#v. isn't that what they all said (that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong). main

[winterslght]

Tag dump under the cut

godsdefied. i can fix him (no really i can). juice

wintersghst. his hands so calloused from his pistols (softly traces hearts on my face). bucky

winterslght. who's afraid of little old me (you should be). erika

winterslght. don’t worry folks (we took out all her teeth). dossier

winterslght. i was tame. i was gentle (till the circus life made me mean). aesthetic

v. i am what i am 'cause you trained me. hydra

v. you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me. red room

v. isn't that what they all said (that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong). main

tagging @godsdefied for science and bc i love torturing becky

[winterslght]

@wintersghst wanted to read a book together from here

bucky barnes was a nerd. the former winter soldier, as infamous as he was lethal for half a century, was an actual nerd.

it was something she’d found out in wakanda, when they were getting to know each other all over again, away from hydra’s influence. and now that the looming threat of getting their minds wiped and memories erased was no longer there, it went deeper.  especially once all the cards were on the table, and all secrets (mostly the one where erika had kept his daughter from him) were out in the open.

this was something he’d said offhandedly during one of their rounds of twenty questions, but when he mentioned it again before going off to fight the flag smashers with sam during one of their endless bickering sessions, an idea formed in her head.

while he was off fighting bad guys and saving the world, erika stayed back, taking care of the farm and their goats, but in his absence she was on her own mission. one that took her across the whole state of new york and about a hundred vintage book- and antique stores until she finally found it.

and now here he was. laying in bed, propped up against the headboard, his vibranium arm tossed carelessly on the chest of drawers, nose buried in the first edition copy of ‘the hobbit’ she'd managed to find for him a little over a year ago.

for a moment, she leaned against the doorpost, watching him, at ease and content, and she couldn’t help but smile, while bouncing the baby in her arms.

“someone refuses to sleep,�� the blonde mumbled, approaching the bed.

as bucky looked up, he sat a little straighter, giving her the space to climb into bed next him, leaning against his chest while their daughter laid against her, chubby face pressed into the side of her neck as the baby cooed quietly.

when all three of them were comfortable, erika looked up at her husband, and hummed softly.

“read to us?” she asked, her voice clearly tired after being up and about with their five month old. so when bucky did as asked, and started reading out loud, his deep, soothing voice, combined with the way his chest rumbled against her back as he spoke, the blonde didn’t even last ten pages until her breathing evened out, and she was out like a light.