#cg!steve rogers x little!reader

[agere-fics]

Vroom, vroom!

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Word Count: 635

Summary: Steve drives you around to help you sleep

Pairing: Dada!Steve x Daddy!Bucky x Regressor!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Content Warnings: Usage of daddy and dada, riding in a car, getting carried/picked up, that's it :)

Authors Note: Look at me actually writing stuff!! More on the way 🐈 You can find more of my stuff in my pinned post and request more stories through the ask box.

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Despite all your insomniac nights, taking a cat nap in the backseat of Stevie's car was surprisingly easy.

bump! bump!

The crevices and rocky ground of Dada's favorite road warmed you and cooed the pangs and aches in your body. The dips were like being rocked by mother nature.

'thank you mama tree'

crunch! crunch!

Ah, that's the sound of your anxieties melting away. Really it's the gravel getting all crunched up but you know... same difference.

Your Dada was in love with these backroads. Tomorrow, while you down some fruity pebbles, you'll tell him again that they really should get married. They see each other all the time! It made trips take longer but that just meant more time with Stevie.

bop! bop!

The tapping of your head against the window was actually quite gentle. Sometimes, it'd hurt, and that's when you'd whine to Stevie that "ow it hurt!! dada whyyy!!?" To get you to stop, he'd get your favorite fast food (it was the plan all along and Stevie most definitely knew-). This time, Dada was driving super, duper slow so the bumps didn't hurt. They soothed you instead and made you very, very sleepy.

Your legs were tucked close to yourself. You laid curled up like a cat in the cold winter. In better days, you'd find your position annoyingly uncomfortable but you were so eepies- I mean sleepy.

It was kind of like leaves falling from the really tall trees in the rainforest. Sleep didn't come fast but crept up on you.

You enjoyed watching the view go by the window and the mental image of a little superhero doing parkour, racing with Dada's pickup truck. The trees had all sorts of colors and some animals hop, hopped, and peeked out from the bushes.

Everything eventually became grey, then black but you didn't mind. It was so calming, this rest your eyelids have found.

'Oh, they closed? Ooooh that's why the superguy disappeared.'

hmm hm hm hm

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hmm

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"Welcome back, Steve-O." Bucky stood at the door frame, hands resting in his jacket pockets.

Steve placed his pointer finger on his lips and tilted his head, indicating that you were asleep.

Bucky firmly nodded and held a gentle smile. 'You're finally asleep! Aww, you deserve it, little dear.'

Your dada traded places with Bucky, leaving to go get himself ready for bed.

Daddy peeked through the windows and found you with your little head against the car door. He walked around to the door opposite of you, and moved very carefully as to not wake you.

Snores filled the air and Bucky had to hold back a giggle. He thought it was so freaking cute, don't worry!

"Come here, little one." He whispered and securely held you up against his chest. Warm and snug.

Your daddy walked into your bedroom, where Steve had been waiting and prepared your bed for you.

"Here you are, darling." Daddy laid you down.

Buck and Stevie kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Goodnight, sunflower."

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Senses

A/N - it's been such a long week and I've missed posting so much, two requests currently in the making! I hope you guys enjoy whatever this turned into.

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Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of a mission, mentions of anxiety, mentions of a avengers party, let me know if I missed any!

Stucky (mainly bucky) x gn! Little reader

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If there was one thing that everyone in the tower knew, it was that you don’t touch bucky unless allowed. This even applied to you, even as his second partner alongside Steve. The only one that was able to touch bucky without his life being in danger is Steve, and that's just because Bucky could almost like, sense him.

You felt a little sad that you may never have that with Buck, but you didn’t show it, atleast you did your best not to. You knew that if he ever did warm up to you, you’d open it with loving arms and let him know that he doesn’t have to be afraid.

Steve in a way, knew an saw how you felt. He would watch as your eyes showed how you wished that you could hug buck surprisingly as he did, or just to be able to move into rooms silently as you were known to do.

Bucky had a feeling about it but he couldnt put his hand on what was bothering you. The super soldiers knew you like the back of their hand. This is why when you became their partner, and little, it was like a part of them had been completed. 

You’d always announce yourself coming into rooms when around bucky, or make some sort of noise to make sure you didn't spook him. Bucky thought it was a sweet gesture, something you had been doing since you met him. Steve just knew it couldn’t only be that.

One day when all of the avengers were hanging out, you and bucky decided to hang back at your room in the tower. Bucky wasn't feeling the greatest, and in all honesty you weren’t either. Your anxiety had been spiking all day. You barely wanted to even have to get out of bed.

You were laying on the couch watching a movie when you heard bucky shuffle around in your guy’s shared bedroom. Nothing unusual, so you ignore it.

Until it happens again, and again, and maybe even a 4th time. That's when you decide its worth going to at least check out. You stand up and head towards your bedroom when you what bucky mumbling, and then making noise again.

“Bucky?” you open the door quietly as you speak, trying to figure out whats going on with him.

“No- No I don’t-” Bucky mumbles, his sleeping form crumpled in your bed.

“Bucky? Bucky are you okay?” You ask as you walk over to him, trying to gently wake him as he appears to be having a nightmare.

“No-No You can’t- You can’t have them!” Bucky screams as he sits up in bed, looking around with fear and worry in his eyes.

“Bucky?” You sit down in front of him, looking at him with concern, but avoiding touching him.

That is until he literally drags you into his lap, crying as he holds you tightly. He’s mumbling thank god and jesus christ over and over again, you softly hug him back, burying close into his embrace.

“I-I thought they got you. I couldn’t save you.”

“Im here buck.. I promise no ones hurt me.”

He sighs and gently kisses your cheek before wrapping you in the blanket and pulling you under with him.

He plays with your hair until you inevitably fall asleep on top of him.

When steve arrives home, bucky has you practically strapped to him with his own limbs, his arms are tightly secured around your torso and his legs are tangled with yours as you both sleep, soundly.

You were fond of the experience, this was the first time bucky had let you help him through a nightmare. You were honestly glad he was starting to open up.

Something you hadn’t realized was that bucky had the urge for you to just jump on him like steve did. Ever since the nightmare hes realized how much you made sure to let him know you were there, it was as if it was to make sure he didn’t attack you. You never touched him unless he saw you first, and you would always announce yourself in one way or another when walking into somewhere where he was, and you’d always leave him notes or messages to let him know if you'd be home at an odd hour.

With steve he never has to guess or know, he can feel steve a mile away, and hes beginning to be able to do the same with you. He can hear your small quiet footsteps, the way your keys jingle in your pocket, your breathing patterns, everything was starting to tell him that he was safe around you.

Weeks pass of this bothering him, he just wants you to feel like you can just exist without him having to necessarily tell him your there.

The first time you don’t announce yourself is when you get home at 3:40am from a in-house mission. Your half regressed, and feel actually disgusting, the in-house being you had to join clint in the vents, and you really never want to go back.

You quietly enter the house, and slowly drop your stuff on the table, before opening the fridge and grabbing one of your pre-made juice sippys.

“Can’t hurts” you quietly mumble to yourself, your regression starting to take over.

You turn towards the living room, and you see bucky standing in the doorway, watching over you.

“Pa- Uhm, Bucky?” You ask, surprised.

“How did you know I was home?”

“I can hear you from practically anywhere, you know. I can sense you." He slowly strides over to you. "You sure you want juice? I could make you up some milk?” Bucky smiles softly.

He sees the grime slimed on your face, and the dust from wherever you were on your clothes, but he sees you most importantly.

You give him a knowing look, before you slowly lose the facade of being big and walk over to him, burying your face in his chest and letting him take the exhaustion.

You didn’t need to announce yourself for him to know you needed him, and you’d be able to learn soon enough that you wouldn't have to announce yourself at all. 

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[delicatebarness]

Hi! For the Barnes rogers family adventures could you do reader who is obsessed with her paci and Steve and Bucky try and take it but she get very whiny and upset and cries for her binky please? If not I understand! Please and thank you!!! 🎀🍼

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | “No, I want my paci,” #005

Summary: ^^ Requested.

Warnings: This post and series are safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.

Word Count: 477

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A/N: I've always wanted a paci, but it's just never been something I've ended up having :( - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

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Engrossed in your coloring book, you sat on the living room floor as the Sunday afternoon sun shined brightly through the windows. Your beloved pacifier is firmly in your mouth. Exchanging a glance, Steve and Bucky silently agreed that it was time to try and get to take a break from it for today. 

“Hey, Baby…” Steve began gently as he knelt beside you. “How about we try going without your paci for a little while?” 

You clutched the pacifier even tighter as your eyes widened. “No, Papa,” you mumbled around it while shaking your head. 

He stroked your hair, offering a warm smile. “We just thought it might be good for you to play without it for a little bit.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes due to the surge of anxiety that rushed through you. “No, Papa,” you insisted, your voice starting to tremble. “I need my paci.” 

Steve gently took your hand after exchanging a concerned look with Bucky. “We’re not taking it away forever, Baby, just a short break. How about we play a game together?” 

Spilling over your cheeks, your tears soaked your skin as you shook your head vigorously. “No! I want my paci!” you cried, feeling more upset with each passing second. 

Bucky sighed softly, reaching out to wipe your tears. “Shh, it’s okay, Tiny.” 

You hiccuped through your sobs, still clinging to your pacifier. “I need it, Daddy,” you repeated. 

Steve’s hand gently stroked your back, trying to calm you down. “Okay, baby. How about we try something fun together? Would you like to bake some cookies? Cupcakes?” 

You hesitated for a moment, tempted by the idea, your tears slowly. However, you clutched your paci even tighter. “No, I need my paci,” you whispered again, almost desperately. 

Another sigh came from Bucky as he gently lifted you onto his lap, rocking you soothingly. “How about we read one of your books together? Or… maybe we watch a movie?” 

Sniffling, you shook your head again. “No, I want my paci,” your voice wavered as you insisted. 

Steve and Bucky were at a loss as they exchanged another glance. “Okay, baby. We just want you to be happy.” Steve said softly, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“And, if that means keeping your paci for now, that’s okay,” Bucky added, his fingers tracing light patterns up and down your back. 

Nodding, you snuggled close to Bucky, content with your pacifier in place as you felt the warmth and love from them. Wrapping an arm around both of you, Steve’s presence soothed you. 

Just then, Peter rushed into the room, curiosity etched on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked, noticing the cuddle. 

He climbed onto the couch, and without a word, he squeezed in beside you and Bucky. Steve wrapped his arm around Peter as well, chuckling at the antics.

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[angelbaby-fics]

Ooohh! Late night (maybe secret) milk and cookies fresh from the oven! 🍪🥛🍼

ooooh i love the idea of this.... and not just because i made milk & cookies tonight!!

maybe its past your bedtime but daddy hasn't turned off the tv yet, he can sense that you're just not tired yet, and not in a good way either. most nights when you stay up late its because you're far too energized to sleep, running and skipping and dancing around the house insisting you don't need to rest, until next thing you know you're half asleep being carried into daddy's bed... but tonight you're just angsty. you already had your nighttime bottle, you've been cuddling with your stuffy while a calm cartoon plays, but your brain is elsewhere, half small and half spaced out.

then you hear the oven beep on.

"come here angel, i got a surprise"

daddy takes a packet of cookie dough from the back of the fridge, high up on the top shelf where you can't even reach. he puts two squares on a metal sheet, one for him and one for you.

"don't tell... but these are dada's magic cookies. sometimes when you're already asleep, daddy makes a special cookie before bed as a little treat... maybe they'll work for you too!"

cookies are one thing, but a magic cookie? and right before bed?? you couldn't believe how quickly your night was turning around. your sour mood dissipates as the kitchen fills with the smell of sugar. daddy pours another bottle for you to wash down your cookie, and your tummy feels just as warm as your heart as daddy rocks you to sleep.

[orellazalonia]

Learning to Ask

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]

Summary: Feeling small and struggling to ask for comfort, you finally find the courage to whisper a simple request, a hug. Bucky responds with quiet warmth, holding you close as Steve gently joins in, reminding you that it’s safe to ask for things and even safer to be held.

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: There’s not a single use of the reader’s specific pronouns here. So, this can be read by anyone. Remember though: You are responsible for the media you consume.

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You’ve never been good at asking for things.

Not for help. Not for affection. Not even when you’re quietly unraveling inside. As a result, you’d often become non-verbal, outwardly and unintentionally demonstrating your struggle to ask for what you want or need.

And it’s not that Steve and Bucky haven’t been kind. They’ve been patient, gentle. They notice things, the way your shoulders curl in when you feel small, the way you sometimes hesitate before joining them on the couch, or how you chew your sleeve when the words won’t come out.

But you still hold back. Even in the soft glow of safety, something inside you is too scared to reach out.

Tonight is quiet. The apartment is warm, cozy. The lights are dim with a blanket tossed over the back of the couch, something simple playing on the TV. You’re curled in your usual corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath you, your oversized hoodie swallowing most of your frame. The plushie they gave you sits on your lap, clutched a little tighter than usual.

Steve is in the kitchen making tea. You can hear the clink of the spoon against ceramic. Bucky’s nearby, reading something with his legs stretched out, lounging in one of the living room chairs.

You feel it rising slowly, that aching want. That soft, desperate little part of you whispering, Please just hold me for a second. Please just ask if I’m okay.

But no one can read your mind. So, you stay silent. Your fingers twitch.

Glancing over at Bucky, his expression is relaxed and focused on the book. Not ignoring you, just giving you space, like they always do when they know you’re floating closer to littlespace. You know they'd never push. But that doesn’t make the words any easier.

Your lips part and then close again. It takes you three full minutes. Three whole minutes of your heart thudding and your chest tightening and your mouth going dry, before you finally whisper,

“…Daddy?”

He looks up instantly. Not startled, just alert and present. His eyes soften just as fast.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

Your throat tightens as you quickly look back down at the plush in your lap and squeeze it. You don’t know where to focus on. Your voice barely makes it out.

“…Can I… have a hug?”

There’s silence for just a moment. Not the bad kind. Just the kind that feels like stillness right before something really, really important happens. It still felt like an eternity to you, like maybe your request was too much.

But Bucky sets his book down without hesitation. He doesn’t make a big deal of it. Doesn’t tease. Doesn’t pry. He just moves, crossing the space between you in two strides, and sinks down beside you on the couch.

“C’mere,” He says softly, opening his arms.

You don’t hesitate as you lean into him like you’ve been waiting your whole life to. His arms wrap around you tight, not too tight, but just right. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head. The other anchors you close. You can feel his heartbeat, practically hear it. It’s slow and steady.

You let out a shaky breath before Steve walks in. He pauses at the doorway, holding two mugs of tea. He takes in the scene of you tucked tightly against Bucky, your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, your cheek pressed close.

“Everything alright?” He asks, voice soft, not wanting to startle you.

Bucky doesn't move. His arms stay wrapped around you, steady as ever. He glances up at Steve and nods, a small, proud smile tugging at his mouth.

“Yeah,” He murmurs, resting his chin lightly atop your head. “They asked this time.”

Steve’s face softens instantly. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he sets the mugs down quietly and crosses the room, crouching beside the two of you.

“That’s a big step,” He smiles at you, his tone gentle, “We’re really proud of you.”

You don’t say anything, but he doesn’t rush it. Doesn’t pull you or crowd you. He just eases onto the couch gently, his thigh pressing against yours, his warmth surrounding you from the other side now.

Steve leans in just a little, brushing your hair away from your face. “You know, you did something really brave just now.”

You squirm a little, face heating up. “Didn’t feel brave…”

Bucky’s arms tighten slightly. “Still was,” He murmurs. “Takes a lot to speak up. Especially when you’re little.”

You nod, but it’s hard to believe. The inside of you feels squishy and small, like any second now the world could get too loud, too fast, and you’d disappear back into yourself.

But you don’t. Because they’re here.

Steve’s hand finds yours where it’s fallen back down to rest on your lap, clutching your plushie. He doesn’t take it away. Just laces his fingers with yours, gentle and warm. “Can I ask you something?”

You nod again, feeling shy.

“When you feel like this,” He asks softly, “What helps the most? Is it cuddles? Gentle words? A blanket? Maybe your paci?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide. No one’s ever asked you that before, not like that. Not like it mattered. You feel the answer bubble up in your chest. Quiet and honest.

“…Warm blankie. This…and… soft voices.”

Steve smiles. “That’s good to know, sweetheart. Thank you for telling me.”

Then he gets up for only a second, returns with the softest, fluffiest blanket you own. The one they keep clean and close by, just for you. He wraps it carefully around your shoulders like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Because you are to them.

“Better?” He settles back beside you.

You nod. Your voice is smaller now. “…Yeah.”

Bucky’s hand rubs slow circles on your back. Steve kisses the top of your head.

In that moment, you feel safe and seen. Like maybe asking for what you need doesn’t make you a burden after all.

“Anytime you want something,” Steve murmurs, “Even if it’s little, even if it’s silly, you can tell us. We want to take care of you, baby.”

You sniffle. “Even if I don’t use big words?”

“Especially then,” Bucky murmurs. “You don’t need big words with us. Just whatever you feel comfortable with in the moment. Just you.”

You melt into both of them. Wrapped in a warm blanket, between the strong, steady arms of two people who don’t need you to be anything but exactly how you are.

[katethewriter]

Summary: Y/n has a very specific power. She is a shapeshifter. However, she can only shift into younger versions of herself. Her abilities catch the Avengers’ attention. Though their first introduction is lackluster at best, it's not long before she has them all wrapped around her little finger.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat x Reader(platonic) - mother-figure!Wanda x Reader - cg!Wanda x little!Reader - cg!WandaNat x little!Reader - cg!Avengers x little!Reader - fem!reader

A/N: This is pretty much just straight up fluff. It's my own spin on shapeshifter!Reader and little!Reader. This is just a happy little brainchild that I decided to run with

Welcome to the Team: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Wanda Cookie Monster: It's not that Y/n is hiding from the rest of the team, except that's exactly what she is doing. Wanda is determined to break through to her.

Clint Hand-Me-Downs: As Y/n starts showing herself more and more around the compound, Clint can't help to notice she tends to wear the same thing everyday.

Natasha Kinda Like You: Y/n is convinced Natasha doesn't like her. If she could just brush away that tough exterior, maybe they have more in common than she thought. Perhaps she can gain a new ally in the process.

Steve New Kid's First Mission: Steve is wary to allow a kid on a mission, but just maybe Y/n can prove him wrong.

Peter Crayola: Peter wonders why the New Kid's pictures on the fridge are only ever done in black and blue ink or pencil.

Bruce Just a Twist: A training mishap sends New Kid to the medbay.

Sam Let's Go Fly a Kite: Sam is on duty when he spots New Kid all by herself. He offers her an opportunity most kids could only dream of.

Bucky A Mission Gone Sideways: Bucky is paired with New Kid for a mission that doesn't end as well as they would like.

Tony A Little Pinch: A flaw in Y/n's suit might be just the thing to finally pull Tony to her side.

Thor Someone Worthy: Thor returns from a long stay and doesn't recognize the young team member running around the compound.

Kate Nerf War: When someone new joins the team, Y/n takes a sudden interest in archery.

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[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Steve Rogers X Little! Reader

Summary: Accidental caregiver?

TW: Abuse, Injuries, and Hydra. Proceed with Caution.

WC: 1025

Steve didn’t mean to be here. On the contrary, it was meant to be a simple mission to a neighbor where Hydra was stealing people to experiment on. It was meant to be recompense, but when Steve heard the scared shrieks and wails coming from a house he had to save the person. 

When he entered, a Hydra agent stood over (Y/N) with a baton. They were curled into a ball at the agent's feet sobbing, promising they would be good. Steve’s heart dropped seeing how bruised this poor individual was.

“I’d stand down if I were you,” Steve said using the ‘Captain’ voice.

The rather stupid agent didn’t take the hint, instead, he charged Steve. Steve promptly punched the man, knocking him out. Super soldier strength was no joke. Steve turned around to see the person who was curled in a ball.

“Hey, I’m Captain America. My friends call me Steve though… It’s okay, you are safe now. Could you stand up, I just want to make sure you are okay…” Steve spoke softly approaching slowly. He was crouched, so he was waddling like a crab.

“Peas no huwt me!!!” 

The response was startling, perhaps they had a concussion or maybe they were delirious. Maybe they were experimented on and ended up with brain damage..? Steve decided to act like it was normal, and bring them right to Bruce to be looked over for injuries.

“It’s gonna be okay sweetheart, I just wanna bring you to a doctor. Can I carry you?” Steve asked, once within touching distance. He received a long stare and eventually an unsure nod. 

Steve was about to pick them up in a bridal style hold when they started doing grabby hands as a baby would. ‘Just roll with it’ Steve thought. Steve picked them up and placed them on his hip.

“Ou a good guy?” They asked arms around his neck now, looking tired from their crying.

“Yeah, I’m a good guy. Gonna keep you safe from the bad guys outside.” Steve replied bluntly, unsure how to talk to them. They were obviously aware of their surroundings, just seem to be interacting with it all as a child would…?

Steve began to rush to get them to Bruce, as a man with at least a dozen PhDs would know what to do better than a man who doesn't understand what a ‘Nintendo’ is. Luckily, the threat was mainly handled and now it was clear to carry them to the hovercraft. Halfway to the pad, he heard them mumble into his shoulder, “What did you say?”

“Ou gots pwetty eyes,”

All the Captain could manage out was a small hum of embarrassment, picking up his pace. He was unsure what to do in this situation, nothing like this ever happened in the time he was from. 

“Bruce, I am coming to you with a girl with a possible head injury. Will you be able to check on her until we can get her to medics?” Steve spoke into his comm.

“Yes, you know I have a Ph.D. and not an MD, right?” Transmitted back.

“Yes, I am well aware. But this is urgent.”  With that comment, Steve had finally made it to the aircraft. Bruce was waiting inside, clearing off a table so he could play doctor. Steve attempted to place (Y/N) down on the table, only for them to continue to try clinging to him and crying slightly.

“Oh” Bruce said, already documenting their behavioral patterns, “Hey, I am Bruce, I’m gonna just make sure you are feeling okay.”

With his introduction (Y/N)’s grip loosened enough to be placed down, however, their tears continued. Bruce was slightly unsure what to do, however, was not unsure of what was going on. The broken sentences trying to form from (Y/N)’s lips, were seemingly evidence that proved his theory.

“Hey little one, is this wayyyy too scary for you?” Bruce asked, making himself smaller and sitting on a chair infront of them. Steve continued to stare puzzled. ‘Why is he playing into it?’, is all Steve could think.

“Ye- Yeah!” They sobbed, they were slurring their speech like a small child.

“Is there anyway we can make you feel any better?” Bruce asked, only to be met by a nod. Bruce nodded after them, and they began making grabby hands towards Steve. Steve was ushered over and made to sit next to them and rub their back. Once they calmed down, Bruce looked them over.

“Well you are completely healthy! Other than those bruises, we will keep an eye on those though!” Bruce said, before Steve pulled him to the side to talk to him privately for a few seconds. 

“Are you sure they are okay? They are talking like a child.” Steve asked confused by why Bruce was clearing them.

“They don’t have a concussion, they are just regressed which makes sense with what was happening here.” Bruce answered.

“They are- What?” Steve replied, this was most certainly something he never heard about.

“They are regressed, they are in the mindset of a child. They are mentally interacting with the  world as a child would.” Bruce explained.

“Oh, Okay.” Steve made a mental note to research this further once back in the facility. “What do we do with them now? We can’t just leave them here like this alone…” 

“We will take them with us until they are back to their big space. Once they are back they will have to decide what they want to do.” Bruce answered, Steve frowned at the idea of them leaving the avengers protection, however he did not argue. 

They split up, Bruce returning to the work he was doing in a private area of the jet, while Steve and (Y/N) sat on the floor and colored on blank sheets of paper with colored pencils that were stored in one of the many drawers aboard the jet.

Bruce glanced out every once and a while to check on them, smiling as Steve seemed to be a natural with them. Maybe this was what Steve needed all along.

[ellieisaflower]

My beautiful bug ´ˎ˗

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୨୧ ┊Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Ftm!Little!reader

୨୧ ┊Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, sam

୨୧ ┊Genre: Fluff, Age regression (NOT KINK!!), oneshot

୨୧ ┊Summery: When at the store with daddy, reader sees a dress that he thinks looks so beautiful, but he doesn't want to be girly because he is afraid if what Steve would think. Steve catches on really quick that reader wants the dress so he buys it and they go home and play dress up.

୨୧ ┊Warnings: Steve calls reader Bug, use of baby talk (from reader)

୨୧ ┊Note: sorry, I missed so many things in the request. Also, someone help, I can't make a mood board

୨୧ ┊word count: 1235

No one's pov <333

Your big e/c eyes sparkled as you looked down at the princess pink dress. The sparkly ruffles started at the waist and ended at the bottom to the dress. The sleeves were off shoulder, with sparkly cuffs that would lay off the shoulder. The dress was stunning.

"Bug!?" Steve called out, worry evident in his voice. You broke out of your small trance from the pretty dress and looked up to where the voice was calling from. You hadn't realized just how long you had been staring at the pretty dress, you hadn't even realized that your daddy had wondered off without you.

"Daddy..? Where chu at?" You called out, mindlessly looking around for him. A gasp left your lips as two strong arms picked you up. "Ah, bug! Don't do that again! I thought someone took you! Are you alright?" He asked worryingly, checking all your uncovered skin for any marks or bruises to make sure you hadn't gotten hurt.

"m fine daddy! I was jus....uhm.." you quickly stopped yourself from talking any longer, taking a minute to think. Steve looked at you confused, concern still laced in his eyes as well. "What were you doing bug?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes trailed back to the pretty dress that was now being viewed by a woman with pretty long brown hair. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched her stair at the dress with loving eyes. "Bug?" Steve was fast to realize that you had tunned him out and your attention was now on something else.

when he followed your eyes, his face softened seeing you staring at the pretty dress. With you still in his arms, he walked over to the rack with the dress and stood near it for a minute, waiting for the woman to walk away before he grabbed one of the dresses, that was your size, and placed it in the cart.

"Do you want another one, bug? Or do you wanna go home now?" He asked, watching your face that was blank and full of confusion. "Daddy..?" You asked, now staring at the dress that he had placed in the cart. "Yes bug?"

"Am I really allowed to wear that?" Pointing to the dress, you averted your eyes to Steve. "Of course you can wear it! Why wouldn't you be able to?" Before you could answer he placed you into the cart, which had little in it since you had only started to shop around twenty minutes ago.

Steve quickly walked off, returning a few minutes later with a few pallets of makeup and a few more pretty dresses. Your eyes instantly brightened at the sight. "Woah!!"

"now let's get home, bug. We can play dress up when we get home, and maybe we can bug uncle Sam into playing with us."

When you both arrived at the Avengers tower, you were quick to grab the bags with your new things and run inside, nearly tripping on your way there. While standing in the elevator on the way up, Steve kept a close eye on you, watching closely with loving eyes as you stood impatiently with your bags in hand.

As soon as you were both inside your room you ran off to the bathroom to try on your new dress. Steve let out a loving giggle as he watched you.

He sat on the couch as he waited for you to come back. And when you walked into the room with a huge smile on your face and the pretty pink dress on, Steve instantly brightened up. "You look so pretty bug! Wow! My beautiful bug!" He stated as he stood up and walked over to you.

"Chu hav to put on your dwess now daddy!" You chanted and doged his kiss and pushed him towards the bathroom where a dress waited for him; this all took your daddy by surprise, but he giggled softly and began to put on the dress like you requested.

While he did that, you set up all the new makeup you had just gotten. Daddy had not gotten any makeup brushes, but you had some stashed in your room. Auntie Nat was always to the rescue and she never told your secrets, so you had asked her for makeup brushes and a pallet.

When you got back from your bedroom with the makeup brushes and a few other things, your daddy was sitting on the couch, with a sparkly blue dress on and he was holding your favorite stuffie.

"woahhh, chu wook soo pwetty Daddy!!" You said, staring at your daddy in awe. "You look even prettier bug!"

"Nah ah, chu do!" You argued. "Alright, alright, fine. But that doesn't mean that my bug isn't very pretty!" He playfully smirked and then looked down at the makeup you set out. "Are you gonna do your makeup or my makeup? Or do you want me to do your makeup?" He asked.

"I'm gonna do yur makeup!" With a giggle you sat down Infront of him and got started. "Wha color first?" You asked, holding one of the brushed above the makeup palettes until he says a color. "Red please"

With that, you dipped your brush into the bright red eyeshadow. "Close eyes please" he did as such and you began to brush the bright red onto his eyelids, carful to not get it everywhere because you wanted it to look amazing.

When you started to do the other eye, there was knock at the door, which made you jump slightly. All of the avengers knew you are a regressor, so you just continued, knowing it was one of them.

"Come in!" Steve yelled slightly, making sure to reach up and cover your ears to not scare you. The door opened and in walked Uncle sam. "Hey kiddo, what are yah doing?" He asked, walking over to the two of you. "Me and daddy are pwayin dress up! I'm doin his makeup so he'll look wike a pwetty princess!!" You stared proudly as you continued to put red on his eyelids.

"wow, your doing amazing. I bet your daddy's gonna love it" Sam said.

Uncle Sam and daddy had a conversation while you continued to do Steve's makeup. A couple times you asked him to pick a new color, you cleaned your brushed every switch and around 20 minutes later, you spring off the couch. "Done!!"

Steve had a big smile on his face when you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. "Wook daddy!"

"wow big, you did such a great job! I think you should do my makeup everyday" he said, examining his wonderfully done makeup in the mirror. You let out a small giggle before going back to clean up the small mess you had created in the living room.

When you walked into the living room you noticed that uncle sam was no longer there. You shrugged it off before beginning to pick up your stuff and put it into a pile then take a wet rag and wipe the table.

When your daddy finally came out of the bathroom, he noticed that you had cleaned up your mess which made him happy. "Thank you for cleaning up, bug!"

The rest of the day was filled with fun. You and your daddy played princesses, watched cartoons, and had a tea party with all your stuffies.

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What was your favourite part?

Pairing: Caregiver! Stucky x Little! Reader

Summary: After a trip out with your family and caregivers goes wrong they comfort you.

Warnings: A little bit of bad language (nothing too bad just the word 'hell' I believe), family being mean. nicknames (sweetheart, Stevie, Buck), Stimmimg.

Please tell me if I'm missing anything!!!

(Gender neutral reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

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Despite living in the Compound with the Avengers, your (birth) family had been planning q trip for weeks, you were all supposed to go to the cinema. Christmas was right around the corner and the cinema had decided to show Nightmare Before Christmas. Originally it was supposed to be you, your two brothers your mum and her boyfriend however you had asked repeatedly if Steve and Bucky could come along. It took a lot of persuading however after explaining that she had her boyfriend and the two boys would talk and hang out which would leave you on your own she finally agreed.

So Steve and Bucky bought their own tickets and joined the group. (Now being You, Steve, Bucky, Your 2 brother, your Mum and her boyfriend.)

You traveled with your family while your boyfriends (and caregivers) traveled themselves - Your two separate groups would meet up outside the cinema and go to your seats from there.

The car ride was full of yelling and had stressed you out but after a long 25 minutes drive you finally arrived at the cinema.

You ran into Bucky and Steve's arms who were waiting for you. Once everyone was ready woth drinks and snacks the group made its way into the cinema to find their seats.

The seeting arrangement went your Mum's boyfriend on the end, your Mum, yours youngest brother, your other brother, you, Bucky and Steve.

As the lights went dim qnd the movie began to play you took your bunny teddy (that you decided to bring last minute) out from your bag and placed her on your lap, making sure she could see the screen.

The movie started playing and as it went on and each song played you began to slip further and further into little space. You were currently at the part of the movie where Lock, Shock and Barrel went to kidnap santa. Kidnap the Sandy Claws began to play amd you had begun to stim. You tapped your hand against your leg to the beat of the song. About half way through the song you felt a harsh tap on the left arm, you looked over to your brother who had tapped you who was now copying you while laughing.

"What are you doing?" He asked whilst still laughing.

"Oh- nothing.." you mumbled quietly trying to get his attention off of you and back onto the movie. Looking to your mum for help you saw her also laughing whilst copying you.

You looked back at the screen, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Of course you had to be the one to do something that wasn't 'normal'. Unbeknownst to you both Bucky and Steve had seen the interaction and your reaction to it.

The movie had finished qnd you guys now left the cinema. Your brothers and mums boyfriend went to the bathroom whilst you waited woth your mum, assuming that the two of you were holding drinks and then swapping so the two of you could go to the bathroom afterwards. When the boys came back everyone began to leave.

"M-mum.. I still need the toilet..?" You said to her quietly.

"Well then why the hell have you been standing out here for?! Go to the bathroom. Quickly." She answered back.

You quickly went to go to the bathroom. You looked for a sign that said what bathroom was what gender but couldn't find one. You were now getting stressed qnd just walked into a random one hoping you wouldn't get in trouble. Noone ended up being in there so you went to the toilet and then left.

"Was there a reason there wasn't any gender signs for those bathrooms" I asked cautiously to my mum.

"They had signs. Qbove the door." She said.

"...no the didn't??"

"Yes. They did. I went in them earlier and I can't tell you there were signs."

"I couldn't see any..."

"Even your 7 year old brother saw the signs. How did you miss is?!"

"..I don't know.. "

"For God's sakes"

She laughed again. Why did she keep laughing at you..?

As you guys began walking to the cars your mum looked at you. "What was your favourite part about the movie?"

"T-the animation..?"

She hummed approvingly before Steve turned towards her. "Were going now" You went with Steve and Bucky towards their car as your family went the other way towards their own.

"So sweetheart, what was really your favourite part of the movie?" Steve asked you quietly.

The nickname was enough to send you fully into little space, responding with "Lock, Shock and Barrel!!!"

The two of them chuckled at your response and helped you get buckled into the car before getting in themselves.

As Bucky took the wheel, Steve put on a CD and soon songs from Nightmare Before Christmas began to play loudly.

"Fank you Stevie, Fank you Buck" you mumbled before simling and falling asleep.

Even when things went wrong your caregivers always knew what to do to make you smile.

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cg!Stucky headcannon

Bucky is the type to ruffle your hair and mess it all up on purpose, only for Steve to give him a disapproving look. He’d kneel down in front of you, fixing your hair back to normal and finishing with a kiss atop your head. Basically Bucky is the chaotic daddy hehe

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guys i have no class tomorrow!! send me some ideas to write a drabble for! i'm currently really big on cg!wolverine but cg!bucky, steve, or loki works too!! i'll give you a couple paragraphs unless it sparks my brain juices really well! love you guys <3

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Icky feelings

Honestly hope you guys like this. I'm sorry for my absence, my life has somehow spiraled since Christmas!

Smaller story!

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Icky feelings, fluff CG!Stucky x Gn!Little reader

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The small patter of your feet is heard from the hallway as you make your way to the living room, a small frown on your face. Today has gone relatively well, but everything just felt.. wrong. The icky feeling washed over your body and nothing was solving it.

Toys, videos, favorite songs, dancing, puzzles, nothing could spark that feeling of being safe and okay. So to your babas you went. The urge to just crawl in one of their arms and just rest, to try and remind your brain that you were safe and sound.

You turn the corner into your living room and see your two caregivers laying on the couch together, Papa bucky resting his head on Dada Steve's shoulder, and Dada running his hand through Papas hair. The urge to turn back and run away takes over your body as you feel like this feeling is not worth bothering the two peaceful men in front of you.

Just as you were about to turn away, your Papas eyes drift over to you and he smiles softly, looking at you softly.

"Hey darling, you need anything?"

Dada looks over to you, subtly turning his head to the side in curiosity. You mess with your fingers before softly and quietly walking over to them and just put your head on Dadas chest. They both look at eachother with a bit of worry before the help you onto their laps.

Easy questions are given as you explain to the best of your ability how you were feeling. The two super soldiers softly rub your back and kiss your cheeks as you explain, and remind you it's always okay to come tell them and how proud of you they were.

Sometimes feelings are just to overbearing to take on your own, but lucky for you, you have two babas ready to take action and help you.

[delicatebarness]

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | Auntie Nat to the rescue! #006

Summary: It's that time of the month, and it's only Auntie Nat that can help,

Warnings: This post and series are safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.

Word Count: 732

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A/N: I've had this idea for months and I finally got around to bringing this family back. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

Tags: @sapphirebarnes | Let me know if you want to be tagged specifically for this series.

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An uncomfortable, dull ache adorned your lower abdomen when you woke you. Stirring in your bed, curling up into a ball against the sheets, you realize that your period has started. You tried to ignore the discomfort and quietly approach the bathroom– you wanted to handle it yourself without drawing too much attention.

As the morning progressed, the cramps grew worse and made it difficult to hide the pain. Wincing, you tried to stay distracted with toys, but even Peter was noticing something wasn’t right.

“Are you okay?” Pete asked, he pointed to your arms clutching around your stomach, concern etched in his features. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

Worried, Peter made it his mission to find either Steve or Bucky. “Papa? Daddy? I think something’s wrong with Tiny,” he said, taking Steve’s hand and leading him back to where you were sitting. 

Steve knelt beside you, a large hand reaching out to rub your back, his brow furrowed with concern. “Sweetie? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to explain. “I’m o-okay, Papa.” 

“Are you sure, baby?” Bucky asked, exchanging a worried glance with Steve. “You don’t look so good.” 

Tears began to fill your eyes, the pain becoming too much to bear. “My tummy hurts,” you finally admitted, quietly.

“Do we need to take you to the doctor?” Steve asked, his heart aching to see you in pain.

“No, it's just–” you sniffled, shaking your head. “It’s my period,” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Bucky’s face dawned with understanding, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s okay, Baby. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Should we call Auntie Nat? We can see if she’s free to come over.” 

Relieved at the thought of having Natasha here, you nodded. “Yes, please.” 

Within the hour, Natasha brought a comforting presence. She entered the living room to find you curled up on the couch, holding your stomach, and the two men looking on worriedly. 

“Hey there, sweets,” Nat softly said, sitting down beside you. “I hear you’re not feeling well.” 

The tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as you looked up at Nat, nodding toward her. “It hurts, Auntie Nat.” 

With a warm smile, Nat pulled a small bag out of her purse. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some things that will make it all better. Come on, let’s get you more comfortable.” 

Natasha held a heating pad against your stomach and helped you with some pain relief medication. In her bag, she also brought some snacks, sweet and salty. She gently stroked your hair while sitting beside you, and she spoke in a soothing voice– helping to distract you from the pain.

Watching gratefully from the kitchen, Steve and Bucky share a knowing look. You were in good hands, better hands than they could provide at this time. After preparing a light lunch, they brought it over to you and Nat.

“Thank you, Nat,” Steve said, his tone sincere as he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Anytime,” she replied, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m always here for my favorite little.” 

“Hey!” Peter shouted from the floor, where he was lying while watching the television. He sent an exaggerated pout toward Nat, crossing his arms over his chest. “What about me?” 

Natasha’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You know you’re my favorite big little,” she teased, giving him a playful wink, and taking a sip of coffee.

As the day went by, your cramps eased and you felt better knowing you had people around you who cared about you. Aunt Nat stayed for the majority of the day, keeping you company until you felt more like yourself again.

And, by the time you were tucked into bed, you felt much better. “Thank you, Papa. Thank you, Daddy.” you softly spoke, fighting back a yawn. “Thank you for calling Auntie Nat.” 

“Of course, Baby,” Bucky said, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “We’re always here for you, no matter what.” 

Nodding, Steve took your small hand in his, placing kisses against your knuckles. “And, you can always tell us anything, okay? We love you.” 

With a sleepy nod, you smiled. “I love you too.” 

You felt grateful for your family. And, as you drifted off to sleep, you knew no matter what they would always be there to support you.

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[angelbaby-fics]

for summer tea party! 🌼🌿👒

how about stucky with little reader who feels shy about asking for stuffies or toys, and both daddies just make her feel comfortable about asking for what she wants? 💓

ohhh this is so relatable 🥺 i always feel so bad asking for things so i totally get that 💕 199 words

you knew they'd say yes, but sometimes that just made it worse. it wasn't the fear of your daddies saying no that kept you from asking for things, it was the fear that they'd say yes so many times that they'd get sick of it after too long. so you made yourself smaller. you stopped asking for things you wanted, even things you needed. and your daddies took notice. steve was doing the family finances when he realized the toy budget that month had fallen significantly. at first he'd thought maybe there was nothing you'd wanted lately, but one look at your longing face during a toy commercial proved that theory wrong. "you want that, angel?" he asked, but you shook your head guiltily. "aw thats a shame, i think i want it!" your eyebrows shot up "you do?" "yeah, do you think i should buy it?" steve asked again, and you wondered what he was getting at, so this time you nodded. "i want you to be happy, dada." steve smiled. "i want you to be happy to, baby. so please don't ever feel bad asking for things you want, because making you happy makes me happy too."

you're invited to my summer tea party!

[orellazalonia]

A Little Mess Won’t Hurt

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]

Summary: Despite your love for the arts, you’ve always been hesitant to use your paint kits, watercolors, or anything that could make a mess. Your caregivers notice and help you try finger painting for the first time.

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: This is purely a self-indulgent kind of fic. More on the fluffier side, hopefully.

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You sit quietly on the couch, legs crossed beneath you, as you watch Steve work on his sketchbook. The pencil moves fluidly across the page, creating beautiful shapes, faces, and scenes. You’re mesmerized by how easily his hand moves, as if the paper were an extension of himself. His concentration makes him look so calm, so relaxed, and you wish you could do that too. Create something beautiful.

You reach over and grab your coloring book, your favorite one with intricate patterns of flowers and animals, and open it to the next unfinished page. You’ve always loved coloring, the neat lines and precise strokes, careful to stay inside the borders. But when you think about what Steve is doing and what Bucky sometimes does when he’s working with paints and clay, it makes your chest feel tight. You’ve never touched the paint kits or watercolor sets that Steve bought for you. It always feels like a line you’re afraid to cross.

Your fingers itch to try it. You know it’s fun. You’ve seen Bucky with his hands covered in clay and Steve covered in paint, laughing and smiling, their faces bright with joy. But the mess… the mess always brings memories you don’t like. The sharp words. The scolding. The fear of ruining something precious.

"Hey, kiddo, you done with your drawing?" Steve’s voice cuts through your thoughts. You blink, looking up at him. He’s watching you with soft eyes, a half-smile on his face. "You’re awfully quiet today."

You fidget with your coloring book, picking at the edges. "I’m just… coloring," You mumble, offering him a small smile.

Steve notices the way your gaze flicks back to his sketchbook, your eyes lingering on his pencil as it moves. He sets his book aside gently and leans closer, his voice tender but curious.

"You know," He starts, "I’ve got a new sketchbook in the other room. But it’s not the only way to make art."

Your heart skips a beat. You’ve heard them talk about painting before. About how messy it gets and how much fun it is. They thought you would like it. Bucky has even shown you his pottery and tried to convince you to join him in the studio once, but you always hesitated. The idea of making a mess, of getting dirty? It just felt wrong.

"I—" You pause, unsure how to explain. You tug at the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit. "I like… watching. But I don’t know if I could… do it."

Steve’s eyes soften as he tilts his head. "Do what, sweetheart?"

"Make a mess," You murmur, almost embarrassed.

The room falls into a quiet moment, Steve’s gaze turning understanding. He’s seen the way you’ve avoided the paints, the watercolors, the clay. He knows how much you love the idea of creating, anything to do with art. He can see it in your eyes every time you sit with your coloring book, every time you watch him draw. But he also knows there’s something holding you back. Something deeply rooted.

"You don’t have to be afraid of making a mess with us," Steve says gently. "You’re safe here. We’re not going to scold you for it. You don’t have to be perfect."

You glance up at him, your cheeks flushing. The words feel foreign, like they shouldn’t be said to you. But… they are. And the warmth in Steve’s voice makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could try.

"You sure?" You whisper.

Bucky, who has been quietly listening from the armchair, smiles softly and walks over to where you’re sitting. He crouches down to your level, his expression warm and inviting.

"I’ll even help you clean up after," He promises. "We can have a little messy play time, just the three of us. No judgment, no worries. Just fun."

Your heart flutters in your chest. The idea of it sounds fun. So much fun, in fact, that you can feel your fingers twitch with excitement. But the fear still clings to you. You don’t want to disappoint them too. You don’t want to make a mess at all.

Steve catches the look in your eyes and gives you a soft smile. "It’s okay if you don’t want to yet," He reassures calmly, "But I think you’ll enjoy it. Sometimes, making a little mess is how we make the best memories."

Bucky holds out his hand, "What do you say, kiddo? Wanna try it with us? You can start small. Just dip your fingers in a little bit of paint. We’ll take it slow."

You hesitate. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as you think, battling with the urge to try something new and the fear of failure. But then Steve places a gentle hand on your shoulder, the warmth of his touch calming you. "No pressure. If you don’t like it, we can always stop. But if you want to, we can make something really special."

You glance at Bucky, who’s still waiting patiently. He doesn’t look rushed or frustrated. He’s simply… waiting for you to decide. To trust them and that’s the push you need.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, just a little.

"I’ll try," Your voice barely audible.

Bucky’s smile grows, and he gently takes your hand, as he brings you to the dining table. Steve grabs some of the finger painting supplies and sets them down near you. The tray of paints now sits before you with a blank sheet of paper. The colors are so bright, so inviting, and for the first time, you feel a small wave of excitement wash over you. You slowly reach over, still hesitant but brave. Bucky’s voice remains light and reassuring.

"That’s it. Now, just a little dab," He encourages.

You dip your fingers into the paint, the cool sensation making your breath catch in your throat. And then, with a deep breath, you press your fingers to the paper.

It’s messy. It’s a little wild. But it’s also… freeing.

Steve watches you with pride, his gaze soft as you begin to explore the colors with more confidence. Bucky’s chuckles ring in the air as he joins you on another page, painting alongside you. The mess doesn’t seem so bad now. In fact, it’s kind of fun. And with Steve and Bucky by your side, it’s safe. There’s no judgment, no scolding. Just a loving space where you can make something beautiful, even if it’s a little messy.

The paint feels warmer now, smoother against your fingertips as you move your hand across the page. You make a bold swirl of yellow and green, your face lighting up with a quiet smile as you experiment with the colors. It’s not perfect, but that’s the best part. The colors bleed into one another in playful patterns, as if the paper itself is dancing with you.

Bucky glances, grinning as you explore. "That’s it, kiddo. Let it flow," He says, his voice filled with encouragement. He’s got a bit of red paint smeared on his cheek from his own work, but he doesn’t mind. "No rules. Just fun."

You glance at him, then at Steve, who’s already made a few broad strokes on his paper with a brush. The whole room feels lighter, almost fizzing with energy as the three of you work in a little creative chaos together.

Steve watches you with a fond smile, leaning in to dip his own brush into a deep purple. "There you go," He adds. "Look at that swirl. Looks like a rainbow already."

You tilt your head and glance at your page, and sure enough, the yellow and green you've painted already do look like the beginnings of a rainbow, the colors blending like the hues of a sunset.

The idea of a perfect painting slowly fades from your mind, and you start adding more colors, simply having fun with it. Maybe blue here, a touch of red there. Bucky and Steve occasionally encourage you, their voices soft but full of praise. The weight of your old anxieties begins to melt away. They never push you to do anything more than you’re ready for, and you find yourself taking more risks, adding blobs of color that you wouldn’t have dared to make a few minutes ago.

The first few smudges on your fingers did feel odd at first, but then you realize they aren’t that bad. You laugh when a bit of orange accidentally splatters onto the side of your cheek. Bucky chuckles too, and reaches over with a napkin to wipe it away. "Guess you’re really getting into it now."

You can’t help but laugh back, the sound light and airy, filling the room with the pure joy of finally letting go.

It’s so much fun—more than you thought it could be. You notice that the fear you had about messing up seems so small now. There’s a comforting warmth in knowing that Steve and Bucky are right there with you, sharing in the mess, the fun, and the art. No one’s looking to judge or critique, just to enjoy the moment together.

The hours pass quickly, the three of you laughing and creating. Before you know it, your page is a beautiful, colorful mess. It’s nothing like the neat, careful drawings you used to make. Instead, it’s a chaotic explosion of colors, shapes, and patterns that make your heart flutter. You didn’t have to hold back. You didn’t have to be perfect. And that’s exactly what made it perfect.

"Look at you," Steve’s voice is full of pride as he leans in to admire your work. "I think we’ve got ourselves an artist in the making."

Bucky grins, nudging you lightly with his shoulder; his tone full of love and approval. "You’ve got a real eye for this, you know."

You smile, a warm, contented feeling filling your chest. Your hands are a little sticky with paint, and your shirt has a few splatters too, but you don’t mind. You look over at Bucky and Steve, seeing their faces beaming with pride. You realize that it wasn’t just about making art. It was about trusting them enough to let go, to not be afraid of what could happen if things got messy.

As you finish the last few touches on your page, you feel a sense of accomplishment. Your masterpiece isn’t about following the rules or being perfect. It’s a reflection of you: creative, brave, and free.

Steve and Bucky glance over at each other and share a look, one of shared pride and understanding. They’re proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, for trusting them, and for making something beautiful in the process.

When the paintings are finally dry, Steve gathers them up carefully. "We’ll hang these on the fridge," He smiles when your face lights up. "We’ll put yours right at the top, where everyone can see."

Bucky nods, pulling you into a soft, affectionate hug. "You did so good, sweetheart. You made a mess, and you made art. That’s what it’s all about."

You snuggle into his arms, still grinning from ear to ear. It feels good. It feels right.

And for the first time, you don’t worry about what happens if things get a little messy. Because, in this moment, you realize that a little mess is part of the magic. Part of the fun. And no matter what mess happens, you’re safe enough to make it with the people who love you.

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🐮 steve rogers 🐮

das a bad word

steve swears in front of his baby for the first time. little!reader, gn!reader, hurt cg, implied swearing