie" is fav aunt

SO MARVEL EXISTS GUYS SORRY

AND TONY IS LIKE KATES AGE

SO LIKE one day spiderman crosses over into gotham by accident

and she's having her daily lunch with dick on the rooftop

- so she meets spiderman and HOLY FREAK HOW DOES THAT WORK oh btw ur suit is ugly lemme fix that

- is complete FREAKING NERD, so star wars + pjo 

- nerds out with peter sometimes.

TRANS PETER TRANS PETER

- she and peter basically forced bruce and tony to sponsor almost every single pride parade across america 

i'll post avengers gender/sexuality headcanons later

- so yea that's mira!!!

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Damian Wayne x GN!Superpowered!Kyle!Reader

imgayandilikeit said: Damian x Catwoman nephew/niece ( if you use the "boy/girl" is kinda better when using "they , them" ) with power to turn in to black cat (I'm cat person ) and can manipulation shadow

Okay imma give a whole scenario about how the two of you meet because I can

Selina Kyle or Cat woman had taken you in after her sister and brother in law died

You had superhuman abilities of shadow manipulation and shapeshifting into a cat

She often took you out in the field to assist her in jobs

One day you ran away from home because you had a huge fight with your aunt

She thought that you couldn’t handle yourself

And you wanted to prove her wrong

But as the night ended, you realized that she was right

A gang had recognized you from the time that you had stolen an artifact that they were keeping

And they decided to teach you a lesson

And broken and bloodied you tried to crawl out of there but turned into a cat, so you’d be able to move better

That was how you met Damian, as Robin

The boy whose heart bled for animals

The second he saw you, scared and hurt on the cold concrete, he picked you up, wrapping you in his cape before taking you back to the Batcave

You already kind of knew that Damian was Robin and Bruce was Batman because of your aunt

But what was a surprise was that he tended to you himself instead of Alfred

The next few days that you stayed with him was puzzling

You were too scared to be left alone because his house was huge

Even though your instincts said that your Aunt would be happy with you if you stole something and returned you were too scared

You didn’t want to return home to your aunt angry

So, you thought you would give her a few days to cool off

And those days you spent with Damian

He thought you were an extremely unique cat 

Which was fitting because you thought he was a weird kid

I mean he had a cow and a turkey

If you weren’t with Damian, you were with Titus, just stretching comfortably around his legs and napping beside him while he stood stiffly trying to make sure nothing would harm you

You’d follow Damian around all day, using your shadow travelling to catch him off guard sometimes

Like when he’d go down into the Batcave, he’d leave you outside, but you’d travel through the shadows and find him inside

He was unusually caring for you and that’s what made your heart melt

You found yourself slowly gaining a crush on him

Which was kind of embarrassing because you were a cat

He doesn’t find out who you are until one day Selina shows up at the manor, almost in tears

You’ve missed her but you were scared that she would be mad at you, so you stayed hidden in a corner

“My charge, Bruce. I can’t find them anywhere. It’s been days and I’m afraid—”

Her voice breaks and it’s then you run out, shifting into your form and barrelling into her arms

“Auntie!”

I don’t wanna go into details about how you two get together because it’s boring

As a couple you find yourself more comfortable to shift in front of him

More often than not, when he’s busy, you phase into a cat and nap on his lap

He’s so not surprised when he comes back home from patrol and sees you napping on his bed

He loves to hold you when you’re a cat and no one can tell but he’s totally doing baby talk in his head

Titus loves you as a human as well, but you spend a lot of time with him as a cat

Damian likes to tease you sometimes by asking if you want a can of fancy feast instead of a burger

Or he’ll give you a bowl of milk instead of a soda

But ha ha jokes on him you’ll just shift into a cat and drink it and then go and sharpen your claws on his clothes

You try and scare him by shadow travelling

But he always senses you before you can

It freaks the rest of his brothers out though

Speaking of his brothers, they can’t believe that he’s dating the charge of Cat Woman

Especially after the scolding he gave Bruce when he dated Cat woman himself

They take every opportunity to tease him about it

You don’t steal anymore as per Damian’s requests

Except his clothes ofc

“Of course, I won’t have to steal because when I marry you, I’ll have all your money.”

And Damian’s reaction is either to quietly blush or smirk and agree

You can never tell with him

He sometimes thinks that you have the capability to be a superhero, but he’d never tell you because he doesn’t want you getting ideas

If you do decide that you wanted to be a vigilante, he’d support you and train you

But he’d much rather have you be safe at home

That doesn’t stop you from giving your input during missions and such

But that’s wayyy after you both start dating and Bruce is completely cool with you

Sometimes he forgets that you used to live in a life of crime, but he gets reminded in the most peculiar ways

“OHMYGOSH! Is that Stuart!? Put me on speaker phone!” You shouted, yanking off the com link from Tim’s head

“Stuart! Hiii~ It’s me (V/N)!” You squealed to the man that was about to bash in a couple’s head with a lead pipe before Damian came in to stop him

And Damian would just watch, extremely perplexed as you the two of you chattered like monkeys

“How the hell do you know each other?”

“Oh, we used to mug people together!” You said vaguely, “How are you? Is business good?”

“Don’t encourage this!”

[azoraahai]

okay I know we talked a little about madison and robin, but since you love john so much can I have some headcanons for john and auntie robin, especially when he goes down his dark path

HDHFKSJHFKFHKN OKAY SO

▸ post ae, john would see more of auntie robin ▸ at least once a week, robin would be over and she’d hang out with the lewis-rogers fam ▸ years later, i feel like robin notices john’s emo phase sooner than everyone else does bc she can relate to it in some ways ▸ john feels like he can talk to robin bc he knows she’ll never judge him▸ that and he trusts alex a lot so ofc he can trust robin as well ▸ she has a different method of teaching him than jackie and steve ▸ she’ll do reverse psychology on him and get him to realize his stupid shit instead of straight up telling him no ▸ when something happens with you know who and john has a break down, robin’s auntie instincts come in and she hugs that poor boy for hours like she doesn’t let go at all ▸ when john goes completely down his dark path, he breaks contact with robin since he knows she can talk him out of anything ▸ which breaks her heart btw bc he’s like a son to her ▸ but when john’s realizes again what’s right and what’s wrong, robin doesn’t hold any grudges against him and immediately welcomes him back 

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

AU Headcanons: Bucky and Harper's child (ren)

following on from @isaaclahys ask

Lola was such a hardy, easy baby. Like she was the perfect first and had Bucky and Harper thinking they had this parent shit dOWN

Leo rocked the boat though. He ended up arriving early and was a sickly baby/toddler. There were lots of hospital visits and sleepless nights but he grew up healthy and they wouldn’t change a thing about him.

Harper and Bucky would be obsessive parents at first. They’d be so protective and they wouldn’t want either of them to be out of their sight for too long

It’d get more relaxed as time went on but there would always be that protectiveness in the back of both of their minds

They probably followed the school bus to their first trips tbh

Harper would want them to have the childhood she never got. Lots of family days and laughter, no fear and definitely no being scared of talking to each other. They’d be the kids who wanted for nothing but weren’t spoilt.

Lola’s more like Bucky especially with how outgoing she is whereas Leo is more introverted and logical like Harper. She’s definitely a daddy’s girl and he’s a mummy’s boy for sureeeeee

Their looks are more of a mixture, Lola was blonder when she was younger but her hair went darker as she got older…as she gets even older she definitely experiments with the colour. 

Leo would adore his Auntie Shuri and would always be asking questions about her lab. He’d know more about his fathers metal arm than Bucky himself

Lola would be so into the 40s era and it’d be hard for Bucky to talk about but he’d tell her all the stories he could remember. He’d unearth any of his and Steve’s old things for her. She’d have his war medals on her wall above her bed.

/himym robin voice when she announces the kids aren’t real/

Ofc, unfortunately, all of this is definitely AU bc even tho I’m not sure about Super Soldiers fertility I do know that Hydra would take the same route as what Natasha went through and sterilise Harper. So she wouldn’t be able to have kids :(

Also I think Bucky and Harper would have been through too much to even think about bringing children into their lives. They’d be the best Aunt and Uncle ever tho.

[itspenisparker]

could you do a follow up to the baby osterfield one where tom and reader now have a kid and they tell haz and his wife they're having another or something?

Alexander toddled after Robin, babbling complete nuisance. You cooed after him, watching the chubby toddler make his way around the garden. You and Tom had the Osterfields around for the day, nothing unusual, but pleasant nonetheless. The warm summer sun allowed you all to venture out to the decking, lounging on the furniture. You had spent a majority of the day out here, and you watched as the children continued to play. Robin Osterfield had recently turned three, and was considerably quicker than Alexander Holland who was turning two next month, yet they were already the best of friends. It made you all glow with pride, seeing your boys already developing such a strong friendship. Rachel and Tom were putting away the paddling pool, seeing as you didn’t want the kids in the actual pool, not just yet. The paddling pool had allowed you all to continue your chats, no one has to stay near the pool itself.

“How will Alex like the plane?” Harrison mused, sipping his beer. His dark shades took up most of his face, but the skin which was uncovered had slowly become pink, seeming as the gentleman had refused to put on appropriate sunscreen, declaring when first coming out here that he wouldn’t burn. Everyone else had put it on, had lavered the children head to toe in the stuff.

“Probably hate it, but Tom’s the one taking him,” you smirked, watching your husband fail once again at putting the paddling pool back in its box. Rachel stood back, giving him pointers on what he should be doing, but Tom didn’t listen. No, Tom was now shoving it in, grumbling expletives as only half of into the box. He dubbed that acceptable, throwing the box in the general direction of the shed before stomping his way back over, Rachel laughing as she followed after him.

“Why can’t you come with us to L.A?” Harrison quizzed, picking at a loose thread on his shorts. “You love America.”

“I know, but I have some stuff to wrap up over here,” you sighed, shuffling over in your seat as Tom came and sat next to you. His arm fell around your shoulders and you nuzzled closer, “but I will be coming out in a couple of weeks.”

“What’s this now?” Rachel sat on the seat next to Harrison, picking up her own beer.

“L.A,” you and Harrison replied together, “Harrison is complaining about why I can’t fly out with you guys,” you continued.

“But we’ve explained why?” Tom chuckled, “or is he sad because it means that he’ll actually have to help me carry my stuff?”

“I’m not your assistant anymore, Holland,” Harrison grinned. It was true. Harrison was soon spotted for a role on a Netflix show, and once Marvel saw his talent, they scooped him up, casting him as the next Johnny Storm.

“Who makes more money? Oh yeah, me,” Tom pointed at himself with a smile.

“Only because you basically replaced Robert,” you pointed out, prodding his ribs. He jerked away, squealing. You couldn’t help but laugh at how ticklish he was.

Alex got interested by the tickling and waddled over, making his way up the small steps. He wasn’t the most steady on his feet, but once he got running, he wouldn’t stop. He came over, arms wide, asking to be picked up, squealing also just to ensure that he was noticed. Tom pushed away from you, picking up his son, cuddling him close, “you can’t tickle me now,” he giggled, blowing raspberries on Alex’s bare stomach. “I better go and get him dressed actually,” Tom decided, holding Alex out at arm's length. He was still wearing his swimming costume, little sharks decorating his trunks, and as the temperature started to decrease, Alex would feel the cold very soon. So, Tom got up, tickling Alex as he went.

“Just wait until they get dressed themselves,” Harrison chuckled, tossing his son a shirt. Robin picked it up, tugging it over his head before going back to the mud. His shirt was on wrong way round and inside out, but at least he had it on. Harrison shrugged, drinking more from his beer as Rachel rolled her eyes, yet didn’t bother going to correct her son.

“The fans are going to love him,” you mused. So far, whenever possible, you all have kept the children out of the limelight, at least until they had some form of a personality. Tom wanted Alex to come to L.A, it was promising to be a long shoot and he couldn’t bear being away from his son for so long. Usually, Nikki and Dom looked after their grandson, with frequent video calls to his parents. But this time, he wanted his boy there. You weren’t overly busy this time you're needed in L.A, and the days you were, you could take the boys with you. Rachel would have them, but last time that Robin had gone in a hair and makeup trailer, he had ended up crying and needed too much attention.

Tom came back out, Alex now wearing a sweatshirt with his Spider-Man PJ bottoms. He loved those things, screaming the house down if he isn’t allowed to wear them. Robin has a pair also, and a pair of Fantastic Four ones, but he preferred Spider-Man, much to Harrison's dismay and Tom’s delight. Tom was playing one handed pick-a-boo with Alex as he walked over, his son howling with laughter, causing Tom to laugh which caused Alex to find the game even funnier. Tom sat down, and Alex rocked backwards and forwards with laughter on his dad's lap.

“Is that your new jumper, baby?” You cooed, getting your son's attention. He nodded, determinedly, tugging on the shirt proudly. “Do you want to show Uncle Haz and Aunty Ra?” Another nod, a confident “yes”, and down Alex crawled from Tom as he excitedly went over to Harrison and Rachel. He held out the bottom of the shirt, looking down at his belly, trying to read the font upside down. “What does it say?” You prompted, gripping Tom's hand.

“Big … Brotha to bee”, Alex read out, looking up as Rachel squealed. She covered her mouth, looking over at you both with wide eyes, Harrison slowly taking off his sunglasses. Alex decided he got bored of the adults and made his way back over to Robin, who was now lying, sprawled out on the grass.

“No way,” Harrison stated, taking off his sunglasses. Tom grinned, looking smug. “No way,” Harrison repeated.

“Yeah, we decided another little tike would fit in, we’ve got the room for it,” Tom motioned around, the large gardens and the massive house. It was true, you did have the room for another, possibly more.

Harrison stood, Tom mirroring him also, “you little shit,” Harrison cursed, pointing at Tom, “you want to outnumber us!” Tom laughed, you did also. “Honey!” Harrison grabbed Rachel's hand, “we must compete. To the bedroom!”

Can you tell I love this concept so much? Gah! Also, I adore the thought of Harrison being Johny Storm, so ofc had to include it.

(The ‘to the bedroom’ part was inspired by Jared Padalecki when he discovered Jensen Ackles was expecting twins)