#bucky x mom reader

[greatmistakes]

Dad Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky and you give a talk to your daughter after her being called to the Principal’s office.

Note: No use of y/n or specifications of the character. Drabble inspired by this gif and my love for the idea of Bucky as a father.

Also, my main language is not English. If there’s any mistake please let me know kindly 🥰

“So… how was school today, Becca?” Bucky tried stating the conversation. You were silent, collecting your thoughts and sanity, after receiving the call from the principal.

Your daughter, Rebecca, was called in to the principal’s office because she almost hit a classmate of her. Apparently she was about to get in a fight with a boy. If it wasn’t for her teacher, the poor kid would probably had left with a red cheekbone or something like that.

“It was… not great.” She said from her car seat in the back row.

Okay, at least she’s not trying to lie about it.

“Really? How so?” You continued, trying your best to sound as normal and collected as possible.

“Hmm… the pincipal talk to me.” She was waddling with her tiny hands while looking down at them. Such a cute little copy of you.

“What for? Something good?” Bucky tried to get more information from her before you slammed the breaks anxiously waiting for her to explain.

He regretted not being the one on the wheel.

“Mmm… not really. I… I did something that Ms. Medina and the pincipal say is not good.”

That made your eyes immediately look at her through the rearview mirror. Thankfully you were at a stop sign and you didn’t have the necessity to hit the breaks.

Before you could say anything, Bucky spoke. Trying to keep the peace.

“Oh? So you think you did something good?”

“Well yeah, Gale is a bad boy. He needs to be better.” Rebecca was more confident while explaining now.

“A bad boy huh? What makes him a bad kid?” Her father continued investigating.

“He bothers my friend. He pulls her hair when Ms. Medina not looking and he always push her in playglound time.” Her tiny arms were crossed, showing she was mad while remembering all this kid did.

“And what did you do, Rebecca?” You asked. Thankfully almost home.

“I told him to stop, many times. And he not stop!”

“And what happened after he didn’t stop?” Your husband continued.

“I was mad. And I want Gale to be good and I push him. And then I go to hit him but Ms. Medina says stop and to go to talk to the pincipal.” She said so fast she even got her eyes glossy.

You arrived to your home’s driveway just in time.

“You wanted to hit him? Why Rebecca? That is not how you solve problems, you know that.” You said, no longer containing your self and looking back at her once you stopped the car.

“But he a bad boy! Daddy always hits and fights bad mans!” Rebecca tried her parents to make sense.

Well she’s not wrong. You and Bucky look at each other and sigh.

“Becca… you can’t just go around wanting to hit people… that’s not… you just can’t do it.” Bucky tries to explain while getting out of the car to help her daughter out.

“But daddy you hit and fight! And then bad mans are good mans.” Her pouted lips and tone showed how much she didn’t understood what she did wrong.

Bucky couldn’t resist that little baby cute face when he opened the door. He almost gave in and left the conversation there, but he sighed and placed his arms on his hips while trying to find a way yo explain. Thankfully you came to his rescue.

“Baby, remember that Daddy has to do a lot of work before going to stop bad guys. And that’s what he does, prevent them from harming others. Once words and reasoning does not work, your dad just tries to stop the bad men to make more harm.”

“But I tried talk to Gale.” At this point, tears were rolling down her eyes, making both Bucky’s and your hearts tight with regret for causing those tears in a way.

Bucky, finally giving up, piked her daughter up from her car seat and hugged her tight while soothing her.

“Princess, its okay. We understand that you did what you thought was right.”

“Yeah, you are a great friend trying to defend your classmate. We are very proud of you being a good friend.” You swiftly dried her tears on her chubby cheeks with your thumb. “Just remember that it is important you always remember that violence is not the answer.”

“You can always talk to your teacher and to us. And if the teacher can’t solve it, we are going to do everything in our power to help you and your friend. We will always listen and help you, no matter what.” Bucky adds, moving her daughter so that he can carry her with his right arm.

“You pomise?” Her eyes finally stop crying while hearing that.

“I promise baby. I’ll tell you this, mommy and I will go to talk to Ms. Medina and the principal tomorrow morning and help your friend out. That sounds good?”

“Yes, thank you daddy. Thank you mommy. Im sowy.” The three of you share a hug, still at your house’s driveway but not caring one bit.

“Oh my sweet girl, we know you are sorry.” You left a sweet kiss on her forehead. “You now know better and you will continue to be that sunshine friend you are.”

“We love you, Becky.” Bucky says while giving her a noisy kiss on her cheek that makes her laugh. “So much.”

[sad-not-glad]

Just some ramblings

I love getting to see Bucky post recovery in fics. Getting the happy slow life he deserves, pretty little housewife (you) and a tiny chubby-cheeked baby. White picket fence, holidays, Barnses family reunions, because we all know Bucky would adore that. Welcoming a cat and another one of his mini-me’s, maybe two.

But what about after that? His oldest’s graduation, his youngest’s? I want Bucky who struggles to watch his babies move out, I want Bucky who is devastated to watch them leave but even happier to see them thrive. What about when he becomes a granddad?

So here is old man Bucky becoming a granddad after getting the domestic bliss he deserves.

It’s his birthday. What number, Bucky didn’t know, he stopped keeping track too long ago. Far more important was the roudy group of his grown children, scattered around the living room with their partners and childhood friends, extended family and the like. It’s been nothing short of perfect, great food and nice weather with all his favorite people shoved into one house.

All except for one, that is.

‘Little’ Eliana, the youngest of the bunch and the only girl. Even though she’s a happy and healthy 25 years old, she was still doted on by all the men, brothers and Bucky alike. She was the princess, the baby, the littlest duck in the row- despite being married for 3 years already. So it really shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was to him, but Bucky still saw a grinning little girl with dirty hands when he looked at her. Eliana arrived with husband in tow fashionably late, her present tucked away to the back to the pile amidst the chaos of being greeted. Bucky, being the birthday Dad, got the first and longest hug naturally. One that he savored, tucking his little girl into his arms and holding her close. He still couldn’t believe where life had taken him, finding his soulmate and settling down. Getting to watch his outstanding children grow and prosper in ways he never imagined, everything he never believed he deserved. But it was his anyways, and he had no idea just how much more amazing his life was about to become.

Every year Bucky insisted he didn’t need any gifts. He was the happiest he could imagine with just his family, all safe and sound in the same house. Yet every year, he got to unwrap a mounting pile of presents that just keep getting better. So far he got a new watch from his son, which was amazing. Something he had been really needing too. A cat tree from the other son, two new mugs, the softest blanket he had even felt. Slowly the pile went from huge, to decent, until there was only one left. Eliana’s, a tiny little black box topped with a cute golden ribbon. She always had adored her father’s arm, hours of her childhood spent marveling at the metal. Now the fascination presented itself in his gift wrapping, or the black wedding band on her finger. A mimic of the engraving he had done when he married you.

She passes it over with a nervous smile, immediately curling back into her husband’s side. Bucky took the gift with a grin and a thank you, settling back and carefully peeling away the paper. You’re watching over his shoulder when he opens the lid, tossing it to the side and revealing the contents within. A little folded square of fabric. He pulled it out, confusion clear on his face as he turned it over. He unfolded it, taking a second to process just what he was looking at.

A tiny baby onesie, and written across the front was ‘I’m not spoiled, my Granddad just loves me”. He blinked, turning it over in his hands and re-reading the words, then reading them again. You had already put together the dots, leaping from your spot next to him with a surprised shriek. For Bucky, it was taking a while to really set in, eyes locked on the little outfit in his hands.

His daughter was…pregnant?

He was going to be a grandfather?

…He’s going to be a grandfather!

The tears are falling before the poor man even realizes he’s crying. Because after everything he had done, all the pain and suffering caused, Bucky was lucky enough to now be a grandfather. He looked up when legs appearing in his blurry vision, and there she was. The girl he had read stories to every night, kissed her boo-boos and held her hand. The girl who he raised into a wonderful young woman, smiling at him with giddy excitement. Excitement over having a child of her own, creating her own family to love and cherish. His chest was practically bursting with emotions, all of them pouring out with his tears and laughter as he stood to sweep her in his arms again.

And needless to say, the onesie spoke the truth. If you think this man spoiled his children, it’s a whole other ball game with his grandkids. His wallet is their atm, stealing them away for weekends with Pop-Pop, giving them memories to cherish forever. He cries holding his first granddaughter after she’s born. He cries when the second and third come, and he’s inconsolable when your eldest son reveals the name of his own firstborn. Andrew Bucky Barnes, the fifth grandchild he gets to welcome.

Pop-pop who picks up his kiddos early from school just because he missed them

Pop-pop who never misses a thing. Holidays, birthdays, graduations.

Pop-pop who always has the best stories, the warmest hugs, and the fluffiest pet cat.

Pop-pop who all his grand-babies adore just as much as he adores them.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mornings With All Of You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky x Wife/Mom/Pregnant!Reader with kids Becca and James Jr

Summary: Bucky enjoys his morning with his wife and kids.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you @buckys-wintersoldier for brainstorming ideas with me🥰🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Mommy said to not wake up daddy.” Yours and Bucky’s 4 year old daughter, Becca says to her 2 year old brother James Jr.

“Dada.” James Jr says, pointing at the closed bedroom door.

Bucky just got home from a two week long mission and you’re letting him sleep in. You told the kids to let their daddy sleep, but they didn’t listen. They just want daddy’s attention and lovings.

Becca is the smart one. She gets that from you. She knows it’s bad to disobey what you tell her and her brother, but she’s a total daddy’s girl. If she wants to see her daddy, she’ll see her daddy.

She walked to the closed bedroom door and stood on her tippy toes to open it. She held onto the wall so she didn’t fall. She opened the door with ease and pushed it open. Becca turned to James Jr and put a finger against her lips, telling him to be quiet as they walked in the bedroom where their daddy is sleeping.

Bucky may have enhanced hearing, but surprisingly he didn’t hear the door open and his kids walk in the room. They somehow to manage to climb up the side of the bed to get on top of it. They crawled to him and snuggled themselves under the blanket and against Bucky’s sides.

They couldn’t hold their giggles in. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open when he heard his kids’ giggles. He looked on both sides of him, seeing them laying next to him.

“Good morning, daddy.” They say at the same time.

“Good morning, munchkins.” Bucky says happily.

Bucky sat up, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Where’s mommy?” He asks.

“Cooking and baking room.” Becca answers.

That’s what she calls the kitchen.

“Mommy make muffins.” Jame Jr tells him.

“What kind?” He asks.

“Chocolate chip blueberry!” Becca answers.

“Ooh, sounds good!” Bucky says.

Bucky got out of bed and carefully picked up his son and daughter in each arm, making them giggle uncontrollably. You put a tray of muffins on the kitchen counter and looked up when you heard the sound of giggles entering the kitchen. You smiled when you seen your husband and kids.

“I told them not to wake you up.” You say, kissing Bucky good morning.

“It’s fine, doll.” Bucky carefully placed them on the floor and they ran to the living room to watch cartoons. “I love it when they wake me up.” He says.

Bucky put his hands on your sides, rubbing them up and down. His hands slowly made their way to your 2 month pregnant belly, caressing it. He looked down at your belly with the look of love and adoration on his face.

“I can’t believe we have third one on the way.” He muses.

“You better believe it cause she’ll be here before we know it.” You mused with him, putting your hands on top of his.

“She?” Bucky playfully raised an eyebrow at you. “I think we’re going to have another boy.” He says.

“You just like to be right, don’t you, Sarge?” You giggled.

“I was right with James Jr.” He says with a proud smile.

You playfully rolled your eyes at your husband and kissed him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, wanting him to be close to you.

“Do you have to go to the compound today?” You asked.

“Nope.” Bucky answers. “Steve gave me the next couple of days off to spend with you and the kids.” He tells you.

“That’s good, because I missed you.” You put your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “I think the kids missed you more than me though.” You say.

“Our kids always find a way to out rank us.” He says.

You giggled softly. Bucky kissed your forehead, making you smile. As you two were pulling away from each other, the kids came running in the kitchen.

“Are the muffins done?” Becca asks, looking up at you.

“Yes.” You confirmed with a smile.

The kids cheered happily and excitedly, making you and Bucky smile down at the two little creations you two brought into this world. Bucky got the kids seated at the table in the dining room while you took breakfast in there. During breakfast, the kids told you and Bucky what they want to do today. Bucky listened to everything his son and daughter said with the look of adoration on his face.

After breakfast, you cleaned up while Bucky cleaned the kids up. They’re messy eaters. He got them dressed and then got himself dressed. He walked back in the kitchen at the same time you were finishing up with washing the dishes. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and put his hands on your belly. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“Do you know how much I love you?” Bucky asks softly, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“You tell me about a billion times a day.” You say with a smile.

Bucky carefully spun you around so you were facing him. His hands were now on your waist, pulling you against his body.

“Let me tell you a billion times more.” He murmurs softly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck when he kissed you softly and sweetly. You two couldn’t help but smile against each other’s lips.

“Hey!” You and Bucky heard a small high pitched voice, already knowing it’s Becca.

You and Bucky laughed lightly and pulled away to see what she needed.

“That’s how you get cooties!” Becca exclaims.

“Me and daddy can’t get cooties, because we’re married.” You explained to your daughter. “Plus, daddy is a Super Soldier so it won’t affect him at all.” You tell her.

Becca stared at you like you just said the most interesting thing in the world. You walked past her and playfully ruffled her hair and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Becca didn’t miss the way Bucky was looking at you as you were walking away. He had the look of love and adoration on his face. She was curious to know why he was looking at you like that.

“Daddy?” Becca taps on Bucky’s leg to get his attention.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, picking her up and walked to the living room to sit down on the couch.

“Why do you look at mommy like that?” She asks curiously.

“Mommy is my wife and the love of my life. I love her with all of my heart. She makes me so happy.” He explains. “You and your brother make happy and I love you two as well.” He says, kissing her forehead.

“What about the baby in mommy’s belly?” She asks.

“I love the baby in mommy’s belly too. He or she is going to make me happy too.” He says happily.

You walked in the living room with James Jr in your arms and sat down on the couch next to Bucky and Becca.

“Daddy love you!” Becca blurts out.

“Oh, he does, does he?” You say.

“He said you’re his wife.” She says.

“He’s right. I am his wife.” You smile widely. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world.” You say, kissing Bucky’s cheek.

Becca and James Jr carefully slid off of yours and Bucky’s lap to play with their toys on the floor while cartoons played on the TV. You slid closer to Bucky, snuggling yourself against his side. Bucky wrapped his arm around you, gently rubbing your belly with his hand.

“I love mornings with all of you.” Bucky says softly and happily.

“Me too.” You say softly, leaning up to kiss him sweetly.

James Jr threw a stuffed animal at you and Bucky when he seen you two kissing.

“Yucky!” James Jr shouts loudly, making you and Bucky laugh.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[buckystevelove]

[cosmicwavelengths]

girl dad! bucky barnes

minors, DNI! - 18+ only pairing: dad! bucky barnes x mom! reader a/n: hello! i saw a prompt/headcanon on here about bucky being a dad and it inspired me to write this! tbh i’m not exactly sure what timeline this takes place in, but imagine all the avengers are together (and alive). this ended up being a bit longer than expected lol, so i hope you all don't mind too much. enjoy!

tags: fluff/smut, pregnancy/getting pregnant, dad! bucky barnes (he is the best dad ever), mom! reader, bucky is overprotective (duh), both reader and bucky have their insecurities going into parenthood, sam wilson, tony stark, wanda maximoff, and steve rodgers (mentioned), baby nicknames (angel, babydoll), f! reader nicknames (doll, baby)

cw: smut (implied breeding, mating press), hickey/love bite (reader receiving), tooth rotting fluff, bucky barnes, descriptions of pregnant bodies and stretch marks (body talk), bucky is still working through his trauma/PTSD with his experiences as the winter soldier

wc: 1.9k | masterlist

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bucky wasn’t so sure he ever wanted to have kids. it had felt like almost a lifetime (literally) since he last interacted with his own blood relatives, and his memories of this were faint given the amount of brainwashing and memory wiping he had to endure while acting as the winter soldier. he never quite thought about what life would be like with kids, until you mentioned it one day.

it sorta… slipped out. bucky had your knees pressed into the mattress, folding you into a mating press and pounding into your sensitive pussy. one of his strokes hit the deepest, most sensitive spot of your spongy walls causing you to writhe under him and whine out: “bucky, put a baby in me?”

bucky freezes above you, eyes wide open in shock. “fuck, doll, do you really mean that?” he asks, bringing his flesh hand up, rubbing his thumb gently against your cheek.

you gaze up at him with your soft doe eyes. “please?”

bucky groans, sliding back in. “shit, your pussy is so good, doll. keep squeezing my cock like that and i’ll make you a mommy.”

and that’s how you ended up pregnant!

the moment he found out you were pregnant, he insisted on doing everything for you. thirsty? he’s refilling your large water bottle. hungry? he already ordered in your favorite take out. he had always been like this, but it seems like his protectiveness dial turned up to an eleven when you began carrying your child. his child.

you blink and a few months had passed by. by the end of your second trimester, your belly had grown in size, much to your dismay. of course you had expected this, but a deep seed of insecurity was planted within you seemingly from nowhere. you were racked with negative thoughts of how much your body had been changing, especially as your tummy gains new stretch marks. but bucky never failed to remind you everyday how beautiful you are to him and how he can’t wait to meet the baby soon.

part of bucky was worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad. sure, he had been reading parenting books and getting advice from wanda and tony, he carried a lot of baggage from his time as the winter soldier. bucky has a recurring nightmare that he would be accidentally activated as the winter soldier again and hurt you or the baby, which forces him to wake up in a cold sweat. on nights like these, you hold bucky gently as he falls back asleep, confident that he would never do anything to hurt his family.

one day, you started to create a registry for the baby shower you were planning together. you added the usual things: diapers, wipes, a baby monitor. one day, you went into the document to find that bucky had added some… interesting things. you weren’t quite sure what an “automatic baby feeder” was or where to get “ivory soap.”

bucky was astounded at the amount of baby things that exist now. devices to track the baby’s oxygen levels, baby cameras, sound machines - none of this was around when he or his sisters were born, so shopping was quite an exciting experience for him. when you were feeling up to it, he loved to take you around the city to stroller pop-up shops, admiring how high-tech they’ve gotten in the past 80 years. however, the price tags were… not as thrilling. he fumbles with a tag, brows furrowed: “nothing ever cost this much back in my day,” he grumbles, which you playfully roll your eyes at.

eventually, bucky recruited sam and steve to help baby-proof the house. you didn’t realize that so many baby safety items existed (and you’re sure that tony stark quietly contributed baby proofing items of his own creation), but you realized the baby was going to be more than okay when you locked yourself out of the kitchen cabinets more than a few times.

your little girl was born at 3:00am on a tuesday. bucky would never admit it to you or anyone, but he cried when he first laid eyes on her. he thought he had known what love is between you and the rest of the avengers, but meeting your baby girl had unlocked a new level of love he never knew existed. she was perfect, and no one could take that away from him.

if you thought bucky had been overprotective with you… just wait until you see him with his baby. he practically stared holes through the doctor as he conducted the reflex testing. when she was startled and began cry, bucky took a warning step closer to the doctor and began staring harder, if that was even possible for him. “bucky, honey, let the doctor do his job,” you gently remind him, stroking his arm. “i don’t want him to hurt her,” he grumbles crabbily. he briefly contemplated asking tony for a stark armored car or security to escort you all back from the hospital, but you had talked him down from it.

once you’re home from the hospital, he barely lets the baby out of his sight. without fail, he always reaches the crib first when the baby begins to fuss at night. you suppose you shouldn’t be entirely surprised given that he’s a relatively light sleeper, but by the time you were able to get to the doorway of your bedroom he was already holding her, humming a light tune and rocking her gently back to sleep.

soon enough, she began to roll over on her own and crawl. it broke bucky’s heart to hear her cry when she did tummy time, so he’s more than happy when she progressed past that stage.

one day, when you were all sitting in the living room, you watched her carefully as she stumbled to her feet again. “do you think today will be the day?” you question, watching her attempt to regain her balance. “i’m not sure, doll, she’s been trying for a while now,” bucky answers, still staring down at his tablet. he was concerned that you had been behind on this milestone, so he took it upon himself to research any potential causes. maybe she saw something she wanted,  and slowly, she took one step. two. then three. you watch with wide eyes. “bucky!” you quietly whisper, so as not to distract her. “look!”

and there she was, his baby walking on her own. bucky tosses the tablet away, leaning over with his arms out. “come to daddy, pumpkin!” he quietly encourages, face growing into a wide smile. she excitedly shrieks, clapping her hands and walking towards him faster. she collapses in his arms with a giggle. you cheer, clapping your hands together and tearing up. bucky hugs her tightly with a smile, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “she’s growing up so fast,” bucky says, voice shaking with emotion. “i can’t believe she’s walking already.”

soon, that unsteady walking turned into running and running quickly. bucky may be a super soldier, but he’s still 106 years old. and somehow, he can feel every one of those years. he swears he has his back turned for one second and she’s putting his flip phone in her mouth, taking off into another room. sigh. 

some time passes and she starts to develop her own little personality. she loves to play in her mommy’s clothes and shoes. she giggles when you lightly dust her little nose with one of your clean make-up brushes. however, she’s grown to be somewhat sassy and stubborn, which you swear up and down she got from her father. bucky chuckles at that. “that’s my girl.”

don’t even get him started on her first day of kindergarten. poor bucky practically begged you to let her stay at home another year. “c’mon, doll, does she really need kindergarten? she’s already so smart, maybe we can talk them into letting her skip up to first grade next year.” you laugh lightly, reaching over to pat his hand, “this will be good for her social development, bucky.” though he was dreading it, the first day of school snuck upon you. bucky leans against the door frame as he watches you help her put on her little red dress and matching red shoes. bucky’s heart broke extra the way she excitedly ran into the school, realizing that she was growing up far faster than he thought.

most weekends, bucky insists on staying in with her, playing dress up, having tea parties, and watching princess movies. if bucky was honest, he wasn’t the biggest fan of most of these things (particularly the princess films, but you reminded him that she was far too young to watch mad max). bucky would wait longer between haircuts, knowing how much his little girl loved to run a comb through it. there’s nothing he loves more in life than spending time with his little angel.

as bucky did to you, he spoiled his daughter to death. even before she was born, bucky would come home with little outfits for her even if it would be years before she could fit in it. “i saw this at the store and i couldn’t resist,” he says, holding up the little teddy bear onesie and smiling sheepishly. “i couldn’t help but imagine our little boy or girl wearing it.”

the moment she was born, bucky promised himself that he would give you and his babydoll the world. turns out, such a promise carries a hefty price tag. as she discovered more of herself, she wanted to try out dance, basketball, playing piano. bucky was more than happy to foot the bill, even with the ulcer-inducing costs that come with raising a family in new york city. but nonetheless, bucky would hang the moon and stars for his family.

bucky loves to watch you and her have ‘mommy and me’ play dates. he chuckles lightly as his angel attempts to push him with all her might out of her bedroom. “no boys allowed!” she shrieks behind the closed door, breaking into giggles after. he smiles watching you help her make pancakes one lazy saturday morning. 

behind closed doors, bucky wants to spoil you in more ways than one. you’re such a good mommy to their little angel and he can barely restrain himself from practically pouncing on you after a long day out.

“fuck, baby, i love you so much,” he grits out between deep thrusts. you reach up to hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. “please, bucky, i can’t take anymore!” you whimper out, a warm feeling blooming at the base of your stomach as you try not to cum too early.

“you’re so good to me, lemme give you another one. a son, maybe?” you flush, gazing into his crystal blue eyes with that same look that got you pregnant a few years prior. you slide your hands up behind his neck, lacing your fingers with one another. you nod rapidly, “give it to me, bucky. please cum inside me.”

he leans in, sucking a deep red mark into your neck. “your pussy is so perfect, like it was made for me. now, hold still while i fuck another baby into you. let me give you that son that you deserve.”

and, unsurprising to no one, bucky’s seeds were planted well. you’re pregnant… again.

[crazyunsexycool]

My Little Love

Chapter 38

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: I don't want to add to many warnings and give away the plot so read with caution, Henry and Charlotte being the sweet little duo they are, crying

A/N: the time has finally come to see what's going to happen next with our favorite family.... Idk how to feel about this chapter but it needed to happen so we can keep moving forward.

Series Masterlist:

Henry laid awake after you left. He worried about you. Even at his young age he could tell something was not quite right with the way you had been behaving. He also didn’t like the fact that his dad didn’t know you’d be going on a mission. 

There was only one thing he could do and he only hoped you wouldn’t be mad at him. But Henry would rather have an angry mama than none at all. So he slipped out of his bed and Lottie’s grip on his shirt so that he could put shoes on. 

“Bubba?” Lottie’s sleepy voice called from behind him. “Whe-uh you going?” 

“I have to do something for mama.” 

“You call daddy?” 

Henry sighed and turned to look at Lottie, she was now sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Yes. I think mama is going to need help.” 

“I go with you?” Lottie asks, getting out of bed. 

“You should stay here with grandpa.” 

Lottie shakes her head. “I go with you.” 

“Fine, go get your shoes and be as quiet as you can.” 

“Kay.”

Henry meets Lottie in the hallway. He takes her hand and turns them both invisible before quietly going down the stairs. In the living room Eddie has the tv on even though it’s still dark out. His head is tilted backwards resting against the back of the couch while he snored peacefully. Henry places a finger of his lips to make sure Lottie knows she needs to be quiet. They leave out of the front door.

“Ok baby, I’ll give you a piggyback ride because we have to be fast.” Henry tells his sister before turning and lowering himself. 

Lottie climbs on Henry’s back and locks her legs around her brother’s midsection. Her arms wrap over his shoulders. 

“You ready?” 

“Am weady.” Lottie says with a nod.

“Ok, hold on tight.” Henry says and he starts running towards the compound.

****

They knock furiously on the door to the communications room. It’s only after a few minutes that it swings open. 

“Hi Ms. Maria.” Henry looks up at Maria Hill who’s in charge of running the operation from the comms room. 

“Henry, what are you two doing here? Where’s Y/N? Is Lottie having another vision?” 

“No but I need to talk to daddy. It’s important.” Henry’s eyes are pleading and Lottie is matching him. 

“Ok, come in but you’ll have to wait, they’re still on the mission. I’ll let you talk to him as soon as I can.” Maria says, opening the door wider and ushering the kids in. 

It takes a few minutes but eventually they hear Steve’s voice crackle through. 

“Mission was a success. Everyone’s back on the jet and we’re on our way home.”  

The small group in the room cheered. Maria heads to one of the stations and speaks to the person manning it before picking up the mic and headphones. 

“Sergeant Barnes, please switch to channel 3.” She says. 

“Everything ok Hill?” 

“I’m not sure, Henry needs to speak to you and it couldn’t wait.” Maria says before handing the mic and headphones over.

“Daddy?” 

“Hey bubs, what’s going on? Where’s mama?” Bucky tried not to let his panic be heard in his voice. 

“Mama went on a mission. She told me not to tell you but baby had a vision about it and I’m worried. Baby said there was a mean lady.” 

Bucky sucked in a sharp breath. It couldn’t be who he thought it was but he also had to trust your judgment. 

“Daddy?” 

“Hi doll. Can you tell me who you saw?” 

“Daddy it was mama’s mama. I membuh fwom my biwthday.” 

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to take some calming breaths but that was only getting attention from the team. 

“Do you know where she went?” He asked anyone who was listening. 

“She took a jet Barnes. We are sending you the location now.” Hill jumped in. 

“Thank you, Hill. Kids, is grandpa watching you?” 

“Yeah.” Henry said quietly after taking the mic back. 

“I’m assuming he doesn’t know where you are. Please go back home. I’m gonna go help mama and I’ll see you later. And don’t tell grandpa anything about this, it’s a secret for now.” 

Both kids say their goodbye and the line drops. Hill tries her best to give them a reassuring smile. The kids leave and sneak back into the house and Henry’s room without their grandpa ever noticing they were gone. 

“Well it took you long enough to come find me.” Your mother says. She has a pleased look on her face as she takes a seat. “Did you finally come to your senses? Or are you going to kill me?” 

You stare at her for a moment, really taking her in. It’s alarming to realize that this is who she always was. She had never hid herself behind the role of a sweet and loving homemaker, at least not in front of you. 

“I’m not going to kill you.” You say calmly. 

“Still weak I see. No matter, we can work that right out of your system this time.”

“Yeah, how will you manage to do that?” 

Your mother’s smile is sinister. It sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Do you really think I didn’t know you were here before I walked in? You tripped an alarm. At any moment my backup will be here.” She laughs as if she’s won, as if she has the upper hand. “I have so many plans for you. Things I didn’t get to finish the first time round.” 

You smile back. From one of the pockets of your utility belt you pull up four different dog tags, all of them covered in blood. 

“You mean the idiots that live down the hill? I mean, lived down the hill. I paid them a visit first and I cut the alarm in the cabin just in case there was anyone else wandering around.”

Lorraine’s face morphed from smug to absolute rage. She was fuming and you were satisfied that you’d managed to catch her off guard. 

“What were you planning to do with Luke and the twins? Were you going to kidnap them? What about Olivia?” You ask, you motioned to the files on the coffee table. 

“I’ve had to come up with backup plans. Since you’ve been nothing but a disappointment.” She spat with all the fury she had. She stands and tries to loom over you but the tactic doesn’t scare you anymore. “You would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for me. I gave you the only thing that makes you special.”

“You’ve done nothing but abuse me. You are a sick and twisted person.” 

“And you’re an ungrateful brat.”

Her right hand came up to strike you across the face but you blocked and batted it away before pushing her back. It was hard enough that she tripped and fell over the coffee table taking some of the files with her. Metal ropes slithered across the area rug from you to her. They wrapped around her arms, neck down her back and around her waist, lifting her back onto the couch. The now solid metal kept her in place. 

“For as much as you loved to call me pathetic, look at you now. You’re nothing. Hydra is nothing.” You growled, standing up from your seat. 

“Hydra will rise again. It always does and they’ll come for you and your stupid little family. We will have what is rightfully ours again.” 

“No! Hydra ends with you. It ended a long time ago you and the rest of those maniacs were just grasping at straws. You are nothing, no one will ever remember you because you didn’t do anything great.” 

“I am the greatest mind Hydra has.” Lorraine screamed, writhing as she tried to break free. With each movement the restraints got tighter. 

“Then why did they send you to have babies for them? You were useless to them. You had no purpose your own father thought that.” 

She stopped moving. Lorraine was panting as she stayed still, eyes closed. 

“Your father didn’t think you were anything special. You were ordinary, just one of the bunch. He thought the world of Henry though, didn’t he? Same thing with Lottie. They were his pride and joy. He saw them as the true future of hydra. They were everything he wanted in a child. Before he died he even treated them very well. But you? You were the disappointment of the family. He had no use for you, at least not until you got pregnant. I read all about what he thought of you. How he was glad to finally get rid of you so he could focus on what he had created.” You say. Your voice is eerily calm, it sounds strange to your own ears. There’s a sense of satisfaction in watching the woman who tormented you for years breakdown. You lean down into her space and look her in the eye. “How does it feel that even your own husband and children would prefer them over you?” 

 She lets out a blood curdling screech. “I did what I had to do in order to prove my loyalty. You would be nothing if it weren’t for me and this is how you repay me? You wouldn’t have your precious family and your precious Bucky if it weren’t for me.” She grits out. “The things we did to him. The way he cried and screamed and begged. He was such a great little play thing. Almost as fun as you were. But it doesn’t matter, once I’m done with you I’ll get my hands on him and those snot nosed brats and then I’ll really make them suffer. I’ll make you watch so you learn what I’m capable of.” 

That had you seeing red. It was bad enough to understand what they went through but to hear it from your own mother’s mouth made you sick. Instinctively the metal you were holding her back with tightened even more. She gasped for air before she began laughing. It was bone chilling and sinister. 

“I-I knew you h-had...” She begins but cuts herself off by coughing. “Had it in you.” Blood pools in the corners of her mouth as she finally looks at you. Her eyes are bewildered, as if she finally had gotten what she wanted.

“What?” 

“You we-re always me-meant to be the p-p-perfect killing machine.” She stutters before she laughs again. “We are the same, we-we are both killers now. The p-p-pride of Hydra.” She cries what you assume are happy tears. “O-our lega-legacy w-will live th-through you.”

As you realize what she meant you gasp. The metal that had been restraining her falls to the ground in small round pellets. She lay motionless on the couch. Some blood drips from her nose and mouth. 

You fell to the ground. Your eyes stuck to your mother’s motionless body. How could you have done that? Sure you had killed before but it had been in self defense. This time you let her get under your skin like she always had. You thought you had the upper hand but she played you. How would you tell your family?

**** 

You spent a few hours in a daze. Unsure of what to do. You didn’t even realize there was movement in front of you until two hands wrapped around your neck. 

“Weak and pathetic. You couldn’t even finish the job. I didn’t suffer through childbirth and family holidays and school and those stupid recitals and sport games just for you to quit on me now.” Lorraine, your mother was choking you. Part of you didn’t know if you should fight back. It was so surreal. “Do it. Turn into what I made you.” 

You scrambled to your feet in an effort to have the upper hand. Her grip was tight, nails digging into your flesh. You slipped your fingers in between her hands and your neck. The look on her face was terrifying. She sneered, her eyes almost black from rage. You weren’t sure where she got the strength to hold you down.

“Stop.” You hissed.

“Make me.” Lorraine leans in, her face inches away from yours. “We could rule the world. There is so much you’re capable of and I can teach you. You are meant to be the new fist of hydra. You’ll bring us into a new age but only if you give in.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this. You don’t have to do this. I can get you help, you can see our family again. Do you really not care about them? Hydra doesn't care about you but we do.”

Lorraine scoffs. “No one has ever cared about me. You don’t have to be a lost cause. You just can’t see what I do. The world could lay at our feet, we could rule everything. We could be the most powerful people in the world. Why must you settle if you were made for such a great purpose? You could influence the ways of the world, hydra could continue to live through you.” She states. It’s all she cares about, the power and influence. She was a lost cause long before you were ever even born.

You stare her down for a moment and shake your head. “Hydra dies tonight. If it has to die with me, then so be it.”

Lorraine lets out a mixture of a groan and a screech of frustration. One of her hands lets go and she reaches behind her. You put your focus on the metal that is lying around and pull it towards you in order to use it to defend yourself. Lorraine holds a blade and brings it down toward your chest.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

Three quick gunshots. Two to the heart and one to the head. Lorraine’s eyes widen for a second and then she drops at your feet. From the darkness of the hallway Bucky steps out, gun still in hand. 

“Are you ok?” He asks hesitantly. 

You nod. “It’s over.” You murmur in disbelief.

Bucky rushes over when he sees the tears in your eyes. He doesn’t hesitate to bring you in for a comforting hug as you start to sob. 

“It’s ok, Sugar. I got you.” He murmurs. 

It took you some time to compose yourself. But in your defense you had gone from thinking you killed your own mother to her trying to kill you to your fiancé killing her instead. You didn’t even want to hurt her, that hadn’t been your intention at all. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky didn’t give you a chance to protest. He manhandled you and took you outside. 

Taking gulps of fresh air, you began to cry again when you saw Steve standing a few feet away. Bucky pushed you in his direction before going back to the cabin. 

“Are you hurt?” Steve’s words are dripping with concern as he makes his way to you. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you.” 

You didn’t answer. No one you knew had ever been in this position so they wouldn’t understand. You watched as Bucky walked out with your mother’s body wrapped in a blanket. He was gentle with her as he set her down and headed back inside. It made you want to throw up and you did. Steve held you up, offered you a bottle of water from a bag he had been carrying. It didn’t stop the sick feeling in your gut.  Bucky walks back out with all of the files in hand. 

“Let’s go.” Bucky says, handing Steve the files and trusting he’d help you back to the jet while taking the responsibility of carrying your mother. 

You sat quietly in the jet. Every few minutes you’d look to the side and see your dead mother laying there. The more you looked at her the angrier you got. Everything she’d put you through was just for power.  

“Hey,” Bucky called softly as he sat next to you, blocking your view. “How are you feeling?” 

“I don’t know. Sad? Angry? Relieved?” 

Bucky’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb moving back and forth. You can see the sadness reflected in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to do that but when I saw that knife I had to act fast.” 

“It’s not your fault, you were only protecting me and I’ll always love you for that.” You say quietly before turning your head and kissing the palm of his hand. “How did you know I was here anyways?” 

“Henry went to Hill and asked to talk to me, he told me everything. He was worried about you. Lottie had a vision of your mom. Hill tracked the jet.” Bucky responds. “We had the team redirect here. Steve over there just had to join me to try and steal my thunder.” 

“Hey, she was my friend before she was the love of your life.” 

You give him a small smile. Steve gets up from the pilot’s seat and sits across from you. He pats your knee reassuringly. 

“Bucky told me about your mom. I’m sorry you went through all of that. Especially when it was someone that was supposed to protect you.” 

You give him a small nod. There wasn’t  much you could say. Your thoughts were on how and exactly what you were going to tell your family. The relationship you had with them could change forever in the next few hours. 

“Everything will be ok. I’m staying right by your side.” Bucky murmured as he pulled you in. 

Steve and Bucky looked at each other for a moment, a silent understanding that they’d need to be there for you. While Bucky held you Steve went back to the pilot’s chair. It would be a few more hours until you got home and then you’d have to face your family.

You turned the corner into the long hallway that led to many conference rooms with determination. Towards the end of the flight you’d decided that what’s done is done. Lorraine had made her choices and you’d made yours. The only thing you could do was tell your family the truth and give them the evidence you had and let them decide what they wanted to do. You couldn’t control their reactions but you could control yours.     

Halfway down the hallway Henry and Lottie sat outside one of the rooms. Their feet kicked back and forth as they waited. Lottie was mumbling something and patting Henry on the arm in a comforting manner. It made you genuinely smile to see them like this. 

Lottie saw you first and jumped off her seat in order to get to you. Her arms open wide, her pink teddy bear in one hand. Lottie launched herself into your waiting arms. You pulled her close and even gave her a little squeeze. She rewarded you by peppering kisses over your cheek. 

“You is kay mama?” Lottie asked once she pulled back. Her finger traced your cheek, up and over your brow and down your nose before ending the delicate touch with a small ‘boop’. 

“I am more than ok now my sweet Angel.” 

She smiles when you lean down and kiss her forehead. Your attention then turns to Henry who is standing not too far from you. The telltale signs of his nervousness present as he fluctuates in his invisibility. You reach out for him and he slowly makes his way to you. As you hold him, his form stays visible and he relaxes into your hug. 

“Mama, I’m sorry I know you di-“ 

“Never apologize for doing the right thing.” You cut him off while pulling away to look at him. “You followed your instincts and it was the right call, ok?” 

Henry nods before giving you one more hug. 

“Can you stay out here with your sister while I talk to our family?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Thank you, sweet boy.” 

You stand and take a deep breath. It was now or never. You had asked Bucky to make sure your family was at the compound by the time you got there. Steve was still with you when you walked in the room but he stayed in a corner, he was there more for moral support than anything else. 

With Bucky’s help you managed to get the blood off of you but you didn’t look great. Eddie was the first one out of his chair to hug you. Luke, Sofia and Josh followed soon after before settling back down in their chairs. You sit across the four of them and you feel sick to your stomach knowing what you have to do. 

“So before I start you have to know that what I’m going to say is very serious. I’m not joking about this situation. It’s going to be difficult to understand and even accept but I have proof to back up what I’m going to tell you.” You take a deep breath. “I also need you all to listen to everything I have to say.” 

“Kitten, what is going on?” 

“I need to tell you about what happened to me when hydra captured me last year. Specifically I need to tell you about who was responsible for everything.” You say as you grab the laptop in the middle of the table and connect the usb with all the evidence. 

You look over at Steve and then Bucky. Both of them giving you a nod to reassure you that they had your back. With one more calming breath you turn back to your family and begin to explain everything.

****

“So our mom and her family were involved with hydra?” Sofia asked after everything was said. By the tone in her voice you knew she had trouble believing you. 

“Yes. They were involved for generations. They were responsible for Henry, Lottie and the other kids. They were trying to create a new generation of soldiers.” 

“And she had us with the intention of using us to create more soldiers?” It was Joshua’s turn to question you.

You can only nod in response. Meanwhile Luke sits silently as he looks through the files you had given him. One for him, Molly, Olivia and their unborn baby. In the margins were the plans Lorraine had for them. 

Next to Luke sat your father. It looked like he was going to be sick. It was one thing to learn that your wife had treated one of your kids differently but it was another to realize you didn’t know the monster you had married. As he read his own file and even glanced over at Luke’s, Eddie wished he didn’t know any of this. 

“Dad?” You called him softly, worried that he might actually be sick. Maybe his heart couldn’t handle this. 

“Y/N,” he said quietly. It hurt to hear him call you by your name and not the affectionate nickname he had given you. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” 

“I was scared. I didn’t have enough evidence and I needed for you to believe me. Especially after I was taken. She was power hungry and she was willing to do anything to gain control of hydra.” 

“But you could have said something to me.” 

“Would you have believed me?” You ask. “Would any of you have believed what I said after I was rescued? I had been mentally and physically tortured. My autonomy had been taken from me. Anything I said at that time would have been questionable.”

Your family didn’t say anything. The tension was slowly rising in the room and then the one question you didn’t want to answer was asked. 

“Where is she now?” Sofia asks. 

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. The pain you felt from her death would surely be different than theirs but part of you still felt the loss in some weird way.

“She’s gone.” 

“What do you mean? Did she escape or something?” Joshua speaks up. 

Joshua and Sofia had been treated the best by her. Maybe she had found a little bit of maternal love for them in the cold and twisted heart she had. 

“No, I mean she’s gone, she died.” You deliver the news as gently as possible.

The truth hangs in the air and for the first time since reuniting it feels like your family is broken again. Your eyes stay glued to the table as you wait for their reactions. The only comfort you have is Bucky’s hand in yours. 

“You killed her.” It wasn’t a question or an accusation. Eddie just came to the realization much more quickly than your siblings had. 

“How could you kill her? She was still your mother.” 

“I-It’s complicated. I only wanted to bring her in. I gave her a choice.“

“But you killed her.” Sofia accuses.

“I killed her.” Bucky speaks up and everyone’s attention turns to him. “It was a life or death situation and I had to choose between Lorraine and Y/N. I did what I had to do to protect Y/N.” 

“You couldn’t have knocked her unconscious or something?” 

“She was choking Y/N. If I didn’t act fast this would be a completely different conversation.” Bucky defends himself. “Y/N’s safety was my priority. I’m sorry I really am but I did what I had to do.” 

Sofia gets up first, followed by Joshua and Luke. They take the files you gave them and leave, not saying another word to you. It crushed you to see how Lorraine had broken your family. Finally Eddie gets up and starts to walk out. 

“Dad?” 

“Let me handle this, I’ll talk to you soon.” Your father says and follows your siblings. 

Bucky pulls you into his chest. He comforts you while you cry. He whispers sweet reassurances as he guides you out of the conference room. The kids follow as Bucky takes you home. 

Bucky had ushered the kids into the playroom before pulling you along to your shared room. He didn’t say much as he helped you undress and sent you in to take a shower. Once you walked out Bucky got you into bed. He’d offered to stay with you but you wanted to be alone so he gave you space. 

It had been a difficult few days. Bucky could see the worry and anxiety grow with every moment that you didn’t hear from your father. You paced, you zoned out and you slept, nothing else. Not only was Bucky worried but so were the kids and the team. He’d even taken over making the final decisions on some things for the wedding. Not that he minded but he missed the excitement in your eyes as you talked about how great the day was going to be. All Bucky could do was be there for you, hold you while you cried and reassure you that you did nothing wrong. He shouldered the burden of having killed your mother so that you wouldn’t feel guilty about it for the rest of your life. But if you asked him, he’d do it again as long as it meant that you were safe by his side.

The kids also saw how down you were. They missed their mama. It was actually Henry’s idea to do something to cheer you up. So while you’d been sitting outside at Bucky’s insistence, he and the kids prepared a surprise for you. When you walked into your room you were surprised to find Henry and Lottie running out of your bathroom giggling. 

“What are you up to?” You asked with a small smile for the first time in days. 

“You’re just in time mama. Come look.” 

Henry takes your hand and pulls you into your bathroom. You find Bucky putting some finishing touches to a bubble bath. 

“What is going on?” You ask while looking around at the lit candles and bathtub. 

“We wanted to do something special for you.” Henry says before holding his hand up for you to see what he’s holding. “You can even use my boat so you don’t get bored.” 

“An my duckies mama.” 

You turn around to see Lottie holding up her little basket of rubber duckies. Most of them are dressed as the Avengers, your own duckie included. You wanted to cry again. For as much as you worried that your siblings hated you again, your family was right there showing you all the love you could ever need.

“The-uh you go mama.” Lottie says after dumping the duckies into the bath. 

Bucky ushered the kids out before telling you to relax and giving you a quick kiss.

****

Downstairs Bucky, Henry and Lottie rushed around trying to get another surprise ready for you. This had been Lottie’s idea. She had seen what happened and had been distraught but having you home eased her worries. Now all she wanted was to see her mama happy. 

“Hold this here.” Bucky held up a string of lights for Henry.

“Like this?” 

“Just like that bubs. Doll, grab that pillow and put it over there.” Lottie rushed around doing as she was told. 

The three of them freeze when they hear the door to your room open and close.

“It’s not weady.” Lottie looked at Bucky, panicked.

“I need like a minute. Go distract mama.” Bucky tells Lottie and she rushes out of the living room. 

She finds you at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Mama wook ovuh the-uh.” She points to a random spot behind you. 

You turn to look at the wall and try not to laugh. Then you turn back to look at her with furrowed brows. 

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” 

“Uh,” Lottie looks distraught as she tries to think of something. “It’s just so pwetty?” 

“The wall is pretty?” You say teasingly while looking back at the blank wall. 

You hear whispering but you can’t see where it’s coming from so you assume Henry is just invisible. Lottie looks up at you and smiles. 

“Kay mama come on.” She takes your hand and pulls you in the direction of the living room. 

You stop in your tracks when you see the lights and pillow fort. Bucky and Henry stand in the middle of the room smiling at you. The tv was on and an episode of the Golden Girls was ready to go. 

“Is this for me?” 

“Yeah.” Lottie nods as she looks up at you. “It’s a suwpwise. I don’t wike it when mama is sad.” 

That alone made you want to cry again. Instead you scoop Lottie up and hug her while walking towards Bucky and Henry. They join in on the hug and then you all find a comfortable place to sit. 

Lottie stays on your lap, Bucky sits next to you on the floor while Henry lounges on the couch behind you. He has his arm hanging over your shoulder. Even Alpine joins in for cuddles. The show plays but you can’t focus on it. All you can do is think about your sweet family and the fact that they’d do anything to make you happy the same way you'd do it for them. So you sit back and enjoy the moment pushing all the bad memories from the last few days out of your mind. 

The sun was starting to set as you were all still sitting together in the living room. You’d changed the show for a movie while the kids did some coloring. Your head was resting against Bucky’s shoulder as you yawned. Bucky was just about to suggest calling it a night when the doorbell rang. 

“Who the hell could it be at this hour?” Bucky mutters as he stands and makes his way to the door. 

There’s a hushed conversation before Bucky walks back. Behind him is Eddie. You tense and immediately you turn your gaze away from him. The kids, who usually ran towards their grandfather, stayed put. Everyone could feel the heaviness in the air. 

“Can we talk?” Is all your father asks so you get up and lead him outside to the back porch. 

Both of you sit in silence side by side, not knowing what to say. His expression was unreadable. It was one of the few times he ever concealed his feelings from you.

“How are they?” 

“How are you?” 

You asked at the same time. Eddie looked over at you, taking in your profile. He could see the tension in your shoulders and the way you clenched your jaw. He could see how exhausted you were. 

“Kitten.” Eddie said softly and you finally looked at him. You had never seen him look this tired or defeated. 

“How are they?” 

“Upset, confused, angry.” 

You nod and look away. “I’m sorry for not saying anything but you have to understand why I did what I did.” 

Eddie pats your shoulder before pulling you in for a hug. This time you don’t cry though. You’re done crying over this. 

“Kitten, I’m not blaming you.”

“They are. And I get it, I do. I’d also understand if you did too. She was your wife and you were together for so long.” 

“That woman was not my wife.” Eddie says. His tone is sad but resigned. “I was married to a stranger my whole life. She was a great actress though, I’ll tell you that much.”

You didn’t reply. What could you possibly say to him to ease the pain he was surely feeling? 

“Lorraine brought this on herself. As long as you tried to bring her in, alive, you have nothing to feel guilty about. She wasn’t a good person, kitten. I can see that now. You did what you had to do as an Avenger trying to protect innocent people and then as a mother trying to protect your family. You gave her a choice and she chose wrong. That doesn’t fall on you.”

“Thanks dad.” You say between quiet sniffles. He hugs you tighter. “As long as you don’t hate me.” 

“I could never hate you, you’re my girl.” 

You close your eyes and smile. He’s told you that all your life. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, holding each other and watching the sunset. 

“The funeral is tomorrow.” He said quietly, long after the last rays of sun had disappeared. 

“Oh.” 

“You should come, be there for your siblings. I think it could be good for the four of you.” 

“It wouldn’t.” You pull away from him. “She was their mother, not mine. I think I would just make it worse by showing up.” 

Eddie nods. “I understand, Kitten. I thought I would offer just in case. But don’t worry, your siblings will come around soon. They love you all.” He pats your thigh before getting up. 

You have one question. But you aren’t sure if you should ask. If it’s even appropriate. But seeing as your father knew you well, he stops before opening the door and turns to you again. 

“I hope this doesn’t change anything for the wedding. I’d still love to walk you down the aisle.” 

You look up at him, tears in your eyes and a smile on your lips. You give him a small nod. Eddie gets closer again and places a kiss on your forehead and leaves. 

Inside, Bucky meets Eddie at the bottom of the stairs after putting the kids to bed. Eddie stretches his hand to Bucky who seems surprised at the gesture.

“Thank you for bringing her back.” 

“Of course. I know it must be hard on Luke, Joshua and Sofia to just accept the death of their mother and not be able to bury her.” 

Eddie looks at Bucky confused before shaking his head. “No, I meant Y/N. I knew you’d keep her safe.” 

“With my life Ed. Listen about Lorraine- I really didn’t-“ 

Eddie raises a hand to stop Bucky. “You don’t have to explain yourself, you were protecting our girl, that’s all that matters. From what I’ve read in those files, she had it coming. If you hadn’t done it Lorraine would have kept coming after her. You not only kept Y/N safe but the rest of my family.” Eddie places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looks him in the eye. “You protected our family. Never apologize or feel guilty about it.” 

Bucky only nods understanding that Eddie was including him as part of his family.

“To be honest, and I mean this in the best way possible, I’m glad it was you that did it and not her. She would have carried that guilt for the rest of her life.”

“I’d do it again, if I had to.” Bucky reassures the man in front of him. 

“Good. Well I’ll get going now. See you at the wedding.” 

Bucky smiles and nods, following Eddie to the door and closing it behind the older man. When he turns he sees you walking around and turning off lights before making your way towards him. He smiles as you throw yourself into his arms. 

“Let’s go to bed.” He says softly, feeling as you take a deep breath and exhale. 

You practically melt against Bucky as you nod. Bucky kisses the top of your head as his hold on you tightens. He doesn’t let you go, instead Bucky leans down and hooks his hands around the back of your knees. You wrap your legs around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs while carrying you to your shared room. 

Bucky lays you down and you laugh while he tucks you in. “Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” 

“Shut up and get in bed.” 

“I keep telling you this is where Charlotte gets her attitude from.” Bucky mutters as he takes off his shirt and settles beside you. 

You laugh as Bucky pulls you closer. With a sigh you lay your head on Bucky’s chest. 

“Is everything ok?” He asks.

“I guess. The funeral is tomorrow.” 

“Do you want to go?” 

“No. I’m done with everything that has to do with Lorraine. I have more important things to focus on.” 

“Yeah?” Bucky looks down at you and smiles. “Like what?”

“Like marrying the love of my life.”

“Well that does sound like it’s super important.”

“It is.” You snuggle closer to Bucky. “I can’t wait to marry you.” 

“I can’t wait either, Sugar.” 

Ch. 39

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[literaryavenger]

Y/N, entering the common room: I slept for 15 hours. What have I missed?

Sam, trying to be funny: this dick.

Y/N: oh thank god, I thought I missed something big.

Steve: *spits water*

Tony, proud: that's my daughter.

Bucky, prouder: that's my girl.

Rest of the team: *dies laughing*

Sam:

Sam: honestly, fuck you all.

Pepper, concerned: WAIT you slept 15 HOURS???

[imwall-e]

My SuperHero

Pairing : Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary : Your son wants be someone special for Halloween.

Bucky always thought he was a monster, that he didn't deserve happiness. It changed when he met you. When you said yes. When you became Mrs Barnes. And when you gave him a child. A son. Still, the thoughts were here sometimes. Haunting him. What stopped them for good was what his son did on the day of Halloween. He only said "Dad, I'm dressing up as my favourite super hero". You and your son didn't want to tell him who it was, even if he was sure it was Captain America or Iron Man. Until he saw the toddler standing in the living room, his left arm made of aluminium, a red star on the shoulder. "Tell your dad what you told me", you said, standing near Bucky. "Dad, you are my favourite superhero."

[antiquarianfics]

Taken pt. 1

If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the park—to go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes can’t time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.

A/N: I've been toying with this idea for a while, so... I have no idea how many parts this will be, but I am planning more than one, so stay tuned. Also. I'm sorry. Genre: Angst/Fluff / WC: 1,395 / Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to copy or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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Bucky groans tiredly as he kicks his shoes off at the door. His muscles ached pleasantly from his run, but his lack of sleep made his body feel heavy. He calls out a quick “Girls, I’m home” to announce his presence as he drops his keys into the dish by the door, but when he doesn’t receive any sort of response from within the apartment, he frowns.

He had left for his run after you and Rebecca left for the park. His daughter jumping up and down at his feet while she excitedly told him all she planned to do (“Daddy, daddy!” She had said, “I’m gonna slide on the loopy slide, then I’m gonna do the monkey bars, and then I’m gonna swing as high as I can and jump off!” Bucky had laughed at her joy, only thinking to tell her to be careful.)

He tentatively walks through the apartment, calling out your name. “They should’ve been back by now,” he thinks to himself, pulling his phone out to check if you’d texted to let him know you’d be late coming home. You hadn’t. He quickly realizes he’s alone, and calls your cell as his heart rate picks up.

Bucky is incredibly aware that he is likely overreacting—and that you are more than capable of protecting yourself and your daughter—but you always check in with him when plans change. His phone rings… and rings… and rings… then he hears your voice.

“Hey! This is Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes. I’m sorry I missed your call; leave a message and your number. I’ll give you a call back when I can.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, an uncomfortable feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Something is wrong, but he just isn’t sure what.

He pulls his shoes back on, deciding to head to the Avenger’s Compound. It’s possible that if something came up, you’d head over without calling him. He doubted it, though. Biting his lip as he takes the stairs down as quickly as he can, he pulls up his contacts on his cell. He calls Natasha, Wanda, Sam, Steve; he asks if they had heard from you. They all say the same thing: No.

He calls you again. You still don’t answer. He’s never gotten to the Compound quicker.

—

“Woah, Buck. Calm down,” Steve says, trying to calm his best friend. “I’m sure everything is fine. Maybe she just left her phone at the park?”

“I checked the park!” Bucky yells, harsher than he means. He drags his hand over his face, taking a grounding breath. “I checked the park,” he says. Calmer. “I went there before I came here. They weren’t there, and I didn’t see her phone anywhere. I checked Becca’s favorite spots; I don’t think they’d go anywhere else.” He purses his lips, making eye contact with his friend.

“I have a bad feeling, Steve. Something happened.”

As if on cue, Natasha walks in the room to join the super soldiers.

“Tony’s been tracking her phone. Her cell connected to a tower in Germany approximately 20 minutes ago.”

“Germany?” Steve asks, eyebrows knitting together.

“Germany,” Natasha confirms, eyeing Bucky nervously.

Bucky turns Natasha’s words over carefully in his head, mouth silently forming the word “Germany.” He looks up at his best friend, then at your best friend, and purses his lips tightly together. He says nothing. Steve and Natasha share a look.

Silent Bucky is not a good sign.

Bucky let’s his body drop into a chair in the conference room Steve had pulled him into for privacy. He rests his elbows on his knees, lets his head fall into his hands. His worst fear, he realizes, is coming to fruition. He takes several deep, unsteady breaths before finally sitting up and facing his fellow Avengers.

“What else do we know?” He finally asks evenly.

—

“Mommy! Watch this!” Rebecca Barnes yells, making eye contact with you from the swings.

“I’m watching, baby,” you assure her. She smiles wide in response, and you can’t help but smile back.

Rebecca is only 4, but she thinks she’s older. She had watched the older kids jump from the swings and she was intent on copying them. If she could pump her legs enough to swing high, you wouldn’t let her, but she was unable to swing more than a couple feet without being pushed.

The little girl pumps her legs as hard as she can before she lets go of the swing’s chains and hops out. She lands unsteadily on her feet, but she manages to stay upright. She grins proudly, running up to you.

“Mommy! Did you see me? Did you see me?” She jumps up and down excitedly at your feet.

You smile proudly. “I did, you little daredevil!” You ruffle her hair.

You crouch down to Rebecca’s eye level, pushing a fly-away hair from her face.

“We need to go soon. We promised Daddy we’d have lunch with him, and you know how grumpy he gets when he doesn’t eat,” you tease.

Rebecca scrunches her face, putting her little hands on her hips like she’s seen you do. “He does get grumpy! Can I play a little longer, though?”

“Sure thing, sweet pea. But only 5 more minutes.”

She nods excitedly before running back to the swings, lying on her stomach to pretend to fly. You pull your phone out to double check the time before slipping it into your sports bra, a habit you developed to keep Becca from stealing it.

Five minutes pass and you call your daughter back to you. She pouts a little as she takes your hand, but when you remind her she has to go home to tell her dad about the park, she perks back up. The two of you begin your trek through the park back towards your apartment. Rebecca talks for most of it, pointing out flowers and bugs she sees, and boasting that she can count to 20 now.

The two of you are nearing the park’s entrance when you feel someone’s eyes on you. Cautiously, you start taking careful note of your surroundings, but you can’t pinpoint who or what has you uneasy. Clenching your jaw nervously, you scoop Rebecca into your arms, ignoring her protests. “Hush, baby,” you tell her softly, willing your legs to move faster.

You almost make it out of the park.

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You wake up in what seems to be the back of some sort of aircraft, your head killing you. You raise a hand to the back of your head to find a tender bump. You groan. As you come to, memories of your morning at the park come racing back: watching Becca on the swings, walking home, the uneasy feeling in your gut.

You sit up straighter when you remember how uneasy you felt and slowly starting to put two and two together that you’d been kidnapped. In a panic, your eyes take in your surroundings in search of your daughter. You let out a breath of relief when you see her lying a couple feet to your right. You scramble over to her, pulling her into your arms. She’s unconscious still, but breathing. You check her for injury, and she seems relatively fine. There’s a spot of dried blood on her neck, though, and you think your captors must have drugged her.

Your captors. You hold your daughter tightly to your chest as you look around for any clues as to who took you. The taste of copper fills your mouth as you look, and you realize you’d been biting your cheek in your anxiety.

You spit the blood out of your mouth, grimacing at the sight of it.

Then you begin to catalogue what resources you might have to protect yourself and your daughter. You note that other than the bump on your head and the needle prick on Becca’s neck, the two of you have been left alone. That’s when you realize your phone is still in your bra. You glance around the aircraft, eyes settling on a camera in the corner.

You’re being watched.

You swallow, holding Becca closer to you, and decide not to pull out your phone. The longer your captors don’t know you have it, the more likely your phone can be tracked, and the more likely the Avengers—and more importantly, Bucky—can find you.

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[vase-of-lilies]

Efforts to Make Amends

❀ Tfatws!Bucky x Mom!reader (f)

❀ Non-con and rape (DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT), past abuse, past parental abuse, mentions of captivity, fluff, childbirth, some suicidal ideation (but no actions), taking of virginity, some after sex bleeding, talking badly about a baby, pregnancy, dad bucky 🥺 (if there is anything else, PLEASE let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 6.3k

❀ A/N: This came to mind when I was just thinking about Buck:) I don’t know if this is already a concept, but if it is here is my take on it! :D

The cry of the newborn baby sent shivers down your spine. Not a scared shiver, or a nervous shiver. Just a shiver. You are her mother now, and you can not let this baby down. You won’t let this baby down. As the nurse gently handed the bundle of joy over to you in a pink blanket, you laid eyes on the most beautiful little thing in the world. With her eyes barely open to see, her blue eyes stared back into your own. 

Tears filled your eyes as you held her to your chest, her babbles slowly dying down to soft breaths. You smiled down at the tiny human in your arms, clutching onto your finger softly. You heard the heart monitor go off, and you immediately held your daughter tighter in your arms. Not wanting to let her go, not for one second. Your OB/GYN entered the room, smiling brightly with the paperwork of your brand new baby. 

“All is well with your little girl. I’ll let you decide on a name and we can fill out this boring stuff.” She chuckles and sits next to you on the bed. 

“Oh, I really like this one.” She hums softly at the baby names in question. She points to the fourth one on the list that you made on a piece of paper. “Clarisse” is the name she chose. It was your mother's name. Bright, shining, gentle, and brave. She was your advocate through the years you were held captive by your own father. 

Of course the circumstances of how this child came into this world is not how you imagined it, you are still eternally grateful to have her in your life. 

It was at this moment you knew all too well what you had to do. You had to start brand new; New name, address, hair color. Everything you can to stay away from the life you were forced into as a child. Going by the name Carla, you set off out of the police station with your new ID, and a new life ahead of you. You couldn’t hold back the smile that had formed on your face by the time you made it to the bus stop. 

Paying the bus driver, you sat down on the bench by the window. Carefully holding your newborn baby to your chest, you stare out the window at the passing cars, buildings, and people. All making their way home from work or even to work. Even the people who call themselves “superheroes” have a home to go to, don’t they? No matter where you go, you know you have to provide what's best for this baby. The police were some help, getting you your ID, colored contacts as well as a wig and a new passport. But it was a long, aggravating process. With every woman looking at your baby with prying eyes, getting ready to let their lips loose in the daily office gossip session. 

Finally, it was time to leave. It was time to leave the life you were previously living, and set off on a new adventure with a new companion.

~~~~~~~

Arriving at the airport, you follow the directions to buy a ticket to Spain. With what little Spanish you knew was not the problem at this point. It was getting away from a crime populated city such as New York. The culture, the people, and the ocean around the country felt like the safest option. 

“ID, ma’am.” You heard the woman at the desk say. Pulling out your ID, you make sure it is your new one. This has a special hidden key trustworthy people can scan that tells them you are a witness in protection. They are very caring with you, and question nothing if you hesitate with your new name. “Carla Davenport. Date of birth November eighteenth.” Fuck! What's the year?? “Year?” The woman asks. “U-uhm, 2001...” You almost say it as a question, but the woman smiles and hands you back your ID. 

“Enjoy Spain!” She says from the desk, and onto security you go.

~~~~~~~

The plane ride was long, and agonizing with how anxious you were. But Clarisse easily soothed your nerves. The looks people gave you were noticeable, and the last few people to board on the plane seemed reluctant to sit next to you. A newborn on a plane is someone's worst nightmare. But Clarisse was a sleepy girl, and slept a majority of the flight. The moments she did start to cry, you knew she either had to be changed, or was hungry. Once you went to the bathroom, you sat on the toilet and began to breastfeed your little girl.

The mirror that was across from you, a woman you barely recognized stared back. False black-dyed locks fell around an exhausted, hurt, and abused mother. There wasn’t much that stared back. You peeled your eyes away from the mirror, and pinned them back on your little girl. Clarisse was enjoying her milk, and was soon going to fall into a milk coma. You just knew it. 

Sighing as you sit back down, you look back out the window. The night sky was absolutely beautiful at this time, and you loved what it looked like. Even though Clarisse was asleep, you still pointed out the lights along the coast that shaped the continent of Africa, and soon to the lights that covered Madrid. Your new home town. 

As the plane landed, you stopped at the gift shop to get a Spanish-to-English dictionary to start learning. Also stopping at a small convenience store in the airport, you exchanged all of your US dollars to Euros and bought some diapers and a diaper bag as well. It was the small things that the program didn’t provide that seemed to be the biggest issues for you. But you were grateful for the small apartment they found, and even more grateful that they provided rent for the first year of living there. 

Getting a job will be difficult, but you knew that you would figure it out somehow. With how populated the world is, there is bound to be an English speaking job for you out there. But that was the least of your worries right now. What you needed the most was food, sleep, and a warm blanket for you and Clarisse. All that you needed for a couple nights was already at the apartment, and you were eternally grateful. 

Finally getting to the small one bedroom apartment, you immediately lock the door behind you, and set off to the small bedroom. There is a mattress on the floor as well as a few blankets and a pillow, but other than that nothing much else. It was simple, and you liked it. Just for you and your little girl. You smiled as you saw the view out the window. The beautiful city lights shone through the fire escape balcony, giving a soft glow in the bedroom. It felt safe. 

Getting out a diaper and some wipes, you begin to change Clarisse. “I know sweet girl, it’s been a long day.” You whisper, giving soft kisses to her face as she babbles into the open air. “Are you gonna sleep well tonight? Hm? Or are you gonna keep me up?” You chuckle at the small girl in front of you, and you softly tickle her sides. Her incoherent giggles are music to your ears, and it is nothing like you have ever heard before. “You are so beautiful my little flower.” You smile, nuzzling your nose against hers softly.

After getting Clarisse all settled, you decided to move the mattress just under the window to get the perfect view of the night sky. You lay your head on the pillow, a feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time. Your little girl snuggled right up next to you, and stared up at the sky as well. You knew she would grow up to be the best little girl there is, and there is no doubt about that.

~~~~~~~

Sweat covered your forehead as you ran through the cold Russian woods. Barely escaping the Hydra base with your ankles not broken. You kept running until you knew you were far enough away to take a breath. But oh... were you wrong. The Winter Soldier was right behind you, every step of the way. It almost felt like he was in the trees, stalking your every move just like your father had conditioned him to. 

The man was silent as he looked for you, but the silence screamed death. You were terrified, and rightfully so. Even trying to hold your breath so no one could see it, including you, was one of the only options to stay hidden. Besides trying to hide within the trees, and snow on the ground. It was hopeless. You could already hear the crunching of the snow underneath the heavy combat boots of the Winter Soldier coming your way. 

This was it, you were going to die. You never knew why your father kept you in the base, but he would not be disappointed to hear that you were gone for good. Maybe it was for the best. No one would have to worry about keeping you silent, or contained. With the secrets you know, you could uncover the world's most dangerous criminals, documents, and codes to plenty of nuclear energy. But you swore to your mother you would never tell a soul. She loved her husband and her daughter equally, but her caring nature made her keep the world she lived in safe. 

You were in your thoughts for too long. ‘Fuck-’ you suck in a breath, not moving an inch as you feel the cold blade barely cut into your neck. “Please...” you couldn’t believe you were begging for mercy, but you were strong. You had to stay alive; for your mother. “Cooperate and I won’t kill you...” the soldier said in a dark voice. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to kill you. 

Instead of questioning him, you gave a small nod. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. Soon the cold spread from your arms all the way down to your most intimate parts. He had sliced away at your thin hospital-like gown, and stripped you bare. You couldn’t do anything with a knife to your neck so you stayed still. “Please d-don’t, I-I’ll go back wi-with you, just p-please!” You quietly beg him, but he has already stripped himself of his own tactical pants. 

He ignored your pleas, commanding you “Be a good girl and lay on your back...” A whimper left your throat and you froze. “N-no.” You stated, calmly. Instant regret filled your veins as he swiped his foot underneath yours and you fell to the ground. Your head hit a root sticking out from the ground and your vision was rendered blurry. “P-please...” Your attempt of a small plea exited your mouth, but you gave up. 

His veiny, god-like sculpted cock filled your cunt to the brim. You tried to scream, but nothing would come out. He started to thrust, and thrust, and thrust. It felt like it never ended. His blue eyes stared into your dull y/e/c eyes with no emotion or mercy. He was told to do this to you, and it traumatized you. With no luck, you tried to push him away but he was quick to pin your hands above your head with his strong arms. One metal, one flesh. 

“It's ok... just take it...” Was he trying to comfort you? 

“I- I can’t...” 

“You will.” That was the very last thing before you were left in darkness, unconscious and barely alive. 

~~~~~~~

Clarisse lets out a small cry, waking you up instantly. “Hey sweet pea, shh shh mommas got you.” You whisper to her, gently rocking her in your arms. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew for sure you only slept a wink. You stayed up the rest of the night, helping her to sleep, feeding her every now and then, and getting only some sleep yourself. You were more than happy to stay awake for her, and that was a sacrifice you were willing to take. 

Once the sun started to come up, you yawned and decided to see what snacks you had brought from the airport. Some ChexMix and an apple was enough until you gathered enough courage to go grocery shopping. It had to be about 9:00 once Clarisse started to wake up. Swaying her as she drank from your breast, you hummed her a soft song and smiled from above her. As she drank, you began to grab what money you had, Charisse's baby bag and a face mask just in case someone did end up recognizing you. It would be lethal to have anyone from Hydra even know you exist. 

~~~~~~~

Bucky POV:

Of course I regret everything. I have to live with what I have done every day of my life, and deep down I know that I can’t blame myself for my actions. It’s not something to get used to. Some would say that I have gotten used to hearing the last breath come from someone's gurgling throat. Some would say that “he likes to watch them die.” But in truth, nothing is worse than seeing someone's life drain from their eyes just like a painting being washed away; the paint clinging to life to stay on the canvas but the water just too damn strong. 

A victim I remember very clearly, said whilst looking through the barrel of my gun “Fools make romance of death, for it is brutal and cruel. That I say be at peace with my passing is not such a thing. But once it is done, I will be safe and sound once more. I will live as long as I can, be with you as many days as we are sent, then keep me in your memories. I will see you again. That is a promise.” He was right, I would see him again. Not in heaven, or hell where I belong. But in my nightmares every single night. Therapy can only do so much for a broken, lost and helpless soldier. Let alone a 106 year old one. 

However, I was slowly making amends with the people who were fortunately left alive. Yori Nakasima, the sweet old man I have lunch with every Tuesday is just an example. He was not a victim, but his son was. He was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, and in turn he fell straight to the line of fire. My line of fire. No matter how much I try, I can never expel the begging that came from his mouth. He was innocent and had absolutely nothing to do with that mission. Simply… a loose knot that had to be tied tight. Yori and I went our own ways, and it makes me happy to see him still go to the same restaurant every Tuesday. He may not remember our conversation, but rest assured he can sleep knowing what happened to his son. 

One more name.

One more name and I can throw this damned book away.

Y/n Y/L/n. 

Y/n has been on this list for four to eight months now. Her name staring back at me with anger and regret. God why did her own father make me do this? Thoughts were racing through my head as I searched for Y/n, but nothing came up besides death certificates. She can’t be dead. She has to be alive, I know that she got out of there alive… Going deep into police, military and FBI/CIA records, along with the witness protection program as a sergeant, I was able to find someone by the name of Carla Davenport. I obviously knew this was wrong, and I was mostly doing this for myself. But there was one part of me that wanted to tell her that she is safe, and that she could finally rest with her guard down. 

Doing further research, I finally came across an address. I lucked out by being in Madrid at the time with Zemo and Sam while I did my research. All I had left was to confront her and tell her my intentions. Knowing Y/n, she would be feisty, careful but most likely fearless. I know her, and she would fight with every last cell of energy in her body to win. I slightly jump as I hear my phone buzz and I answer Sam.

“Hey Sam.” I said, jotting down Y/n’s new address. I heard a sigh on the other line, and I knew I was in for something. 

“I got a call from a CIA agent who found a breach in the witness protection program. Was that you?” Sam replies. 

“Uh, why would you think it would be me? I have no reason to be on that site in the first place.” Seriously? What kind of answer was that?? “Dr. Raynor told me you needed to find some people… Buck come on man, we could have done this together.” 

“Whatever happened to patient privacy? I found what I needed, so can I log out and be on my way?”

“Listen, I know you’re hurting. Especially over Y/n. I'll help you find her, but can we please do it the legal way?” He sounded convincing enough that he actually wanted to help, but I knew that it was just a ploy. Or, maybe that was my irrational thoughts talking for me.

“I’ve gotta do this on my own. She is the last one before I can finally go out and live how I want to. She will determine if I deserve to be free.” There was silence for a short period of time, and then another soft sigh from the man on the other line. 

“Alright, fine. But if I get one more phone call telling me you did something illegal, you’re kicked off my team for charades, and you are going to talk with Dr. Raynor. Do you understand?” 

I chuckled at his threat, and I nodded to myself. “Yeah, Sam. I understand. I wouldn’t want to bother Captain America with calls from random CIA agents about the site of witnesses in protection. This is honestly something Raynor should have let me do. She was the one who told me to “use your resources'' where there was nothing else to use. Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow Buck. Have a good night.” 

Hanging up the phone, I sigh and I finish writing down the information from the website. Now that I knew where she lived, it would then be the hard part of everything. Telling her what I did, and apologizing for it. 

~~~~~~~

Your POV:

It had now been three full weeks of living in Madrid and you were living your best life! You had a desk job dealing with English complaints for a website that was fully in Spanish, and your little girl could be with you all day long. Being able to earn a stable living was nice in such a large and new country. Also with your new way of life, you were not living off of ramen and buttered toast. You were able to make full meals with fresh ingredients from the finest vendors just down the street from your apartment. Steamed vegetables, freshly cooked meat that only needed a little bit of heating in the oven and your own seasonings and finally the glorious, melt-in-your-mouth Churros con Chocolate was what you were blessed with for dessert. It was heaven, and you were living in it with such happiness. 

Clarisse is now one month old, and has been a little more aware of what she can do with her body. Even at this young age, she knows who you are and who you are to her. Soon she’ll be running around on two healthy legs with energy skyrocketing every second. Watching her grow up is the highlight of your life, and you never wanted it to end. Her eyes would scan each room you went through, each aisle you walked down, and even grabbed up at you from your arms as you made your way down to the baby section. Clothes, shoes, food. Clothes, shoes, food. All you needed was those three things, and you would be on your way. 

It was a relief that you had not encountered a challenge by anyone. Not when little Clarisse cried for a little bit, and not even when the panic set in at the sound of the bustling cars outside the store. It was a success, and you could not wait to get home. Checking out with ease, you held Clarisse close to you as you took your groceries in the small basket on the back of your bike, and strapped the little girl into her car seat carrier on the front of your bike. “All safe and sound, my sweet girl,” You whisper, gently putting her blanket over her. On the way back to your apartment, you followed the same route to and from. Two lefts, a right, up the hill and to the left. It was almost a song you replayed over and over in your head, just to help you get home. Just like your mother taught you;

Down the hall and to the left, a little bit longer, up the stairs and in my arms you go! This song was to navigate the hallways of the large house your father had bought your family before he decided to keep you as his own lab rat. 

Once you made it into the safe walls of your home, the lock was the first thing in place after putting your bike inside. Clarrise still strapped in her seat, you rolled the bike to the far wall of your kitchen. The babbling baby in her carrier made you smile as she reached out to you, her feet kicking in excitement as she made eye contact. 

Holding your little girl felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Not only was this life forced upon you, but this baby took everything from you. Your passion for dancing and painting, your want to go to college, desire to learn and grow. This creature that is in need of so much care and attention took all of that from you. But so did he. He hurt you the most. 

Every day memories flow through your brain like a movie projecting onto a loosely hanging sheet. Warped, but clear for a person to know what happened. It was your duty to Clarrise that she did not know your past, and that she was brought into this life in a way that is a crime. And she never had to know. Having her not grow up with a father was a sacrifice you were willing to take to keep her protected from the pain you went through.

Your alarm on your phone went off, and you sat down on the couch to feed Clarrise. As you unclipped your padded bra, you froze at the sound of a knock came from the front door. Luckily Clarrise didn’t seem too hungry at the moment, so you slowly approached the door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a man. He had short brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He looked… gentle. 

As you held your child close to your chest you slowly opened the door.

“Can I help you?” 

He looked down at you, a hight difference clearly present. He smiled at the small child in your arms and responded to your question. “Im looking for Carla. Does she live here?” 

You nod and say “I am her, is there something I can do for you?” You ask again, wanting a reason for the sudden visit from this man. He looked back to your face and you made eye contact with him, it was his eyes that looked so familiar. 

“Right, I just moved in down the hall way and wanted to introduce myself. Im James Barnes, and I’m from 107, that way.” He pointed down the hall way and you followed his finger. You nodded with a smile. “Well, its nice to meet you James. Would you like to come in? I was just about to feed this little one, but if you don’t feel comfortable with breast feeding, you don’t have to come in.”

You invite him in, not thinking of the dangers or intents of this man. He kindly accepts and enters your small apartment. Offering him a seat on the couch, you sit down opposite from him in the rocking chair. Putting a cover over Clarrise, you begin to feed her, the milk coming from your breasts entering her mouth as she begins to feed. 

“What brings you to Spain? I don’t know a lot of English speakers here besides the land lord.” You say, wanting to start conversation. He nods and shrugs, smiling softly. 

“I just needed a change of scenery, thats all.” He keeps his answer simple, not knowing how to bring himself to tell you what he did. 

“Have I seen you around? You seem very familiar, maybe in the market?” You ask, knowing you have seen him somewhere. 

This was his chance, this is the time to tell her. 

“No, I don’t think it was in the market,” He says in a sad tone. “It was a while back, I- um, I worked with Hydra. For your father. A-and I was ordered to do something very harmful to you, and I believe it was the result of- of her…” He slowly explains as he takes off his glove, revealing his metal hand. 

Your heart drops, the puzzle piece finally fitting in the right place in your mind. Tears pool in your eyes as you look from his eyes to his hand. The metal one. The memories come flooding back to your head, the nightmares, the feelings, and the eyes. His eyes, those got forbidden eyes. As cold as ice, yet as blue as the ocean of where you pictured yourself at the time of his assault. 

"I am only here to apologize. I am not asking for forgiveness. I am no longer the winte-”

“Why,” you cut him off. “Why did you do it?” Your voice cracks, many emotions coming through your gritted teeth. 

His eyes softened at your broken voice, and he sighs softly looking down at his hand. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“What did my father do? What did he do to you?” You ask, pity also filling your voice as you too know what horrors other prisoners went through. You felt bad, even for him. You tear your eyes away from him, moving them to your baby, his baby. 

“He did horrible things, but nothing compares to what he did to you. What he made me do to you. I- Im so sorry Y/n…” He takes the risk of saying your name, not expecting anything from it. 

“What are you doing here, James? What do you expect me to do?” I ask, trying to understand why he is here. “Did you come to finish the job?” You ask the question that dreaded your mind the moment he told you who he was. 

“No, not at all. I actually came here to offer protection. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me or the life you had to endure when under the horrors of Hydra.”

You considered. You actually considered letting him stay and try to protect you. “What or who am I in danger of?” You counter his offer, trying to prove something but unsure of what. You sigh and shake your head. “Forget about it. Im in the witness protection program, so protection shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Carla. How do you think I found you?” He asks, exposing what he did to find you. 

Your brows furrowed and you glared at him. “I see.”

You didn’t engage anymore, you were numb and didn’t know how to feel about the situation. You felt violated all over again, by the same man. “Leave. Please just go.” You whisper, tears falling freely down your cheeks. Once Clarrise was done eating, you clipped your breast back into your bra and stood up. You didn’t notice James put a card on your coffee table as he made his way to your door. 

“I understand your fears. I hope you have found safety in Spain, Carla.” He said emotionlessly, actually understanding your fears. As he went back to his apartment which he did actually buy, he sighed and shut the door. 

As he dialed the only phone number he actually knew, he slid down the door and sat against it as the line rung. He closed his eyes and let his head hit the door. 

“Hey, you’ve reached Sam Wilson, Trauma counselor at the department of veterans affairs. Please leave a message and I will call you back when I’m free. Thanks!”

“Sam, It’s done. She- She’s crossed off the list.” 

~~~~~~~

Hours had passed by the time you could even speak. “How could he have found us?” You ask as you bounce Clarrise in your arms. The sleeping little girl in your arms was clueless to your question, hopefully dreaming of running free and not in hiding anymore. “My god, maybe it would be good to have protection…” 

You were talking to Clarrise as if she understood, but you knew she didn’t. You give her head a small kiss, looking in the direction of the coffee table in the middle of your small living room. An index card sat on the corner, scribbled on it was a phone number and a sloppy “107” on the bottom. You knew who this was from. 

You sighed and sat on the couch, cuddling your baby close to your chest, clutching her as if she would disappear. Staring at the piece of paper in your hands you contemplate calling him, contemplating on apologizing. Apologizing on your fathers behalf. 

Before you could stop yourself, you reached for your phone and dialed the number. 

~~~~~~~

Bucky jumped at the ring of his cell phone. He instantly recognized the number from the witness protection program website. 

“Hello?”

You took a few seconds before talking. “I know you know who this is. I’m making dinner a-and was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Bucky was taken a back by the sudden invitation, “Oh, sure I would love to. What time should I be there?” 

Responding rather quickly, you said, “Now?”

Before he could say anything, you had hung up and began making dinner. Boiling water for the noodles, opening up some seasonings you had just bought and putting the bread in the oven, you were ready for James. 

He knocked on your door and you put Clarrise in her bassinet in the living room, keeping an eye on her as you cooked. As you opened the door, you smiled softly at James. Instead of fearing him, you wrap your arms around him. He freezes, not yet used to such a gentle gesture from someone. 

As you sigh into him, he returns the hug and softly wraps his arms around you too. “Im so sorry James. Im sorry for everything my father did to you…” You know you shouldn’t have to apologize, but you can’t help but feel obligated knowing what James went through. 

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. It was and never will be your fault. Do you understand me?” James said, giving you a soft squeeze. 

You nod silently in response, and you gently pull away; tears falling from your eyes. Out of instinct, he cups your cheek and tenderly wipes the tears from your cheeks.

You lean into his benevolent touch and look up at him, a sense of security falling over yourself. Even though you knew him as the winter soldier, you knew you were safe with James. You knew that Clarrise was his child as well, and that she was safe with James. 

Gently reaching for his hand, you lead him into your home. He shuts the door behind him, and smiles as you walk to the kitchen continuing your work making dinner. You pause and look over at Clarrise who is now wide awake. 

“Do you want to meet her?” You ask, noticing James looking over at the babbling baby. 

He nods with a smile, subconsciously knowing that Clarrise is his child. As you approach the bassinet, you smile down at her. “Hi sweetheart, are you awake?” You ask in a small voice, smiling as she smiles back up at you. Picking her up, you hold her against your chest, looking to James with a smile. 

“I named her Clarrise, after my mother. Do you want to give her a middle name?” You ask, subconsciously accepting that he is her father. He looked to you and tilted his head. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to force himself into the life you and Clarrise already have. You nod and wait for him to give an answer. “What about Sarah? After my sister?” 

Your ears perked at the word ‘sister,’ “You have a sister?” You ask with smile. 

“I had a sister. She um, she passed away a couple years ago. But she was sweet, and I think that it would be perfect for this sweet girl as well.” You smile at his suggestion and nod in approval. 

“Clarrise Sarah Barnes.” You utter, gently handing James your baby girl. “It’s ok, you won’t hurt her, I know you won’t.” Looking up at him, you can see the hesitation in his eyes. As he takes Clarrise in his arms, the connection is clear between them. A father-daughter bond that no one can just create. She was his.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mother.” He subtly compliments you, himself falling for you. This time in the form of true love, not forced love. You feel your cheeks heat up, a shy smile pulling at your lips. 

“She has her fathers eyes,” You point out Clarrise's blue eyes, still slightly forming as she grows. “And his bravery.” Adding onto her attribute, you look at James face as he interacts with the baby. 

Thinking of his preposition, you say to him, “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little protection. I-it would be nice to not feel so scared going out. Clarrise I bet would love to have her father around as well.” 

You anxiously wait for James’s reaction, hoping he doesn’t think you are moving to fast. Relief flooded your system as he nods. “I promise you, no one will hurt you. Not anymore.” He says, turning his head back to you. “I promise, Carla.”

You shake your head, and wave your hand a little bit. “Y/n is fine. Im sick of being someone Im not.”

He chuckles softly. “Trust me, I get it.” You smile and you move next to him, leaning on his strong bicep as you both look down at your beautiful baby girl. 

“James?”

“Yes, Y/n?” 

You pause.

You smile as he transfers Clarrise back into your arms. She has fallen asleep again, so you put her back in her bassinet. With the knowledge that both of her parents looking down at her, it makes you feel secure and safe. 

You turn to Bucky and look up at him, your hands coming to meet his cheeks. The proximity of the both of you made your heart beat quicker, and your mind blank. You did what you felt was right and leaned forward, connecting your lips with his. His hands hold your waist gently, and he pulls you into him. You pull away breathlessly and he kisses your temple. You move your arms around his torso, and he holds you in an embrace, his chin resting on your head.

"I’d like you to stay. Please.” You answer, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth as you feel him nod his head. 

“Of course, princess, of course.” He cradles the back of your head in his large hand and kisses your forehead once again. He may have hurt you in the past, but he’s gained a little bit of your trust. He showed you that he is sorry, and you understand that it was not his fault. In this new chapter of your life, you know you will make it far.

And so will your baby girl. 

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

The Truth Is Out » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader (soon to be husband and wife) with daughter Jamie and the Avengers

Summary: Bucky finally finds out the truth about why you left HYDRA and he also finds out he’s the father of your 5 year old daughter.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and a little bit of Angst, language, mentions of sex (18+), mentions of HYDRA, flashbacks, crying, kissing, nicknames/pet names

A/N: Italic text is flashbacks.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Y/L/N, the Winter Soldier is in the lab and he needs to be stitched up.” Alexander Pierce tells you.

You nodded and got the supplies you needed to stitch up the Winter Soldier. The door was closed and locked the second you walked in the lab, making you furrow your eyebrows and turn your head towards the door. You shrugged it off and got the set supplies up.

“I’m Y/N. I’ll be taking care of your injuries. Can you tell me your name?” You asked him.

The Winter Soldier furrowed his eyebrows and blinked a couple times, trying to remember his own name.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but my nickname is Bucky I think.” He tells you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You say with a smile.

You woke up to the feeling of your 5 year old daughter, Jamie, jumping on your bed to wake you up. You smiled and sat up. You pulled her onto your lap and gave her kisses, making her burst into a fit of giggles.

“Let’s get ready for the day. Pick out your outfit.” You say.

“Ok, mommy.” Jamie says.

You gently put her on the floor and she ran to her closet to pick out an outfit while you got dressed. Jamie came running out of the closet and held up the outfit she wants to wear today.

“Go choice, baby girl.” You tell her.

Jamie got dressed and then ran back to her closet to get her favorite sneakers. You helped her put them on and tie them.

“Are you hungry?” You asked her.

Jamie nodded her head yes.

“What would you like for breakfast?” You asked.

“Umm…” She thought for a moment. “Donuts!” She says excitedly.

Donuts are Jamie’s favorite food. She held your hand as the two of you got on the elevator and went to the main floor of the Avengers Compound. You stopped in your tracks when you seen someone from your past talking to Steve. James Buchanan Barnes, the now former Winter Soldier. You haven’t seen him in 5 years. Bucky made eye contact with you. You shook your head to snap yourself out of your thoughts.

“Y/N, wait a second.” Steve stops you from walking out of the door. “This is my friend Bucky. He’s new here.” Steve introduces you and Bucky.

“We uhh- we know each other.” You say.

“Really? How?” Steve asks.

“She was a nurse for HYDRA.” Bucky tells him, not taking his eyes off of you.

There was an awkward silence and then Jamie yanked on your hand to get your attention.

“Is he your friend, mommy?” Jamie asks curiously, looking up at you.

Bucky looked down at your little girl with wide eyes when he heard her voice.

“Yes.” You answered.

Jamie let go of your hand and walked up to Bucky.

“I’m Jamie. What’s your name?” She asks.

“Bucky.” He tells her, looking down at her.

“Let’s not bother Bucky, Jamie.” You picked her up. “Let’s go get some donuts.” You say.

Bucky watched you walk out of the door with Jamie in your arms. He was in complete shock. He didn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to fake injuries to see me, Bucky.” You say with a giggle.

“Who says I’m faking?” Bucky says in a flirtatious tone.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you continued to patch him up.

“Did you just rolled your eyes at me?” He asks.

“So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

“I might have to kiss you for that.” He says, his voice low.

“What’s stopping you, soldier?” You asked with a grin.

Bucky leaned forward and kissed you. The kiss took your breath away.

“Bucky?” Steve waves his hand in front of Bucky’s face to snap him out of his thoughts.

“What?” Bucky asks, blinking a couple times.

“Are you ok?” Steve asks. “You zoned out for a couple minutes.” He says.

“Yea, I’m fine.” Bucky says.

You were the only thing on Bucky’s mind for the rest of the day. He had so many questions to ask you. He was happy to see you and happy that you’re alive. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the small footsteps of your daughter, running into the lounge room. Jamie smiles when she seen Bucky. She climbs up onto the couch next to him.

“Hi, Bucky!” She says.

“Hi, Jamie.” Bucky says.

“How do you know my mommy?” She asks curiously.

“We used to work together.” He tells her.

“Where did you guys work?” She asks.

“Your mommy was a nurse and she would patch me up when I got hurt.” He tells her.

Jamie managed to make conversation with Bucky before you walked in the lounge room. You stopped in the doorway when you seen the two of them talking.

“Jamie, it’s almost time for bed. Go to your room and put your pajamas on and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You say.

“Ok, mommy.” Jamie carefully slid off the couch. “Goodnight, Bucky.” She says with a smile.

“Goodnight, Jamie.” Bucky says, smiling back at her.

You and Bucky were left in silence for a few seconds before you walked out of the room to Jamie’s bedroom to see her already in her pajamas and choosing a bedtime story for you to read to her. She found one and handed it to her. You tucked her in before taking a seat in the chair next to her bed and read the story. About halfway through the book, you glanced at Jamie to see her sound asleep. You closed the book and put it on her bookshelf. You gave her a kiss on her forehead and turned on her nightlight before leaving her room and closed the door behind you. You went to your own room and got ready for bed. You laid in bed for a while, lost in your own thoughts before falling asleep. Bucky was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, also lost in his thoughts. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes to try to get some sleep.

The next morning, Bucky walks in the kitchen to see Jamie eating her breakfast at the table. He didn’t want to disturb her so he walked past her and got some coffee. Jamie looked up from her food, smiling widely when she seen Bucky.

“Morning, Bucky!” Jamie says cheerfully.

“Morning, Jamie.” Bucky says, giving her a smile.

“Sit with me!” She says excitedly, pointing at the empty chair next to her.

Bucky hesitated for a second before taking a seat next to her.

“Where’s your mommy?” He asks her.

“In the hall. She got a call and told me to wait here like a big girl.” She tells him and goes back to eating her breakfast.

You froze when you walked back in the dining room when you seen Bucky sitting next to Jamie, not that you have a problem with it. You just didn’t hear Bucky in the kitchen when you were on the phone.

“Can I be done, mommy?” Jamie snaps you out of your frozen state. “Can I play on my iPad please?” She asks politely.

“Yes you can.” You answered.

Jamie carefully got off of the chair and ran to her bedroom to get her iPad. You grabbed her plate and went to the sink to clean it.

“She has your beauty.” Bucky says, putting the coffee cup in the sink.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“I said, Jamie has your beauty.” He repeats.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

You quickly dried your hands and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Bucky alone. You walked down the hall to the conference room and sat down in one of the chairs, slouching in it and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Are you ok?” Natasha asks you.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You say, lying through your teeth.

Natasha and Wanda could tell you were lying. You know better than to lie around them, especially Wanda.

“You know I can read minds, right?” Wanda reminds you. “So tell us what’s on your mind.” She says.

“Fine.” You gave in. “Can you two keep a secret?” You asked.

They nodded, waiting for you to tell them what’s on your mind.

“Remember when I told everyone that I didn’t know who Jamie’s dad is?” You asked.

They nodded again.

“I lied. I know who her dad is.” You say.

“Who is he?” Natasha asks.

“Steve’s best friend Bucky.” You say quietly, making sure no one else heard you.

They stared at you with shocked looks on their faces.

“Are you sure he’s Jamie’s dad?” Wanda asks.

“Yes.” You answered. “He’s the only guy I’ve slept with.” You say.

Meanwhile, Bucky was lost in his thoughts. He was wondering why you left the kitchen in such a hurry. It’s almost like you’re trying to avoid him. He’s not sure what it is, but whatever it is, he’s going to figure out what it is.

Later that day, Bucky found you in the lounge room watching TV by yourself. He walked in the room and sat down next to you.

“Are you avoiding me?” Bucky asks.

“No.” You lied. “Why would I be avoiding you?” You asked.

“Cause you’re barely talking to me. We used to talk all the time a few years ago, but now we’re like complete strangers.” He says.

You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Bucky just scoffed when you didn’t say anything.

“That explains why you left me.” He says, standing up.

“I didn’t leave you.” You say, standing up too.

“Then explain why you left without telling me.” He says.

You stood there in silence while Bucky was waiting for an answer. He walked out of the room when you didn’t say anything. You followed him down the hall.

“Bucky, wait!” You grabbed his arm. “Let me explain please!” You begged.

“Then explain.” He says.

There was no way of getting out of this conversation so you might as well tell him the truth.

“HYDRA threw me out.” You say.

“What do you mean they threw you out?” Bucky asks.

“They fired me when they found out about our secret relationship.” You tell him.

You remember that day very well…

You were approached by Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow. You were too busy working that you didn’t even know that they were behind you.

“Is there any reason why the Winter Soldier isn’t doing as well as on missions and training like he used to?” Pierce asks you.

“I-I don’t know.” You lied. “Could it be the serum?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t know anything.

Brock yanked you up from the chair and turned you around so you were facing Pierce. His hands held your upper arms tightly, holding you in place. Pierce examined your facial expressions. He knew you were lying and he wanted answers. He’ll get those answers out of you one way or another.

“I’m going to ask you again.” He walked closer to you. “Why isn’t the Winter Soldier doing well on his missions?” He asks again.

“I-I don’t know.” You lied again.

Pierce chuckles to himself and smacked you across your face, making whimper in pain and leaving a red mark on your cheek.

“We could’ve avoided the consequences if you had just told me the truth, but it looks like we’re doing this the hard way.” He says.

“I am telling you the truth.” You lied again.

He smacked you again.

“I see your lips moving, but I don’t hear you telling the truth.” He says.

It took everything in you to not say anything about your secret relationship with the Winter Soldier, but you knew if you didn’t say anything soon, you’d be beaten bloody or possibly dead.

“We’re together!” You blurted out, unable to take the beating anymore. “We’re in a relationship!” You tell him.

“Get rid of her.” Pierce says to Rumlow.

You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed your hands over your face as you came back to reality. Your eyes started to water. Bucky didn’t know what to think. He wasn’t sure if he should be mad at you or hug you. For the sake of starting an argument, he walked away to clear his mind. You let out a shaky breath and a couple tears rolled down your cheeks.

Over the next couple weeks, Bucky has been avoiding you. Also, the Avengers have been gossiping about you and Bucky amongst each other without the two of you knowing. Everyone goes quiet when the two of you walk in a room.

“Are we not going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Tony says.

“What elephant?” Steve asks.

“Y/N and Barnes.” Clint says.

“Also, her daughter looks like him.” Sam says.

Wanda and Natasha sat in silence while the guys talked. They knew the truth about Bucky being Jamie’s biological dad, but Bucky and everyone else didn’t.

“Hey guy!” Everyone went quiet when you walked in the room. “What’re you guys talking about?” You asked.

“You and Barnes.” Tony says.

“What about me and Bucky?” You asked with wide eyes.

“You and him look very friendly and I mean very friendly.” He says with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say a little too fast.

“You sure?” He asks.

You opened your mouth and then closed it when Bucky walked in the room.

“Why’s it so quiet in here?” Bucky asks, looking around the room at everyone.

“No reason.” You said a little too fast, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“We’re going to leave the two of you alone.” Steve says.

Everyone left the room, leaving you and Bucky alone. The awkward silence faded away when Jamie ran in the room, stopping in front of you.

“I finished my lunch, mommy. Can I watch cartoons please?” Jamie asks politely.

“Yes you can.” You say with a smile.

Jamie smiled and ran out of the room, leaving you and Bucky along once again. Awkward silence filled the room again. Bucky couldn’t take any more of the awkward silence so he just left the room. He wasn’t too far down the hall from the conference room when his enhanced hearing picked up what the Avengers were talking about.

“Is it a possibility that Barnes could be Jamie’s dad?” Natasha asks, pretending like you didn’t tell her and Wanda about it earlier.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Steve answers.

“There’s no “I don’t know” or “Maybe” about it. Jamie clearly looks a like Bucky.” Sam says.

“Maybe Y/N isn’t ready to tell him or she doesn’t know how to tell him.” Wanda says.

“He has a right to know if Jamie is his daughter.” Clint says.

Bucky was frozen in place and his eyes went wide. He didn’t know what to think. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. The only thing on his mind is that he’s a dad. He’s happy about it, but he’s pissed that you never told him. Bucky opened his eyes and immediately went back to the room you’re in. You looked up from your phone when you heard Bucky’s footsteps enter the room.

“I’ve known you for a long time, but I didn’t know you were this fucking selfish.” Bucky says.

“One, I’m not selfish.” You stood up from the chair you were sitting on. “And two, I’m a lot of things, but selfish isn’t one of them.” You say.

You tried to walk past him, but Bucky grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up at him. His eyes were filled with anger.

“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but let go of me!” You say, raising your voice at him.

“You’re not leaving this room until I get answers.” He lets go of your arm. “Sit.” He says, pointing at the chair.

You stared at him for a few seconds before sitting down. He sat down on the chair in front of me.

“How old is Jamie?” Bucky asks.

“5.” You answered.

Bucky took a moment to do the math in his head. 5 years ago, you and Bucky had a sexual encounter when he was the Winter Soldier.

“Was this when I- he took your virginity?” He asks, referring to the Winter Soldier.

“Yes.” You say quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“When did you find out you were pregnant?” He asks.

“Shortly after the Avengers took me in.” You say.

That’s enough for Bucky to know that he’s Jamie’s biological father. He slouches back in the chair and rubs his hands over his face.

“So it’s true.” He sighs. “I’m Jamie’s dad.” Bucky says, looking you in the eye.

“How- How did you find that out?” You asked with wide eyes.

“Did you forget that I have enhanced hearing?” He asks sarcastically. “I heard the Avengers talking about me possibly being Jamie’s biological father.” He tells you. “Is it true or not? Am I Jamie’s biological father?” He asks.

“Yes.” You answered.

Bucky scoffs and stood up, walking towards the door, making your eyes go wide.

“Wait!” You quickly jumped up from the chair. “What are you going?” You asked, following him.

“To tell my daughter that I’m her dad.” He says.

“Wait, please!” You pleaded.

“She has a right to know that I’m her dad, Y/N.” He says.

“I know. Just let me talk to her first.” You say, trying to reason with him.

“Fine, but I’m in the room.” He says.

You nodded in agreement. You and Bucky went to the lounge room where Jamie was watching cartoons.

“Jamie, sweetie?” You say.

“Yes, mommy?” Jamie asks, looking at you.

“Mommy has something important to tell you.” You say.

You shut the TV off and sat down on the couch next to her. Jamie turned around so you had her full attention.

“Remember that one time you asked me who your daddy is?” You asked.

Jamie nodded, waiting for you to continue.

“Well umm… I know who he is.” You say.

“Who is he?” She asked curiously.

You looked at Bucky and back to Jamie before answering.

“Bucky is your daddy.” You tell her.

Jamie stared at you for a moment before sliding off of the couch and walked up to Bucky, stopping in front of him and stared up at him.

“You’re my daddy?” Jamie asks him.

Bucky looked from Jamie to you. You nodded, giving him the ok before crouching down to her height.

“Yes I am.” Bucky confirms with a smile.

She wrapped her little arms around his neck, giving him a hug. Bucky immediately hugged her back. A smile grew on your face as you continued to watch the cute father daughter scene happening in front of you.

“I’ll give you two time to get to know each other.” You say, standing up and walking out of the room.

You decided it was a good idea for them to have some father daughter time. You went straight to your bedroom. As soon as you closed your bedroom door, you broke down in tears. You felt horrible for not telling Bucky and Jamie that they’re father and daughter sooner.

After your little moment, you used work to distract yourself from feeling like a horrible person. You were about halfway through what you were working on when you heard giggling coming from the hall and coming into the conference room where you are. You looked up from your work to see Jamie and Bucky.

“Mommy!” Jamie says excitedly.

“There’s my baby girl!” You cooed as she climbed onto your lap. “Did you have fun with Bucky- daddy?” You asked, correcting yourself.

“So much fun!” She nodded. “We went to the park and got ice cream and oh! We fed the duckies!” She tells you.

“That sounds great sweetie. I’m happy you two had fun.” You say, looking from her to Bucky.

Jamie yawned and laid her head against your shoulder.

“You tired, munchkin?” Bucky asks her.

Jamie nodded and held her arms out towards him, wanting her daddy to pick her up. Bucky carefully picked her up from your lap and carried her to her bedroom with you following behind them without him knowing. You watched from the doorway as he tucked her into bed and read her a bedtime story. You smiled to yourself, seeing how amazing he is with her. Jamie fell asleep halfway through the story. Bucky put the book on her nightstand and gave her a kiss on her forehead. He turned around, rolling his eyes when he seen you standing in the doorway. You took a couple steps back so he could walk out and close the door behind him.

“Now you don’t trust me alone with my own daughter.” Bucky says with a scoff.

“That’s not the reason why I was watching you, Bucky.” You say.

“What’s the reason?” He asks. “You were standing in the doorway and watching me like I was going to take Jamie and leave.” He says.

You scoffed and shook your head before walking away. Bucky tilted his head back and groaned before walking towards you and grabbing your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you of that.” He apologizes. “It’s just-” He sighs. “I have a lot to make up for from the past 5 years with Jamie and you.” He says.

“You have nothing to make up to with me. You should be making it up to Jamie.” You say.

“Yes I do.” He says.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You and Bucky were looking in each other’s eyes. Bucky’s right hand cupped your cheek, caressing it. He slowly leaned in, kissing you passionately. You forgot how soft his lips are. Your hands grasped his shirt, clutching the fabric in your hands. Bucky put his vibranium hand on your waist and carefully backed you up towards the wall. You quickly melted into his touch.

“Mhmm, sorry.” Bucky says breathlessly, pulling away from your lips.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked breathlessly.

You tugged on his shirt, pulling back in for a kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his just like that use to. Your mind began to wander to the last time you and him kissed. You and Bucky were so lost in the kiss that you two almost forgot your daughter was sleeping in a bedroom in the same hallway as you two.

“Wait, stop…” You pulled away from his lips, leaving both of you breathless. “We- We should take this slower.” You say.

“You’re right. We should.” Bucky says.

You and Bucky gazed in each other’s eyes for a moment before going to your own bedrooms.

“One more thing…” You turned around and so did Bucky. “Jamie has your last name and her middle name is Rebecca. I thought you should know that.” You tell him.

“You- You named her after me and my sister?” Bucky asks, getting a little emotional.

“Yes. I thought you deserved it.” You say with a smile.

Bucky approached you and hugged you tightly. You hugged him back.

“Thank you.” He says in almost a whisper.

“You’re welcome.” You say softly.

You two separated and went to your own rooms. For once in your life, you felt like a weight has been lifted and you also felt relieved. Bucky on the other hand, is beyond grateful for his daughter and you. He does wish that he found out about Jamie sooner, but he’s glad that he knows about her now. He hopes that you and him can move forward for the sake of yours and his daughter.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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Can I request of Jack is clinging on Y/n like koala. Like when Bucky try to pry him off of her but he said “No! I’m staying with mommy and protect her!”

Jack's clingy behavior was out of character for him. The majority of the time, he was such a sweet boy who could entertain himself. Bucky knew what was going on with him, though.

He knew this was coming from the last mission that led you to be gone for over a month. Bucky himself grew anxious when your communication got more and more limited with each day you were gone. He worried about how long it would be before you returned home, especially when Jack soon realized you weren't there yet. As the days went by, he would wail for you. It was a heartbreaking experience for Bucky, but he did what he could to bear it for Jack's sake.

Eventually, you returned home to your boys. As a result, Jack has refused to leave your side. He never left you alone and even lost interest in the things he used to love like his favorite toys and play fighting with Bucky. Every night since you got home, he refused to stay in his room and slept in between you and Bucky.

"Mama!" Jack squealed as he reached out to grab a hold of your leg.

You couldn't help but feel a maternal tug on your heart. Then when Bucky decided to try to pry him off you and Jack replied with a "No!", you practically teared up.

You and Bucky always knew you had to do whatever it took to protect your son. Perhaps he felt he needed to do what he could to protect you and make sure you were there, safe with him.

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My Little Love

Chapter 40

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

word count: 7.2K

Warnings: Fluff city baby, happy tears, Henry and Charlotte being cuties

A/N: My lovely people we have made it to the wedding and Chapter 40.. isn't that insane??????? I thought this series would be at least 20-25 chapters tops. So to make such an important event we have the wedding chapter. I really hope you guys like it. I researched wedding ceremonies and everything hahahahah

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“Mama no mo seeping.” Charlotte whispered in her usual sing-songy way. “We gets mawwied today.” 

You knew she was standing right in front of you on the edge of the bed. But you opened one eye and took a peek at her smiling face before groaning and turning around. Lottie giggles before climbing on the bed and over you. Her foot slips on the bedsheet and she falls with a soft ‘oof’.

“Mama no mo seeping.” 

“Just five more minutes.” You mumble while covering her with the blanket and pulling her in. Lottie is all giggles as she wiggles her way out of your hold. 

“Wake up mama.” 

“Ok, ok. I’m up.” You sit up as Lottie straddles your thighs and leans into your chest for a hug. “Good morning my sweet Angel. Are you ready to be the cutest flower girl ever?” 

“Mmhmm. Gonna do the bestest job.” 

“That’s my girl. Let’s get ready for the morning.” You give Lottie a big hug and some kisses on her cheek before you head into the bathroom. 

You can’t wipe the smile off your face. It’s your wedding day and you’re so excited. When you get downstairs Nat, Wanda and Sofia are dressed comfortably and ready to go. They all have matching shirts that say ‘I do crew’. Nat held up a white shirt for you that said ‘bride or die’ and you couldn’t help but laugh as you put it on. 

“I’M GETTING MARRIED TODAY.” You screamed as you all jumped for joy. 

“Ok, we have to go or we’ll be late.” Wanda starts pushing you towards the door. “Sam already told me the guys were getting ready to leave.” 

“We have everything packed, all you have to do is get your butt in the car, Mrs. Barnes.” 

Your smile gets bigger when Sofia calls you Mrs. Barnes. All this giddiness has you floating on air. 

“One more thing.” Wanda stops you and hands you a pair of white heart shaped glasses that have been bejeweled. The top of the glasses say ‘wife of the party’. Lottie is wearing flower shaped glasses that say ‘flower girl’ and her name. Each of the bridesmaids have matching bejeweled glasses as well. 

“Now we can go.” 

The drive to the venue is fast, but that’s what happens with Nat at the wheel. You have music on blast and you’re singing along without a care in the world. Everything starts to feel more real as you stop in front of the mansion. 

“Alright, now let’s get you married.” 

As soon as you open the car door Olivia is waiting for you. She has a clipboard and a headset as she gives you an initial report. Everything was going according to plan. The photographer and videographer are also there waiting for you to get started, their partners are already off with Bucky and the guys. 

Olivia ushers you in and up to the room where you’ll be getting ready. Lottie is a little ball of excitement as she chatters happily about how she can’t wait to wear her dress and look like a princess. When you get to your room it’s already set up with breakfast and the hair and makeup stylists are ready to go. You all change into robes so it’s easier to get dressed later.

“Who’s going first?” The makeup stylist asks with a smile. 

“I will.” Sofia says as she walks out of the bathroom in a blue bathrobe. 

“Ok ladies, let’s get this party started.” 

There’s more music as you chat with Nat. Lottie plays with some toys you had packed the night before. You all watch as Sofia gets her makeup done and Wanda gets her hair done. Everything is according to plan, the day is beautiful and you couldn’t be happier. 

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Steve sits on the couch in the room the groomsmen are all getting ready in. It’s just on the other side of the mansion. 

“Yes, I want to look my best.” 

“But she loves the look.” Sam adds as he joins Steve. “As best man I advise against it.” 

Bucky looks at himself in the mirror and sighs. “I’m sure.” 

“Do I have to do that too?” Henry asks.

“Not at all.” 

“Ok.” 

While Bucky gets a haircut and cleans up his beard the rest of the guys sit around and relax. Clint gave Bucky advice while Steve, Sam and Joshua joked around. Bucky was the most relaxed he’d ever been. He knew you were down the hallway getting ready too. Excitement bubbled in his chest the closer it got to the actual ceremony. 

“Gentlemen, you should start getting dressed.” Olivia says as she walks in. “We will be starting to get some group photographs soon.”

Everyone started gathering their clothing while Olivia walked up to Bucky. 

“Are you ready for today?” She asks with a smile.

“More than ready. Could you do me a favor though?” 

“Of course.” 

“Could you give this,” Bucky pulls out a small black velvet box from his bag and gives it to Olivia. “To Y/N?” 

“Interesting, she asked me if I could give you this.” Olivia gives Bucky a box too. 

“Thanks.” 

“You have 45 minutes gentlemen.” Olivia calls out before leaving. 

Bucky looks down at the box, curious as to what it could be that you have given him. He takes the top off to find a vintage watch but it’s the note underneath that gets his attention. It’s a simple ‘for your eyes only’ scribbled in your handwriting. Bucky looks around before pulling out the other gift you’d sent him. 

His jaw dropped when he saw the polaroids you’d sent him. You were in several different stages of undress. Bucky had to look around again to make sure no one would sneak up on him. He flipped through what you had sent him until he got to his favorite. You were dressed in red lacy lingerie and the jacket of his military uniform from the 40s. 

Bucky couldn’t wait until he got you alone.

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“Your love has sent you this.” Olivia gives you a black velvet box. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Now ladies please start getting dressed, there's only 45 minutes left before you are needed downstairs.”

You were sitting and getting the last touch up on your hair when you decided to open the gift Bucky sent you. It’s a beautiful gold bracelet. By the looks of it, it’s been well loved. There’s a simple note in his handwriting, explaining that it used to belong to his mother. That she wore it on her wedding day and so did his sisters. Now that you were becoming a Barnes, the bracelet was yours and one day you would pass it down to Charlotte. He also told you there was no pressure in you wearing it, he just wanted you to have it. 

“Mrs. Barnes, are you ready to get dressed?” Sofia called out. When you looked up she was holding the garment bag your dress was in. 

“I’m more than ready.” 

The guests had arrived. Everyone was moving through the venue to the garden. The wedding party was dressed to perfection. You were nervous but excited.

 In one of the many large rooms Eddie stood in the middle. At the direction of the photographer he had his back turned to the entrance. You walked in and stood just behind him. 

“Ok dad, turn around.” The photographer instructed while taking many photographs. Eddie did as he was told. 

“Oh wow.” Eddie choked out when he saw you in your wedding dress. His eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked at you. He had to take a deep breath before he could say a word. “You look beautiful, kitten.” 

“Thanks dad.” 

He held his hands out for you and you two stood there for a moment, enjoying each other’s comforting presence before Eddie pulled you in for a hug. You were both smiles, completely forgetting the presence of anyone else in the room. 

“I can’t believe my little girl is getting married.” He murmurs, trying his best to not cry. 

“Me either.”

“You’re happy right?” 

“So happy, dad.” You say while wiping away a stray tear from his cheek. 

“That’s all I want for you.” 

“Me too.” 

Olivia walks in, telling you that Henry is just out in the hallway. She gives you a moment before she lets him in. 

“Wow mama, you look so beautiful. Like a princess.” Henry says as he gives you a hug. 

“Thank you my sweet boy. You look so handsome. Are you ready for today?” 

“I’m a little nervous but I think I can do it.” 

You smile down at him. “You’re so brave bubs. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Bubba!” Lottie calls out excitedly. They hadn't seen each other since the night before so they were more than happy to reunite. 

“Hi baby. You look like a princess too.” 

“Thank you bubba. You wook so nice.” Lottie compliments her brother as they hug. 

“Alright everyone, places. We are starting in just a few minutes. Charlotte here is your basket full of flowers. Henry, here are the rings.” Olive gives them each what they’ll be taking down the aisle.

“Ready?” Eddie walks up next to you and offers you his arm. 

“More than anything.” 

He escorts you down the hallway where you can see the wedding party. The groomsmen hoop and holler as they see you walking down. 

“Damn Y/N, you look amazing.” Clint says with a cheeky smile. 

“Thank you Clint.” 

“Places everyone.” Olivia says as she walks up. There are assistants moving around while you wait to walk down the aisle. 

The music starts and you feel the butterflies in your tummy. You watch as Sofia and Joshua walk out first. Then it’s Wanda and Clint. After them it’s Nat. At the door Henry hesitates as all eyes fall on him. He starts to become invisible before he turns to look at you. 

“It’s ok sweet boy.” You tell him. “Do you want to walk out with Lottie?” 

“Yeah we can do it.” Lottie is already moving to stand beside her brother. 

You watch as Henry takes a deep breath. “I can do it.” 

You smile at him. He turns back around and takes a few tentative steps outside. You can’t see him anymore but you’re confident that he’s doing ok. 

Henry keeps his eyes on Bucky who is giving him an encouraging smile. With every step he takes, Henry feels more comfortable. When he gets to the front Bucky gives him a hug and the groomsmen give him pats on the back. 

Lottie smiles at you before she walks out of the double doors. She takes a few petals and tosses them in the air with a flourish. She’s all smiles until she gets halfway down the aisle. When Lottie looks up she sees Steve and Bucky and she couldn’t be more excited.

“Hi daddy. Hi Steebie.” She yells from her spot. “Wook at my dwess.” 

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says with an easy smile and tears in his eyes. 

“Steebie you wike my dwess?” 

Her innocent questions had the guest laughing.

“Of course I do. You look beautiful, sweetheart.” 

Lottie giggles before she starts throwing more flower petals around and waving at the guests. When she finally gets to the front she walks straight up to Bucky and they hug. 

“You did great, Doll.” 

“Tank you daddy.” 

“Now we get to see mama walk out here.” 

“Kay.”

At the back you laugh as Olivia tells you what’s happening. 

“That girl is a riot.” Eddie comments.

“You know she didn’t let Bucky see her dress because she said it was bad luck.”

Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. 

“Ok, you’re next.” Olivia comments with a smile. “Here is your bouquet.”

You take the flowers and wait for the music to change. Eddie places a hand over yours on his arm. The smile he gives you is warm and soft and you can’t help but give him one back. 

“Hey guys.”

You heard Wanda’s voice in your head. 

“Wanda?” You thought, not knowing Bucky was doing the same.

“Yes, I’m talking to both of you at the same time.”

“Is something wrong?” Bucky asked as he looked over at Wanda standing just behind Nat.

“Nothing is wrong. Do you remember the day that Charlotte started walking? She had a vision that day.”

“Yes.” You both think in unison.

“She saw you getting married. In fact her vision was this exact moment.” Wanda says and you can hear the smile in her voice. “You were always meant to be together.” 

Bucky had been fighting back tears but this revelation breaks his resolve as the music changes.

You take the first step towards the rest of your life. The garden is decorated beautifully. Flowers in different hues of blue with pops of white line the aisle. Vases in different shapes and sizes fill the space as well. The sun is shining brightly, there is not a single cloud in the sky. As you get to the top of the aisle all the guests stand. 

Your eyes immediately fall on Bucky. He’s smiling and shedding tears freely. You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest the closer you get to him. Out of the corner of your eyes you see your friends and family looking at you lovingly. 

This feels like the longest and the shortest walk at the same time. 

“Edward, do you support the marriage between Y/N and James today?” Steve asks.

“I do.” 

Bucky steps forward and shakes Eddie’s hand before the latter pulls him in for a hug. 

“You keep taking care of her for me like you have, son. And make her happy. That’s all I ask.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Eddie pulls back and turns to you. He’s on the brink of crying which makes you want to cry, but happy tears. Eddie gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and tells you how much he loves you before taking a seat. 

Bucky offers you his hand and you take it happily. He brings your hand up to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. As he pulls away Bucky notices that you’re wearing the bracelet that once belonged to his mother. He can’t help but run a finger over the gold bracelet.

“You look breathtaking, Sugar.” 

“You look so handsome. And you cut your hair.” You whisper as you look at him in his dark blue suit. Somehow it made his eyes pop even more. 

“You didn’t have to wear it.” Bucky says as he looks at the bracelet again.

“I wanted to wear it. Now she’s here in some way.” 

You smile at each other as you take your place in front of Steve. He sends a wink your way as he stands taller. Nat steps forward and takes your bouquet.

“Dear family and friends, don’t worry this isn’t a mission briefing.” Steve starts.  

You and Bucky as well as the guest laugh. 

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N.” Steve continues his speech. “If you’ve ever doubted the existence of soulmates I’d like you to take a moment and look at this man and woman standing before us. Two people that should have never met have come together against all odds. I believe that James and Y/N were made for each other and nothing could stand in their way. Not time or war or enemies. Maybe a little bit of stubbornness because they don’t like to listen to advice. But we’re here now so I guess it all worked itself out in the end.” 

You and Bucky smile at Steve as he continues.

“I’ve known Bucky since childhood. He’s been an extraordinary friend. He’s someone you want in your corner when things get tough. Bucky is a great example of what a good man is. He’s loyal to a fault and will always put the people he loves first.” 

Steve looks over at Buck with a smile before turning to you. 

“I’ve had the privilege of meeting Y/N shortly after waking up in this new world. She is one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met. Y/N doesn’t give up on people. When Bucky was able to join the team she was the first one there to welcome him. They are two of the most caring, loving and wonderful people I know. It’s been an honor to watch them go from strangers to friends to partners. They would do anything for each other. A love like that is not easy to find but definitely worth fighting for. And their closest friends and family have seen them fight for each other, for their family and for their love.” 

Bucky gently squeezes your hand. The two of you lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes as Steve transitions to the next part. 

“Do you James, take Y/N to be your wife? To live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold from this day forward as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Bucky replies immediately and then Steve turns to you.

“Do you Y/N, take James to be your husband? To live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold from this day forward as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” You reply just as quickly.

“James and Y/N have decided to write their own vows. James will go first.” 

You could see how nervous he was. Bucky takes a deep breath but looks into your eyes. 

“When I was younger I knew I wanted to be a husband and a father. When the war started that dream was ripped away from me. After I was saved I thought that I didn’t deserve those things. But then I met you, Y/N.” Bucky starts. You know that it’s not easy for him to talk about his emotions like this in front of so many people, which makes it so much more special. “I was still in a very dark place when I met you the night I arrived at the compound. You were caring and compassionate. From the first moment my heart was yours. It still amazes me that you love me the way you do.” 

You smile at him as he takes a moment to calm his nerves. 

“You always saw the best in me even when I was at my lowest. You didn’t think twice about stepping up and taking care of Charlotte when we first found her. Or risking your life to get Henry to safety. Seeing you become a mother to our kids has been the greatest gift. Being able to be by your side has been my biggest joy. I promise to work hard every day to be the man that you and our kids deserve. I promise to love you with all that I am and to protect you and our kids with my life. I love you more than words can express and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life by your side.” 

Both you and Bucky were blinking back tears by the time he was done. You even saw Steve get a bit teary eyed. 

“Y/N, you’re next.” 

“How am I supposed to follow that?” You ask no one in particular. Bucky chuckles and sends a wink your way. “I love you so much. Being with you has been the happiest I’ve ever been. I never thought that I’d find someone that would accept me completely until I met you. You make me feel safe and loved and seen. Being by your side as you stepped into the role of fatherhood has been the most special experience. I promise to be there for you in the good times and the bad. I promise to remind you how good you are even when you don’t think you are. I love you so much and I can’t wait to experience the rest of my life next to you.” 

Bucky couldn’t help the tear that rolled down his cheek. One you were quick to wipe away.

“Henry, please bring the rings forward.” Steve says. Henry steps up with one ring in hand and two small metal beads, one black and one gold. “A ring has no beginning and no end. It is two sides joined in an endless path. These rings represent your unconditional love and respect for one another. James, take the ring, place it on Y/N’s finger and repeat after me.”

Bucky takes the ring from Henry and slides it on your finger. He smiles when he sees the set he bought you complete. Then he repeats what Steve is saying.

“Y/N, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and forever.” 

“Y/N, now it’s your turn.” 

You turn to Henry and take the two small vibranium beads, one black and one gold. In your palm you manipulate them, creating an intricate design of gold within the black. On Bucky’s left hand, you make a small indentation. You place the ring on Bucky’s left finger and it falls perfectly into the groove you created and then you fuse it together. It had been Bucky’s idea that his ring should be incorporated into his finger. He never wanted to take it off. 

“James, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and forever.” 

You look up into his eyes. Both of you with smiles that were brighter than the sun. 

“By the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Steve announced proudly. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Bucky had been fighting the urge to pull you in for a kiss the moment you stood in front of him. Before Steve even finished the sentence he was already pulling you in by your waist. Neither of you can help but smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around his neck. The sound of your guests clapping and cheering fade as your lips meet in your first kiss as a married couple. It was familiar but different, new. Maybe it was just the excitement of finally getting married that made the kiss so much sweeter. The thought of spending your life next to Bucky and getting to see the kids grow up made you pull Bucky in just a little bit tighter. You didn’t want to let him go.

“Yay, we mawwied now!” Lottie announced loudly as she clapped. Her excitement had people chuckling and you and Bucky finally pulling away. 

“I’d like to present to you for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Barnes.” Steve said as music started playing. 

Nat gave you back your bouquet and you took Bucky’s arm. The two of you started walking back down the aisle. Eddie was in tears as he watched you walk by but so was Molly and Luke. Behind you, Henry escorted Lottie out. They were followed by the rest of the bridal party. 

“Congratulations.” Olivia says as you meet her just inside the hallway. “Come this way. I prepared a room just for the four of you so that you have some time together.” 

“Thank you.” 

Bucky opens the door for you. Inside there’s a couch and some refreshments. You sit as Bucky ushers Lottie and Henry in. 

“Would you like a drink, Mrs. Barnes?” Bucky smiles cheekily at you.

“I would love one Mr. Barnes.” You smile before turning to the kids. “Henry, I'm so proud of you, sweet boy.” 

“Thank you mama.” 

“And you did great my sweet angel.” 

“Tank you mama.” Lottie smiles before turning to look at Bucky as he hands you some champagne and hands the kids a plate with something to snack on, then something to drink. “Oh tank you daddy.” 

“You’re welcome, doll. You looked so beautiful, baby. Just like a princess.” 

Lottie giggled and hid her face behind her hands.

“And our sweet boy looks so handsome. Just like a prince.” You add with a smile.

Bucky sits next to you, holding his own glass of champagne. An arm rests on the back of the couch behind you and you lean into him. 

“Hi Sugar.” 

“Hi baby.” You lean up to give him a quick kiss. “We’re married.” You whisper against his lips. 

“You’re stuck with me now.” 

“I wouldn’t want anyone else.”  You raise your glass and Bucky does the same. Henry and Lottie, not wanting to be left out, raise their juice boxes to ‘clink’  them together with you and Bucky.

“To the Barnes family and our future.” 

You take a sip of champagne, cringing slightly at the taste. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t know, it tastes weird.” 

“It tastes fine to me.”

You just shrug. “It’s no big deal. We have something different picked out for the reception.” 

Bucky finishes his drink and takes yours as you lean against him. The kids are sharing their snacks and having their own conversation. You were sure this was heaven. 

“Did you look at your watch?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s great. I love it.” 

“You have to look at it again.” 

Bucky shifts and pulls up the sleeve of his suit and shirt to look down at the watch. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees a small ‘I do’ carved on the bezel, next to the time you’d both said those words. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Bucky says while still looking down at the watch. 

You smile while accepting another kiss from him. After about fifteen minutes of your alone time, Olivia knocks on the door to inform you that you’re needed for pictures. The four of you head out to meet the wedding party and your family. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mr. And Mrs. Barnes.” The DJ announces and all the guests cheer as you and Bucky walk hand in hand to the reception. 

The room was decorated beautifully. Just like the ceremony there were flowers and cases all over. Candles were lit along the tables and the lights above were very soft to give the room a romantic feel. Everything was perfect.

“The lovely couple will share their first dance as husband and wife.” 

Music slowly started to play once Bucky escorted you to the center of the dance floor. He pulls you by your waist and leaves his hands there. 

🎶 I met you in the dark, you lit me up.🎶

“I love this song.” You tell Bucky as he leads you around the dance floor.

🎶then you smiled over your shoulder. For a minute I was stone cold sober. I pulled you closer to my chest. 🎶

“And I love you.” Bucky whispers into your ear. You smile as he pushes you away and spins you before pulling you back.

🎶 and I’ll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye.🎶

As those lyrics ring out you and Bucky can’t help but turn your heads at the same time to find the kids. Henry and Charlotte are at the edge of the dance floor, both of them with bright smiles and stars in their eyes as they watch their parents dance. 

While you kept looking at the kids Bucky turned to look at you again. He was sure his heart was going to give out at any moment. There was just no way that he could be so happy, most of the time he thought he never deserved it. But you were always there to drive the doubt away. 

“I wanna live with you even when we’re ghosts.” He sings just for you. “‘Cause you were always there when I needed you most.” 

“I’m gonna love you ‘til my lungs give out. I promise ‘til death we part like in our vows.” You sang back. 

This time you couldn’t help the few tears that escaped. This was so much more than you could have ever dreamed of. 

🎶now everybody knows, that it just you and me until we’re gray and old. Just say you won’t let go.🎶 

The final notes of the song played as Bucky dipped you and then met you halfway to give you a sweet kiss. When he pulled you back up, his lips still connected to yours, the room filled with cheers and applause from your guests. You only pulled apart when you heard Henry and Lottie running across the hardwood floor towards you. 

The four of you move to your table and sit down. Dinner is served almost immediately and you enjoy your time next to your husband.

****

Bucky leads you around the room, making sure to stop at every table. His family, well your family now too, all congratulate you and wish you years of happiness. Bucky’s nieces and nephews start to call you aunt Y/N and you can’t help but giggle. 

You’re almost done with the tables so you head to the next one. 

“You look absolutely radiant.” Ramonda says with a huge smile on her face. She opens her arms, inviting you into a hug before moving on to Bucky. “I am so happy for both of you. May you have many wonderful years together.” 

“Thank you Ramonda.” 

“My second favorite white boy.” Shuri moves to stand right beside her mother.  “Congratulations to the happy couple.” 

“Second favorite?” Bucky looked offended.

“Of course. Henry has the top honor.” 

“It was a beautiful ceremony and we are honored that you invited us.” T’Challa congratulated both of you. “A gift from us.” He holds out an envelope out to you and you take it. “Please open it now.” 

Bucky looks over your shoulder as you read the note. “A house? In Wakanda?” You look up at T’Challa with wide eyes. 

“You are family now. We want you to have a place to come visit whenever you like.” 

“And it can always be expanded if the family grows.” Ramonda adds with a sly smile. 

“Thank you so much T’Challa.” You give him a quick hug. 

“Oh and we made sure to include a goat pen. I hear Charlotte loves goats.” 

“We might have to move to Wakanda permanently when she finds out about the goats.” 

You chuckle because you can already imagine her trying to sneak goats into her bed or her sneaking out to play with them. After a few minutes of conversation you move on to the last table. Tony, Pepper, Bruce, Duckie, Thor and Loki are all sitting together. You go around the table greeting everyone before heading back to your own table. 

****

The speeches had started. Sam was currently speaking and he had everyone in stitches. As the crowd quiets down he turns to Bucky. 

“In all honesty I was surprised but touched when Bucky asked me to be his best man. There is a genuinely good man under all the scowling and glaring. I’m proud to be his friend and to be able to watch him become a father and a husband. To the happy couple.” Sam raises his glass and everyone follows.

Nat and Wanda decided to work together on a speech. You had been surprised at how touching it was. They spoke about the friendship the three of you had created. The good, the bad and the ugly the three of you had faced not only as avengers but as friends. 

“We love you both very much.” Wanda says, ending their joint speech. 

In a surprising move you saw Henry get up from his chair and extend his hand to Lottie. They walk hand in hand towards Wanda and Nat. Henry takes the microphone but hesitates as everyone keeps their eyes on him. You turn to look at Bucky but he’s just as surprised as you are. 

“Hello everyone.” Henry’s voice is small as he addresses the room. “I’m Henry.” 

“An am Wottie.” Lottie adds when Henry holds out the mic for her. “Am so happy we gots mawwied today.” 

“Daddy and Mama, you are our favorite people ever.” 

“You awe-ways so nice.” 

“Mama and daddy saved baby and me from the bad men. They showed me and baby kindness. They are always patient and show us lo-” Henry fails to blink back tears of his own. “Love.” Lottie reaches up and wipes a few tears away. “I promise I’m crying because I’m happy.” 

Henry’s confession received a chorus of ‘awws’ from the guests. You and Bucky stood and went to your kids. 

“My sweet boy.” You whisper as you hug Henry, pulling away just enough to wipe his tears away with a handkerchief Bucky had given you. 

“They love us and I want us to be a family forever.” Henry says into the microphone.

“We will be bubs. No one will ever get in between us ever again. I promise.” 

“I promise too.” You look at Lottie who was tucked into Bucky’s shoulder. “What about you? What do you want?” 

Without missing a beat Lottie takes the microphone from Henry and announces, “I want a baby sissy.”

Again Lottie caused all the guests to laugh while you hid your face behind your hands. With Henry and Lottie the speeches come to an end it’s time for some more dancing. 

“And now ladies and gentlemen it’s time for the father/daughter dance.” The DJ announces.

Eddie comes up to your table and offers you his hand. You follow him to the middle of the dance floor. Eddie moves with you and you can’t help but laugh as you follow his lead. Halfway through the DJ announces that all fathers should join you and Eddie on the dance floor. Bucky and Lottie are first. Then you slowly see Clint and his daughter join. Luke twirls Olivia with one hand while keeping his other hand over Molly’s growing belly as he dances with his three girls. T’Challa even pulls Shuri out of her chair. Even if she protests you see a little hint of a smile on her lips. 

The song ends and the DJ then announces the mother/son dance. The dance floor clears out quickly. The plan was that you would share a dance with Henry so he wouldn’t be left out. What Bucky didn’t expect was for Ramonda to walk up to him and hold her hand out. Bucky took it without question and they started to dance, just the two of them on the floor. 

“I know I am not your mother but I am very fond of you.” Ramonda says as they sway from side to side. “Your mother would be very proud of you, James.”  

“Thank you Ramonda.”  Bucky takes Ramonda’s hand and places a kiss on her knuckles. “I don’t think I’ll ever have the words to explain how much it means that you would dance with me. But I believe you have another dance partner.” Bucky steps away as T’Challa takes his place. 

As the song plays on, Bucky looks over to see you pulling Henry so that you can dance with him. You’re leaning down so that he can give you a kiss on the cheek. Other mothers and sons joined the dance. It was lovely to see Sarah take turns with A.J. and Cass. Laura dances with Cooper and Nathaniel. Even Peter dances with his aunt May. 

“Having fun?” Bucky asks when you make your way over to him after the dance is over. 

“Absolutely, but I’m gonna grab Lottie and change our dresses.”

“Why?” Bucky looks you up and down. “You look perfect.”

“Thank you, babe. But I have a more comfortable dress so that we can dance more and it feels so tight around my chest now. If I stay in this dress any longer my boobs going to hurt a lot.” 

“I can help with that.” Bucky smirks.

You roll your eyes before leaning in to kiss him. Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in. 

“I’ll be back.” 

****

You were back about half an hour later. First Sofia helped you get changed into your second dress. It was something easier to move in. Then you helped get Lottie changed. She had chosen a champagne colored sequin jumpsuit, mostly because she liked the way it sparkled. 

The two of you made your way back to the reception just as the DJ was announcing that the dance floor was open for everyone. Lottie excuses herself and makes her way to Steve in order to share a dance with him. 

Sofia takes your hand and pulls you towards your bridesmaids, Molly, Laura, Sarah, Maria and Pepper. You all dance and laugh together. 

“May I steal my wife?” Bucky comes in just as one of the songs ends. He’d taken off his suit jacket, bow tie and rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt.

“Certainly.” Laura pushes you gently towards him. 

With one hand Bucky takes yours with the other he offers you a glass of wine but you shake your head. Bucky downs the wine in one gulp and leaves the glass behind on a table. 

A slower song starts to play and Bucky pulls you in close. His hands sit at your waist while you wrap your arms around his neck. You gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, not needing to exchange words to know you both are overwhelmingly happy and so in love. 

“Oh my god.” You gasp as you and Bucky turn slowly. 

“What? What is it?” Bucky went to turn his head but you stopped him. 

“Ok, slowly turn me around and then look over my left shoulder. I can’t believe this.” 

Bucky does as you ask. He lets out a small gasp too as he sees what you saw. It then sports a proud smirk. Across the room Steve is holding his hand out for Duckie to take. There seems to be a little hesitation on her part but she ultimately takes his hand. Steve stays at the edge of the dance floor. Duckie awkwardly holds onto Steve’s biceps and looks everywhere but at Steve. 

“Now it will only take another year before he asks her out.” Bucky murmurs.

“But hey, it’s progress.” You reply with a smile. “Besides, it’s not like you can talk. We had a kid before we even dated and then another before you proposed.” 

“Do you want a third before our one year wedding anniversary? Because I can make that happen.” 

You laugh. “Shut up.” 

“That wasn’t a no.” Bucky smiles before he kisses you again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“One dance Woki Poki.” Lottie held up one finger.

“I will not dance with you or anyone else for that matter.” 

“Pwease.” 

“No.” 

Lottie pouts as she looks up at him. Her big blue eyes silently pleading that he would do as she asked. Loki crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. 

“Fine. Just one dance.” 

“Yay.” Lottie claps and takes Loki’s hand, pulling him up from his chair. 

One by one Lottie would dance with the whole team and a few other people.

Across the room Henry was hanging out with Clint’s and Sarah’s boys. All of them eying the dessert table. They were planning a little heist in order to get some treats before they were served to everyone else. 

“I have to go alone.” Henry says as he looks around to make sure no one is listening. “If one of you goes with me then I won’t have my hands free to carry the plate.” 

“Fine, we’ll wait by the door and we can go out to the garden.” 

“Ok, I’ll be back.” Henry says and turns invisible. 

The boys watch the table, seeing a plate disappear. They ran towards the door, yelling to their parents that they were going to go play outside. 

Henry meets them just outside with the plate of sweet treats held high. The group of boys laugh as they move away from the reception. Cass congratulates Henry on doing a good job. They sit together and joke while sharing the desserts.  

The reception is almost over. You stand with Bucky and the kids in front of the cake Henry chose. Bucky holds up the knife and together you cut two small pieces of cake. You and Bucky feed each other a small piece while Lottie swipes some frosting and smears it on Henry’s cheek. She lets out a full belly laugh before running away with her brother following close behind with frosting on his finger. 

****

There’s time for one last dance. So you and Bucky choose to dance together with the kids as the guest exit to give you some privacy. This is it. Just the four of you, ready to face the rest of your lives together.  Nothing could be better than that. 

You exit the mansion through the main doorway. All your guests are lined up, cheering and waving sparklers as you, Bucky and the kids make your way down towards the waiting car. At the end of the makeshift aisle you stop and hug your dad and closest friends. Lottie and Henry go with Steve since he offered to watch them during the honeymoon. 

“We’ll be back before you know it, doll. And we’ll call everyday.” Bucky kisses Lottie’s cheek. 

“Habe fun daddy.” 

“I will, you have fun and behave.” Bucky squints his eyes making Lottie let out a sleepy giggle. “You too bubs.” Bucky turns his attention to Henry who is leaning into you. 

“I will. I’ll miss you.” 

“We’ll miss you both, sweet boy.” 

After a few more hugs for the kids, Nat and Sam push you towards the waiting car. Bucky opens the door to the passenger’s side and helps you in. Bucky doesn’t waste time as he gets in and turns the car on. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh Bucky speeds away. 

Bucky still wouldn’t tell you where you were going. Even as you climbed the stairs to Tony’s private jet. Your luggage was already put away and there was an overnight bag with everything you’d need during your flight. Bucky had made sure to pack comfortable clothes for you to change into. 

It really didn’t matter what Bucky had planned. He could take you to the most boring place ever and you’d be ok with it just because you were by his side. You snuggle up to him after take off. The excitement of the day was finally catching up to you.

“C’mon Sugar,” Bucky pulls you into his chest. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.” 

“Love you, Mr. Barnes.” 

“I love you too Mrs. Barnes.” 

You smile, Mrs. Barnes had a nice ring to it.

Ch. 41

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Girls

Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Summary: Bucky is the ultimate girl dad

Warnings: none

A/N: pure fluff <3 i will die for girl dad bucky barnes omg

Word Count: 357

SERIES MASTERLIST

You woke up from a midday nap Bucky forced you to take after he caught you dozing off while holding Bella. He took both girls and reassured you that he’s more than capable of caring for them and that they’re a team. If you needed to lean on him for extra support, he won’t ask any questions and will do whatever means necessary to give you that support. 

You got out of bed and went downstairs and the sight in front of you made your heart grow 10 times in size. Your fiance was sitting on the living room floor with your 9-month-olds, doing his best to style their curly hair. You saw the extreme concentration on his face as he did his best to part Aurora’s hair evenly with a children’s video playing on the TV to keep Arabella occupied. You leaned against the wall and saw him put two perfect pigtails in her hair, grinning at his success. 

“We did it!” he exclaimed excitedly. He picked up Aurora and kissed her forehead and chubby cheeks, leading her to let out the cutest giggles that make your heart melt. He reaches over to pick up Arabella, holding the twins to his chest for some cuddle time. 

You walked over to the trio, leaning down to kiss Bucky’s head. “Hi” you said softly as he looked up at you “Hey doll. How was your nap?” he looked up at you with those bright blue eyes you fell in love with. “Perfect. Woke up just in time to pick up Logan from school” You kissed his cheek as he shook his head “No no no, sweetheart, today is about you resting I’m gonna go get him while you get some more rest” he moved to gently stand up while holding onto the twins “Now if you excuse me, me and my little queens are gonna go get ready” he kissed your cheek and went upstairs. 

You giggled and moved to sit on the couch, wondering why the world blessed you with the best man you could ever ask for. Now you just gotta get him to the altar.