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sebbypowell · 3 days ago

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WinterWidow's Family

Summary: Katie got into an argument with the man who took her in after what Hydra did to her. Bucky and Natasha find out what's really going on with Katie at school so they will pay a visit to the principal at the school.

Words: 5k

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, and bullying on social media

Part 2

"It wasn't my fucking fault! They came after me first!" Katie argued.

“That’s not the point, Katie!” Bucky retorted, his fingers running through his hair. “You got into a fight. Again! For the 5th time this month!”

Natasha sat quietly, watching the two of them argue like they were a married couple.

“They were making fun of me again!” Katie argued back “It’s not my fault they don’t know when to shut their mouths!”

“So you FIGHT them?!” Bucky questioned, “Do you not realize you can get into a lot of trouble for fighting? They could press charges, call your school, god you could get expelled!”

“OH LIKE I CARE! IT’S NOT EVEN LIKE I’M GOING TO FINISH HIGH SCHOOL!” Katie retorted with a scoff, leaning against the wall stubbornly.

“Katie!” Bucky yelled again, his patience growing thin. “Don’t give that BULLSHIT excuse! Of course you’re going to finish high school!”

“Oh yeah? Then how am I supposed to finish high school when I’m going to get put in jail for fighting?” Katie retorted back, crossing her arms over her chest “Oh wait! You both wouldn’t care if I got put in jail.”

Bucky was at his limit. He started to walk up to the girl, but Natasha placed a hand on his chest to hold him back. He paused for a moment before looking over at her.

“James, go cool down.” Natasha told him softly, “I’ll handle this.”

Bucky let out a low huff, his eyes locked on the teen for a moment longer before walking off to their room. As he did, Natasha turned her full attention toward the teen who continued to lean against the wall stubbornly.

"Do you really think we wouldn't care if you went to jail?" Natasha questioned, tilting her head at the girl slightly.

Katie looked up slightly, a stubborn look still on her face “Of course you wouldn’t, I’m just a stranger that’s been placed into your lives and all I do is cause trouble all the time.”

Natasha’s heart sank when she heard those words. She never knew Katie felt like this. To her, Katie was more than a stranger that was placed into their lives. But rather, she was family.

"Katie…" Natasha started, a sad look in her eyes, "You're not a stranger to us. You're family. You're our kid, and that’s never going to change.”

Katie looked away from the woman, looking down at her hands instead. "If I'm really your kid, then why do I still feel like a stranger in this house?" Katie asked quietly, her tone shaky.

Natasha was heartbroken more and more with every word that left the teen’s mouth. She never wanted Katie to feel like a stranger in their home, and now she’s finding out that the girl does from their constant bickering.

"Katie.. you are not a stranger in this home. You've never been." Natasha started “You-"

Just then, Bucky emerged from the hallway, stopping when he saw the two.

Bucky, who had now cooled down after a few minutes, realized the conversation between the two was getting pretty deep and emotional.

"Bad time?" He questioned awkwardly, a sheepish look on his face.

Natasha shot a look at him, a look that could almost say "shut up for a moment", and she continued her conversation with Katie.

"You have always belonged here. In this house and with us." Natasha said firmly, looking back at Katie whose gaze was still on the floor.

Katie was trying to blink away the tears that began to well in her eyes, but when Natasha continued, they began to fall.

"We wouldn't have adopted you if we saw you as a stranger. We love you, you are our kid."

When Bucky heard those last few words, he suddenly felt guilty about his previous outburst earlier.

Natasha slowly and carefully approached Katie who was now crying silently. She gently wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"You are our daughter, our kid, our family." Natasha whispered.

The next day

It was early in the morning. The sun had just started to rise, the sky being painted a beautiful shade of pink as sunlight slowly began to shine through the windows in Katie room. Though, it didn’t wake her up.

Natasha knocked on her door gently “Hey Katie, wake up. You’re gonna be late for school.”

When there wasn’t a response from Katie, Natasha slowly poked her head in the doorway. She noticed the girl’s form was still lying in bed, the blankets wrapped around her.

“Katie..?” She gently called out once again “It’s time to wake up dear.”

Natasha walked into the room hesitantly, her eyes falling onto the girls phone on her bed. She picked it up carefully, taking a glance at the screen and seeing it was on Instagram and her eyes widened.

"Bucky!!" she yelled.

Bucky came out from his and Natasha's room, a look of worry on his face. "What? What happened??"

"I need you to look at this." Natasha replied sternly, walking over to him with her phone.

She showed him the phone screen, the Instagram app opened and showing multiple comments. None of them were very pleasant at all.

Bucky looked down at the screen, reading over each comment. His eyes darkened the more he read. Whoever was bullying his kid, was in big trouble.

"Is Katie still asleep?" He questioned, his gaze shifting to the girl who was still peacefully sleeping in her bed.

"Yeah, I tried to get her up but she won't budge." Natsha answered, her eyes still on Katie. "I think after yesterday, she really doesn't want to go to school. Ima call Yelena over to watch her so we could go to the school and deal with this."

Bucky nodded silently, his eyes still on the girl. He knew that yesterday was a lot for her and now adding the comments she's been receiving and the fact that she was now refusing to go to school, it was not good.

"Alright.. we should be quick though. She needs us."

"I know.." Nat responded quietly before dialing Yelena's number on her own phone. She placed a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder before placing the phone up to her ear.

Yelena picked up quickly, a loud screech coming from the other side of the phone.

“Natasha! Oh my god, you will not believe this one time when I-”

“Yelena.”

“Oh. Right.”

Yelena could tell from the tone of Natasha’s voice that the situation was serious, and she immediately dropped her excited tone. “What's wrong?”

“We need you come here and watch Katie..” Natasha replied, her eyes still on Bucky.

Yelena was silent for a moment before speaking. “Did something happen? Is Katie ok?”

There was a moment of silence from Natasha as she let out a quiet sigh. “Physically she’s fine.. mentally though..” Natasha started quietly, “she’s not doing well. We’re gonna go to the school cause she’s being bullied. And after yesterday.. yeah.”

Yelena went silent again, absorbing the words Natasha said. "Someone's messing with my own niece?"

"Unfortunately," Natasha responded, a sad look in her eyes. "We're going to go to the school and deal with it, I just need you to watch her because I don't want her to be alone."

"Of course. I'll be there in a few." Yelena replied before hanging up the phone.

Bucky took deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair anxiously. He hated seeing Katie upset and unhappy, and the thought that she was being bullied on top of their argument from last night filled him with a type of anger he couldn’t describe. He knew they need to deal with it fast.

"Nat.. " Bucky started quietly, looking over at Natasha who still had a worried look on her face, “if I'm too rough with the people who've been bullying Katie.. just stop me."

Natasha gave Bucky a nod, her eyes locked with his. "Of course, but be careful with your strength James."

“I will.” Bucky replied with a firm nod.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from the front door followed by a voice. “Natasha! Bucky! I’m here!”

Natasha immediately went to the front door to let Yelena in, a small look of relief on her face as she did.

Yelena stepped into the apartment, a look of worry and anger on her face as well. She immediately noticed how the atmosphere changed when she entered.

“Where’s Katie?” She asked quietly, shutting the door behind her.

"In her room." Bucky stated, his voice sounding tight as he spoke. "She's still asleep. We're about to go deal with this whole thing.”

Yelena nodded firmly. “Good.. whoever’s been messing with my niece needs to get their ass kicked.”

“They’ll get much more than an ass kicking.” Bucky said lowly, crossing his arms over his chest and his jaw clenching.

Yelena looked over at Bucky, her eyes slightly wide at his tone. She hasn’t been there to see the whole thing but judging by how Bucky was acting, it was bad.

Natasha seemed to noticed the look Yelena was giving Bucky and looked over at him as well. “James..” she started “Calm down.”

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“Sorry..” he mumbled as he opened his eyes again “It’s just.. the things I read on her phone, Nat, it was awful. And I’m going to make sure whoever did it gets every damn ounce of payback.”

Natasha gave him a nod, a sad look in her eyes. “I know, but I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

Yelena then stepped in, crossing her arms over her chest. “Nat’s right. You going absolutely ham on the poor souls might seem a little over kill.”

Bucky looked over at Yelena, a glare in his eyes “Oh I don’t think it’s over kill. I think it’s what they deserve.”

Natasha gave him a sharp look, her eyes slightly narrowed. “James.. we don’t know everything that's going on. We do this in a smart and calm manner.”

Bucky let out a quiet huff of frustration before biting his tongue. He knew Natasha was right. This needed to be done as smoothly and as calmly as possible. Otherwise it wouldn’t get any better.

“Fine. I’ll.. I’ll calm down. I won’t do anything stupid.” He replied.

“Good.” Natasha responded firmly, giving the man a nod.

Natasha turned her attention back to Yelena, her expression growing serious again. “We won’t be long at the school. Katie might be up by the time we’re back.”

Yelena nodded in understanding, her features growing a bit stern. “Alright. Go deal with this.”

. . .

Bucky and Natasha made their way inside the school with a determined and stern expression. The school building itself was fairly big. There were a few students walking around, mostly heading to class.

Bucky looked around the hallway, his eyes scanning the place. He was trying to figure out where the principal’s office was.

Natasha, who was currently walking beside him, noticed this and placed a hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. “Office is that way.” She pointed down one hallway.

Bucky nodded silently, his eyes still glancing around. “Got it.”

They started to make their way towards the office. Students who passed by them either just simply minded their own business and kept walking, or they glanced at the two and gave the couple a look of both fear and awe.

Bucky and Natasha didn’t pay them any mind. They had a mission.

Soon they arrived at the large office doors. Bucky put a hand on one of the door’s handle and opened it without knocking, walking in followed by Natasha.

When they entered, the secretary sitting by the front desk immediately looked up, her eyes growing wide as she saw the two.

“C-can I help you?” she stuttered out, clearly intimidated by their presence as she sat up a bit straighter in her chair.

“Yes, we’d like to see the principal please.” Natasha responded in a firm yet polite tone, her eyes scanning the woman in front of her.

The secretary was silent for a moment, visibly gulping before nodding quickly and pointing to the door on the other side of the small waiting area.

“P-principal is through there. Second door to the left.” she said quietly.

Bucky and Natasha both nodded, giving the woman a silent thank-you before walking towards the door and opening it.

They walked inside the principal’s office, closing the door behind them. The principal, a middle-aged man whose nameplate on his desk read “Mr. Johnson”, looked up at them with mild surprise.

“Hello, how can I help-“ he started to say before he cut himself off, clearly recognizing the two who just walked into his office.

His eyes widened a bit in surprise and a hint of slight fear. “Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. My, this a surprise. What brings you two here?”

Both Bucky and Natasha kept their expressions serious as they stood in front of the man’s desk. It was quiet for a moment, the atmosphere in the office growing tense before Bucky spoke up.

“We’re here because we need to discuss something about our daughter.”

Mr. Johnson’s eyes widened a bit further, clearly not expecting the two avengers to be having any problems. He quickly composed himself before sitting up a bit in his seat.

“Very well, what seems to be the problem?” he questioned, his expression growing a bit serious.

Natasha clenched her jaw slightly as she tried to keep her temper under control.

“I think you already know the problem, sir.” she spoke, her tone growing a bit sharp.

Mr. Johnson’s expression turned to one of mild confusion. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking abou-“ he started to speak before Bucky cut him off.

“Cut the bullshit. We know those bastard students and teachers have been bullying our kid.” Bucky said firmly, his voice low and cold.

Mr. Johnson was completely silent for a few moments, clearly caught off guard with Bucky's words and tone.

He tried to start up a response, “…I.. I’m sure you’re mistaken-”

“Do we look like we’re mistaken?” Natasha cut him off, her expression now stern.

Mr. Johnson quickly shut up, looking between the two, both were basically glaring right at him. He could see that there was no room to lie or argue this matter.

Bucky took another step forward, his hands clenching into fists at his side, “You’re seriously gonna sit there and act like you haven’t noticed the students and staff treating our daughter like she’s just some charity case, mocking her name, picking on her, insulting her-“

Natasha placed another hand on his shoulder as a silent gesture to try to keep him calm.

Mr. Johnson was watching Bucky's expression, his words, and his body language. He was clearly not pleased with what he was hearing.

“Alright.. look, Mr. Barnes, Mrs. Barnes, I promise I’ll look into this matter. I-”

Natasha interrupted him with a sigh, her patience running a bit thin. “With all due respect sir, we would like this to be dealt with now. Not a week or two weeks from now.”

Mr. Johnson quickly snapped his mouth shut after hearing Natasha's words, swallowing the lump in his throat silently.

He was quiet for a moment, thinking over what to do. He obviously didn’t want to deal with the two powerful Avengers in front of him.

“Well-“ he started, “-there really isn’t much I can do. There’s a protocol-“

Bucky scoffed and gave the man a cold look, “Screw the protocol.”

Mr. Johnson shut his mouth and didn’t speak for a few moments, Bucky’s words clearly intimidating him further.

He then spoke up in a quiet voice, “I promise I’ll get this matter solved as soon as I can-“

Natasha let out a loud scoff, her patience running thin. “We don’t want it ‘solved as soon as you can.’ We want it solved, period. Today.”

Mr. johnson could tell there was no arguing against the two. He held eye contact with them for a few moments longer before slumping his shoulders and letting out a defeated sigh.

“Very well, I’ll have a meeting with the problematic students’ parents as well as the teachers who have been.. mistreating your daughter. And I’ll handle the whole situation from there.”

Bucky and Natasha were quiet, their expressions still stern as they kept eye contact with the man. They needed to make sure he wasn’t bullshiting, that he wouldn’t just lie about what he just said.

Mr. Johnson began to feel uncomfortable under their gaze and broke eye contact, looking down at his desk.

“May I ask…” he started quietly, pausing for a moment, “What exactly is the full extent of this ‘mistreatment’?”

Bucky gritted his teeth a bit in anger before speaking in a low tone, “Well, she’s been getting called nasty names and insults. They’ve been making her feel bad and outcasted. They’ve been mocking her physical features and just her in general.”

Natasha glanced over at Bucky before looking back at the man, “Not to mention the teachers who’ve been calling her ‘a charity case’.”

"Well, she is from the baddest group in the world. Hydra." Mr. Johnson said.

Bucky’s eyes instantly went cold at the man’s words. Suddenly, his hands clenched into tight fists at his side, his shoulders and back going tense.

“What did you say?” he asked lowly.

Mr. Johnson was immediately caught off guard with the man’s shift in expression and tone. He tensed a bit, a bit of nervousness filling him.

“Well, your daughter is from Hydra-“ he started.

Bucky cut him off with a deep glare before he could finish, “I heard what you said.” he started, taking a step forward and leaning forward a bit to look down at the man, “But I’m going to repeat my question. What. Did. You. Say?”

Mr. Johnson tensed up further, a look of slight fear in his eyes as he replied, “S-she’s from the organization Hydra..”

Bucky’s entire body went rigid, his jaw clenching tight. It took a lot for him to keep himself composed.

Natasha noticed this and quickly placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him, despite her own expression growing cold and stoic.

“She’s not ‘from Hydra’.” Bucky said firmly, his eyes narrowing at the principal. “She’s a victim of Hydra, so don’t you dare try to associate her with those bastards.”

Mr. Johnson was silent for a few moments, looking back and forth between the two. He was clearly caught off guard with Bucky’s harsh tone and words.

He quickly collected himself and tried to speak, “Yes.. o-of course, I didn’t mean it that way..”

Natasha narrowed her eyes further. The principal’s choice of words clearly didn’t help the situation and only made Bucky’s anger worse.

Bucky’s glare hardened at the man’s response, his face turning a bit red.

“If it weren’t illegal I’d knock your damn teeth out.” he said lowly, taking another step forward.

Natasha clenched her jaw. She could tell that Bucky was getting close to snapping. She placed both hands on his shoulder, trying to calm him.

“Buck..” she said lowly, keeping her voice calm but firm, “Calm down, please.”

Bucky’s expression stayed the same, his hands clenching to the point where his knuckles turned white.

“I am calm.” he snapped lowly, his eyes staying trained on the principal.

Natasha knew he was just lying, but for now she decided to let the situation play out.

“It appears to me you’re not.” Mr. Johnson said quietly, a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice.

That made Bucky’s eyes flash, his expression growing darker. He wanted nothing more than to lunge over the desk and grab that man by his collar.

Natasha gritted her teeth a bit, silently frustrated with how much the situation was escalating.

“Listen here, I will say this again, and you better listen carefully.” Bucky said firmly, taking another step forward, towering over the man.

Mr. Johnson was a bit taken back, looking up at Bucky's deadly expression and cold glare.

“She wasn’t raised by HYDRA, she was a hostage of HYDRA.” Bucky continued, “And if you so much as make another comment like that again, I swear to god -“

Mr. Johnson was speechless, fear filling him. He could see that Bucky was serious. His glare and cold dark eyes made it obvious.

Natasha was watching the scene in front of her. Her heart was starting to pound in her chest. Her expression was still stern, but her chest was tightening with anxiety from seeing Bucky practically seconds away from snapping.

Mr. Johnson grabbed his phone and called security.

Both Bucky and Natasha heard movement out in the hallway. It was security coming.

Natasha quickly put a hand on Bucky’s arm, pulling him back a bit and standing right beside him. “That’s enough Bucky.” she warned lowly, even though she was on the edge herself.

Bucky’s expression was still angry, but he knew that she was right. He stepped back from the desk, his fists still clenched tight.

The security guard came in, looking between the principal and the couple.

Mr. Johnson was holding himself together somewhat, but he was still clearly shaken.

He gave the guard a small nod, silently telling him what he needed to do.

The guard then turned to Bucky and Natasha, “I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.” he said firmly, gesturing to the door.

Mr. Johnson stood up. "I'm sorry, but your daughter deserves it. If you don't like it then she doesn't come here."

Bucky’s eyes instantly became cold when the man spoke.

Natasha clenched her jaw, her expression not showing it but she was seething on the inside.

"Excuse me?" she questioned, her voice growing cold.

Bucky’s body was tense and rigid. It took everything in him not to jump over the desk and beat the principal to a pulp.

Mr. Johnson looked at Natasha, his expression turning to confidence. He was probably getting a kick out of this.

“You heard me. If you don’t want your daughter having to deal with some comments and ‘mistreatment’ as you put it, maybe she shouldn’t come here.” he said, a tone of mockery in his voice.

Bucky let out a low scoff, his jaw clenching tight. He really did not like the man in front of him.

Natasha’s expression grew stern and cold at his words. Her heart was pounding in her chest from anger. She didn’t exactly have the best control over herself when she was angry.

“Are you threatening us?”

Mr. Johnson leaned forward, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Threaten? No, I’m just giving you a choice.” he started, his voice sarcastic. “Let your daughter continue to be ridiculed and tormented by other students and staff, or don’t bring her here at all.”

By this point, that statement made Bucky practically see red. His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were white.

Natasha’s hands clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her skin. She was about to snap herself, but her priority right now was keeping Bucky together.

“Bucky..” she said lowly, trying to get his attention.

However he didn’t hear her. Instead he let out a scoff, his expression growing darker.

“You’re out of your goddamn mind.” he said lowly.

The guards both grabbed Bucky by his arms and grabbed Natasha by her wrists. They forcefully pulled the two out of the room.

Natasha’s face was still stern and cold, but she didn’t offer any protest as she was dragged out.

Bucky, however, was furious. He struggled against the guards pulling him out of the office, his eyes filled with anger.

The guards continued pulling them out, practically having to drag Bucky since he was fighting against the hold they had on him.

“Get your goddamn hands off of me, you assholes.” Bucky growled, still struggling to get out of their grips.

The guards paid no mind to Bucky’s words, continuing to pull him and Natasha towards the front doors, their grips on the two tight.

Natasha was relatively calm, but only because she was focusing on making sure Bucky didn’t snap and attack the guards.

Bucky was fuming at this point. These men were forcefully dragging him and his wife out of a building like they were common criminals.

He continued to struggle against the guards, trying to break free from their grasps without going too far as to attack them. "Nat, they have the serum in them."

Natasha clenched her jaw, her expression turning a bit frustrated. "Don't." she warned lowly, shooting him a firm glare.

She was frustrated too, especially with the fact that she was being escorted out of the building by force, but the last thing they needed was for Bucky to fight the guards. The situation would easily escalate, and he’d most likely get arrested.

. . .

They were both silent during the car ride home. The only exception for Bucky’s low grumbles and muttered curses.

Once home, Bucky parked in the driveway before shutting the jeep off, sitting in the driver's seat in complete silence and clenching the wheel tight.

Natasha was quiet too, her expression stoic but her mind was running at a million miles an hour. Their daughter’s principal was a complete ass bag.

The entire situation was just so stressful. It had all escalated so quickly and neither of them saw it coming.

Natasha then turned to look over at Bucky. He looked pissed.

Bucky was seething. His knuckles were white from how hard he was clenching the steering wheel.

He was struggling to contain his anger. All he could think about was that goddamn principal and how he just told them to either send their daughter to a school where she’d be ridiculed and ostracized, or not at all.

Natasha was about to speak, but Bucky beat her to it.

"I am this close to snapping Nat.” he said lowly, looking at her. “I want to beat that man senseless. That damn principal is lucky I didn’t rip his throat out when I was in that room." Bucky then got out of the jeep.

Natasha’s mouth snapped shut at Bucky’s words. Her expression was a bit surprised.

She followed his lead and climbed out of the jeep, walking up to him as he slammed the door.

"I know you’re pissed, I am too… just.." she started, her voice firm but soft at the same time, "do not do anything stupid."

Bucky’s face stayed stoic, his hands clenching to fists.

"I’m not making any promises.” he said lowly, before walking towards the front door.

Natasha was silently frustrated at his words, but she kept her cool, following behind him and entering the house.

Once they were inside, Bucky shut the door behind them and walked over to Katie's bedroom.

Natasha’s expression was still stern and frustrated, but she followed Bucky silently, standing behind him as he approached their daughter’s bedroom door.

Bucky saw Yelena sitting at Katie's desk.

Yelena looked up from her laptop just as Bucky and Nat walked in. She noted the frustrated expressions on their faces instantly, immediately knowing something was up.

"Is everything okay?" she question, her expression slightly concerned as she shut the laptop closed and turned her chair towards them.

Bucky’s expression stayed blank, his expression cold.

Natasha’s was the same, although she did offer a small tired sigh before she spoke.

"Katie’s principal was an absolute ass today.." she muttered, crossing her arms. "Looks like she's still sleeping."

Yelena's brows furrowed slightly at her words. "What happened?" she asked, rising from her seat and walking over to them.

Bucky was still stoic, his expression showing no hint of emotion.

Natasha sighed, "he basically threatened that we either keep sending Katie to school where she’ll get ridiculed and treated like a black sheep for the rest of the year or don’t send her in at all."

Yelena's expression was one of disbelief at what she had just been told.

"Are you serious?" she questioned, a slight hint of anger in her voice.

Natasha nodded, her expression growing dark.

Bucky just stayed silent, his knuckles clenched tight and white.

Katie shifted in her bed a bit, slowly opening her eyes.

She looked over to the three and instantly knew that they were all upset.

"Mom, dad? ..Aunt Yelena?" she questioned tiredly.

Natasha’s expression softened when she spoke, some of the anger fading just from hearing her voice.

"Hey baby.." she sighed, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. "We're gonna take you out of school. For good."

Katie’s eyes widened in response, her body instantly becoming alert.

"What..? Why?.." she said, sitting herself up and looking at the three of them.

Bucky walked over to her bed and sat on the other side, a stern expression on his face.

"Because the principal is a dumbass and decided to threaten us." he started, his voice stern but gentle, "he pretty much told us to either send you back to that school and allow the other kids to bully and torment you for the rest of the year… or to not send you at all.”

"What.." Katie muttered, her expression a bit shocked. Her heart started pounding in her chest as she was given the two options.

Natasha’s jaw clenched. She didn’t like either of the choices.

Yelena was still standing beside the bed, a slight look of disbelief on her face. "What a prick…" She muttered.

Bucky’s eyes darkened. Anger still bubbled within him.

Natasha sighed in frustration before speaking, “I’m sorry baby..” she started, giving her daughter an apologetic look. “But we aren’t dealing with another year of those kids tormenting you.”

“B-but.. what am I supposed to do then..?” Katie questioned, her eyes filled with worry.

Bucky and Natasha exchanged worried and silent glances between each other. Neither of them knew how to answer the question.

#bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #dadbucky #winterwidow #sebastian stan #scarlett johansson #momnatasha #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fandom #yelena belova #florence pugh

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oh-to-be-a-murderer · 7 months ago

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Then can I push someone and then hear it? Pleaseeeeeeee?

Whoever is currently baby sitting me is doing a horrendous job, I just (almost) jumped off a roof. (Because i wanted to hear what bones crushing would sound like... yes)

The roof thing seems unrelated to the babysitter. And do not jump off of the roof or any other high surface.

Who's watching you?

#marvel #winter soldier #dadbucky

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tonydadisbestdad · 5 years ago

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Making Her Cry

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Bucky

Word Count: 2,116

Request by anon: hi could you maybe write something where the reader is bucky’s daughter + dating peter and peter says/does something really stupid that makes her cry and bucky’s ready to kick some ass?

A/N: Sorry it took so so so long. I haven’t been able to catch time to sit down and bang this out. Anyway, here’s something a little different than I’ve done before. I never thought of dad Bucky to reader tbh. Enjoy.

Also ignore the excessive spacing because I DO NOT KNOW WHY IT LOOKS LIKE THIS and I ain’t fixing it.

When you and Peter started dating, it was a dream come true. As the years progressed, things started getting exceedingly more difficult. You’d been together for 4 years (longer if you considered the snap). High school had passed now and you were two years into college.

Between classes, Peter being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to New York, and you dealing with top secret missions with the team, well, things weren’t exactly getting any easier.

Plus the fact that your dad, James Buchanan Barnes, did not like Peter did not help either.

But even with all the bad, the two of you still tried to have a date a week.

Except you were currently going on your fourth week in a row that Peter’s blown your date off. Normally, you’d understand but this time felt different. You’d waited an hour at the restaurant in the city you’d picked. Always giving leeway, you waited. When an hour hit you called him. It rang once before going to voicemail.

Which was strange to you. It meant he either had his phone in hand and rejected the call, or he was in his suit and he didn’t have his a.i. tell you he was unavailable. Either way, it meant that he rejected your call.

You wouldn’t have minded so much if he’d just let you know somehow what was happening. But as you called again and again, the same thing happened. The phone would ring and you’d be sent to voicemail. Sometimes it rang longer or shorter, but the end result was voicemail. You even texted him, but still nothing came back.

It hurt, and you tried to understand something was going on but something in the back of your mind was causing you doubt.

You ordered dinner for yourself and went back to the tower. You checked to see if Peter was there, but you didn’t find him. So, you went and changed before going to bed. Hoping your boyfriend was alright.

The next morning you were eating breakfast alone, when a fairly happy Peter walked in. His face fell upon seeing you.

You looked away from him, deciding to give him the cold shoulder ass he did you the night before.

“H-Hey Y/N,” he greeted, rubbing the back of his neck.

You continued ignoring him, you didn’t want to start yelling and lose your cool so quickly.

“Come on, don’t give me the cold shoulder, I can explain…” he went over and sat across from you.

You looked at him again, letting the hurt show. “No answers, no calls, no texts… nothing Peter. So, please tell me what I did to deserve to be stood up for a fourth week in a row and without even receiving an excuse this time!” So much for not flipping your lid, you thought to yourself.

He looked like a kicked puppy but you felt like he was stomping on your heart.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer… or get back to you… something came up and I forgot and I didn’t answer because I didn’t have time to talk… if I remembered it was supposed to be date night I wouldn’t have ignored you.”

“Only if you remembered it was date night?” You countered. “So it’s alright to ignore me any other time is it?!”

He winced. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

“But that’s what you just said. So please, tell me what was so important that you couldn’t even just send me a quick text, hm?”

As he sat there, your lashing out made him realize that no, he didn’t have a good excuse.

You rolled your eyes at his silence. Shaking your head you stood. “What the fuck are we even doing if you can’t even tell me we have to change a date again? If you didn’t want to be with me I'd rather you have said it than stand me up and let me sit in a place for over an hour alone.” The tears slid down your cheeks before you could stop them.

He called after you as you rushed off. When he didn’t follow after you, you just assumed that what you said was true. That he didn’t want to be dating you anymore. It hurt terribly so and had you sobbing on your way back to your room.

Peter’s eyes and chest were filled with panic, his spider sense was raging in the back of his skull. He’d gotten up to go after you, but was stopped short as Bucky round the corner from the hall you hadn’t just gone down.

His glare was hard. Peter had been on the end of his glare plenty, your father hated him, but this glare was murderous. And Peter knew, if Bucky wanted to end his life he would without a care in the world. He’d hide his body and no one would ever find him. Super villains be damned, none of his foes were as killer as your dad was.

Bucky waited until he heard your door shut. The sounds of your sobs as you ran down the hall broke his heart and urged his rage on.

“M-Mr. Barnes…,” Peter started, backing up slowly, ready to run if he needed to.

“Parker,” Bucky ground out, taking a step towards your boyfriend.

“P-please just… let me explain before you attack…”

“Seems to me like you didn’t want to explain to Y/N, so why should I give you a chance to make up some lie that you’ll beg me to believe? Why shouldn’t I strangle the life out of you this very second for making my little girl cry and feel like she’s worth nothing to you, hm?” He stalked closer. “Because I am this close,” he pinched his fingers of his non-flesh arm together in front of Peter’s face. “To knocking your jaw off your face.”

“I-I know I don’t deserve it b-but I lied to her… b-because if-if I told her the truth I’d really ruin everything…”

“Do you think that matters to me? You made Y/N cry. Truth or lies… Ha, like I care. Seems your truth would have screwed everything up either way, so why should I even give you a chance?”

Peter’s panic rose to it’s breaking point as Bucky had gotten even closer to him and in his face. He looked away from the man, wincing. “I-I was gonna propose.” His words came out quickly.

Bucky was almost sure he didn’t hear him correctly, “What?”

Seeing a chance with the surprise he laid on your father he continued. “I was gonna ask Y/N to marry me but I was panicking, which made me late, but then Rhino was causing trouble not far from the restaurant and so I went and well while I was dealing with him I lost the ring and kept sending Y/N to voicemail because I knew if I answered she’d know something was majorly wrong and-and I just couldn’t deal with having to handle her being super disappointed with me for missing another date when I was literally scouring 3 blocks of the city to find the ring. And I couldn’t tell her all that because I didn’t want to ruin something that was supposed to be more than just a date I-I couldn’t, but I-I didn’t think she’d think it was because I don’t want to be with her, so please, let me go talk to her at the least before you strangle me to death or whatever torture you want to put me through because I need her to know how sorry I am.”

Bucky barely caught more than 10 words of what Peter said. He was going to propose to you. He wanted to marry his little girl and he hadn’t even asked him. Of course, Bucky knew why, he’d just say no because of how much he hated Peter. But he could at least have the decency to have tried before doing it.

The moment was tense and quiet. Neither man wanting to break the silence.

But Bucky finally did. He grabbed the front of Peter’s shirt. “As much as I hate you… Go fix this, because I won’t be responsible for taking her happiness away if you’re what makes her happy.” He released Peter. “But I swear to God. Make her cry ever again and we’ll be having a much different conversation.”

Peter took the chance. “Thank you!” He ran off towards your room and knocked on your door.

You’d been curled up in your bed crying. When you heard the knocking at your door you wondered why he was coming now, so after the fact.

“Y/N please answer! I’m sorry I didn’t come after you right away! Your dad cornered me! Please just let me explain everything!”

You got up and opened the door. You wiped at the tears on your face. “Just go Peter, we don’t need to talk about any of this… If we’re done, we’re done…”

“We are not done, He answered quickly. “I never want us to be done. I love you. I love you with everything I’ve got and I’m sorry for everything. I never meant for my lie to make it seem like I don’t love you. I… I’m gonna tell you the truth because nothing can be worse than you thinking we are somehow breaking up… or that I don’t want to be with you… It killed me last night to blow you off… I was freaking out and running late because of it and I ran into Rhino and I-I lost something really important that I needed and I couldn’t answer you because I knew you’d know something was wrong and you know I don’t have a filter when I’m freaking out about something and I didn’t want to spill what I was doing because I didn’t want to ruin anything…” He took a breath as he watched your face for any kind of reaction. He rubbed the back of his neck.

You look was rather unforgiving. You didn’t want anymore lies from him. Nor did you care about his truth now. He’d hurt you either way. Even just for making you believe that’s what he wanted when he didn’t follow you.

“I would have gotten here sooner to explain,” he rambled on as if he was reading your mind. “But your dad started threatening me in the kitchen and I couldn’t get away until I explained it all to him. Doesn’t it mean something that he let me come find you to explain? You know he’s been waiting for a chance like this…”

You rolled your eyes. “How do I know you’re notl lying to me right now?”

“You can’t,” he said truthfully. “But you can talk to your dad later. Right now I need to know we’re okay. I need you to know how much I love you.” He took a step closer to you.

You took a step back.

“Y/N,” He said quietly. “I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to.”

“Do it then.” You weren’t sure why you said it, but you wanted him to work for your forgiveness.

He didn’t even hesitate, which surprised you slightly. You knew he had to be serious, so you asked the question nagging you.

“What happened that you didn’t want to answer me?”

His nerves began to get to him, but he still managed to dig in his pockets. “I lost something that I needed and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had but I needed what I lost so I had to search 3 streets to find it. And I lied this morning because I still didn’t want to ruin it. But no chance do I want to break-up. I love you. And if… if you can forgive me…” He switched to be on one knee instead of two. The ring in his palm to be between his fingers. “If you can forgive me, would you marry me?”

Your eyes widened and it felt like your heart stopped. Tears sprung back into your eyes.

He was looking at you with such a worried look, he didn’t want to lose you.

You could feel it. You sunk to your own knees and hugged him tightly.

His arms wound around you, like he’d lose you if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Peter,” you said. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Man,” Your father’s voice said from down the hall. “I was really hoping you’d say no! Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”

You and Peter both chuckled softly.

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I want my mommy!

I want my Mommy!

“I want my mommy!” “I want your mommy too bud”

> Pairing | Dadbucky! X Fem!MomReader (Son Henry Barnes)

> reader is y/n

>Pure Fluff, and nonsense

>Word Count | 1.6k

>Warnings | Fluff, Son crying, Slight Jealousy, Bucky being dad, reader is a busy mom, Dilf vibes (Idk what else warning is in this story please let me know if I missed some).

Bucky's wife decided to continue her career, after taking a break to be a full time wife and mother. One day she was too busy to cater for her son and asked his dear husband to take over.

(this is my first story that I will ever upload. Please be gentle its my first time, I proof read this so any mistakes are made by me and myself only).

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED, RE-UPLOADED IN ANY OTHER WEBSITES. (can be shared though thank you) ENJOY -JD

“Babe I’m stuck at work right, could you possibly pick up Henry at school?” She said through the phone with her husband. She just went back to work last week and ever since, before she was consistent in picking her son up at school but today wasn’t the day for that being stuck in the hospital with few new cases to examine being a radiologist.

“Of course doll, I’ll pick him up and go to lunch. He could stay here at my office” his husband James “Bucky” Barnes. Meet at the same hospital she works at now, when he once had an appointment to get his left arm checked out. He also checked out the girl in the radiology department.

“Thanks babe, I’ll finish early so that I could make dinner for tonight”

“No worries my wife, I’ve only picked my boy up a few times. I kind of want to spend time with him, kinda stressed and all” he answered and finished the conversation by saying'' I love you.

Six years ago Bucky met the love of his life and ever since that one appointment, he made sure to lock that girl up and make her his. Two years into the relationship they tied the knot and had a family of their own. Y/n her wife decided to stop working for the first few years of Henry's life but since she didn’t want to waste her education she decided to go back to work hence the mixed schedules.

——at school

The bell rings indicating preschoolers are now coming out of their classes in a straight line walking out the front doors of the school being led by their teachers.

Bucky saw his son right away running out of the building. Being this blue eyed brown haired little boy who has his mothers features and fathers charisma, Bucky smiled at his boy and waved at him.

The boy seeing him right away halted from running and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He slowly approached his dad. “Where’s mama?” He asked looking around not even acknowledging his father that is right in-front of him.

He took his things from his hands and kneeled down to be in direct eyesight of his son.

“Mr, Barnes it’s so good seeing you back here” one of Henry’s teachers approached him and he gave a small smile in response. Teachers flirted with James, of course they would. I mean this man is a total DILF. But you weren’t worried as much because knowing that this man is yours and only yours and he knows that as well. He on the other hand is the jealous or more so possessive type of guy. Like this one time where it was an event at Henry’s school, the meeting of teachers per se. One of the parents who was a single-dad approached you, not knowing that you were with your husband. He was clearly flirting with you, sweet talking putting his hands at the small part of your back. But you didn’t think any of it. Bucky on the other hand saw it all and almost ripped the guys head apart when he saw how that man was staring at your behind. If the situation wasn’t in a room filled with parents and children he would have gouged that man’s eyes out. But instead he came up to you with your son and wrapped his hands possessively around your waist and kissed your temple. In the corner of his eye he could see the man glaring at him.

“I’m Bucky, y/n’s husband” he introduced himself.

“I see there's no Mrs. Barnes around?” The female teacher said, looking around for the wife. Bucky stood up holding his son's hands “are you two—not in good terms anymore James?” Her tone turned into a flirtatious one.

“It’s Mr. Barnes for you Miss Connell—And no we are more than on good terms, my lovely wife is out making huge dough for our family, can never be more thankful.” He simply replied and walked away giving a last smug smile at his son's teacher.

“Papa, where's Ma?“ His son's Brooklyn accent is evident, making Bucky smile. “Mama has work bud,” he replied. “No you're lying” he said with a teasing tone and ran towards the car specifically opening the front passenger seat to check if you're really not there.

James walked to his son as he climbed up the passenger seat and checked behind and started crying.. “buddy momma has work remember she brought you there last week?” He said, trying to wipe his son's tears.

“But she always picks me up! Momma!” He continued crying and Bucky couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little guy being so used to being with his mom.

“I want my mommy!” Henry rarely throws fits but today was different. He wanted his mommy.

“I want your mommy too bud” he said trying to carry his son out of the passenger seat into the back to lock him in his car seat. Henry hasn’t stopped crying which made Bucky’s heart ache more. Bucky is a patient father and waited for his son to calm down. He started the car and drove back to his office. “Hey buddy let’s have lunch and go to my office okay?” He asked when Henry had somehow calmed down..”will momma be there?” The boy innocently asked.

“Buddy momma won’t be there” he said looking at his son through the rear view mirror. His son pouted and looked at the window wiping his tears away with his little hands, sniffing and looking like he just lost the love of his life, this little man. Bucky thought to himself, this boy is going to steal my wife from me and I’ll let him.

Situated at his office, Bucky was at his table typing something in his laptop while glancing at his son who was playing something on the couch in-front of his table, he looked at his watch, 2:50pm.

“Hey buddy why don’t we try and call mama?” He asked and the boys head perked up and that huge smile similar to Bucky appeared. Bucky stood up from his desk and walked towards his son, dialling his wife's number.

Bucky sat down at the sofa, Henry sitting on his lap waiting for you to answer.

“Hello?” She answers

“Momma!!” He screams through the phone and Bucky can’t help but smile, also knowing that you were smiling on the other side of the line.

“Mi amore! How are you?” She asked her voice sounded more happier

“I'm good momma, you didn’t pick me up” he said putting his arm around his dads neck.

“I'm sorry baby, Mommy has been kind of busy today, but daddy’s with you isn’t that fun?”

“Yes! We ate McDonald’s momma!” His son continued to talk about his day with his dad and contentment and warmth can be felt in Bucky's heart.

“Okay baby, mommy needs to go now. Can you be a good boy and give the phone back to daddy?” She had to say that because Henry has a habit of just hanging up the phone before giving it back.

“Okay” he simply said, giving it back to his dad.

“Hey honey” she started

“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” He asked

“I’m good, hearing my boys voices changed my mood completely, thank you”

——at home

He parked his car in front of their home. Entering the house the savoury smell of food from the kitchen filled the home. Bucky puts his and his sons' things down and announces their presence.

“Honey I’m home” he said and in chorus his lovely wife appeared from the corner of the entryway of the home, wearing her signature messy bun look, in comfy but classy house clothes and an apron.

“My boys,” she said, kneeling down and waiting for her son to run towards her. “Momma!” He squealed whilst running towards his mom who he dearly missed. She stood up with her son still in her arms, wrapping his arms and legs around her mother.

“I missed you baby, miss me that much won’t even let go of me?” She jokingly asks as his son puts his head in the crook of his mom's neck, whilst Bucky watches in awe of how beautiful his family has become. He slowly approached his wife.

“Hey handsome” she said pulling on his tie to make him come closer and kissed his lips, they both smiled.

“How are you?” She asked, he wrapped his arms around them and put his head on the vacant side of his wife’s neck slowly swaying. “My boys missed me that much,huh?”

“Uhmhhm” they both said

After dinner and putting Henry to sleep, both Bucky and Y/n were getting ready for bed in the bathroom. As she was removing her jewellery she felt two strong hands wrapping around her middle and a head nesting on her shoulders.

“I love you- you know that?” He asked and she just smiled and turned around to face his husband.

“I know, and I love you too..” she said, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“I need one more,” he said, his wife’s forehead scrunched and eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”.

“Hopefully a girl, cause that boy already has you I need my girl.” He said

“Are you suggesting what, I think you are Mister Barnes?” She said smirking up at him

“What if I was Missus Barnes?—Would it be so bad?”

“Well if we don’t start now..” and she didn’t have to say anything more than that, immediately lifted her from her feet and brought her to their bed and made another one.

#bucky x reader #marvel #dadbuckyxreader #fluff oneshot #bucky barnes #husband bucky

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