#faad: willa's

[babyjakes]

For the summertime asks 🌷🍬

hi vonny thanks so much for sending these in!! 🎈 hope all is well with you friend 💕

🌷 writing achievement i want to brag about: hmm okay i think another achievement could be faad as a story, like 50+ chapters over multiple years of writing has not been easy but it’s definitely my longest work and most fleshed-out universe i think. and i am also very thankful that i still have so much love and enthusiasm for steve and willa’s story, which is why i’ve been considering things like faad: rewritten. i think it’s honestly so sweet and wonderful that they have left such an imprint on me, and that i can still be so invested in their story even after all this time!!

🍬 a song for my favorite character: ouuu this is so hard bc 1) how do i pick my favorite character!! and 2) hooowww do i pick just one song 😭 i’ve been feeling so soft and sentimental for steve lately so i’ll just go with my og safe!dad 🫶 this might be a boring choice but i think ethel cain’s american teenager is so steve-coded, especially when exploring themes of american politics, war and patriotism, corruption, etc. i could see modern-day steve being at a total loss for words at the current state of the country and just blasting this in his apartment as a way to cope lol 🥲

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[babyjakes]

hiii!! i am from Brasil, so my english its not so good, sorry❤️ i love your write and i love the idea of rewrite faad, but i cant say that im not curious to know whats gonna happend on the next chapters... i really wanna ask you to continue faad 🥹 im so in love with that story and the way willa is growing up its just adorable 🥰 (just if you feel comfortable, no matter what you decide, i will love because im your fan🩷)

hi sweetheart no need to apologize, your english is wonderful!! this is a very good point and i appreciate you sharing it with me so so much 🩷 tbh i have also been thinking along these lines. while faad: rewritten would be a great opportunity to revisit the story, a huge part of me also just wants to keep moving forward with steve and willa to see where their lives take them next.

i’ve been thinking about what it might be like to do a brand new story, like a second book in a series. i could end faad with the last chapter i have written from a while ago, and start fresh with my new and improved writing style. for those of you who might not know, faad’s original 55 parts were all written a few years ago on wattpad, and i’ve been slowly uploading them over here with very minimal editing. part of why it would be really difficult to pick back up where i left off is because my writing has changed and grown so much within the past few years. i can’t imagine writing something in first person point of view anymore 😭 and i want any new writing i do for willa and steve’s story to be my best work, of course!! which is why i was thinking about going back and rewriting it all completely. but i also like the idea of just starting a new era in the series, and leaving the first 55 parts as they were.

tldr: i can’t decide if i should rewrite the first 55 parts of faad, or continue moving forward in a “book 2” of the story 🤔

if anyone has more thoughts on this, or if one of these options sounds better to you, please send in asks to let me know!! though i kind of know which option i’m leaning towards, i know so many of you love faad just as much as i do. so i am open to any and all feedback 🩷

[babyjakes]

hi, i hope ur okay ❤️ im sorry for ask but I would really like to know if you will continue "forever and a day"I love it so much, I wanted to see her growth... ❤️❤️

hi there sweetheart, no need to be sorry!! it makes my heart so happy that people are still interested in willa and steve’s story 🩷 i do have one more pre-written chapter to post. after that, i’m unsure if i’ll try to do faad: rewritten, or if i’ll just try to pick up where i left off 🤔 it’s a decision i’ve been pondering for a really long time, and it feels a little scary to have to make it 😣

☀️ forever and a day ☀️

[babyjakes]

YESSSS I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT PLS!!!! (If you’re willing to share ofc!!!)

yaaaaay hehe i would love to give a little glimpse into this new story— it’s a spin-off of faad 😳 faad au???

a group of avengers (tony and a few others) raid a hydra facility and “capture” a strange girl (the equivalent to willa, except this girl is older, maybe 20-ish.) they hold her as a prisoner and interrogate her (evil!tony will be thriving as always 😌) until steve arrives; as soon as he sees the poor girl handcuffed to the chair in the interrogation room, he steps in and orders everything to a halt. thinking the girl could be in a situation like bucky, not a villain but a victim, he takes a much gentler approach. a medical assessment is started and soon she shows signs of unknown powers; someone touches her at the wrong time and that’s all it takes— her healing capabilities are revealed.

steve immediately has her moved to a hospital room where she’s treated much better. she forms a deep, instinctual bond with him, as he’s the one who saved him from tony’s persecution. she’s assessed by steve’s choice of psychologist (maybe dr. andy barber will make a guest appearance?) and it’s revealed that she’s developed a pattern of uncontrolled regression to cope with her time at hydra. steve would follow the doctor’s guide in using this as a way to help her start healing, taking on a safe, soft caregiver role. of course there’s lots of ridicule from tony, lots of conflict between those two as always. more of my fav: steve doing what’s right and being open to unconventional healing methods while tony stays a sad, salty, uneducated asshole 😘

so in summary, it’s faad reimagined 💕 what do you guys think?? would you be into something like this? 🥺💖

[babyjakes]

summertime writers ask: 🌸🍰🍓

btw i’m so happy to see you on my dash again. sending you lots of love! 💜

hi sweet rach it’s great to see you, hope all is well and thanks for sending these in!! ☀️🎈💕

🌸 wip i’ve been working on the longest: faad for sure, i think i started writing for it back in 2019? i distinctly remember being in my old bedroom at my parents house and writing that story 🥺 i had just graduated high school, i was getting ready for college, i had my whole life ahead of me 🤧

🍰 where i like to write: one other place i do sometimes write is at the house of the boys that i used to nanny. i still babysit sometimes and when they’re napping or sleeping, i love to pull out my laptop and write soft safe domestic fluff or hurt/comfort or whatever hehe 😇

🍓 worst thing i’ve done to my characters: bro i feel like the person who wrote the ask game must’ve read faad bc 🌝 i put willa THROUGH IT 😭 was it the scene where the winter soldier tortured and beat her up? (when she was like??? 4 years old or something??) that one always sticks out to me LOL. ik parts 47-48 were pretty bad (if you know you know 🥲) but the winter soldier scene just feels like the worst to me bc i actually wrote it out, in vivid detail 🤩

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[babyjakes]

Oh my gosh the last chapter of FAAD just absolutely broke my heart 😭😭😭 Poor baby Willa! And poor Steve. They’re both going through such a hard time. I’m sure Steve is gonna figure things out, but it’s gonna hurt so much in the meantime 🥺 (although it was very satisfying in a bittersweet sorta way to see that Willa feels safe enough to snap at Steve and to feel angry)

I’m gonna be on the edge of my seat until the next chapter!

🫧 anon

ahhh thanks for reading friend i’m so glad you enjoyed this part 🥺🫶 yes!! it’s such a bittersweet feeling to see her starting to process everything, there’s some more healing between her and steve coming up that’ll help soothe the pain of her struggling 💜 i’m so glad you’re still enjoying the series!! i was a little nervous about posting more, i know this project has been going on for soooo long and my updates have been all over the place 😅

[babyjakes]

hi eun! usually i don't read fics with original characters or in chapters (only for a matter of time, sometimes i dedicate my morning to fics with chapters). since your stories are a huge comfort for my mental health when i'm in dark places i decided to read the fics in chapters you have on your masterlist!

i read forever and a day and i don't have words to express how much i loved it. i read it all in like one day and it got me crying too

so i just wanted to compliment you on your stories and tell you i'm looking forward to ever green evermore!

p.s. when i first started faad i was confused seeing tony stark in the trigger warning but then him wanting to be a father figure to willa (especially knowing your hate for him) then i went on with chapters and understood the reason why 🫥

omg 🥺 this means so much to me thankyou! i’m so glad you enjoyed. tbh going back and reading faad always feels rough for me at this point just bc i’m not at all a fan of the first person pov anymore 😭 so i’m glad to hear some friends at least still find it readable 🤧 lol yeahhhh tony is such a doozy in that one, sometimes i can’t believe all the stuff i made him do 😅 i’m so glad you’re excited for egem! it’s gonna be hopefully just as comforting and helpful, yet also new and exciting (and much better written lol)

[babyjakes]

i just got around to reading Softie (i know I'm sorry 😭) and OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😻 Georgia is so cute and precious i love her 😭😭 also new faad???

aaawwwww yay, softie’s the best hehe 🥺🫶 like faad but waaaay better lol, but yes there will be a new part of faad out today 😌 we’re getting some bucky & willa content!

[babyjakes]

Oh my god🥺 the new chapter of faad was so sad but wholesome at the same time 🥺

"N-no collar," she says carefully, the fear almost completely gone from her voice.

To see a bit of the process Willa made with Steve just makes me cry happy tears but also sad ones. Or the last paragraph just 🥺🥺

yes!!! love to see her moving forward with him 🥰 and the last paragraph hehe 🥺 needed to sneak in a little stucky action of course!!!

[babyjakes]

I absolutely love the new chapter of faad, Eun!!! ❤️ It was so sweet to see Steve care for Willa! 🥺 And when she asked him for snuggles? My heart melted!!! ❤️🥺

aww thanks for the love on the new chapter friend 🥺 yes, she’s so so sweet, the first thing she could think of when asked what she wanted from daddy was just snuggles 🥺🫶

[babyjakes]

If your down for it I’d love more faad because I love willa and Steve’s relationship 🥹❤️

i miss them 🥺 it’s been so long!

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 34. willa's.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

After about an hour or so of addressing her wounds, Willa fell right asleep on the make-shift cot. I’ve wrapped her up in a blanket and placed another under her head, folded up as a pillow. The poor girl cried the entire time. She didn’t say much, just cried. With the amount of pain she seemed to be in, it didn’t surprise me that she was struggling to form words. Fortunately, I guess, Tony’s blasters didn’t do much more than surface damage. While the kid’s got some pretty nasty burns, I didn’t detect any critical injuries. That doesn’t mean, though, that she’s in any way alright. This was a big hit for her to take, especially from Tony. I get that he was trying to shoot at me, but at the end of the day, he shouldn’t have been shooting at all.

After packing the last of the medical supplies back into the storage compartments, I make my way to the front of the ship to find Bucky. He’s sitting in the pilot’s seat, staring straight ahead as the world flies by through the window. I come up beside him and take the seat to his right, not saying anything at first. He’s silent as well; he doesn’t even turn to look at me, but I can tell he’s aware of my presence.

“How is she?” he asks after several more minutes of silence.

“Asleep,” I reply simply, shifting slightly in the uncomfortable seat.

“What kind of damage did Tony do?”

“Burns,” I tell him. “Nothing more, at least from what I could tell.”

“I can take a look at her too, when we land,” Buck offers. I nod.

“Did you put the plane in stealth mode?” I check.

“Yep. No way in hell they’ll find us,” my friend assures me. I sigh, thinking silently to myself, he better be right. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone. Ten missed calls from Tony Stark. Unlocking the screen, I pull up his contact. With shaking fingers, I silence his notifications. Whatever he might have to say, I don’t want to hear it. Unless it’s an apology, but I know it’s not.

Shoving the device back in my pocket, I sigh again, gazing aimlessly out of the window in front of me. “She took that hit for me, Buck,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. The man’s expression softens slightly as he looks over at me, his grey-blue eyes meeting mine.

“I know,” he nods roughly. “I thought it was gonna kill her.”

“I did too,” I admit, heartbreak building up in my chest. “It very well could have. If it had been a blast from Wanda, or Vision-”

“They wouldn’t shoot at you like that,” Bucky argues. “Tony’s reached a new level of dangerous. His side’s entire objective was to stop us, just stop us. When he pointed his fist at you like that, the look in his eyes gave him away. He was firing to kill.” I look down at my lap, unsure of what to say. In the end, I’ll never truly know what Tony’s intent was. He had orders to bring us in, sure. But could Bucky be right? In that last moment, at his last chance to get me, was he coming for blood? “Maybe I’m not worth all this, Steve.” my friend’s voice trails off.

“Hey- no, okay? None of that. Of course you’re worth it, Buck; you know I’d do anything for you.”

“I know,” he says, swallowing hard. “Maybe that isn’t the best idea.”

“They’re trying to take you down for something you didn’t do. They want you locked up for the rest of your life; I can’t let them do that to you,” I try to reason with him.

“Maybe I belong locked up,” Buck mumbles. My heart drops in my chest as I look over to him. He keeps his gaze from meeting mine, staring straight ahead out of the window.

“Bucky- hey, listen to me. What you did- that wasn’t you,” I tell him sincerely . “They had control of your mind. You were a victim.”

“I know,” Bucky chokes out. “But I did it.”

Opening my mouth, I’m about to say more, but my phone ringing in my pocket stops me. I pull it out, the screen flashing a notification in front of me. Incoming call: Peter Parker.

“I’ve gotta take this,” I shake my head, standing up and stepping away from Bucky.

Venturing back into the jet, I find a chair in one of the rows of seats lining the walls. I take a long, deep breath before sliding across my phone screen to answer. “Peter?” I say warily, confused as to why the teen is calling me.

“Mr.- Ste- Cap- Captain?” the kid’s shaky voice responds, and I can instantly tell he’s in tears.

“Hey Peter,” I murmur, softening my voice. “What’s going on?”

“I-I’m sorry for c-calling you… the others don’t know; p-please don’t tell them,” he begs, his voice quivering. Pity builds in my chest for the young boy and I nod, even though he can’t see me.

“Okay, Pete. I won’t tell them. I promise, buddy. I won’t.” He sniffles, his breaths coming through loudly over the phone as he struggles to form his next words.

“I j-just- I need… is Willa okay? D-did she make it?” he asks, his voice cracking at the little girl’s name. A heartbroken smile faintly crosses my face at his question.

“Yeah, bud. She’s alright. She’s a little burnt up, but she’s gonna be just fine,” I assure him.

“I h-had no idea Mr. Stark w-would just shoot at you like that,” he admits coldly, the guilt evident in his voice. “H-he told me we were meeting you all there to bring you back, to bring you home. Then I found out that Tony wanted you in trouble.” I sigh, nodding. I had a pretty good feeling that Peter wasn’t in on all the details of our encounter. He showed little to no awareness of what he was actually doing, and given how much he clearly cares about us, I think he would’ve acted much differently if Tony had been straight with him. “I-I’m so sorry, sir. I never would’ve f-fought if-”

“Hey Peter, it’s okay. Alright? I know that Tony didn’t tell you the truth. I know how much you care about us, about Willa.”

“P-please don’t hate me, Ste- I-I mean, C-Cap, sir,” Peter pleads, his voice shaking in desperation.

“Never, buddy. I could never hate you. You’re alright, Peter. Things are just fine between you and me, and between you and Bucky and you and Willa, too.”

“O-okay,” the kid breathes, his voice coming down a little bit, allowing me to relax slightly, glad to have been able to ease his anxieties. “I-I have to go, I don’t want anyone catching me on the phone with you. B-but if you guys need anything, if there’s anything I can do…”

“Thank you, Peter. Stay safe, alright?”

“Yes sir,” he agrees, and the line goes dead. I take a deep breath, returning the phone to my pocket. The more time passes, and the more things progress, I just become more and more upset with Tony. Our little disagreements have really escalated into situations I find unacceptable. There was the whole incident with Willa in the lab back at the tower. And now there’s been this confrontation, a literal split down the middle of the team, and Tony’s not even giving his side the truth? It’s only led to chaos and people getting hurt. Willa being blasted. Bucky questioning his worth. Peter becoming scared that I would abandon him.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by movement appearing in front of me as I gaze off distractedly. Glancing up, I see that Willa’s appeared in front of me, her big green eyes wide and full of tears. Her body shakes as she stands, looking as if she’s struggling to keep herself upright.

“Hi sweetheart,” I greet the girl carefully, startled that she’s up by herself. I open my arms up for her and she warily enters them, standing between my legs as I sit on the edge of my seat, wrapping her up as gently as I can in my embrace while being sure to not touch her injuries. “What are you doing up all by yourself?” I ask.

“W-woke up and couldn’t find you,” Willa whimpers. I nod, stroking her hair gently. “I-I’m sorry,” she adds as she wraps her own arms around my midsection, trembling through her apology. “Please forgive me.”

“What’re you sorry for, Willa?” I ask, confused as to what she could possibly feel the need to apologize for.

“Y-you, I…” the child begins, her voice trailing off as she tilts her head to look up into my eyes. “You weren’t s'pposed t-to bring me with. Th-thought you’d leave me with the others,” she reveals. My eyebrows raise in alarm as I shake my head at her.

“You- what? You’re sorry that we brought you?” Willa nods. “Why, doll? It was always the plan to bring you; we weren’t just gonna leave leave you there- I wasn’t just gonna leave you.”

“T-Tony was- h-he tried to kill you,” the little girl sniffles, her words sinking deep into my stomach. “Th-that’s why I- you should’ve gotten out, sh-should’ve gotten away,” she mumbles, pressing herself into my shirt. My heart pounds heavily in my chest as I hold the child in my arms.

“You- that’s why you ran in front of me? To take the hit so that… so that we could leave without you?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Willa nods into my embrace, and an overwhelming sense of sadness and guilt settles in my gut. I guess what I can say is that if I had any doubt in my mind before about Willa’s love for me, it’s now surely vanished. She was clearly willing to risk everything for Bucky and I to get away. And to that, I don’t know what to say. The amount of love and care and selflessness wrapped up in this little five year old girl is truly unbelievable.

As gently as I can, I cup Willa’s uninjured cheek with my hand, tilting her head to lock her gaze with mine. “I love you, sweetheart. I want you to know that,” I tell her, and she nods. “You never needed to take that hit for me. The last thing I want you doing is putting yourself at risk for me, okay? It’s dangerous.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Willa stutters, tears building back up in her eyes. “P-please, I’m sorry.”

“Hey- no, don’t cry, honey. Shhh, don’t cry,” I croon, stroking my thumb against her cheek warmly. “I’m not angry with you. What you did back there meant the world to me, doll. I just want you to know that it’s my job to protect you. And if anything, it should be me jumping in to save you, okay?” The girl nods, sniffling down her sobs.

“St-Steve?” she asks.

“Hmm?”

“Like- like a mommy?” her little voice wavers, her eyes peering up into mine. The familiar words ring through my ears, and as I gaze into her eyes, through the watery pools of green, I see so much fear, so much hesitancy. But stronger than that, more than anything, I just see longing. Longing that’s been there for a while now.

“Like a mommy, that’s right,” I tell her warmly. “Protecting you and caring for you, loving you. Just like a mommy, sweetheart.”

Willa’s tiny hand raises up to point a single finger at me, then turning it around to point at herself, her eyebrows raise in question. And even though I can almost certainly tell what she’s asking, I decide to push her a little bit further, hoping that she’ll confirm it for me, just to be safe. “What do you mean, Willa?” I ask, nodding at her hand.

The wide-eyed child takes a deep breath, her bottom lip beginning to tremble. And as it does, it almost feels like the whole thing might be falling apart completely. She drops my gaze as tears flood her eyes, her breathing escalating rapidly. As she jerks back slightly in my arms, I instantly rush in to reassure her, “Hey, hey. Easy, sweetheart. Breathe for me,” I murmur, rubbing up and down her back soothingly. “Can you ask me, Willa? It’s safe for you to ask me,” I promise her. “I just want to hear it coming from you.”

Willa squeezes her eyes shut tightly, tears running down both of her cheeks. But just when I think I’ve lost my chance with her once more, she opens her mouth again, her words seeming to stumble out before she can stop them. “Y-you- be my- b-be mine? Th-that? Be- like a m-mommy, t-to me? M-my mommy- Willa’s m-mommy?”

A flood of grace and tenderness washes over me as I run my thumb over the precious girl’s cheek, almost trying to will her eyes to open with my mind. Somehow, it works, and my gaze locks with hers, relief and love shining through the green as she sees the smile forming on my face. “Okay, Willa. I’ll be that for you. Like your mommy. Willa’s.”

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forever and a day | 46. daddy and willa's day.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

“I wanna be where the people are. I wanna see, wanna see ‘em dancing…”

Willa’s wide eyes never leave the screen as Ariel sings the familiar tune, her little body vibrating softly as she hums, curled up next to me on the plush white sofa. So far throughout the film, she’s shifted her position several times, sucking in breaths of discomfort along with her movements; it’s glaringly obvious that she’s in pain. But she hasn’t said anything to me about it, so, for now, I’ve decided to leave it alone. Not wanting to upset her, I figure it won’t be the end of the world to wait for the film to finish to address the elephant in the room.

As the song continues to play, Willa hums along quietly against me as my hand reaches up to find her hair. Slowly and gently, I begin to run my fingers over the smooth locks. The child relaxes slightly against me at this contact, and though I want to stay present in the moment, I can’t keep my mind from wandering. What’s hurting my Willa? What’s wrong; what happened to my sweet little girl? Though it very well could be just a stomachache from the food, I highly doubt it. Eggs, berries, and bread are all very mild in nature and I can’t imagine them causing too much discomfort for her.

I still don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I can’t help but think that it must have been something more that Tony did, something that Willa’s trying to keep from me. The fact that she’s in pain is obvious, but that’s simply because she’s a child and children don’t always have much capacity to conceal their feelings. I can just tell that she’s holding herself back as much as she can, and it breaks my heart. I hate how she feels like she always has to keep everything inside; I wish I knew how to make her feel safer in coming to me for help.

“Are mermaids real?” a soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Looking down, I see that Willa has turned herself on my lap to look up at me. Gazing down at her softly, my hand shifts from her hair to her cheek.

“No, I don’t think so, sweetheart… well- actually, I guess I can’t say for sure,” I correct myself. While the logical answer to that question is of course a negative, my mind travels back to the aliens taking over New York, and with that situation in mind, it’s hard to say that anything’s impossible.

“Have you ever seen one?” the girl asks innocently, her eyes wide with wonder as she talks about the magical creatures.

“Nope. Not in today’s world, and not back in the forties, either,” I tell her. She frowns at the news, and my heart sinks at having disappointed her. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not real. I’m sure they live deep in the ocean, just like Ariel. I was asleep when I traveled to the bottom of the sea, so maybe I missed my chance to see them,” I try in hopes of lifting her spirits.

“The bottom of the sea… that’s where the fishies live,” Willa notes. I nod.

“Yep, just like Flounder and Sebastian.”

“F'ounder. A-and S'bas-stin,” she tries to repeat back. Smiling at her, I can’t help but soften up at her adorable speech. The happy moment is quickly interrupted, though, by a wince of discomfort surging through the little girl. With her eyes still locked on mine, her cheeks turn red, and her eyes widen slightly as she realizes she’s been caught.

“You alright, pumpkin?” I ask gently, not wanting to frighten her.

“Mhmm,” she hums quickly, her rushed response only giving her away even more.

Sighing, my eyebrows draw together in concern. “Sweetheart,” I coo softly, “what’s goin’ on, Willa-bug? You’ve been shifting around the whole movie; it’s clear something’s bothering you.”

The poor thing’s bottom lip begins to quiver anxiously as her eyes break away from mine, searching for a way out of the situation she’s found herself in. “N-no… ’m fine,” she insists slowly. As she leans back on my lap, I can feel her little body slowly beginning to shake against me. Poor doll.

“Kiddo, if something’s wrong, you can tell me, remember? I’m here to help you, to make things better. You just gotta talk to me,” I try.

“I-it’s nothing,” she denies weakly. “’m fine. S-sorry.” Her little apology at the end makes my heart sting. Sighing again, I nod, wishing I knew how to help her open up. Getting Willa to ask for or even just accept help has been like pulling teeth since day one. It makes sense, given the circumstances she came from, but it still makes things unnecessarily difficult as her caretaker. All I can hope is that with time and help from the therapist she’ll soon be seeing, maybe things won’t have to be this way forever.

“Okay doll,” I give in, not having the heart to push her any further in the moment. “Just remember, it’s okay to come to me for help, alright? It’s what I’m here for,” I remind her; relaxing a bit, she simply nods, seeming relieved to be in the clear.

Willa turns back to face the screen where a new scene has begun in the movie, once again falling into a trance as she’s captivated by Ariel and her story. Rubbing my thumb gently against the little girl’s cheek, I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Somehow. I’ve gotta figure out what’s hurting her, somehow.

“What would you like to do now, sweetheart?” I ask as the credits roll. Willa sits up beside me as I pull her over so that she’s resting on my lap once again. Reaching over, I grab the remote, shutting the TV off. The child rubs at her eyes sleepily, then raises her arms up for a big stretch. “You sleepy?” I tease lightly, my fingers coming down and gently poking at her belly. She giggles, shaking her head as she snuggles back up to me.

“Not s'eepy,” she says, but her voice is slow and slurred, maybe suggesting otherwise.

“It’s only two in the afternoon, you goof,” I chuckle at her softly. “We got the whole day ahead of us still. You wanna take a nap?”

“Nooo-,” she protests quickly, her eyes suddenly becoming like a puppy’s as she peers up at me, blinking innocently. “Wanna stay with you. Daddy and Willa’s day,” she adds, and I feel as if I could just melt.

“Okay baby,” I agree, brushing her hair back behind her ear and giving her a squeeze. “Daddy and Willa’s day. I like the sound of that.” She hums contently against me, her head falling slightly to the side to rest against my chest. “What d'you wanna do now? We have the whole afternoon to ourselves.”

Two green eyes gaze shyly up at me, and a familiar look forms on the child’s face. It’s the look that tells me she has something she’d like to say, but even in such a light, playful moment, her fears are still getting the best of her and she’s unable to speak. I soften my expression towards her, cupping her cheek in my hand and tilting her head slightly up at me. “What’s up, sweetheart?” I ask encouragingly. Willa bites down on her bottom lip nervously, a thin line of tears building up in her wide eyes. “Hey- oh darlin’, it’s okay,” I murmur, saddened by her overpowering timidness. “What’s on your mind, sweetie pie? We can do anything you wanna do; it’s our day, remember?”

“P-play?” the little girl whimpers quietly, her body instantly flinching back in preparation for a blow. Her simple answer breaks my heart; how broken she must be inside, to be so scared to ask for such a small thing.

“You wanna play? Of course we can, Willa. You don’t have to be scared to ask to play; I love playing with you, sweetheart.” Relaxing slightly at my positive reaction, Willa nods, sniffling as she blinks the tears out of her eyes. “And we have a whole bunch of new toys in your room, remember? What d'you say we go and check them out?”

The little girl nods shyly and I give her a smile, securing my arms around her as I rise to my feet. Placing her on my hip, I make my way back through the apartment to the bedrooms, opening up Willa’s door and stepping inside. “The whole gang helped out in picking stuff, so I honestly don’t know what all’s in here,” I admit as I flip on the light switch, a subtle warm glow illuminating the space. Bending down onto my knees, I place the child onto the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the crates. Willa stands quietly beside me, peering over the two boxes.

Guessing the little one is too nervous to go any further alone, I start pulling things out one by one, explaining to her what each toy is while placing them on the floor between us. “Here’s a Captain America doll. This one was not my doing,” I tell her with a chuckle.

“That’s you, Cap'ain 'merica,” Willa says quietly, pointing at the figurine’s face.

“Yep. Don’t know if they got my features quite right, but close enough,” I comment, raising an eyebrow slightly at the doll’s unevenly printed eyes. “Here’s a set of alphabet magnets. We can put those on the fridge, if you want,” I suggest.

“A'phabet magnets,” the little girl repeats.

“Mhmm. Oh, and here’s a set of playing cards. They all have Thor’s face on them; he was very excited about that,” I roll my eyes playfully. Willa giggles beside me, taking the box in my hand.

“Thor!” she cheers happily, her little finger pressing onto his face on the cover. “Look, there he is! My f-f'iend’s on there!”

“Yeah, you’re right, doll. He sure is,” I smile lovingly at the girl’s elation. “Y'know, you could probably find anything and everything with Thor’s face on it,” I shake my head. “He signs deals with the strangest companies, I swear.” Continuing through the first crate, I pull out the next item, and Willa’s eyes quickly lock on it. “Hey, look! These are finger paints,” I mention, looking over the box. “Skin-safe and washable, too. That seems important.” Having set the playing cards down, I hand the box to the now empty-handed girl, and she looks over them in wonder. “We can make art with those,” I explain. “Kind of like your markers and crayons, but these are more fun because we get to make a mess.”

“A mess!” Willa squeals quietly, her eyes lighting up. I can’t help but smile at her sheer adorableness as I put the few other toys back that we had looked at. This seems like it’s the one she’s most interested in.

“We have a giant art pad here, too, so we can make a really big mess,” I add, pulling out the pad of paper. Holding it up next to Willa, it’s almost as tall as the little girl herself.

“Really big mess,” she agrees, clutching the paints close to her chest. “Finger paints! With Daddy,” she beams, almost jumping with excitement.

“Alright, kiddo,” I chuckle at her, reaching a hand out and messing her hair slightly. “Let’s get to it, then. Finger paints it is.”

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faad headcanon idea from @chcmpagnes: steve learning to do willa’s hair 🥺

!!! okay so you know who helps him!!! thor 😭 bc he does braids and stuff with his own hair. maybe he even suggests “i’ve noticed you’re hesitant to style the little one’s hair. it’s a shame, she has a beautiful head of it. if you’d like, i can teach you” and one thing leads to another and they end up with a few of those like barbie styling heads to practice on 😭😭 and steve reeaaaallly struggles at first but he tries hard, and willa’s always super supportive 🥺 “that looks so good, daddy!” and “look! it’s so much better than the last one!” and “i’m so proud of you! you’re doing a great job!” 🥺😭 eventually he gets the hang of it and he starts doing willa’s actual hair, sometimes thor does his own to match 🥺🥰 maybe peter styles a wig so they can all be the same! and whenever daddy styles willa’s hair she never wants to take it out, she waits right up until bath time bc it’s so special and she knows he worked so hard on it 🥺 wherever she goes, whoever she meets, she’s sure to tell them, “my daddy did my hair!”

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forever and a day | little doctor. [blurb.]

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summary | when steve falls ill during a stay at the tower, willa finds the courage to seek help for her beloved supersoldier from new york’s most notorious physician.

characters | bruce banner, willa rogers (original character)

warnings | mild anxiety, steve is sick, very fluffy <3

requested by @steebsfav | faad blurb idea for blurb night! this idea was inspired by one of your other fics, the one where steve gets sick and his little baby takes care of him. what if willa and steve are visiting the compound one weekend (let’s pretend stinky isn’t there) and steve is under the weather and is sleeping a lot? really warm and groggy and throwing up - willa notices her daddy not feeling well and even after her world famous snuggles, he’s still sick. so she musters up the courage to find bruce, even though she’s wary of him. she finds him in the common room and gently tugs on his pants, “dr. bruce help? daddy sick”. she leads him back to where steve is and both bruce and steve are SO proud of telling bruce that she needed help!! “good job willa bug, i know that wasn’t easy for you but daddy is so proud of you! thank you for helping me sweetheart”!!!! and then willa is sitting on the edge of the bed with her hand on steve’s leg while steve and bruce talk about his symptoms and she’s smiling to herself and says under her breath “p’oud of me” :))))))))))

an | omg!!!! friend, this is such a brilliant idea!! i love the dynamic of willa taking care of steve; we got to see a tiny bit of that in romania when she healed up his cut, but this is taking it to a whole new level and i’m so excited to explore this further! it is really such a big challenge for her, especially with someone like bruce instead of daddy himself, but she does love daddy more than anything, which allows her to be exceptionally brave when necessary :’-) and ohboy, does it make steve so, so proud <3

[Bruce]

Chewing the cap of my ballpoint pen between my clenched teeth, I sigh, tired eyes scanning over the lab reports in my hand for the millionth time. “Christ-” I curse when a tap on the glass walls of the laboratory shakes me from my heavy trance of concentration, gaze wandering over to the source. When two timid green eyes struggle to meet my own, my face softens, papers dropping out of my hand and onto the table in front of me as I step over, opening up the door before crouching down to meet little Willa at her own eye-level.

“M-Mr. Bruce?” she asks warily, the tips of her black mary-janes rubbing together as her legs shake beneath her. “S-sorry for bothering you, d-didn’ know if you’d b-be busy…”

“That’s alright, Willa,” I assure the anxious girl, brow raising in concern as I notice the absence of anyone else accompanying her. “Did Steve come with you?” I ask, doubting the child would dare make the venture down to the lab alone.

Surprisingly, Willa shakes her head, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes as she explains, “N-no, Daddy’s upstairs. He’s- um, he’s- I came alone.”

“Alright,” I nod, “are you okay, kiddo? Somethin’ bothering you?”

Bottom lip trembling, Willa’s gaze remains lowered to the floor as she struggles to form her words, appearing to be choosing them very carefully as she explains, “I just- I-I- um, D-Daddy’s not feeling well, Mr. Bruce. His face is- it’s all pink and- I-I felt his forehead; s'really warm. He’s coughing, too. That’s why I c-came to find you, think he n-needs your help.” Sucking in a shaky breath, the little girl finishes her sentence, her shoulders slumping in almost relief.

With a small smile forming on my face, I nod once more. “I see; I think you’re right, Willa. It does sound like Steve might need my help if he’s feeling sick. You did a great job checking on him; those are all things I would examine, too. You’re a great little doctor.”

Face lighting up slightly at my words, Willa looks up at me carefully, giving me the tiniest of smiles in return when she finds my expression to be genuine. “Little doctor,” she repeats lovingly with a nod. “Jus’ wanna help Daddy.”

“Well how about you and I go see how he’s doing, hmm?” I suggest, rising back onto my feet as I offer her my hand. Seeming pleased, Willa accepts it, and together the two of us begin our walk back to the elevators. “It was so brave of you to come looking for me,” I tell her as her little feet walk in rhythm with mine. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you looking out for him; he’s gonna be so proud of you.”

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forever and a day | language. [blurb.]

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summary | things get a little profane when it’s sam and bucky who’re left to watch willa for the weekend.

characters | bucky barnes, sam wilson, willa rogers (original character)

warnings | just so much fluff, so adorable i can’t take it, sam is an icon we love to see it, oh- and language ;-)

requested by | For faad blurb night. Sam and bucky are at steve’s (maybe he’s gone for some important mission so they are babysitting) They think she is sleeping so are carelessly chatting and you know ✨cussing✨ And lo and behold there comes a voice- motherfu*ker(or something. just anything)

an | OMG ANON HAHA. YOUR BRAIN. i love this. also?? the parallel to morgan and tony in endgame? this is so brilliant, thankyou for submitting your wonderful ideas! overall i think bucky and sam probably make an iconic babysitting duo, tbh idk if willa’d be able to pick up on much of their banter or lighthearted beef but still!! love these guys <3

[Bucky]

“C'mon man, what was that?” Sam huffs under his breath as the noisy sticks on our controllers fill the silence of the apartment.

Keeping my eyes locked on the brightly-lit screen before us as I sit up a bit against the white faux-leather couch, I grit my teeth, scoffing as I’m dealt another fatal blow by the game’s ruthless ‘lobster-shark mutant zombie’ boss. “What the hell even is this game?” I groan as I wait for my character to respawn beside Sam’s, glancing over at the disc’s case before rolling my eyes. “Leave it to Steve to have the lamest gaming library in the history of mankind.”

“I still have no clue what the fuck this console even is,” Sam admits as he smashes the buttons with the palm of his hand, wincing as he’s knocked further and further down in health points. “Someone’s gotta collect the funds to get this man an Xbox or something.”

“Peter was talking to me about getting Willa a Switch for her birthday; I think him and Thor are in on it together,” I tell him as I’m thrown back into the round, adding, “maybe he’ll find some better shit on there to play.”

“Oh god- here comes his ult-” Sam warns as we both brace for the wrath of the 'acid tidal wave’, but despite our best efforts, for the fifth time in a row, we’re killed immediately on impact, a giant frown popping up on the screen accompanying the 'retry’ button.

“Jesus christ,” I toss the controller to the side, burying my face in my hands as my elbows fall onto my knees.

“No way anyone’s killed this thing, level’s unbeatable,” Sam shakes his head, switching the console off using his controller. “Stupid crab-ass-looking, slimy motherfucker-”

“Mo-ther-fuck-er,” a little voice calls from behind us, causing us to both shoot up in surprise, turning our heads to see Willa standing behind the couch, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Sam shakes his head, reaching out a hand before saying, “now you just forget about anything you just heard, alright? We did not say that. That is not what we said.”

Tilting her head in slight confusion, Willa raises an eyebrow. Biting my lip, I do my best to keep from bursting out in laughter. “Yeah, you didn’t say that,” she agrees as she motions to the both of us, “you did,” she continues, her gaze locking on Sam.

“Woah, woah, take it easy,” he shakes his head, his hands coming up in defense. “That’s not- we did not- I-I didn’t-”

“Bucky,” Willa’s innocent voice asks as she turns to me, wide bambi-eyes blinking cluelessly as she asks, “what’s mo-ther-fuck-er mean?”

Chuckling, I click my tongue, musing, “Well sweetheart, that is a very big word, isn’t it? I think it’d be best for you to ask your daddy tonight when he calls to check in on you; make sure you tell him it was Uncle Sam who said it, okay?”

“Hey, now that’s just not fair,” Sam disputes, turning to me with an unimpressed look, “you were throwing out just as much shit as I was before little missy here showed up and-”

“Shit,” Willa repeats; at the deadpan expression on the little girl’s face, I can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, earning a surprised look from Willa and a groan from Sam as he shakes his head, pulling out his phone.

“Alright, time to do some damage control. Better now than him finding out about it later. What the hell am I even supposed to say? 'Hey Steve, sorry for corrupting your precious little angel- Bucky and I kept getting our asseskicked in your horrible Godzilla knock-off…” As the man reads his typing aloud, Willa’s face scrunches in confusion once more as she mouths the words 'hell’ and 'asses’ to herself questioningly, only fueling my laughter more.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” I cut Sam off, opening my arms up for the child as I hum, “while Uncle Sammy figures that how, how’s about you and I pick something off my phone for dinner?” I suggest. Feet padding over happily, Willa climbs right up in my lap, watching with wide eyes as I open up my delivery app. “Anything you want, doll,” I hum softly into her hair as I let her scroll, glancing over at Sam as I ask carefully, “How’s he taking it?”

Looking up at me with defeat in his eyes, Sam shakes his head, replying, “All I know is: we’re in deep shit now.

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