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winterwolvesandstarbucks · 7 years ago

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Bucky releases a groggy breath from his restless slumber, the prickling unease he felt in his digits made him feel tendrils of vexation seeping into his nerves. His eyes remain closed as laid beneath layers of covers and clothes on top of a couch inside his humble cabin, somewhere in the wilderness of Romania. The fog of drowsiness in his mind was as thick as the cushions he rested on top of; but somehow sleep had eluded him the entire night. Time almost seemed immeasurable, he couldn’t tell if he slept or if he didn’t due to being dreamless. His muscles ached as if they’d been touched by a stringing fever, but he knew it was merely due to lack of mobility on his part. The couch was his place of rest and relaxation; if he were still in the army, he’d say it was also his station. His fort and barracks all in one, and there wasn’t an incursion of any kind that could move his fat bloated butt off his spot. They’d have to carry him off first. A dry scoff blew past his lips. Nothing short of a crane could manage to lift close to 300lbs of fat, muscle…and wolf pups. A shuddering sensation moved through him, the infinite reminder of his condition both gnawing and intolerable. It would torture his waking thoughts through the entire day until he found the blissful escape of sleep where he would find absence and comfort in his dreams. But he didn’t dream this morning—he didn’t even sleep. The mere realization that it was past dawn and he was still restless filled him with unabashed anger. “Fantastic,” he slurs with a deep timbre, raising his left arm to cover his eyes and block out the rays of sunlight filtering through the window blinds. He knew deep down that it was time for him to start his day—not just for himself, but for certain little adorable bundles of fur that depended on him. As if on cue, his sharp hearing picks up the soft tapping of nails across the floor boards, coming towards him.

It didn’t take long for echoes of lively squeaks and giggles to breach the eclipsed space of the living room, within a measure of seconds, the eldest of his litter toddled closer to the leather couch, she was playfully stalking towards her prey. Veering her serene azure eyes on the mound of covers, the little vivacious and cinder-brunette furred pup, Aurora Barnes yipped excitingly, wagging her skinny tail when she found her very chubby Daddy resting on the cushions, resting flat with his metallic arm shielding his brow. “Mornin’ Daddy,” she squeaked, pacing to the edge of the cushions, where she caught the wafting scent of feverish scent. Her back arched as she nudged his large flesh hand, trying to gain his attention. “Daddy…” She barked with more insistence.“Up–up.”

Bucky was quite familiar with the behavior and habits of all three of his kids, so it wasn’t difficult for him to guess who it was that was trying to get his attention. Mattie would lick his finger to gain his attention, Brennen would bite it hard, and Aurora would nip his finger playfully. A deep sigh fluttering past his lips as he turned his hand made of flesh, and gently began to brush it across a small furry head, “Not now, Rora…Jus…Just let daddy get another hour of sleep,” he says with a tired voice, his Brooklyn accent thicker than what he was used to hearing. It was strange, he almost felt like that little j*** who buried his head beneath the pillows each morning, begging his mom to give him a few more minutes before getting ready for school. If Winifred Barnes could see him now, he imagined she’d be shaking her pretty head at him with a soft smile.

The angelic little pup’s nudges grew into a relentless wake of stubbornness, she wasn’t giving up, not even for his urgent contentment. Aurora knew that morning was breakfast time, and being the oldest of her siblings, she was the brazen leader, unyielding and hellbent just like her father, and she wasn’t getting fooled again by his dormant state–the hunger pains wouldn’t abate. Lifting herself balletically on her hind legs, she grounded her forepaws into the cushion, almost slamming them hard enough to send a jolt through Bucky’s rigid body. Her muzzle rested on his the curved muscles of his arm, as she buried her snout against the width of his swollen belly. “Daddy,” she growled, nipping gently at his outstretched shirt.“ You ro-mised, nana cakes.”

“Rora…” A loud, almost growling, sigh blew past Bucky’s lips. It was true he did promise his kids a special breakfast this morning provided they went to bed early last night. It was a special tactic he developed as it would allow him at least an hour or two to himself to properly unwind before bed. A tactic that failed as he’d gotten little to no sleep due to his stomach sickness and nausea. He couldn’t deny them now, and he knew that trying to would only incur more frustration for him than he needed since they would persist until he met their expectations. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine settling into his head. His stomach began to growl at the thought of pancakes as well. His brow becomes pinched as he chews his bottom lip. “All righ…” He slurs with a lazy tone, still unmoving as his cybernetic arm remains rested on his brow. Better to get it done and over with, and maybe he could catch a short nap afterward.

“C’mon Daddy, up,” Aurora squeaked with playful insistence, tugging on his sleeve, uttering little fussy growls to enforce a command for him to get off the couch. Her elevating hunger pangs were growing relentless, and the craving for banana pancakes dipped in maple syrup wouldn’t ebb away. She bounced on her paws, feverishly giggling as her delicate muzzle rested on a sagging cushion, and pink tongue licked over the ridges of his flexing knuckles, coaxing Bucky effectively to get up onto his bare feet. “No more sweepin’, Daddy, you gotta make nana cakes…”

Bucky released one more heavy sigh, already dreading the act of simply pulling himself up onto his feet and the likelihood he would fall right back on his a**. Feeling Aurora’s persistent tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, he decided to waste no further time or else he’d never get off the couch. “M'comin'…” He starts first by removing the cool pressure of his metal arm against his head, finding he already missed the sensation that numbed the tingling ache in his head. A scent that smelled vaguely of sweat permeated his nostrils and he grimaced while opening his eyes. “Go get your brother and sister. Bring em’ to the kitchen,” he groans, wincing at the now stronger rays of sunlight breaching the blinds at the window. Why couldn’t it have been cloudy today? He wondered sullenly.

Excitedly in the relishing of her victory, Aurora dashed away from the couch, barking out a squeaky call for her siblings. “Mattie…Bren…” She padded with fervent paces to a small black and red, netted peapod carrier that was placed underneath a window. She ducked low in her advances, stalking towards the moveable carrier, avoiding their array of plush toys and tennis ball, until she nudged her muzzle on a silver furred paw dangling out. It obviously her twin brother–Brennen. She poked her head inside, staring at her brother wedged against small pillows and resting comfortably on his back. She sniffed his tubby belly only to receive a swatting paw in the face, giggling as the male pup stirred awake. “Bren…S'it’s time for breakie,”

The chubbiest of the Barnes litter releases a soft growl in his sleep, finding the intrusive and cheery voice of his older sister to be annoying as he burrows his head further into the cushions. “Not now, Rora…10 more minutes…” He says, none too differently from that of his father moments ago. He was ignorant to the annoyed look that crossed his sister’s face as she noticed the similarity. The males were clearly fat and lazy and would rather spend the morning sleeping. A moment passed and the chubby pup was already issuing soft snores through his wrinkling muzzle.

It didn’t nab her that Brennen shared all of their father’s traits and innate stubbornness–bullheadedness that made him unshakeable as steel.Curving her little muzzle slyly, Aurora nudged his exposed belly, with a brazen attempt to wake him. Instead of using brute force, that they normally engaged, she used her collective mind and whispered close to his twitching ear with an imploring squeak, rippling his dark chestnut fur. He didn’t budge. Unnerved, she released a vexed growl and glared heatedly at her dozy twin. “Fine, sweep, Bren, but I’m gonna eat all your nana cakes…None for you."

Brennen’s eyes snapped open wide, all signs of fatigue gone and replaced by a blaze of challenge in his beady blue orbs. "Nu-uh you’re not! They mine ‘nana pwancakes!” The chubby wolf issues a bark of authority. He jumps onto his paws and shakes his fur out of its matted strands, his muscles stretch as he flexes his jaws, then licks his small canines hungrily. “Nana pwancakes! I’m comin!” Eyes narrowed, the chubby wolf bolts out of the carrier and out across the living room in quick strides. The nails of his paws tap across the floor, his tail wagging excitedly as barks and squeaks follow in his wake.

Curled under a blanket that carried the calming scent of her father, the smallest of the litter slowly opened her coffee tinted eyes to the welcoming rays of morning, Mattie parted her tiny muzzle, emitting out a squeak, that was barely a whisper, and tucked her favorite stuff animal–a black panther close to her lithe body with her forepaws. Mattie listened to the tumultuous noises of her rowdy siblings barreling towards the kitchen with merciless speed. She was the last pup to wake, and emerge out of the carrier, and Bucky’s gentle and alluring little kitten who distinctly shared the elegant visage her mother’s ravishing beauty and furtiveness. Given the measure of her size, Mattie didn’t eat much at breakfast, since she was a slow eater, what sated her was the welcoming embrace of her father’s metallic and flesh arms cradling her as he fed her bits of cereal. Lifting herself up on her paws, the baby pup tumbled over the entanglements of blankets and crawled out as splinters of light caressed her chocolate fur. She advanced with passive wobbles, only to collide into a pair of large human feet that were swollen at the ankles cemented on the hardwood, and instantly her skinny tail wagged to convey a cheery response to a throaty and masculine chuckle that held a boyish edge. ‘Daddy,’

“Mornin’, Mattie,” Bucky says tiredly down at his youngest, somehow finding the strength to appear genuine in his soft smile. Though he loved all three of his kids, Bucky found that he and Mattie shared a special connection. Despite the fact she hardly spoke, she seemed to understand the pain he felt within and didn’t push him Aurora and Brennen would. He, in turn, kept her close to his heart where he knew she felt protected and loved. “Sleep good?” He tries with a somber look, watching her as he sits at the edge of the couch, his hand made of flesh gently resting against the bloated expanse of his pregnant belly.

Dismissing out a fussy squeak, Mattie pushed herself up effortlessly on her hind-legs, burying her tiny paws into the cushions to balance her; she knew that Bucky was uncomfortable, his whole demeanor shifted with etching pain, as his powerful arm of sculpted muscle braced over the swollen mound where new baby puppies are nestled. It was difficult for Mattie to see her handsome daddy subdued into fattened breeding sow, his new weight didn’t hinder her love for him. Gazing at his belly, the little pup, inched closer, and tentatively placed a paw on the firm pudge under his black shirt. Her coffee pools beamed vibrantly as she felt a wakeful pulse of movement chasing her touch.

“I’ll take that as a yeah…” Bucky’s warm smile remains in place as he gazes into Mattie’s beady brown pools that reminded him too much of a certain feline he missed. He watches as her nose wrinkles adoringly and she sniffs, inhaling his musky aftershave that he knew she found to be relaxing. Her paw resting against his belly shook slightly as she balanced her weight. “You’re new brothers and sisters aren’t makin’ it easy for me to sleep at night. But you make it whole lot easier to be awake in the mornin’,” he quips, the crow wrinkles around his eyes accentuating his boyish smile as he gathers her into his arms carefully resting snug against the crook of his elbow. His heart swells as he listens to her soft squeaks and purrs of contentment. “Let’s go eat, little darlin’.” Taking slow, steady breaths, Bucky finally pulls himself up onto shaky limbs. The world around him spins for a moment, but he remains locked on sure-footing. Closing his eyes, he waits the disorientation to pass and does his utmost to ignore the pounding of his pulse in his ears, and the spike of nausea at the back of his throat and stomach. Small beads of sweat trickle down his back, his shirt feeling damp from the amount of time he’d spent on the couch. “You can do this, Bucky,” he whispers softly to himself. Somehow, he finally manages to place one foot in front of the next, until he’s padding his way towards the kitchen, Mattie in his arms.

When Bucky entered the kitchen in slow and determined waddles after hearing a raucous of clanking plates and aggressive echoes of growls, he stood in the center of a war zone. A bag of chocolate chips was ripped open, and pieces spilled on the floor, smears of flour were dusted on cupboards with paw imprints, and his two stealthy furballs of terror were tumbling in their clumsily wobbles as Aurora tried to enforce her dominance over Brennen who presently was swatting a half-eaten banana like a hockey puck. “Bren,” she squeaked, heatedly, barring her fangs at her twin brother who’s cinder fur was powdered with flour. It seemed that their fretfulness was fueled with rapid influxes hunger, as they laid siege to the kitchen, creating a big mess that Bucky wasn’t in the condition to clean up. “No more eatin’ the nanas…”

Bucky stood frozen in the doorway, watching the chaos unfold before him for a few harrowing seconds before deciding to shut eyes; hoping that if he stood still long enough, he’d awaken from the nightmare this was sure to have really been. The cringing sound of clattering plates and barks persisted, unfortunately, the noise as vexing as nails on a chalkboard. The screeching sounds permeated their way beneath his skin and travels up and down his body until he felt the ache in his head begin to pound aggressively at his raise in blood pressure.

“Chert voz'mi (Damn it…)” He cursed, opening his eyes and deciding to face the music lest he faint in the struggle to remain patient. Patience was something he was in short supply of after a sleepless night, ensuing nausea derived from his pregnancy and not to mention the mood-swings that came and went as fast as the food in the house.

Enough was enough. Setting Mattie down carefully on the counter, Bucky sets his foot down and raises his voice. “That’s it. Both of you in your chairs, or no pancakes for ya!”

Aurora’s ears pinned back sharply, as the menacing snarl of the alpha wolf erupted from Bucky’s depths–it was a firm possession of dominance, she braved to look up at her father, innocently, he was grounded with a sniper stance, his thick thighs tensed in sync as the inflating mass of his belly threw off his imposing balance. His frosted blue eyes were leveled with fierce coldness under unkempt dark tresses, as he glared down at her. “Daddy,” she sulked, keeping her head down as she paced towards him, brushing his leg timidly with her paw. “We didn’t mean to make a mess…”

Brennen felt all feelings of aggression and mischievousness evaporate the instant he saw his alpha’s thundering blue eyes focused in on him and Aurora. The depth of vexation in those stormy iris’ made him feel incredibly small and chastised, the pup shrunk down from his perch and settled onto the table. Despite himself, there was an inkling of indignation in his chubby form. He shoots Aurora a stubborn glance, “Rora started it, daddy. She tried to take the nana I wanted fir—” A sharp glare in his direction from Bucky silence the pup whose ears deflated and his tail tucked against his back. “Sorry daddy,” he squeaks submissively. Bucky sighs in the doorway, somehow feeling his nerve beginning to loosen as he watched his two twins shuffle into their chair against the table. “Let’s eat,” he says tiredly, gently picking up Mattie who had begun to sniff a patch of flour that had spilled over the counter. Her nose was caked with the small powder. He watches as she wheezes before finally, a tiny sneeze escapes her nose.

The chocolate-furred pup’s adorable sneeze was the comedy relief that doused tension, Aurora and Brennen snickered as Mattie feverishly rubbed her paw over her flour powdered muzzle, which dusted over Bucky’s sleeve. Then, as Bucky advanced towards the fridge, his bare toes seized at the moment he felt mushy pieces of discarded banana squishing under his feet. “Grah…” An irritable snarl escaped from his raw throat, as he bit into his bottom lip, squinting as he eased his foot off the squashed banana. Instantly, Aurora ducked her head low, trying to act innocent when the knife-edge intensity of his glacial stare drove keenly to her. “S’orry Daddy…I left nanas on the floor.”

Bucky wordlessly shrugged as he wiped his foot along the floor until the pieces of mushy fruit were cleaned off. “We’ll be lucky if there are any ‘nanas left,” he mused, brushing an errant lock from his brown bangs behind his ear. “All right so…” His gaze roamed across the kitchen, feeling himself inwardly shudder at the messy devastation left behind by two pups no bigger than a milk crate. He couldn’t fathom how or when he’d clean up this mess. ‘So much for my afternoon nap,’ he thought tiredly. The pounding he felt in the back of his head grew intense at the vexing thought. Closing his eyes, Bucky pinches the bridge between his eyes and releases a shaky breath. The soft kicking he felt in his bloated stomach only made him feel aggravated and off focus. ‘Think, Bucky. Think.’

“Where do I keep the pancake mix…” he mused loudly. Opening his eyes, he sees all three little pups staring at him blankly at the dinner table. He wondered how he must look to them.

Aware of her father’s crush of befuddlement, Aurora planted her paws on the table’s wooden edge, pushing the chair out, before she jumped off fluidly, and wobbled towards Bucky, with luminous blue eyes gleaming up at him, as he channeled frustration. She balanced on her hind legs, wrapping her paws around his muscled leg and giggled. Bucky rotated his cybertronic arm, the droning noise of metallic plates contorting devised an electronic pulse that made her fur bristle as his hand graced over her little shoulders. “S’it’s the top one, Daddy,” she squeaked, exuberantly, pointing her muzzle in the direction of the cupboard where packages of instant oatmeal, brown sugar, and flour were set on shelves. “Cake mix is always there…I can show ya, Daddy.”

Bucky’s moment of turmoil gracefully ended and he felt relief tug at him. A soft smile works its way across his tired features, “thanks, sweetie.” Pacing himself, Bucky slowly lowers himself down to his knees. He couldn’t bend down in his condition, and he was thankful the task of kneeling was less exerting as he scoops Aurora up into his arms. The small pup dances up across his forearm as graceful as a ballerina until she’s on top of his shoulder. Her tail wags excitedly as Bucky rises up to his feet in front of the cupboards. They were rather high, and he’d admit, this certainly beat pulling up a chair to climb in his condition. “Okay, which one?” He says, curiously.

Without the conscious of restraint, Aurora yipped playfully, balancing her paws on the robotic assembly of Bucky’s metallic arm. She trained her gaze intently onto the cupboards and pointed to the right one wth her muzzle. “That one, Daddy,” she tittered and then feverishly licked his broad neck with little kisses as his lengthy dark tresses caressed her svelte furry body. “Can I help ya with the nana cakes?”

“Sure, sweetie,” Bucky coos softly, lowering his arm so that Mattie can bounce over onto the counter. He reaches with his arm and opens the right cupboard, he finds the pancake mix inside and carries it down to the countertop. Bucky breathes shakily as he then gathers a bowl and a large spoon. “Why don’t you bring daddy what’s left of the bananas over here, while I start mixing this,” he winks at his oldest encouragingly—at least that’s what he thought. A bristle of discomfort moved through his body suddenly which only prompted his discomfort to flare again. “I wanna help too!” Brennen barked with a hint of indignation in his small voice. Bucky recognized it as jealously and distrust at the thought of his sister putting her teeth on the bananas. “You can help, Brennen, by fixing the dishes on the table,” Bucky offers, nodding his head towards the stack of plates resting in the middle of the spacious wooden surface. The chubby wolf pouted as he glared at Aurora distrustfully.

Crawling on the sleek granite top towards a bundle of ripe banana’s and gooey pieces with teeth marks, Aurora haughty mirrored her brother’s death glare of frosted blue embers, and stuck her little pink tongue out, silently provoking him to challenge her skill. She reached the banana’s and gingerly parted her jaws, lifting them up as she felt an infusion cold pulses knife into her by the cast of Brennen’s remorseless stare tagging her paw-steps. Giving him no reaction, she carried her prize back to the Bucky, dropping the full bundle into the mixing bowl that erupted puffs of batter to dust her muzzle. “Here ya go Daddy…”

“Thanks, Rora,” Bucky says through a deep heavy yawn, static rings in his ears but he distinctly hears the noise of clattering plates being moved rather aggressively across the table. The sound was accompanied by occasional squeaky growls. “Thanks, Bren,” Bucky calls over his shoulder, dry smirk in place. Though his two eldest could be quite destructive in their playful competitiveness, they could also be quite helpful when they wanted to be. As he mixes a bowl of pancake batter with water, Bucky takes cut pieces of banana and begins to sprinkle them into the batter. “Get yourselves situated, you’re about to eat the best dam—” he pauses, suddenly mindful of his own Brooklyn potty mouth, “best banana pancakes you’ll ever taste.” There was no mistaking the pride in his voice. Even when he was a boy, he used to wake up the house with the smell of his own special breakfast that made his mom Winifred proud, and his sister Rebecca jealous due to her own inability to cook. Of the skills he managed to retain over the decades from his old life, he was glad it was something that brought fond memories. As he finishes mixing the batter, he turns on the stove, setting a flame beneath a skillet.

Aurora hopped onto a vacant chair, joining her siblings, Mattie was sitting on a booster seat with her forepaws elegantly crossed and Brennen was flipping a plastic spoon with his paws. The delicious scent of buttermilk batter sizzling with banana filled the opened kitchen; hunger could no longer be avoided. “Daddy,” she squeaked with an excitable pitch, tipping her muzzle upwards as she caught the buttery smell of gooey batter morphing into a thick and fluffy circle.“Are the cakes done?”

“Just about,” Bucky hummed softly, turning off the stove and plopping the last of the buttered pancakes on top of a serving platter. His volume had become quieter and his words brief as the discomfort he felt continued to fester and blossom into a full blown ache. He shuts his eyes and shuddered as the squeezing sensation in his stomach that was coupled by a stuffed feeling at the back of his throat. Nausea settled in and for a moment the thought of spending the day sitting next to the toilet seemed like a good idea to him. But as he listened to the bristling movement at the dinner table, he knew he needed to wait just a little longer. The suppression of relief, however, only vexed his condition further until suddenly, Bucky dived towards the refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle. A hastily unscrewed cap later, and he was chugging the plastic bottle with greedy lips. A hearty groan filled his ears as his adam’s apple bobbed with each large swallow of the precious liquid. He could feel his nerves beginning to relax until they buzzed, he swallows the last mouthful until the plastic bottle is crinkled in his massive hand. All while at the table, his pups watched him with quiet surprise. Bucky releases a heavy breath, finding a steadiness in between discomfort and relaxation. He closes the door to the fridge, only to yelp at the alarming visage that gleamed at his from the reflection of the handle-bar.

It felt like all noise had been engulfed out of the room, Mattie’s ears instinctively twitched up when the volumes of her father’s deep timbre faded into a horrified, staccatos of throated gasps; the dainty chocolate pup crawled off her booster seat, and onto the table. Her coffee orbs transfixed unwaveringly on Buck as he leaned in a rigid stance against the fridge’s door, pressing his pudgy, stubbled cheek over chilled stainless steel, as his full lips smushed into a nauseated–wrenched grimace while he languished.

Mattie absorbed the changes of his bedraggled visage when the glare of sunlight burnish the kitchen, giving the pups a full view of what their crestfallen father was turning into. He wasn’t the strikingly powerful and handsome beast machine of menace; his bulked torso was inflated with a shaping roundness to nestle a vigorous new litter that poked underneath his black sweater and hung inches out of his loose fitting jogging pants. His boyishly suave and chiseled features were chubby, a layer of extra flab was under his knife-edge curve of his jaw where an undergrowth of stubble shadowed over his Adam’s apple. His dark mane of chestnut was a mess of disheveled and tangled tresses, hanging over his brow and temples awash with feverish sweat. He looked enormous and torturously fat to Mattie, every hard cord of muscle was diminished with flab, but there was a beautiful and fertile glow contrasting over him, his luminous and penetrating depths of steel-blue twinkled alight despite the veil of sickness. Despite, being well over 300 pounds, and being slothful as a pig, Bucky never looked so welcoming–youthful in his children’s eyes. Glancing at her sister, Mattie gestured a paw to Bucky, giving Aurora the incentive to be her voice to deliver anchoring words. “You look pretty today, Daddy…”

Bucky barely registered the sweet compliment Aurora gave him, his thought processing was still a running train of depression as he realized just how much different, just how much out of shape and disheveled he looked in the weeks since his pregnancy symptoms had begun to become more frequent. He had avoided mirrors at every turn, feeling too much of a coward to look at what he was becoming and feel the indignation that was settling into his nerves. He looked like a bum—a fat and pitiful bum that most people would mock with revulsion. It was one of the reasons why he had chosen a place so far in the middle of nowhere where he could endure this pregnancy without added vexation he’d experience in a town or city. Ordinarily, he didn’t care what people thought of him, but he knew that due to his pregnancy, his mood could shift at any turn in the wrong direction and he’d have no control over it. “Thanks, sweetie,” Bucky says at last, too softly that he wasn’t sure if his pups could hear him. He couldn’t think about this now. He had breakfast to serve, and plenty of hungry stomachs to fill. Tearing himself away from his reflection, he puts on a mask of nonchalance as he moves back to the counter then carries the platter of hot pancakes towards the table. A genuine smirk forms across his lips as he sees his adorable trio begin to bounce on their paws with excitement and hunger. “Okay, okay, little guys, take it easy. Let daddy serve you properly before you dive right in.” Bucky admonishes gently.

When Aurora caught the delicious sight of fluffy golden pancakes sliding on a ceramic plate balanced over Bucky’s metallic palm, she gently nudged her muzzle into Mattie’s her’s back, urging the little pup to return to the booster seat while Brennen was hardly containing his voracious hunger. “Daddy, you better give Bren his nana cakes first,” she growled with a vexatious edge, pinning a glacial stare back stubbornly at her devious twin. “Ladies go first, Bren…And you’re not a lady.”

The chubby pup growled at his sister, his stormy little blue eyes narrowed to as the fervent impulse to lash back with a stinging retort became strong. But the growling in his stomach was much stronger. Brennen shifts his gaze away with a “hmph”, and raises his muzzle towards Bucky, his little tongue hanging from his opened mouth as he plastered his best “good boy” mask he could muster. “I want five of em, daddy. Can I 'ave fwive?” He bounced on his paws, tail wagging excitedly as watches his daddy begin to pour the tasty brown maple syrup over the pancakes.

While evicting the choice to allow Brennen to relish in his pleasure of unwinnable dominance, especially in front of her Daddy, Aurora felt an envious streak flare in her toddler body. Despite, the steadiness of her icy azure eyes reflecting a faux serene gleam, a cold wake of jealously commanded her intrinsic urges to drive herself back the equal ground of her brother. With her muzzle delivering a wicked sneer, she purposely crawled in front of Brennen, obstructing him as Bucky set the plate of sliced up pancakes down.

“They’re mine!” Right at second, as they growled in unison, the eldest pups became engaged into a rampant spar of dueling hunger, vicious crescendos of snarling that held volumes of feral aggression. Sensing an electrifying pulse fusing between them, Mattie gracefully jumped down and skated on her paws under the table, avoiding her siblings as a plate crashed onto the floor, and unstable growls deafened in her ears. The powerful and lethal spirit of wolf dominance possessed them as they lunged at each other, little jaws grappling into layers of baby fur, maple syrup dripped off the table’s edge. It was chaos, and Bucky’s levels of tolerance were becoming arrested by a searing influx of rage that infused with roils of morning sickness.

“That’s enough you two!” Bucky snarled, a rush of anger burned in his veins as his patience completely evaporated. He could only tolerate so much in his condition and therefore had no shred of hesitation as he reaches forward and pulls his aggressive twins apart. Their growls, barks and kicks continued even as they were locked in the massive hands that held them apart. Bucky knew their wolfish instincts had them completely ensnared, their tiny bodies filled with a surging flow of violence that couldn’t easily be quelled. On the floor he could feel Mattie curling up against his ankle, in fright from the chaotic slugfest her siblings waged in. He could feel his own anger beginning to burn hotly at that, so much that the pounding of his pulse in his ears deafened the animalistic snarl that dripped from his own tongue.

He could feel his jaws ache as a lethal set of canine’s began to extend to a sharpened point, his calming aquatic blue orbs had now become a luminous flame that seared behind a curtain of wolfish locks. The kicking in his stomach grew stronger, as if the unborn litter were howling in unison to the emergence of the pack alpha in human flesh. A powerful rumbling rose up from his chest and Bucky sudden released a monstrous roar that shook the very table in which the two pups stood on. “I SAID ENOUGH!!!”

Hearing the untamed–raw- beckon of the alpha wolf aided by a rapid, fierce command of unwavering discipline that was cutting into turbulent waves of aggression, Aurora dismissed a squeaky whimper, lurching against Bucky’s rigid palm as she was being restrained. She ducked her head, evasively, alarmed by the powerful delivery that erupted from Bucky’s depths. She knew that coaxing him with adorable–submissive licks on his flexing knuckles, wouldn’t elude his anger.

Reluctantly, the wolfling dared to met his frosted stare, she trembled as his pulsating blue eyes gleamed like liquid ice under messy dark tresses, cold, dissecting and unthawing. She identified that her stubbornness had been pushed too far, their Daddy never got crossed with them, at least not to this extent. Feeling tears heat in her eyes, she tried wiggling out of his immovable grip, hoping to escape and hide back into their carrier. Whining to gain back a returning sense of love, she allowed fresh tears to drip over Bucky’s flesh hand. “Daddy, m’ s’orry…”

“Me too, daddy.” Brennen released a weepy whine, his head lowering into the fold of Bucky’s hand as he felt fully chastised and devoid of all semblance of stubbornness or aggression. It was rare that their daddy showed this kind of anger, and the pup knew that he and Rora went too far this time. Daddy wasn’t feelin’ good, and they were makin’ it worst for him. “We won’t do it again,” the wolfling wasn’t sure of his own words, but he knew it’s what his daddy expected to hear from them. Despite the overwhelming burn of anger and frustration, Bucky felt as if a bucket of cold water was thrown over him as he watched his twins begin to tremble in his grip. His blue orbs returned to their natural shade and it was then he realized his mouth was morphed into a rabid snarl with feral teeth exposed. He blinked repeatedly and immediately released his twins from his hold. “I-Its all right, kids…Daddy…” Bucky shuddered, his stomach twisting into knots as his nerves became overflowed with emotional distraught. What had he done? He should have been more patient with children, not scare them into obedience. That’s not the man he was…that was the wolf. “Daddy didn’t mean to lose his temper.” He says softly. He feels the weight near his ankle shift into a tightened grip and he was reminded immediately what pushed him over the edge. They had frightened Mattie with their violent spar over what was meant to be a brightened breakfast table. Kneeling down, Bucky scoops his youngest up into his arms, remorse tugging at his heart as he feels her bury her head into the crook of his elbow and chest. He brushes his hand made of flesh over her baby fur in a calming manner, soothing the trembling in her bones before brushing her temple with a soft kiss. “Its all right now, little darlin’” Bucky cooes affectionately. “Right guys?” Bucky shoots over to Aurora and Brennen for added reassurance.

Watching the intensity of Bucky’s stoic demeanor evolve in a furrowing of disdain that pinched his eyebrows into a tensed crease, Aurora quickly lifted up the plastic bottle of maple syrup with her jaws, placing it upright in front of the untouched plate of sliced pancakes. She kept herself distant from Brennen and stared back at Bucky with her imploring teary blue eyes, conveying her reserved hunger as his full lips twitched and slanted into a boyish smirk. She knew that her daddy’s unhinged emotions were stable. “Yes, Daddy, we won’t scare little Mattie again…” She squeaked out her definite promise, gazing at the tiny pup cradled in Bucky’s arms, shivering with her muzzle hidden under his sleeve.

Brennen says nothing as his Bucky’s gaze shifts over to him, but the chubby pup merely bobs his head. A moment passes as the tension in the kitchen slowly begins to melt. It isn’t until Brennen’s stomach releases a high-pitched growl of its own that the tension fully breaks with Bucky and Aurora devolving into soft chuckles. “Wha? I’m hungy,” Brennen defends with a meek shrug. Raising his hind leg, the pup scratches away at an itch left beneath his chin where Aurora had nipped him. Almost instinctively he began to secretly plot his vengeance by leaving a banana peel inside her carrier. “Okay, kids, let’s eat.” Bucky says candidly, easing Mattie back into her booster seat as he went back to the task of serving the sliced pieces of pancakes onto separate plates. He made to evenly distribute the amount among the twin pups as not incur another stubborn fight between them. He watched them closely with a warm smile as their tails wagged excitedly and they immediately began to dive their muzzles into their plates. Each of them had their own unique way of eating. While Aurora was a fast eater when she was excitedly hungry, she took her time as she savored each piece with one bite. Brennen…Brennen was the exact opposite. The chubby pup treated his plate like a stuffed toy he sought to chew off with growling bites. He took several pieces of pancake into his mouth at once and made a mess as syrup drenched his muzzle, and pieces of batter clung to his jaw. “Easy there, Bren. Take too much at once, its gonna come out with a vengeance,” Bucky smirks as his wolfling stubbornly dives back in. Moving around the table, Bucky prepares the dish bowls with water and sets them down at the foot of the table where they’ll be able to wash off. As Bucky and Aurora continued to lavish their pancakes, Bucky set his stare on his youngest who waited patiently in her booster seat. “Cereal, little darlin’?” Bucky asks knowingly.

Unlike her ravenous siblings, Madison was a delicate eater, and had no desire to indulge herself into fattening pancakes; she preferred a small bowl of Rice Crispies and milk. Her stomach was overly sensitive, and cereal was light and refreshing for the morning. Cooing softly in a voiceless response, she drove a glance of her jeweled coffee orbs at the bottom cupboard where boxes of cereal had been placed, since Bucky ate a bowl every night before bed, it always eased his unsettled stomach. She lifted a paw to the direction of the cupboard and nodded mutely.

Bucky had at once retrieved the box of cereal from the cupboard she pointed to. He felt a slight bounce in his step that wasn’t there before. Somehow, the thought of feeding Mattie didn’t make him feel as exhausted as it did when preparing something for Aurora and Brennen. His youngest was a patient eater and that simple thought made him feel the tension melt away from his shoulders. He releases a soft yawn as he begins to pour milk into a small plastic bowl of Rice Krispies. It was her favorite cereal, she loved the popping sounds it made. Glancing over his shoulder, Bucky watches as his twins continue to eat their pancakes. Brennen’s pace had begun to slow between bites to avoid discomfort. The smell of banana was still heavy and the aroma made Bucky’s stomach growl, reminding him of his own need to nourish himself. He wasn’t eating just for himself after all. It took only a few minutes for him to use the leftover batter and cook up one massive banana pancake the size of a whole pan. A delicious smirk curled his lips as he began to cover it not just with butter and maple syrup, but also berries and cool whip. He was damn sure gonna enjoy himself as much as his kids were.

Taking in the humorous sight of Bucky’s poor attempt of a causal strut when he advanced indignantly towards their table, setting down the plastic cereal bowl in front of Mattie, Aurora emitted a girlish snicker, her bright azure eyes traced every waddling and unbalance step he took. Despite his irked effort to gain tactical momentum in his footing, Bucky smoothly flashed her with a mirroring, tentative smirk arching up his lip followed by a throated chuckle while Mattie tilted her head above the bowl, listening to crackling noises of rice puffs becoming soggy in milk, and she reared back with a spirited giggle that was barely audible.

Everything was back to a natural calmness at the breakfast table, hunger was sated and laughter returned as Bucky determinedly plonked himself down in a chair next to Mattie, drawing out an exasperated sigh, as his dark tresses glided over his pudgy cheek and the edges of his widening lips that curved stupidly into gaping smile as he gently nudged Mattie’s bowl, creating more crackles and popping noises.

“D'you think that’s pretty cool, huh darlin’?” he snorted out a hearty laugh, arching an eyebrow up at the little wolfling’s adorable squeak as she tipped her muzzle into the milk. “Yeah that’s right, dig in, sweetie, eat em’ all up…”

He paused ghosting out a laborious breath and shifted his weight against the chair that barely held his fattening mass, his metallic hand moved instinctively over the expanse of his swollen belly. His eyebrows scrunched into a scowl, evident to his sudden discomfort that made the pups feel on edge. A wave of nausea was hitting full throttle, as he tasted the acidic tang creeping out his throat. Pressing his lips tightly, Bucky measured he evened out his breaths, rubbing the swell of fat just below his navel while fighting the urge to collapse on the floor. He didn’t want to startle his babies, so he tried his damnest to remain in his chair.“Grah…S'It’s okay, Daddy’s just go-gotta ride this out.”

Reacting to her father’s distress, Aurora’s resolve became intently transfixed at his colossal sized pancake, layered with a slather of cool whip and blueberries, she crawled to the middle of the table, sliding the plate closer to him with her muzzle; Brennen’s icy blue eyes widened at the biggest pancake he ever saw, itwas a beautiful glimpse of a challenge he needed to prepare for. “Daddy, are you gonna eat all of it?” Aurora timorously asked, staring at her rotund father stabbing a fork mercilessly into a piece of buttery cooked batter.

Though Bucky would have felt generous in the face of literal puppy dog eyes that belonged to his first born, the growling of hunger in his empty belly refused to surrender the prized pancake. “fraid’ so, sweetie. Daddy’s eatin’ for hungrier little bellies inside of him.” He gently pats the surface of his waist with his metal hand. His right hand carves a large triangle piece out of the pancake. The piece was covered with the cool whip and a single berry with maple syrup dripping off its edge. The twin pups watch with mesmerized eyes as it floats towards Bucky’s mouth where he closes his lips around it and chews with a hearty moan of content. Brennen drools, his hunger suddenly spiking once again as he looks at all the extra ingredients added to the pancakes that made it look ten times more tasty. “That’s a mega pancake. I want one!” He barks aloud.

Sensing her brother’s relentless hunger was mounting, Aurora shot him with a heated glare, irately swatting her paw inches from his sticky muzzle. “You’re not gonna have another one, Bren, it’s for Daddy.” She wouldn’t let him gain another victory for breakfast, not when she detected little heartbeats pulsing actively within Bucky’s massive belly. She veered her inquisitive blue pools at Bucky, tilting her head to get a better view of his swollen mass as she tried to imagined how many adorable little sisters would be arriving in the coming months. “Daddy, are we gonna have s’more baby sisis’?”

Bucky swallows a second mouthful and licks the whip from his lips. Beside him, Mattie continues to lap away at her cereal with content, all while his two twins sit across from him and his plate with wide curious eyes. He couldn’t deny this was a rather pleasant turn to what started out as a chaotic breakfast. Pondering Aurora’s question, he takes a sip of his milk then replies. “Hard to say, sweetie. Could be all boys, or all girls, or a mix of both—but one thing’s for sure, our family is gonna get a whole lot bigger,” Bucky with a softness in his expression that wasn’t there before. The thumping in his head slowly eased and he felt a quell of relief within his stomach. “What do you think it is?” He asks her curiously, taking another large bite of his pancake.

The edging thought of having a litter of boys–more furballs of terror enforced a rake of disgust to ignite in her lithe body. It was unfathomable, daunting, too cataclysmic for her world to harbor. Boys were messy, aggressive and untamed. Brennen was the definition of an uncaged nightmare, he was innately devious and always hogged the blankets in their pod carrier. Maybe that’s why her Daddy was growing increasingly fat every day, he was carrying boys. Ah! She restrained a scream and gazed wide-eyed at the swell of Bucky’s belly. She emitted a shuddering whine, her blue orbs pleading. “I don’t want more Brens, Daddy…Please have lots of girls.”

“Hey! What’d wrong with me? You’re the bossy one!” The chubby wolfling jabs indignantly. The constant frustration of hearing his sister’s voice had extended even into his dreams where he could hear her growls for him to stop hogging the covers. It was a nightmare that left him feeling restless at night. He wished she could be a quiet one like Mattie; the thought of a whole new batch of bossy girls made Brennen shudder. “One Rora is enough, don’t make more of her daddy,” Brennen looks at his alpha almost beggingly. Bucky resisted the urge to burst into chuckles as he listened to his twins. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this, but surprisingly, Aurora and Brennen were able to pull him towards a brighter attitude. “I don’t think you two need to worry,” he says, cutting another piece of his pancake and swirling it in syrup off the plate. “If history has taught me anything; its that all my kids are special and unique, and something tells me the next bunch to come won’t be any different’.” He says warmly. They weren’t words to soothe the worries of his twins, but ones spoken with absolute surety. It was one of those things he could just feel.

Squeaking out her angelic coo, Mattie slid her bowl closer to Bucky’s cybertronic arm, the plastic rim nudged over ally plates that controlled with every flexing, metallic vibration that harmonized by brain waves and synapses that controlled the functional mobility of his left arm. She eased on her lanky hind legs, staring up at him with beseeching coffee orbs, that reflected vestiges of the brazen and ardent spirit of her absent mother. Her tummy was utterly full, and she wanted Bucky to have the rest of her cereal, one pancake wasn’t enough to feed a new litter. Stretching out a fore-paw, she graced his belly with a tentative, coaxing brush of her claws while guiding his flesh hand deftly towards the bowl.

“Aww thanks, little darlin’” Bucky beamed at the selfless offering from his youngest, just as he finished off the last bite of his massive pancake. With his right hand, he lovingly rubs Matte’s head while his other takes the offered bowl and eagerly drinks up the remainder of the cereal. He could feel the rumbling hunger in his belly begin to ease until he was finally full. He sets the now empty bowl on top of his plate, the fullness he felt in his belly traveled upward towards his throat until he released a resounding belch that boomed throughout the kitchen, catching the three pups by complete bewilderment.

Shuddering against the powerful belch that ripped out of her father’s throat, Mattie recoiled back alarmingly, squeaking out a submissive whine, as her skinny tail became tucked in between her hind legs. Aurora giggled at her sister’s reaction, before engaging Brennen’s widened gaze of icy blue, they both were entrapped by an electrifying rush of joviality., that only increased with freed laughter. “That wasn’t howlin’, Daddy,”

“No sweetie, but it means daddy and the little kickers in here had a good brekkie,” he says with a soft chuckle. A second, softer belch blew past his lips and Bucky felt a relief in pressure within his digestive system. The aches in his head had almost fully evaporated and the morning sickness had dulled to minor tingles. All in all, he felt million times better than when he woke up this morning, but the fuzziness he felt in his head still told him he wasn’t rested well enough. “How bout you guys? You done with yours?” He asked between them, hoping they yipped in approval as it meant the relaxing comfort of the couch was within reach.

Listening to the disgruntled edge in her father’s deep timbre, Aurora nodded with a yipping response, speaking for her siblings.“Yes, Daddy, we’re all done here,” She effortlessly jumping down from her seat, and landed flawlessly on her paws as if she carried agility of kitten. She fervently paced towards the bowl of fresh water and lapped up a few cool mouthfuls while giving Bucky with her imploring azure eyes, that shone like Swarovski crystal as light contrasted over her cinder fur. “Can we go watcha a movie now, Daddy?”

His daughter’s request had Bucky mentally fist-pumping in the air. Setting up a movie would be the perfect distraction for his little babies while he got in a much needed nap on the couch. Pulling Mattie close to his chest, Bucky gently rubs her belly while slowly rising up out of his seat. “Sure thing, sweetie. Just let daddy tidy up a little bit and then I'll—” The sudden rapping against his living room door drew Bucky’s attention. A sudden spike of dread pierced his stomach as his turbulent mind immediately began to assume possible danger in whatever had come to his home. He feels Mattie tense in his arms, burying her head into his elbow where she felt secure. Brennen releases low growls, his stance ready on the table as he watches his dad discreetly move to the window to peek outside. Seeing a familiar pick-up truck and motorcycle, Bucky immediately relaxes.

Feeling tension rise in the kitchen, Aurora ducked behind the island, her cinder furred body stiffened, as her muzzle lifted to a conscious reaction when the intrusive volumes of knocking grew louder. “Who’s that Daddy?” she timidly asked in a slur, striking up her defiance, an anxious pulse heaved within her; evoking instant shockwaves of unassailed hesitation. She reeled her lanky canine form against the bottom cupboard, attentively watching Bucky swiftly pace his unbalanced and wobbling footfalls rapidly to the cabin’s front door, with measured speed, his dark wolfish tresses flailed off his broad shoulders, as his metallic hand reached to unlock the door. “Daddy…wait!”

“Its okay, Aurora. We’ve just got some surprise visitors,” Bucky says with a sly tone of voice that only served to puzzle his offspring. As he made it to the front door in slow wobbly steps, he pauses to collect his breath, feeling a faint chill as the cool air from the outdoors permeated the cracks of the entryway. He instinctively pulls a robe off of the coat hanger close by and wraps himself in its warm embrace. A pleasant tingle moves through him, the security of insulation giving him no pause as he wraps his hand around the knob then opens it to reveal two familiar faces. “Steve…Wilson…” He says with faint surprise but his expression was welcoming.

“Mornin’ Buck,” Steve adamantly drawled to his disheveled best friend, arching his full lips into a boyish smile, looking rather chipper despite the Artic chill that penetrated through the snowy haze that barraging over the forest. His powerfully built Adonis body garbed with a leather bomber jacket zipped fully up to his broad neck and faded vintage denim jeans, and spiked blond hair tousled. In his large hands, he gripped onto a couple of plastic bags filled with packages of fresh meat, milk, yogurt, and Oreo cookies for the toddler pups. His vigilant azure eyes gleamed with friendly light as he stared at his ravishingly delightful little nieces and hellbent nephew hiding under the kitchen table. He chuckled heartily at their display of timidness, giving them a telltale glance. “I hope ya don’t mind that Wilson and I stopped by, Buck, I knew that you needed a fresh stock in the fridge, and plus I kinda miss your little guys.”

“Yeah, where the little cute furballs at? Brought some new toys for em to play with,” Sam says with smirk while holding a paper bag in his left arm. Despite the enmity that existed when they first met, Buck’s relationship with Wilson had developed into something akin to love/hate. They both took a certain delight in poking at each other with crude jokes and pranks. “And I ain’t forgotten about you too, Mama-bear,” Sam pulls from his bag a coffee mug with the label reading 'World’s Greatest Mom". He brandishes the mug beside him as if he were some over-eccentric salesman with a shark-like smile filled with humor. Bucky resisted the urge to knock him into the snow, and offered a stiff smile in response. “You really shouldn’t have, Wilson.”

“Alright you two, that’s enough,” Steve’s dominant timbre sliced intrusively through, derailing their schoolyard raillery. He gave Wilson a sideway glance, evident to hardened clench of his squared jaw. “Now’s not the time to unleash the Falcon, Sam, we came here to help Bucky out with the pups, so no startin’ a fight that you’re not gonna win.”

“Fair enough, Cap. I wouldn’t want to be flattened by a whale,” Sam jabs once more for added-effect as his eyes glance over Bucky’s bloated belly hidden beneath the mahogany colored robe he wore that resembled a wolf’s fur. He felt a smidgen of satisfaction as Bucky’s glacial pools become icier as they glower towards him from behind dark bangs. He watches as Steve shrugs and Bucky remains nonplussed despite his humorous jab. “Especially before it’s lunch-time. You brought the grub, right Cap?”

Sighing out a composed breath, Steve downcasted his gaze at the weighted bags, it wasn’t enough to sustain a full litter of ravenous wolflings. Giving Bucky an empathetic look, he absorbed the expecting father’s visage, purple blemishes darkened his steel-blue eyes, evidence that he wasn’t getting a decent amount of sleep, and he could distinctly smell disinfected wafting from the bathroom. Morning sickness was a turbulent and relentless storm to ride out. He needed to give Bucky a chance to sleep a full day, and that meant taking charge of being the pups’ babysitter. “I’m thinking about takin’ the little guys out for a ride into the city, y’know I’ve been promising em’ a milkshake. If that’s alright with you, Buck?”

“YES!” Bucky nearly startled Steve and Sam with his sudden loud outburst of approval. Bucky immediately masked his jubilation at the thought of the afternoon all to himself where he could do nothing but catch up on some much needed sleep while Steve took the kids out for a while. He could feel multiple confused stares boring into his back from around the corner of the living room after all. “I mean—uh, yeah…I think, I think that would be a good idea.” Bucky tucks his lips into a tight smile, resisting the urge to grin and pulled Steve into a crushing embrace while thanking him heroically. “Man, where’s my manner’s. Come in punk, you can bring your helper in too,” Bucky all but drags Steve and Sam into the warm confines of his living room and out of the cold. “Ey, who you calling helper—” Sam begins indignantly before the sound of high-pitched barking began to run towards them.

“Unca Steve!!” As the uncontrolled barking resounded through the cabin, Steve braced himself for sudden impact, he lowered onto his haunches, releasing his grip on the bags when he felt a thrust of fierce energy gravitating towards him. In seconds his unwavering azure eyes settled on three furry blurs of dark-chestnut and cinder, approaching the doorway with unrelenting momentum.

A beaming smile possessed his quirking lips, boyishly melting with jovial light as he openly stretched out his thick sculpted arms, readying himself to engage the pups a tender embrace. Chuckling knowingly Bucky sidestepped away from the impending collision, securing his cybertronic arm over the swell of his expanding belly, as he sagged against the doorframe, looking utterly spent, his frosted blue eyes dozily observed in contented radiance as Steve was being welcomed by lovable, swathing puppy kisses. The blond haired super-soldier’s rumbles of hearty laughter became too infectious to restrain. “Hiya little guys…Boy, did I miss you.”

Bucky watched as his kids laughed and barked in unison, jumping into Steve’s arms and began to cuddle and nip at him adoringly, showing just how much they missed him too. It filled Bucky with great pride and joy as he watched, feeling that his children were a part of a much bigger family outside of him and their missing mother. Steve had always been a brother to him, and that connection was equally felt and embraced by his pups. “Looks like they missed you too.” He chuckles softly, groggily making his way towards the entertainment center of the living room. “You guys showed up just in time. They just finished having breakfast, but I don’t think they’re ready to take a break just yet.” “What you doing here, birdie?” Sam suddenly found himself being confronted by the stormy blue eyes of a chubby pup that stood fearlessly at his feet. It took immense willpower for the former Avenger not to burst into a fit of chuckles, despite the unwelcome comment from the male pup he knew was the hellraiser of the Barnes litter. “Hello to you too, short-round. Something tells me you looking for a round 2. But I don’t think running on a full-belly will get you far,” Sam jabs as he bends down to gaze at the chubby pup with a sly smirk. Brennen growls, his stance becoming challenging on his tiny paws. “Maybe I’m still hungee. For birdie this time!” Bucky watches, softly amused as Sam turns the hostility into a moment of fun as he bolts out of the living room, feigning terror as a chubby pup gives chase with gleaming canines. “That’s my boy.” He smirks.

“He’s got a good run in him, Buck,” Steve quipped in a deep, wavering Brooklyn drawl, smirking faintly as he gently cradled the two female wolflings in the embrace of his shielding arms, Mattie snuggled cozily against the solid expanse of his chest, nuzzling her tiny head, bunching up the jacket’s leather. Aurora was resting on his forearm, her paw swatting at his zipper tab. Ghosting out a throated chuckle, Steve tentatively caressed their baby cinder fur; staring up at Bucky hobble in slow–laborious– paces towards to the couch piled with blankets and a few pillows. Visual proof that he wasn’t sleeping in the master bedroom at night. “Buck, how are you feelin’, with the morning sickness and all…I can bunk here for a few nights if that’s gonna help you out?”

Steve’s generous offer had Bucky reeling for a moment. On the one hand, he knew that Steve would prove to be a massive help to him with the kids. Moments to himself were rare and too far between that Bucky’s only solace was when the days reached their end and it was time for sleep. As tempting as the thought of more time to himself seemed, Bucky wasn’t sure he wanted Steve around to see him when he was at his worst. “I wouldn’t object to the company, Steve. You’re always welcome here,” he says with as much positive energy he could show. His fatigue and drowsiness still lingered and any enthusiasm on his part was tempered by it.

“Well, right now, M’ takin’ the kids out for ride,” Steve firmly intoned, his hawkish azure eyes intently drifted to Sam chasing Brennen down the cluttered hallway, unwashed piles of clothes and bed sheets needed to be washed; the place was in disarray, and Bucky was obviously in no apt form to tidy up the obstructing mess. He needed to take charge, pronto, and assemble the rebellious toddlers into the mobile carrier that close to his reach. He geared up his commanding resolve, wearing the unyielding semblance of Captain America, as his eyes gleamed intensely downward at Bucky’s extensive swollen belly, that he guessed was housing a sizeable litter of pups. “I can see you’re lacking sleep, and you need a break, so we’re gonna spend a day with these little guys, while you go down for a nap, Buck.”

A look of puzzlement came over Bucky’s chubby face at that. His first impulse was to object at what felt to be an imposition on Steve who had just stopped by to visit after all. His children were his own responsibility and he knew how much of a handful they could be…But Steve was also right, he was in sore need of a nap—a long one at that. The excitement pouring off of his girls was the deciding factor that maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the kids got out for awhile. Being cooped up all the time would begin to fray upon their patience as they would want to get out, and in Bucky’s condition, he couldn’t exact give them the outdoor fun they would want. Plus, true to his Captain rank, Steve didn’t appear to be giving him much of a choice. “I’m too tired to think about whether that’s a good idea or not,” Bucky joked between a lazy smile, his lidded eyes already half-closed as he makes his way towards the couch. “Kids, come up here.” He pats his lap once he sinks back into the soft comfort of the cushions beneath him. He could feel himself immediately beginning to relax.

Without a delay of a heartbeat, Steve lowered down to release the pups, Aurora barreled towards the couch, swiftly and jumped onto the cushions with no conscious of effort in her graces, she nudged her muzzle playfully against her father’s swelled belly, giggling from the effects of a sugar rush.

Next came Brennen, sprinting over the hardwood, like an unstoppable little train, building unfettered momentum before he launched into the air, giving everyone in the room a display of his canine agility infused with dynamic rushes of the super- serum. He vaulted onto the armrest, crawling over a pillow until he pushed Aurora off Bucky’s lap, while his icy azure eyes fixed wickedly at Sam, cold murderous fire that reflected the menacing, incarnate spirit of the Winter Soldier through a death glare, unmistakably trying to imitate Bucky’s deadened–terminator- stare.

Finally, little Mattie toddled her way towards the couch in her elegant paw-steps, poised and balletic like her mother, her coffee orbs stared dolefully at Bucky, as she emitted a faint squeak, conveying her sense of detachment from him. This was the first time, the pups would be venturing the outside world without their father, the sense of separation grew a tad daunting and yet exciting to spend a day with their uncle, but for Mattie, she never left Bucky’s side; resistance was palpable in her stance, as she hopped up to join her siblings.

Snuggling urgently, the coco-furred pup wedged her head between his metallic elbow and the pudgy expanse of his hip, feeling the pulsing rhythmic crescendo of five heartbeats; Mattie cocked her head up and delicately placed her paw on the round curve of his girth, softly tapping the number with a jubilant wag of her tail; as Bucky tenderly graced her back with a loving glide of his fingers, arching his lips wider into a breathless, rapturous smile that made his dozy steel-blue eyes crinkle; a wash of warm tears gleamed as they shared an undeniable moment, embracing the fathoms of reality that he was indeed carrying five new babies. Aurora leveled her unwavering stare of insatiable at his expanding belly, and tilted her head, trying to figure out what her mute sister was telling to him through her paw gestures. “Daddy, what’s ta’ Mattie doin’ to your belly?”

Aurora’s intuitive question had Bucky drying his eyes with the back of his hand. Somehow, he imagined this conversation happening on a lazy Saturday with all his kids nestled against his expanding belly, enraptured by the sensation of shifting mass. But now he couldn’t help but feel that this was somehow more fitting, especially with Steve here to add to their whole. He felt supported and belonged, which only heightened the flow of tears that came with his shifting hormones. “Vse normal'no. Matte’s just saying hi to your new siblings, milaya.” He says with a watery smile, his calloused digits softly caressing the back of Mattie’s head as she snuggled close against his side. He knew that it would be hard for her to spend an afternoon without him. Of all his children, she depended on him the most for shelter, protection, and understanding. He was her more than just her father, he was her home. And he knew deep down he depended on her just as much. But if there was one thing he wanted his little darlin’ to experience was life and adventure outside the walls that surrounded him. Neither of them could be selfish in this matter. “You gonna be okay with Uncle Steve, golubka?” He asks her softly, looking into her swirling pools of brown that reminded him of her mother.

Beautiful as their tangible moment was, bracing herself to face the afternoon without him, Mattie dismissed incessant squeaks, burying her muzzle into the cushions as she stubbornly turned her back towards him. Little audible cries whacked through her, leakage of tears dampened the blanket as she fell into a possession of unstable and rejecting emotions. Disruptive pain–heartache was vividly exposed in her tremors, she felt no comfort by his delicate touch raking over her fur. This little girl wasn’t going to budge unless Bucky promised to go with her.

As Steve grounded himself opposite of the couch, he could unquestionably see the gleam of tears waging a storm of aching emotion in Bucky’s pale aquamarine eyes; he knew it wasn’t going to be a smooth run for any of pups to spend a full day away from home–their daddy. Giving an assertive nod to Sam, they quickly extracted out the packages of food on the countertops, opening the fridge and placing cartons of milk on shelves while trying not to impose on Bucky’s conversation with the pups��especially Mattie.

“Mattie…” Bucky entreated to her in a soft voice. He could feel his heart breaking as he listened to her tiny cries; they held the power to make him do almost anything so long as it could get her to stop—to feel better. He knew it wasn’t easy for her to spend time away from her, but it was an eventuality she needed to face, despite her still being a baby. He could feel his resolve beginning to slip however as she ignored his soft plea and continued to squeak and whimper into the cushion. “Mattie, please don’t feel bad, little darlin’. You won’t be gone too long, and you might even have fun.” Bucky continues, touching her side, trying to coax her back to his side, but having no luck. Finally shrugging, Bucky turns to look at Steve with an imploring look, asking for help. Steve always had a better way of providing comfort and assurance than he did.

Determining to use a delicate approach, Steve paced closer to the couch, his motorcycle boots thumped with imposing vibrations against the hardwood, as he gave Bucky a subtle wink before he crouched down to his haunches, and extended out his large hand, avoiding the shapely roundness of Bucky’s waist. Recognizing the display of stubbornness that he knew all too well, his cool azure eyes leveled tenderly at the trembling dark furred pup, as he effectively reduced his authoritative timbre into a more softer and brotherly tone.“Hey, what’s goin’ on there, baby girl, tryin’ to start a game of hide and seek, cause y'know I love playin’ that game, sometimes I still do with your Auntie Nat,” he chuckled fondly while mirroring Bucky’s dozy smirk. His fingers brushed deftly over Mattie’s back, hoping to give her a trusting sense of connection with him. “..but y'know it’s more fun when you’re playin’ outside, more places to hide and if you’re anythin’ like your old man, it’s gonna be pretty hard to find ya, right Buck?”

Bucky was amazed with Steve’s smooth approach that it came no surprise he was able to pick up a woman as lethal and beautiful as Romanov. If he had shown this kind of wit in their younger years, he would have had no trouble finding a pretty dame to dance with. “You got that right, punk,” Bucky says, giving Steve’s shoulder a playful bop. “When you know the shadows like me, you don’t get found unless you want to be. Think you can show him it runs in the family, little darlin’?” Bucky coos tactfully, hoping to rouse her from her small shell. “Hey, daddy. No one can hide like me!” Brennen chose this moment to interject with a shroud of indignance that he was being overlooked. “I doubt that,” Sam mutters to himself, rolling his eyes as he wonders how these kids could go a moment without being competitive.

Stifling out a whimper, Mattie twisted around in steady motion, poking her up and stared at Bucky’s radiant light shining within the intensity of his glacial depths, the crow lines etched near his eyes crinkled, he was utterly glowing with the irresistible wake of fatherly love. In that agonizing moment of choosing to follow her adventurous siblings, she knew that he needed to rest without her. Nuzzling her furry cheek against the ridges of his knuckles, she cooed lightly, evicting all her resistance, and surprisingly detached herself from him, crawling into Steve’s opened arms without a fuss. “Don’t worry Buck, M’ gonna take good care of her,” Steve promised with a steeled gleam in his eyes, as the warmth of the toddler pup converged with his pulse; he cradled his hand over her bottom, holding her with a securing embrace as her back pressed snugly against solid muscle; he silently indicated to Bucky to drop a kiss on her head.

Bucky felt an ache within his chest at the impending realization that his kids would be leaving. Even if it was for a short time in the day so that he could rest, the mere thought of being separated from them filled him with dread and the feeling of being hollow. He once again felt his resolve being challenged—this was as much hard for him as it was for Mattie. But as he felt the gentle thump inside of his belly, it was a reminder that he wouldn’t be alone—not really. He trusted Steve to take care of his babies and he wouldn’t give him reason to think otherwise. Smiling with a tired look, Bucky droops low and tenderly presses his lips to Mattie’s head, pouring his love and heartfelt promise to be waiting for when she gets back. He’d take her back into the warm and security of his arms and not let go. “Have fun, little darlin’. You’ll be back home before you know it,” he coos, softly. Stepping back, he looks at his other two children sitting on the couch. Showing neither of them neglect, Bucky collects Aurora and Brennen into his arms, burying his face into their baby fur. “You two behave and look out for each other, m'kay? Try not to put your Uncle Steve on the ropes,” he says with a chuckling breath while rubbing their backs.

Engaging his task as an uncle, Steve took both pups into his welcoming embrace as an onslaught of exhaustion suddenly barraged over Bucky, he eased his bulked weight off the floor, turning his intent gaze to the carrier, and quickly moved to the window, gesturing to Sam to start the pickup’s engine with a fleeting nod.

Watching the New Avenger pull on a pair of Aviator sunglasses in a smooth, aloof fashion, Steve gently placed the anxious babies inside; adjusting the blanket over their furry and tumbling infant bodies.“Okay little guys, let’s hit the road.” He closed the carrier’s gated door, lifting it up by the handle with a firm extent of his clutch, without breaking stride, whirled effortlessly around and gave Bucky a quick, brisk salute, which became nonetheless mirrored by a faint-hearted smile. “See ya in a few hours, Buck."

With a heavy heart, Bucky watches them take from the front door of the cabin. It almost felt as if a part of his soul was being ripped away. He reminded himself repeatedly that he had to be stronger than this. Stronger than his hormones and his anxieties that made him feel things almost a hundred times worse than they actually were. His babies would be brought back in a few hours. They were in perhaps the safest hands in the world, and the only hands he would trust to take care of them… And yet, Bucky felt the absence of their presence so strongly, he immediately shuttered his thoughts to prevent him from doing something rash like turning into the beast within and giving chase after them. "See you soon, kiddos.” He says softly. A chill permeates the robe he’s wearing and Bucky finds himself stepping back into the warmth of his home away from home. The cabin was so quiet. It wasn’t the silence he was used to; even when his pups were sleeping, the soft snores and squeaks were like a soothing ambiance that chased away the restlessness inside of him. He felt empty now—hollow in their absence as he walks through the silence living room and kitchen. His loneliness lasted until he felt the kicking again in his stomach, giving his pause and a moment of silent reflection. He wasn’t alone—not really. His family was growing bigger with each passing day. Though the thought of being lone parent to so many little lives filled him with apprehension, he knew that he would only grow stronger as he evolved with the times. It was the way of the wolf, the way of the soldier, and the way of a father. Renewed with confidence within himself, Bucky felt his spirit uplifted and the dread in his stomach evaporate. A new sensation filled his belly and it was the churning of hunger. “You little guys don’t get enough do you?” He whispers to his belly with a dry chuckle. He could use a snack before getting that much needed shut-eye. Minutes later he falls back onto the welcoming bliss of the couch cushions with a pack of Oreos in hand. Chewing one of the delicious cookies, he looks at his rotund expanse of his bloated belly that resembled a hill-top of flesh covered cotton with a shrug, “I bet I look like a hippo.” A dry scoff escapes his mouth that turns into a chuckle at his own quip. Fatigue still lingered and he knew he’d have little trouble falling to sleep feeling this relaxed. His spirit was content as his thoughts turned to the future, the growing family he would have, the friends he could count on, and the home he always wanted. Life was good, but it wasn’t without its share of hardships. The most difficult one being the absence of the other half of his heart.

His eyes began to flutter closed, the deep recesses of his thoughts painting a blurred image that was sharpened by the smell of lavender and strawberries. “Sleep well, handsome. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He could see Selina laying beside him, angelic in her beautiful caring visage, and loving in her soulful gaze. Life felt complete suddenly, and he knew from then on, he would be the happiest man in the world. “Good night, Lina…” He whispers, his eyes finally shutting and falling into a blissful sleep. The End

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The ambiance of joy swelled within the cabin, Brennen Barnes padded stubbornly on his four paws outside the master bedroom's doorway, waiting for his Daddy to call him inside; it had been twelve restless hours since Bucky went into labor, the apex contractions were brutal -but somehow the young alpha rode them out and during the early hours of morning, Bucky had delivered the smallest litter of baby pups. Aurora and Madison were there at his side in a heartbeat, gushing over the newborn babies, now it was Brennen's turn to meet his new siblings. Advancing in cautious paw-steps, Brennen poked his small canine head through the doorway, his frosty azure eyes scanned eagerly over the masses of dense shadow until he gained sight of the massive cinder-brunette fur alpha resting contently on top of blankets. He identified faint little fussy squeaks emitting from a rolled up sheet, the babies were alert. Halting at the mattress frame, the pudgy male pup sat on his rear, tilting his muzzle up, to catch the new puppy scent before he mustered up a feeble voice, wagging his skinny tail."Daddy, is it safe for me now?" he squeaked with a tad hitch of impatience. Hearing the boyish timidness of his son's voice, Bucky lifted his head off a scrunched pillow, groaning sluggishly against the dull throbs in his lower regions, and peered over the mattress's edge, setting his luminous steel-blue orbs on his eldest male pup. A spread of warmth twitched his long muzzle into a jovial smirk."Hiya kiddo," Bucky slurred grotty while stretching his jaws to release a throated yawn. He was still trapped in a haze of elation, after riding out harsh thralls of contractions and falling into a stasis of exhaustion, the young alpha spent most of his days, onto of his bed which he deemed his nursing area, and rested contently on his side. He didn't want to be separated from his beautiful and precious toddlers, but the distance was necessary. He was still trapped in a haze of elation, after riding out harsh thralls of contractions and falling into a stasis of exhaustion, the young alpha spent most of his days with his newborns, sleeping on tops of his bed which he deemed his nursing area, and rested contently on his side. He didn't want to be separated from his beautiful and precious toddlers, but the distance was necessary as he nursed every three hours. "M' very happy you're here Bren, I've missed my little guy..." Bucky whispered his deep timbre, bringing a forepaw to his eldest son, and caressed Brennen's lanky head with a tender glide, as his eyes slowly closed. He was too spent."H-Have you been a good boy for Uncle Stevie, yeah I bet you've been puttin' him on the ropes, huh..." He quirked his muzzle into a faint, half-hearted smile. A sudden modicum of guilt etched over his canine visage."M' s'orry that I've haven't played with ya in a while, kiddo, s'just that Daddy's gotta stay here with these tiny furballs..."

The chubby wolfling sat uneasily on his backside as we watched the scene in front of him. The tiny furballs were a little smaller than himself, smelling like fresh cinnamon that incited a rumble deep in his belly. His daddy looked tired, but happier than he could remember. Brennen wasn't sure how to feel except a little out of place and envious as he watched all the little girls, his sisters, squeak and cuddle against the warm and secure expanse of his daddy's belly. Brennen would never admit it, but he liked the feeling of being nestled and protected by his father's shadow. It gave him strength and the feeling of love and appreciation. It felt like a long time since his daddy held him that close. The thought made the wolfing squeak softly in disapproval. "Its okay, daddy." He says, despite himself watching as Aurora and Mattie gushed and licked at one of their new sisters laying on her back, paws dangling in the air cutely. "The girls need you…" He couldn't mask the disappointment in his voice despite himself, unwilling to bring himself closer as he watched them all roll and cuddle from a short distance.

Hearing his little guy's voice morphed into a cadence of dismay, the young alpha tilted his long muzzle downward, and leveled his steel-aquamarine orbs at his chubby pup who hunkered tensely on his hind paws. Their loving proximity felt intolerably distant --almost severed. He needed to do his damnedest to get Brennen to smile again. "Hey, Daddy's got someone here who I think you're gonna like a lot, kiddo..." He murmured soothingly, and curved his muzzle into a faint-hearted smirk, nudging his defiant son's head. "Whatya say, hmm... do you wanna meet this little furball who keeps puttin' me on the ropes?"

"Whaddya mean?" Brennen was confused, but there was an underlying sense of anticipation within. His daddy only talked like that when he was hiding something like a surprise, and surprises were something that made the chubby wolf feel rare excitement over. His daddy didn't say anything, , Wiggling up onto his hind paws, Brennen tentatively waddles over towards his father, careful not to waddle to closely to his new baby-sisters who laid close to him like a welcome mat pressed snuggling against a door. He was big compared to them and didn't want to crush them under his chubby weight. "What's going on?" He squeaks at Bucky, standing a safe distance close but not enough to peer over the crook of his massive arm that seemed to be hiding something wedged between his chest.

Emitting out a hearty chuckle deviously, Bucky grinned stupidly, quirking the furred edges of his muzzle up, as he conveyed a sense of mystery towards a little treasure that he concealed for Brennen to embrace fully with him. His luminous frosted blue orbs shone blazingly alight with mounting elation, as he smoothly implored his befuddled pup to advance closer to his swollen girth where a pudgy ball of downy chestnut and flecked copper fur was nestled snug against his thick undercoat, squeaking fussily with little quivers. Bucky tenderly stroked his paw over the newborn's pup back, easing down the feverish shudders, before he gazed softly into Brennen's piercing azure eyes. "Okay, now remember when you told Daddy, your big wish...Well, kiddo, guess what you've got a new little brother for our home team...and he's waitin' for you to name him, Bren."

Brennen's beady blue eyes suddenly grew to the size of saucers, his tail jutted upwards along with his ears in a comical display of jolted shock. "What?! I-I got a little brother?" His voice grew in mounting disbelief as well as excitement. He nearly jumped on his paws as he clambers over towards Bucky at an alarming speed. Could it be true? Would he finally not be the only boy surrounded by bossy sisters? He felt elated by thought as if he were being given a new source of fun and entertainment. "Where is he? Can I see him?" The wolfling barks in soft pitches, his volume causing the fussy newborn girls to squeak at him. He stands on his hind legs, his frontal paws resting against his daddy's arm to peer over at what was surprisingly, a ball of reddish brown fur. "Whoa…" He says, awe in his tone.

"Yeah, pretty cool huh, he's definitely got a bit of the Irish flare in him," Bucky snorted out a breathless chuckle watching his eldest son bounce on his paws and squeaking excitingly, as he shifted a jovial glance at the small dark furred tennis balls latched onto the rounded expanse of his belly. The little girls were clumsily wiggling against each other, lifting their tiny pinkish snouts, and whimpering greedily for another tun of warm milk. Aurora and Mattie were curled up on his pillow, releasing delicate coos in their contented sleep. His steel-blue orbs grew misty with unshed tears, as he gazed down at his pudgy sightless babies nuzzling against his girth, he unknowingly smiled as their cooing and pitchy squeaks became a unified cadence of unshakeable joy that bestilled his heart. It was an infinite glimpse of heaven that opened for him to soar into, but he needed to remain grounded while Brennen was there with them.With the gentle ease of his parted jaws, Bucky tenderly lifted his pudgy auburn pup away from the ravenous girls and lowered him closer to Brennen's cautious reach. "Well Bren, this little squeak is your new brother, he was the last one that squeezed out of...um...Daddy's big gut and boy did he sure put up a fight," he chuckled throatily, licking the extra fumy milk off his youngest son's tiny snout. The scent of the pup was soothing to inhale, cinnamon with a touch of frosted mint, as he brushed his nose over the baby's arching back, keeping him steady in his sightless wobbles. A sated yawn ghosted out of his depths before he effortlessly seized his stubborn toddler with a fore paw, guiding him closer to his chest. "C'mere, my malysh (baby boy)," he whispered fluidly in graveled Russian, feeling Brennen tensing under his curved paw. "S'it's okay Bren, you just snuggle up to Daddy and we'll pick a damn good name for him..."

Understanding had settled into the wolfling as he listened to his father's heartfelt story. His daddy never got to do something as important and special as naming a little brother that he would grow up with. There was a time that Brennen felt he wouldn't get to do it either. For so long he wanted a little brother to play with, to look after and to protect. He knew now he was the luckiest big brother in the whole world to get the chance. Wagging his tail excitedly, Brennen barks with a slight bounce in his paws. "Okay, daddy. I'll name him." Shifting on his feet, Brennen brings himself to hover over his little brother who squeaks and flays his little paws in the air. He was every bit as fussy as Brennen felt in the mornings when he wanted to stay in bed. "Let's see…" The wolfling feigns deep thought, circling the little baby and sniffing him at the same time. "How about…" Brennen shrugs, the task to find a good name that was both fitting and catchy. Surprisingly, he sees pup favor his left paw as he bats it into the air. "…South Paw?!" He barks up at Bucky with bright eyes as if a light-bulb went off in his head. He nearly deflates as his dad gives him an unimpressed look. "Hey, it's not bad!" Brennen says defensively.

"South Paw," Furrowing his brow into a pinch, Bucky chuckled out a breathless snort, as his steel-blue depths held a glint of boyish mischief. He nuzzled the tip of his whiskered snout over the infant pup's little pudgy belly that had streaks of pink, and listened to the fastidious squeaks emitting from his suckling mouth. He refused to allow his fatherly dominance dampen Brennen's joyous experience of christening his little guy with a defining name.

Bucky quirked the edges of his muzzle into a slanting grin, tenderly looking down at his copper furred baby wiggling against his shielding paw."I don't know, Bren, it does seem like a pretty cool name..." He drawled in husky pitch, arching his brows causally, nodding in a subtle fashion."Look, you gotta know that...um.. the name you chose is what we're gonna be calling this little guy forever, kiddo." He instantly discerned a flash of a sulk tampering over his eldest son's chubby and furry visage and blew out a long and exasperated sigh."Of course, it's not easy naming em', believe me, Bren. " He brushed his muzzle lovingly over Brennen's tensed back, grounding him closer to the nestling pup." ...but M' sure that if you really look at this furball, you'll get the right one..."

"Names are tough," Brennen concedes with a disgruntled sound. He would admit that his daddy had a point, and South Paw sounded more of a nickname than one they should call his new brother by each day. The excitement he initially felt at naming his brother takes a serious turn as he brings himself to think harder. He may be little, but Brennen knew that names came not just from endearing friends and relatives, but also by one's actions and personalities. His new baby brother was fascinating to him on many levels, not just because he was another boy in the family, but because his fur seemed to glow in the sunlight that beamed into the room; making it seemed like he was emanating fire. It made him look awesome and intimidating. "His fur looks like fire, daddy. It's so cool…like its ablaze…Blaze…" The name rolled off the tip of his tongue, giving him pleasant chills despite the meaning of the word.

"Mmm... Yeah, now that's a damn good name him," Bucky whispered softly, curving his fore paw just enough to tilt the baby pup slightly up, he smiled radiantly, inhaling the inviting scents of cinnamon and sandalwood. It astonished him that each of his pups had their own unique essence, but this little-- feisty-- guy, Bucky already detected jet fuel surging in his veins. He wondered how much of the super-soldier serum had infused within his pudgy form, only time would tell.

As tenderness bled through his menacing countenance, Bucky just embraced a cherishing and overwhelmingly poignant moment with both of his male detkas as he called his sightless and tennis ball sized newborn by the name Brennen had decided on, unaware that unshed tears were unknowingly glistening in his eyes to the brim. A tumult of emotion assailed him beneath masculine restraint. He was basking in a dreamlike state, the pressured throbbing in his swollen belly receded as he felt warmth--wholeness- return.

"Boy, if Lina only could see this now...' Bucky rasped heavily under breath, roving a heartfelt glance at his three baby girls nestled between Aurora and Madison. A spike of unbidden anguish lanced through him; he wanted his brazen and snarky kitten to be here with their babies, to ride every moment with him, but she was unreachable in form, one day, he vowed she would be free to live again.

Sniffling, the content and awestruck alpha stroked his wet tongue delicately over the squeaking pup's downy auburn fur, doing his very utmost not to cry. "Ya, hear that little cinnamon roll, your name is Blaze Dugan Barnes...” he smirked snarkily, as the name of his old and hearty spirited wartime comrade--Dum Dum Dugan --slotted into his mind. ‘There’s no way in hell, M’ namin’ my next kid after that English dame...Peggy...Not gonna happen.’

Chuckling freely with a throated snort, Bucky marveled genuinely at Blaze who fussed a little, bringing his paws up to swat reflexively against Bucky’s lengthy furred jaw. He beamingly shifted a soulful gaze back to Brennen, his steel-aquamarine orbs held a pulsating serene light before he sweetly caressed his newborn’s pudgy tummy, gliding his snout with pacifying motion.“We’re still gonna call ya...South Paw, cause it’s..um.. one of the best code names I’ve ever heard," he whispered drowsily, lifting his paw up to playfully nudge Brennen's muzzle.

"My idea! Mine!" Brennen chuckled mirthfully as he tries to return the gesture and nudge his father's muzzle. His smaller height, however, lands him against his father's arm instead. There was a vibrancy around him that had been missing for a long time, as if a new life had entered his body and lifted him away from the dreariness of boredom and loneliness. "Think he'll like his name, daddy?" Brennen asks curiously as he hovers about the small pup that squeaks and squirms on his back as if trying to roll over onto his side, towards the source of heat he could feel emanating close to him. Instinctively, Brennen helps him to roll over until Blaze's back is pressed against their daddy's side. Almost immediately, the pup began to relax and his fidgeting stopped.

Drawing out a ragged yawn that made his tongue curl with a low squeak, Bucky unabashedly lowered his head on the propped cushion that kept him in a comfortable position while nursing insatiable appetites. He felt the rapid pace of exhaustion seizing his massive canine body, it didn't prevent him from displaying a full measure of love to his rapturous toddler and the little guy tucked perfectly against his belly. "Of course he's gonna love the name, Bren..." he winced slightly, parting his jaws gaped as his fanged incisors gleamed against the caress of twilight shimmering over his dark chestnut fur.

A swell of boyish laughter vibrated up his throat, as Bucky closed his eyes while easing out steady pants of breath. He easily sensed that Brennen was becoming distant, by the shift of retreating movement against the blankets. "Y'know you can settle right here at Daddy's big gut," he gently stretched out his hind leg to make room without disturbing the baby pup. His expression softened alight to fatherly warmth twinkling in his glacial depths of luminous aquamarine."Blaze isn't gonna mind, really...Plus the little dames are sleepin' with your sisters, so this is a good spot for a couple of Brooklyn boys to rest up...." He curved his muzzle into a lazy smirk, coaxingly."Whatya say, kiddo?"

The offer to Brennen was something he'd been waiting to hear for weeks now, since before his daddy made new babies and he and Mattie had to stay with Uncle Steve. As much as the second eldest of the Barnes litter tried to convey a look of strength and solidarity among his sisters, deep down he missed the close contact he shared with his alpha. His father was more than a source of inspiration and strength to him, but he was also the one he love and protective of most. Without his daddy he wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't have a new brother to share. "Okay, daddy." He makes his way over to a sizeable space made for him beside Blaze. The larger wolfing laid on his side, vertical to the auburn pup so that the tip of their heads nearly touched each other. The close proximity of his father and his brother filled Brennen with a surge of warmth that made him feel like the sun had entered his heart. He felt immeasurable contentment as if a greater piece of himself that was missing had just been recovered. "Thanks for letting me name him," he murmurs up to his father tiredly. "G'night, Blaze." Brennen yawns, stretching his jaw revealed rows of gleaming little canines, before he settles in for a comfortable rest.

The realness of the moment had grappled Bucky into an ecstatic realm of sheer contentment; it was a genuine feeling of home; something that he was cheated with for seventy years of being an unleashed and murderous weapon...Relishing in the stillness of mounting silence encompassing over his family, Bucky tearily stared at his two male pups, his boys that shared his hell-bent determination and surges lethal fire, they were definitely little Howling Commando's, who would someday to take on missions of survival and follow his intimating shadow. Gracing a soft lick over Brennen's head, he drawled soothingly, just above a whisper. 'M so proud of you, Bren...You're gonna be a great big brother, just like Daddy."

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trust-my-glorious-purpose · 4 years ago

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Loki had reacted almost instantly when Brendan awoke from his dream, though he kept a calm visage to help pacify and soothe him. Before he had led Brendan to bed, he turned off the desk lights, then head eased him into bed beside him. It wasn't often that Loki was the one playing the role of protector and comforter, but it made him feel worthy and wanted in a unique way. "Would you like me to read to you to calm your nerves?" He always loved when Bren would read to him, the cadence and tone to his voice never failing to send Loki off to sleep, he only wished to return the favor.

“Don’t ask questions. Jus’.. hold me until I tell yeh tae stop or I fall asleep. Whichever happens first.“

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mvnros · 6 years ago

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munro d’eath | fuck a silver lining | tag dump.

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rentscoot · 5 years ago

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Argelès-sur-Mer : clients et Gilets jaunes au soutien des salariés mis à pied à Weldom

Ce vendredi matin, une cinquantaine de personnes, syndicalistes CGT, Gilets jaunes du Boulou, clients et sympathisants à la cause, se sont retrouvés devant le magasin Weldom, dans une ambiance solidaire, sans en bloquer l’accès. Une mobilisation de soutien, qui intervient à la suite de la mise à pied de quatre salariés de l’enseigne, qui étaient convoqués individuellement à un entretien pour « faute grave », sans plus de précision de la direction. Aucun incident n’est à signaler si ce n’est, à la sortie, le désarroi des employés et le maintien des charges de la hiérarchie. La procédure suit son cours, les décisions devaient être rendues dans un délai dit « raisonnable ».

Leurs visages sont graves, les traits tirés par dix nuits blanches depuis leurs mises à pied le 29 octobre dernier. Entre crainte et impatience, cette convocation officielle devant la direction, était donc très attendue ce vendredi matin : « Nous allons enfin savoir ce que l’on nous reproche », affirment Grishka Wojtowski 38 ans, Yasmina Ameziane 41ans, Ait Kaddour 44 ans et Sylvain Brenning 37 ans. Des salariés syndiqués CGT, du Weldom d’Argelès, qui affichent entre 6 et 14 ans d’ancienneté, et qui dénoncent des « méthodes punitives » (lire l’indépendant du 6 novembre).

« Des accusations qui ne sont que litanie »

À l’issue des quatre rendez-vous individuels, les mêmes griefs, leur sont reprochés : « Il n’y a pas d’accusation pour faute grave clairement énoncée. On nous accuse de comploter, d’impulser une mauvaise ambiance, d’être systématiquement contre les décisions, de boycotter des soirées, de faire des remarques déplacées, d’avoir poussé certains de nos collègues à bout, de ne pas encourager à faire du chiffre… C’est une litanie d’accusations que nous réfutons tous les quatre; sauf peut-être une. Oui, nous avons contesté les élections du personnel, car ce n’était pas conforme à la loi. Pour le reste, on tombe du ciel, nous aimons le contact, donner des conseils, être bienveillants. C’est véritablement scandaleux et infondé. On ne peut pas se laisser faire, pour notre honneur, mais aussi au nom de tous ceux qui ont craqué suite à ce genre de pression. On va se battre, défendre nos droits, pour que la vérité éclate ». Et de conclure ; « Nous avons tous des enfants, et nous avons besoin de travailler, mais le pire c’est d’être traîné et sali, c’est insupportable ! »

La direction maintient la faute grave

Julien Crespin, leader du développement humain, a donc mené les quatre entretiens ce vendredi matin. Venu spécialement de Breuil (Oise), il a accepté de répondre à notre sollicitation : « Vous comprendrez que nous ne souhaitons pas communiquer, sur une procédure interne exceptionnelle. Nous sommes toujours dans un souci du respect de la loi, qui stipule que l’on n’a pas à partager les raisons d’une convocation, en dehors bien sûr des personnes concernées. Lors de ces entretiens, nous avons exposé et écouté. Désormais nous allons prendre le temps de la réflexion, dans le cadre d’un délai légal et raisonnable pour rendre notre décision ».

Quant à son état d’esprit, devant cette mobilisation, il souligne : « Notre priorité aujourd’hui c’est de garantir à l’équipe en place une sérénité, de retrouver de la confiance et de bonnes conditions de travail. Ceci en lien avec les valeurs humaines de l’entreprise. »

En attendant, alors que certains clients solidaires ont rendu leur carte de fidélité, que des élus ont affiché leur soutien aux salariés dont le maire d’Argelès-sur-Mer Antoine Parra (en fonction des éléments dont il dispose), ainsi que Jean-Patrice Gautier et Marc Sévérac, que la flamme de l’espoir a été allumée par les Gilets jaunes, l’attente pour les salariés s’annonce pénible.

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Being a young alpha wolf had given Bucky a boundless delight of unlimited freedom; he felt the infinite ecstasy surging through his canine form as he openly embraced the sense of uncharted purity and vastness that his new domain offered. It was his kingdom of isolation to roam. He was safe from the merciless tentacles of HYDRA that leaked cold venom into his veins; able to raise his three pups without the clashing of the dark storms he faced as a tortured man.

Accepting this existence was an eternal divide from humanity, Bucky was cursed to live as a wolf, harness the untamed power of the wild and become a stalking wraith in the shadows. Hunting game wasn't easy, he didn't have an automatic sniper rifle, he wasn't armed with combat knives...His canine body was an apex weapon, a cunning and masterful predator of death and menace, contending with irresistible impulses of bloodlust.

Though he tried to discard the savage and relentless instincts to kill a targeted deer, his pups needed raw meat-it was vital for their survival, he needed to slay every week to feed their bellies. Sometimes he succeeded with a perfect killing bite, and other times he opted to scavaging leftovers from a pack's victorious kill before ravens devoured the meat. Today, Bucky was hellbent on mastering his hunting tactics, he spent a good hour outside his den, embracing the rhythmic flow of lethal harmony -his fangs were daggers and his agility an unstoppable force, but he lacked discipline, too hesitant to allow the wolf to overcome him.

Getting low on his furred haunches, Bucky listened to subdued murmurs of the forest and adorable squeaks of his dozing litter, lifting his long muzzle skyward and inhale the fresh scents of the morning. Squirrels were an exception for an easy meal, mostly the chubby ones. He needed bigger game.

"C'mon Buchanan, you gotta dig deep..." he growled heatedly, shifting his luminous steel-blue depths to a rotting log coated with lime green moss, oblivious that his display of brutal precision was being watched from the shadows of his den.

Locking onto a small rodent's scent, the massive alpha advanced in methodical and strutting paw-steps; cursing under his low breath as a potent thought of greasy-mouthwatering hamburger loaded with pickles breached his senses...Mmm, pickles. "Urgh, there's gotta an easier way of doin' this..."

Feeling a pulse of instinct surge through him, Bucky approached like a shadow of a knife, cutting into the hazy ray of sunlight. His pointed ears flattened, as he sniffed the pervading stench of rodent fur -either a bunny or squirrel emerging cluelessly into his kill zone. He didn't care-the impending kill was necessary, and his babies were depending on him. Stalking towards the undergrowth of bushes, he jutted his muzzle out, unerringly detecting a reachable trace of scent. His bushy tail straightened and muscles went stiff as he cemented his paws. He waited for his prey to poke out from the log. "C'mon, I don't have all day here," he vexed menacingly, not realizing that vicious snarl erupted, awakening something that was very dangerous and patient.

Brennen watched with unblinking eyes, the rush of excitement running through him was becoming so intense, he had foregone hiding himself behind the shrubbery and stood further out to get a better view of his father. "Get em', daddy! Get em'!" The little pup squeaked and barked spirited, bouncing on his little paws with sparkling eyes. He was oblivious to the chilling slithers of an encroaching predator, the likes of which he had never seen, moving through the shrubs and a cold and methodical pace. Venomous eyes latched onto his chubby little form, deeming him as easy prey.

A cold wake of dread suddenly pierced through Bucky's heart, he froze as his ears pricked upwards, listening to the alarming volume of constant rattle echoing in the dense shadow of the trees. He pivoted on his paws, casting a sharpened glare of his glacial blue orbs on the slithering presence approaching towards a reeling direction where squeaky yips played out. It was a distinctive and boyish giggle that he immediately recognized in a heartbeat: his little guy- detka.

Feeling his predator's edge quickly dull out by detachment towards the immense love of his son, breath lessened for a moment, as Bucky felt immobilized to budge as if he was falling back into the cryo chamber with Zola's hand pushing cruel force against his thunderous heart. "Bren-No, get out of here!" he rang out a frantic howl. His eyebrows fleetingly arched to the wideness of his livid eyes. Panic was spiking to unrestrained level. He barred his fangs, sucking back heavy intakes of air. His cinder furred visage colored by raging cries, pulse was deafening in his ears. Vivid clarity of memories of Sergeant Barnes delivering out his orders to his 107th division in the middle of HYDRA's warpath flared with his subconscious, he lost so many good men-friends when blinding strikes of blue energy leveled them into piles of ash.

The same unquashable sickness churned in his tensed belly. He wouldn't lose the most precious thing in his world, not his baby boy. The ache in his chest was mounting rapidly as he caught sight of the poisonous rattler coiling to thrust a lethal strike at his defenseless pup.

Sensing the snake's proximity of assault, Bucky drew out a warning snarl, his gaze unwavering to the snake's cold and soulless orbs. It was like staring into a reflection of HYDRA. A lifeless void. One bite and his son would fade away from his reach. Maybe he could sacrifice himself, shield Brennen and become the snake's victim of venomous precision. Heated tears welled in his glacial pools, as he called out his pup, challenging the snake's intent. "Fall back, kiddo...Do it now!"

The desperate barks coming from his father had only confused the wolfing whose jubilant spirit was still thriving with anticipation. He wondered briefly what his daddy was so uptight about and why he didn't want him watching. And yet, somewhere in the back of his thoughts, he couldn't help a nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. The feeling festered into it manifested into a chill in mere seconds as he heard the shuddering noise of something lethal and unseen. "What's wrong, dadd—" An explosion of fire suddenly jolted from the little pup's frontal limb, that was as potent as a knife piercing his body. A yelp of pain followed by a terrified squeal permeated the airwaves, and little Brennen Barnes suddenly felt all sensation in his body evaporated into a shuddering mess of heat. "D-D-Daddy…" he whines, falling to the ground just in time to see the most terrifying and soulless black eyes he'd ever seen, gazing down at him from the body of an ugly lizard that had no arms or legs. What it had, was the most lethal set of fangs gleaming from its parted mouth. The thin trick of red dripping from it revealed to the helpless pup who his attacker was.

"No--Brennen!!" A roar erupted out of Bucky's depths, blank horror reflected in his livid steel-blue orbs as he stared at his second born curling into a fetal position, shivering in convulsing spasms against torrents of venom. His baby was dying --in minutes, he would lose his son. Growling viciously against his bared fangs, Bucky locked his murderous penetration onto the rattler, seething out drool as his vision flared into heated crimson. He was blinded with pulsating rage. Every fiber in his canine form tensed as he glared intensely at the snake. Within seconds of unleashing full momentum, Bucky lunged into the bush, allowing his savage instincts possess his cessation motion, and seized that hissing --cold-blooded-- demon into the clench of his gaping jaws. He clamped down hard, feeling the snake thrash violently--he didn't relent. His fangs struck deeper into scales until he ripped off the head with a lethal slice. The severed head dropped to the ground with a resounding thump, as the slithering body stilled. He threw the corpse away from his sight, and quickly went to his little guy, panting out hastened volumes of distress. He nudged his long muzzle gently over his pup's back, praying he was conscious. "Bren---you gotta stay with Daddy, M' gonna make you feel better."

Brennen could barely hear his father's words that sounded like they were going farther away, or maybe the opposite. He felt like he was drifting below water, the world around him spun and he felt only the unshakable need to close his eyes and to rest. The darkness felt comforting but also so very wrong. His blue eyes struggle to remain open as they glisten with tears. "I'm tryin', daddy…" he squeaks in a weak voice. He felt more than just pain in this moment, he felt utter disappointment in himself about what he let happen. "S-Sorry, I in't listen…" He shivers, a coldness had begun to envelop him then as if he were stuck in a pile of snow. He could barely see the dark shape of his father looming over him, licking his muzzle with reassurance and to keep him awake.

Feeling his son's heartbeat lessening, Bucky froze like a block of ice, there was no way of describing the influx of pain that crushed over his thunderous heart. It hurt to breathe. A spike of dread punctured him, as he bled on the inside.

Lowering down onto his belly, Bucky reached for his limp pup with a sharp thrust of his forepaw, gliding Brennen close to his broad chest, and rested his head over the pup's timorous and pudgy form. He became motionless in the drifts of muted panic, feeling a throb squeezing so tightly as heated, unbidden tears leaked rapidly over his cinder fur. His blood morphed into sludge as fading-pained whimpers ghosted out of Brennen's tiny muzzle.

"S'okay, kiddo," he soothed brokenly, his Brooklyn timbre sounded brotherly-pacifying, as he nuzzled his snout against Brennen with all the strength and hope he salvaged in that moment he realized his world was ending. He was doing his damnedest not to become subdued with heartache-he needed to believe in the impossible.

Lifting his head up skyward, Bucky held back another rush of blurring tears, unashamedly whispering out a cherishing memory to ease the pain. "Y'know when Daddy was carryin' you and your sisters, you were the first one I felt...Boy, did you put me on the ropes...I know you were strong then, and you are now, Bren..." He sniffed closing his eyes to seal away the grim reality before him.

He grimaced tautly as pain wouldn't abate, detecting the corrosive stench of venom wafting from the bite mark gouged in his baby's limb. A halo of sunlight cast over Brennen's dark chestnut fur, bringing radiance over his infant form, a restoring caress that harbored empowering warmth to thaw out the iciness of dread."M never going t-to let you go, my brave boy."

The warmth that Brennen felt at his father's proximity lessened the shuddering sensation of loneliness he felt. He didn't want to be alone. Even though there were times he thought he wanted to be, he knew with absolute certainty now that he needed his family—his daddy and his sisters, to keep him on his paws. To make him feel loved and safe. But right now he was filled with a stifling sensation of helplessness that came with the burning he felt in his body, and the cloudiness in his head. He wanted to yell out, to tell his daddy how sorry he was for sneaking out, to tell him how much he wanted to be him, and how much he loved him. But his voice felt dry as if he hadn't drunk anything in a long time. His father's words though, gave him the courage not to feel afraid. To feel strong, and not weak. To feel like the brave boy his daddy believed he was. Burying his muzzle deep into the crook of his dad's arm, the wolfling shuddered as tears streaked from his eyes. "Not weak…Strong…" he murmured into his daddy's arm. He continued to shake and shiver, not so much this time out of pain, but out of defiance. Something within him had begun to stir from a dormant state, like a valiant steed daring to charge against the storm waging. His body began to feel cooler, the burning was subsiding as it was diminished by a rejuvenating force from within. "Daddy…I feel…" The pups whispers, his voice suddenly much stronger than it was moments before.

Hearing the slurring recede in his chubby pup's determined squeaky voice, as impending dread encompassed over his hammering heart, Bucky's pointed ears pricked up, as his teary steel-blue depths glanced tentatively down at his wounded baby huddled against his fore-leg. His listless eyes widened, alarmingly, as he barely progressed his turbulent emotions, Brennen's voice brought an anchoring sense of relief steering him out of the damning void of despair; and that's when he felt it. A dominant nexus of strength and vitality, heavy surges of unlimited -enhanced power flowing rapidly in his little guy's veins. The super-serum.

Bucky parted his long muzzle, drawing out a shaky breath, as he soulfully mirrored Brennen's stare of frosted azure and heated steel. A glimpse of restored hope that eased down his throbbing heart. "Yeah, you feelin' better, huh, kiddo?" He couldn't restrain his bushy tail from wagging, the convergence of the serum birthed new strength-life within his pup. "Do you feel that pal, cause you've got Daddy's strength now...Which means you're gonna be okay."

"…Strong." Brennen says, continuing his unfinished thought from moments ago, though his father's hopeful words still registered in his ears. "I feel strong, daddy." Brennen sniffed as he finally felt the resolve to lift his head up from his father's arm. There were two streaming lines of wet fur beneath his glistening eyes. He could feel the throbbing sting on his frontal limb begin to disappear. Better than that, he could feel his mobility returning at the same time. The icy dread the little pup felt inside about his impending end was beginning to melt the longer he remained still, almost afraid that at any moment now, the pain would come back. But it didn't. Whining softly, the pup raises his afflicted limb, and tests its mobility. The pain he felt wasn't intense, in fact, it was going away faster than he could think. "I'm okay…I'm…" The pup whispers, in awe torn between emotional relief and exuberance until the tumultuous storm of emotions manifested into a whiny sob of joy. "I'm okay, daddy!" The little pup barks with joy, crashing against his father's leg.

"Yes, you are, my malysh (baby boy)," Bucky returned with equal jovial ease, his voice lowered into soft Russian timbre that caressed his pup's drenched chestnut fur. The unbidden onslaught of gouging heartache receded from his depths; he couldn't restrain the heated tears welling in his glacial blue orbs, dire memories of snake attack vanished when he curved his forepaw over Brennen's small back. The venomous wake of death no longer grasped his baby's rebellious spirit-his life blood, the unbridled and feral essence of the Winter Soldier spared a life; instead of taking one. Lowering his muzzle to a tentative level, he nudged Brennen's tiny head playfully, conveying his restored happiness. He parted his jaws and whispered out a soulful confession that defined their loving bond. "You don't know how much I love you, kiddo, and I want you to know that Daddy will always have you back..." He graced Brennen's stubby muzzle, stroking a trek of the warmth of his tongue over the pup's whiskered snout."So, if you get your paws stuck in the mud, M' gonna be there to pull ya out."

The wolfling sniffed, overjoyed not just at the fact he survived the ugly lizard's attack, but that his daddy loved him so much to show this side of him. Ordinarily, the wolf pup thought mushy moments such as these were icky and only meant for softies like Rora or Mattie. He was supposed to be tough and not let anything get to him. Just like his daddy. It wasn't until now that Brennen realized there was more to being tough than just fighting bad guys and being a big scary wolf. Being tough meant not being afraid to show what you felt, especially to those you looked up to. "I love you too, daddy," he sniffed, raising his paw to wipe away the flow of tears that remained on his muzzle. "I want to be to just like you when I'm big. That's why I came out here," he pipes up, bouncing on his paws as the excitement he felt earlier began to rise to the surface.

Hearing such potent words fall innocently from his young pup's muzzle, Bucky was seemingly taken aback, he became motionless, feeling numbing prick spear through his heart, a frosted blade of unsuppressed guilt that pierced deeper each time his ventured back into the dismal abyss. An entire lifetime of countless death, torturous nightmares, and cold slumber. He avowed to never reveal that monstrous part of himself; not the ruthless and unhinged phantasm who was reborn by a lightning strike and delivered succession with every kill shot. He was haunted every day by the violent imagery his detached-scarred mind conjured up, and the unwavering scent of blood never left him.

Pinching his eyes tautly shut, Bucky lifted his canine head to the gravity of restraint, abandoning every influx pulse of rage; he strove for calmness--humanity, but a sudden rush of unbidden, pained tears broke that stubborn resolve. What had been a blithe moment of tangible closeness with his feisty little guy had morphed into a duel of unabated torment within himself. There was harm for a boy to look up to his father, he did the same, but this was an unparallel existence that bounded him into a void of thralldom, Brennen carried his visage and hellbent spirit, but not the lethal darkness that edged over his heart.

Dragging out a sigh to disguise a throated sob, Bucky professed with a contrite resonance, ghosting with a vehement snarl. "You can't be like Daddy, Bren," he whispered haltingly, grounding his paws firmer into the earth. "Hell, I don't want you to be like me..." He swallowed down hard, knowing that he could only have a limited-condemning answer to deliver to such innocent ears. "Daddy's not a good wolf, y'know those scary monsters that you kinda see in your dreams, I used to be one of em'..."

The weight of the confession coming from his father's lips not only puzzled Brennen, it rendered him speechless for a long moment. The thrum of his excitement still bubbled beneath the surface, but he suddenly found himself without a means of expressing his exuberance beneath the tortured gaze of his father—the only one in the world he looked up to. Shifting on his paws, the dark-furred pup gives his alpha a side-long look, "But you're not like that anymore. Are you, daddy?" He says with a pinch of hope in his eyes, his muzzle wrinkling with ardent sniffs. He didn't want to see his daddy like this. Not sad, and not full of doubt. The pain of remorse the wolfing felt in his chest was almost staggering, he releases a soft whine at the sensation. "You're not a monster. You're my hero." He barks, his depths of his blue eyes were filled with belief and resolve. He'd seen the beasts his daddy fought in the forest as he protected him and his sisters each day. The awe he felt was only outmatched by the love in his heart.

"Nah, M' not a hero, Bren," Bucky wrenched out a sniffle, feeling genuinely appalled with himself; the little male pup deserved warmth and unshackled happiness, something that he craved to embrace when the abysmal horrors of his restricted past emerged from the dark vaults of his murderous--destructive spirit. He was aware that Brennen was trying to ease the perpetual anguish that besieged him daily, sometimes the graphic imagery of his missions were too uncontrollable--heartrending to subdue, he never wanted his pups to know how messed up--damaged he was under the guise of the wolf. He didn't want to taint their pure light from the darkness harboring within. Whimpering out a pathetic squeak, he lowered his head, nuzzling his little tike smoothly, keeping him shielded against the broad expanse of his furred chest, just relishing the tangible closeness of a small heartbeat. "You see, kiddo, Daddy, well...uh...M' kinda like a soldier, and my mission is to protect and love you little furballs who just love to order me around." He quirked his muzzle into a boyish smirk, giving Brennen a wet lick, playfully over his back."Don't ya?"

Awash with warmth from his father's embrace, Brennen released a faint chuckle against his fur as he was besieged with small playful licks. "That's mostly Rora, daddy. She's the bossy one," he yips with a slight indignation. "But if you're a soldier, daddy. Then you're a good one." He understood only a fraction of his father's meaning between heroes and soldiers who fought for different things in different ways. But the little pup couldn't shake the feeling sheer admiration in his bones, even if he tried to. "I saw how to took down that snake. Can you show me how to hunt like you do, daddy? Can you show me, huh?!" The pup nearly bounced on his paws with excitement at the thought.

"Okay, Malen'kiy soldat (little soldier), Bucky drew out a hearty snort, feeling Brennen's uncontainable, headstrong enthusiasm reach new levels, the aggressive yips doused out the heated tension coiling in his veins, those boyish volumes only seemed to amplify by the second. It was a tempting blaze of innocence that he would be damned to discard.

Recoiling back, the young alpha cemented his paws over the moist ground, accordingly to his feral instincts, he balanced his bulked weight into a sniper stance, feeling a surge of dominance returning, his furred visage grew impassive--deadened. He willed himself to engage. Claws dug into the earth, arresting every beating pulse of the awakening forest, evoking the tactical,

lethal enforcer inside to comply with the command of his impending mission. He thrust his long muzzle outwards, claiming a ripe scent of a wandering rodent. He glanced sharply back at his baby pup, his frosted steel-blue orbs gleamed with leveled fatherly tenderness as he delivered the extent of his instructions. "So...um, what you gotta do first, Bren, is get a whiff of your target, know your distance in the kill zone and then gun for it, never hold back, kiddo."

Fascinated yet eager, the wolfing followed his father's instructions as he lowers his muzzle to the Earth and begins to audible sniff the area for any signs of prey. The excitement that he felt was floored as he suddenly catches a whiff of something repugnant close by. "Pew! Daddy, this smells like skunk." The wolfing barks with a comical twitch to his nose. He runs in a circle, eager to find some way of washing away the lingering scent until he finds himself diving his nose near a bush with daisies. Almost immediately, the wolfing relaxes. "Much…" The relief washes away and instead, a fogginess comes over both his eyes and muzzle. "A…A…Achoo!!" Throughout the forest, birds fly from their trees in alarm.

"That's so adorable," Bucky emitted a boyish chuckle, deep at the edges but genuinely soft to reassure his pup that he was relishing the moment. He felt a beaming warmth tug at his muzzle, as he flashed Brennen was a fanged smile, piercing through his luminous steel-blue depths, the countenance of menace faded into free youth, revealing the enkindling light of his imprisoned soul. He stalked methodically closer to the area of blooming white petal daisies, still intensity aware of the dangers that loomed in the shadows. He lowered his muzzle, playfully inhaling a whiff, as pollen smeared a yellow stain on his nose. "Woah, that's a pretty good smell..." He flashed his eyes with a mischievous glint at Brennen who ducked shyly into the bed of flowers. "Y'know that Daddy's favorite smell is your puppy fur," A ravenous growl erupted from his throat, as he pretended to hungrily lick his chops." Oh yeah, this big bad wolf could just eat you all up right now, kiddo."

Detecting the playful edge that entered his father's voice, the young wolf was filled with a mischievousness that brought him renewed joy and excitement. Thoughts of hunting prey were for the moment washed aside and he wanted nothing more than to have fun with his daddy. "Nu-uh, daddy! Can't eat me!" He barks, running in circles before hiding behind a small bush. Hype and adrenaline waged through his small form as he watches daddy play the role of hunter, until the wolfling pounces from the shrubs of greenery. "Rrarrrr, I got you, daddy!!" He playful roars landing on his father's massive back then proceeds to playfully nip at his ear.

"Woah," Bucky dramatically screamed as he gradually lowered down into the blades of moist grass and daisies, mindful of his pup who latched himself over the broad expanse of his furred shoulders. The needle-point puppy fangs tugging at his seized ear felt like a sheet in the wind compared to the extent of the pain he endured within hellish decades of being unmade -dismantled into a lethal killing machine, functioning by the static command that followed in sync with the red leather book that held Soviet trigger words to unleash the unmerciful delivery of soul-torn compliance.

Now, he responded to a new command, something far more powerful that made his condemned heart soar to unmeasurable heights-Daddy. As he felt the gravity of his boyish spirit pulling him down, it was like a redeeming and intoxicating wave release caressing against his chestnut fur; the steady crescendos of his heartbeat detonated an explosive surge of freedom. A prevailing blaze of tenderness bled through his menacing countenance; he was damn certain that nothing compared to snuggled warmth of his son's everlasting love--acceptance. He was reaching the zenith of unhampered ease; feeling like a hellbent--indestructible Brooklyn kid again, unbound and utterly free to roll on his back, fall into a realm of childish euphoria.

Arching his back into a conformable position, the young alpha stared intently at Brennen tumbling clumsily over his thickened length of his swollen girth, knifing his tiny paws fleetingly into layers of dark fur, as if he was strutting with deadly calculation in his determined paw steps. He couldn’t resist smiling, beamingly, at his pup’s display of mastering the Winter Soldier’s termination strut. "Hey, take an easy there, little killer, “ Bucky snorted out a laugh deeply, throwing a coltish grin rashly at his snickering pup. His cool steel-blue irises amplified a wattage of luminous intensity, as his brows wagged. “You gotta watch those claws they ...um...kinda dug into Daddy in all the wrong places...” Brennen tilted his head, looking a tad confused which left Bucky feeling equally dumbfounded, he soothed a forepaw reverently over the adamant pup’s chubby form, holding him well-balanced on his stomach. “I mean s’just keep em’ above my gut level, okay kiddo?"

Brennen was confounded by his daddy’s show of discomfort until the meaning of his words became clearer to him. The wolfling had noticed for weeks now how his daddy was protecting his tummy whenever he went to bed or woke up. Rora always told him to be careful around daddy, that he was carrying extra weight that made his tummy ache. The male wolfling had always shrugged off his sister’s bossy attitude, but never once expected to see how much that part of his daddy ached if he touched it.

“Okay, daddy. I’ll be careful.” Brennen says, bobbing his head apologetically yet still maintaining an air of warm fun. Rather than let himself feel discouraged by his proximity to his father, Brennen felt much closer than he ever did. Today was a day he would always remember in his times of loneliness and uncertainty. He still believed in his heart his daddy wasn’t just a hero, he was the strongest and coolest dad ever. He felt so lucky.

Making his way over, the wolfling buries his head against his father’s chest, finding the warm fur to be comfortable as well as reassuring. "That better, daddy?"

"Yeah," Bucky drew out a breathless sigh, basking within the uncharted emotional nexus that pulled him beyond his vestiges of contentment; he felt conquerable against the prevalent force of his demons, the abiding--pure love that nestled against his heart evoked defiance to face the coming days--months. Palpable levity traced his faint wistful smirk, as he savored the heaviness of his pup's weight instinctively burrowing into his furred chest, broadening up the damnable reality that everything that drove his heart to ache moments before, faded with bursts of latching devotion. Humming up his throat, Bucky curved his head slight, just enough to rest his muzzle gently on his baby boy's head, shielding him with possessive heat as guarded emotions seemingly faltered. "I gotta tell ya, Bren, you're more like Daddy than you know..." He murmured, soulfully deep, his timbre smooth as melting butter, edged with graveled shadow of menace--echoes of the unyielding soul beyond the wolf. He wanted more than anything for his little guy to live a free life---and never fall into the battle zone of darkness. "You've got my fire and spirit, that will keep on gettin' stronger as you get bigger and it's up to you, kiddo, to make sure that no one takes it from ya."

Listening to the steadiness of breeze slicing through the evergreens, Bucky closed his eyes, greedily breathing in the puppy scent wafting off Brennen's downy fur, unknowingly smiling as his tongue glided a soothing trek over the snake bite---a reminder that his son would be a hellbent fighter until the end of the line. “You were a brave little guy today, Bren,” he whispered soothingly in a monotonous tone, nudging the pup’s chubby rear with his snout. A calming serenity returned to him, the dark storm of dread had passed. He was no longer in disarray of anguish--his detka was radiating with dynamic inrushes of the serum, flushing out the last remnants of venom, as he felt Brennen’s tiny muzzle whisking along the sharp edge of his lax jaw. Faint drowsy coos and squeaks revealed to Bucky that his baby pup was content and warm---alive. Smiling lazily with quirks tugging at his muzzle, Bucky just settled his bulked weight deeper into the dewy grass, not allowing pulses of uncertainty to steal away this redeeming--beautiful moment of peacefulness with his son. Nothing ever felt so rewarding.

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winterwolvesandstarbucks · 7 years ago

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The cool breeze blowing through the great outdoors, never felt more refreshing to Bucky as he makes his way down the side-walk of East-Brooklyn. Despite the fact he was far from the solitude of the countryside where the air was cleaner and the outdoors quieter, Bucky felt a semblance of rejuvenation and nostalgia at the feeling of being back home where he was born almost a century ago. The best part—he didn’t come back alone. He feels a tug on his arm where he held a triple-headed leash in his hand. A smile stretches across his lips, ardent and purer than anything he’d felt in so long. The greatest gift ever given to him was giving birth to a litter of three wolf-pups. Aurora, Brennen and Madison. Each of whom where collared by the leash he held that was comfortable for them as well as easy for him to hold. Sipping an iced coffee, he clicks his tongue to gain their attention. “You guys ready to take a stroll?” He beams. Since he regained his human form weeks ago, thoughts of returning to Brooklyn had been at the edge of his mind until he decided he needed to stretch his legs and show his kids where their daddy came from. Their reactions had been mixed from excitement, to nervousness and refusal. His pups had grown up in the past year since their birth, coming into their toddler ages, he wanted to show them more about where their parents came from.

Pointing her tiny muzzle at the myriad of industrial scents that were unrecognizable to her senses, Aurora froze in her wobbling paces as blares of traffic vented from the congested backlit streets haloed by orange glows of streetlamps that caressed light over her silken brunette-cinder fur. The little wolfling squeaked out a feeble yelp, twisting her leash into a knot as she twirled on her paws, feeling unsure of the strange noises coming from every direction, piercing her enhanced hearing. It hurt. She went down low on her pudgy belly, and lifted her paws over her flatted ears, blocking out the deafening crescendo that never ended. “Daddy…” She whined with a girlish sniffle, feeling her twin brother’s chubbier form nudging fussily against her, while little Mattie was reeling back in her unbalanced steps, nuzzling her whiskered nose over Bucky’s tactical boot. “Too much noise…”

A tight smile formed on Bucky’s face, ever remorseful towards his children’s discomfort but his smile was placating at the same time. “I know, sweet heart. New York is a big city, with so many people and animals moving around, there isn’t much room for quiet time, unless we’re at the library,” Bucky sighs, recalling how much serener it was as a kid growing up in the 1920s where loud vehicles were as sparse as the people driving them. So much could change in close to a century. Music blared from the apartment windows, louder engines to faster cars zooming past, and the flocks of civilians moving down the street. The only thing louder was as a Dodgers game, and there was no way Bucky was taking his kids to see one of those in person. “Try not to let it bother you,” he offers her. “It stinks like butt and garbage, daddy.” Brennen shrugged irritably, his nose winkling while he bats his paw into the air as if he were battle some unseen foe that was assaulting his nostrils. The wolfing had been the most vocal about his refusal to leave home and go into the city were trees were few and the humans too many. It was a naked feeling the pup didn’t like, he longed for the cool solitude of their den, than the blistering heat of city streets beneath his paws. “I hate it!” He whines. “Bren, watch your language, pal,” Bucky admonishes to his son gently, despite the faint smirk tugging at his lips as he relished the sweet cool taste of caffeine on his tongue while sipping his Starbucks iced coffee.

Giggling at her twin brother’s irritable protests, Aurora slammed her weight forcibly into the chubbiest of the litter, knocking him off his paws, as their leashes twirled into a knot, while they both were seeking dominance over Bucky’s awareness. Sensing her brother’s devious tactic to wiggle out of his collar, she nipped her puppy fangs into his furred back, growling aggressively. Mattie stooped back like an alarmed kitten between Bucky’s heavy combat boots, squeaking out high pitched whimpers, shuttering into a tiny ball of mahogany fur as the two eldest pups engaging their sidewalk sparring. “No runnin’ this time, Bren…”

“Get off me, I’m not runnin’,” the chubby pup grunts with a tinge of aggression. His domineering instincts to be the best among his pack was a constant trigger that was easily pulled. He and Aurora stumble slightly, their tiny barks drawing the attention of passing civilians who cooed and awed at the adorable display. Bucky remains tight-lipped, though there was an air of exasperation in his bemused expression. Since they arrived in Brooklyn 72 hours ago, Aurora and Brennen were about as aggressive in their fun as a band of Asgardians. Something Steve had pointed out just last night and Bucky couldn’t appreciate till now. “Okay you two, knock it off, or we’re not stopping for iced cream,” Bucky warns, watching expectantly as the twins stumble off of each other and find their proper postures as if someone had hit a reset button. They traded glares with each other before putting up facades of innocence and remorse. Ah the puppy dog eyes, Bucky realized with a dry smirk. “Sorry, daddy. We’ll behave,” Brennen pipes up almost desperately. Despite how much he didn’t like the city, there were a few things he was more than taken by—ice cream being at the top of the list, along with buttered popcorn and stuffed pillows.

Aurora’s temperament alternated to less hostile furball, as she mastered the angelic visage of little sweetheart, really sugar coating it, with a docile wag of her stubby tail and girlish sulk. “S'orry, Daddy, we’ll play nice…” She gazed up at Bucky, watching his eyebrows pinch into a taut furrow under the brim of his Dodger’s baseball cap, the humid breeze flitted his wolfish strands of his heavy, stubbled jaw as he quirked his shapely lips into a jovial smirk, conveying his own playful spirit. Little Mattie snuggled against his boot, whimpering for him to scoop her up.

“I hope so, otherwise, Mattie and I hear are gonna get the whole share, isn’t that right, little darlin?” Bucky coos while lifting the tiny pup into his arms who proceeded to nuzzle his neck and shoulder affectionately before burying herself into the warm and secure crook of his arm. Bucky chuckles before placing a sweet kiss on her head, her scent of vanilla and cinnamon easing his vexation and putting him into a casually fun mood. “What kind of ice cream you want, hm?” he beams down at her with a soft smile.

“Daddy, I wanna, um, the pink icy cream, plwease,” Aurora chirped back demandingly, balancing on her four paws with balletic –wobbling graces, her intense starlit azure eyes gleaming with hunger anew while Mattie snuggled cozily over the cool metallic plates of Bucky’s concealed robotic arm, the electronic pulse soothed down the worming tension in her belly, as she giggled in unison with her older sister. “Girls like the pink stuff, Daddy…”

“I want chocolate, daddy! Can I get my own bowl this time?! Can I?!” Brennen barks up excitedly, his tiny paws already quaking with savory anticipation of the sweet and delicious treat. When he had first discovered it, the wolfing nearly ate an entire bucket by himself. The ice cream headache that followed had been worth the rush coolness and the stuff of fulfillment. Staying in the city was worth it to the wolf pup as long as he had a daily fill of the tasty cold dessert. Bucky chuckled at the excitement of his two twins. He understood Brennen’s addiction to ice-cream. There were times he caught himself drooling at the thought of a bowl of chocolate with peanut-butter moose tracks. “Okay okay, little guys. Just remember not to take too much in at once or you’ll get headaches,” Bucky softly chides as they resume their walk. “I’m sure you remember last time,” he reminds them of the long night the twins spent whining into the night as if they had been robbed of their favorite toy. Neither he nor Steve slept that night.

A fussy squeak followed the maelstrom of playful yips, Mattie twisted her neck around and glared heatedly at her siblings, with her unwavering luminous coffee orbs, they disrupting her contentment. Barring her puppy fangs at Aurora, her mahogany furred bristled irritably as she nuzzled herself deeper into the sleeve that layered over Bucky’s cybertronic arm, resting her tiny muzzle on the area where the chrome plates vibrated a soothing pulse. She wanted to sleep in her Daddy’s cradling arms–nothing compared to his secured warmth, not even ice cream.

“It’s all right, little darlin’,” Bucky whispers to her knowingly, caressing the top of her head soothingly. He knew how much Mattie felt protected and safe in his embrace, as if nothing in the world could harm or even vex her. It had also been a long day, and he knew how much she wanted to be at home, drifting off to a warm and comfortable sleep while secured against the warm expanse of his chest. The thought was soothing to Bucky in itself, and it was also what he most looked forward to each night. “We’ll be home soon enough,” he tells her. In the sky, the afternoon sun had begun to drift towards the western horizon, giving the hint of nightfall soon to come. The family continues down a side-walk, turning a corner that would lead them down a less-busy street and where a local ice-cream parlor stood close-by. Few civilians wandered by from an apartment building. Their scents were a myriad of musky cologne, nicotine, lavender perfume, and leather. Before he had become a mountain direwolf, Bucky’s sense of smell had never been so potent or empowering. While some scents were delightfully mouthwatering, like the smell of hot-dogs being sold by a vendor down the corner. There were other scents that triggered something predatorial within the man-wolf.

Approaching the crowd with caution measured in her paw steps, Aurora felt her nose scrunch up, instincts were steering her away from the shop, and towards a burgundy leafed maple tree rooted on the corner of the crosswalk. Scanning the area, with her glacial azure eyes, her lithe body tugged at the leash, with relentless momentum as she caught the phantom scent of something devious and arrogant within her proximity. Whimpering out a high pitch squeak, she thrust forward, trying to escape from the leash. “Daddy, let go, I smell somethin’,” she urged, arching her weight up until she balanced on her hind paws. “I want it.”

“Rora, settle down,” Bucky reprimands her gently, not releasing his hold on the leash despite her sudden outburst. He roots himself once he feels Brennen begin to act up just as well as his sister, their strength together proving to be a surprising force while Bucky frowns in confusion. In his arm, he feels Mattie tense up but she had remarkably also raised her head to sniff at something unseen. Bucky wondered what was going in, as he notices Brennen raise his own muzzle and sniff aloud too. “Brennen? Rora? What’s wrong?” He asks, looking around warily. He knew that in human form, his sense of smell wasn’t as keen as his kids in their wolfling forms. He sees them staring up at the tree beside him that was as high as two stories. Whatever it was, it seemed to incite the young wolfling who releases a low growl, surprising Bucky. “Up there, daddy. You see him?!” Brennen barks, nearly hopping on his paws as he strains to get closer to the wooden bark. “Hey, ugly! I see you!” Brennen barks. “What are you two talking abo—” Flabbergasted, Bucky looks up…and his incredulous expression darkens into something captivated and primal. The blue of his eyes had become as intense as a storm as they glared, unblinkingly at a furry creature, perched on the branch of the tree high up, squeaking while at the same time wagging his chin at them mockingly. “Get down here, squirrel! You think you’re so tough?! Let’s see!” Brennen barks out, challengingly.

High in his branched perch, the lanky rodent furred in raven-black, flicked his bushy tail, almost daring Bucky to engage. His beady eyes gleamed with sconces of virulent, immortal green as he stared down at the ensorcelled beast machine, who looked so degraded–leashed- from his menacing and lethal visage of tactical garb, he almost squeaked in jest, at the roundness of pudge layered on Bucky’s stubbled cheeks. ‘Oh, what has become of you, dear James Barnes?“ he whispered in a sinister, polished cadence, relishing it in that sadistic pleasure. "Such a waste of mortality, but I can still have some fun with you…” The raven furred squirrel veered his steely gaze at an acorn dangling loosely from a reachable branch, and quickly whipped off, aiming for Bucky’s head.

"Hey!" Bucky was both appalled and incensed as he feels the stunning sensation of a nut clocking against his forehead, followed swiftly by another. "What the—" Another nut clocked against his cheek, some of the ones that missed rained down on the ground, one bouncing off of Brennen's head. Bucky had little time to register the fact that the furry creature was eerily familiar, when rage engulfed him and his pack. "Annoying little…" Bucky bit his tongue to refrain from unleashing a verbal assault in front of his children. He was from Brooklyn after-all, and he had a few choice words to describe the bothersome pest that had drawn his ire. His blood pumped loudly in his ears as the beast within howled to let out and take control. "You're gonna pay for that! No one likes you squirrel!" Brennen continued to bark and rave on his paws, pouncing against the stump of the tree in an effort to climb up and snatch the offending prey.

"Oh no you don't Bren," Aurora snarled out aggressively, using effective momentum while lunging at her feisty brother with a graceful pounce. She pinned him underneath her pudgy weight, registering a stubborn "grah" that squeaked out of his scrunching muzzle. She had the pudgiest of the litter locked into submission, as she delivered a victorious giggle, wickedly curving her delicate muzzle into a devious puppy fanged smirk. "Not so tough now, are ya?" she challenged haughtily, setting the predatory gleam of her frosted azure orbs intently on the slender black creature perched above. Unrestrained instincts steered her to engage an immediate advance for a killing strike."That's my kill..."

"Get off, he's mine!" Brennen wiggled and squirmed as he tried to wrestle out of his sister's hold. She was stronger than she looked, and it was a blow to his pride that she took him down so quick and efficiently despite the distraction. While the two wolfings tumbled and swat their paws at each other, Mattie climbed out of Bucky's arm and gracefully leapt to the ground beside her brother and sister. Rather than join their tug of war, she grapples a nut that was thrown tugs it between her teeth like a chew-toy. Exuberance and aggression filled the wolfings, but it was unmatched by the brewing storm growing within their alpha. Bucky's entire focus had settled on the squirrel, his steel-blue eyes burning with anticipation as the creature's own emerald orbs gleamed back at him—mischievous and challenging. A growl erupted from Buckys throat, he was filled with a resurgence of primal instinct that began to manifest into a predatory transformation.

"Yes, do embrace the inner beast, Winter Soldier," Loki whispered in resonant of jeered spite, daringly leveling his insipid beady eyes of silvery emerald on the enchanted Siberian assassin, who to him was measured as a bloated out slug of mortality. He relished the pleasure of evoking the unhinged aggression that he detected surging inside; all it would take is one more acorn to the face, and the menacing spirit of the wolf would become unleashed for the hunt. Flicking his bushy tail with a swift movement on his branch, the Asgardian Trickster chirped loudly, watching Bucky's upper lip curl as longer canine fangs jutted out with a throated seethe. Loki sniggered, just relishing the unfolding of bestial changes seizing Bucky's restraint."Oh, this little game is going to be so much fun to play..."

The coherent thoughts of a grown human had evaporated in a boiling tempest. Bucky's clenched fingers became uncomfortable as sharpened claws extended from his nails. His round ears that tucked away loose strands of dark chestnut had come loose to make way for pointed ends. His eyes once a cool blue had become burning flames of sapphire. The beast within struggled against the assailing control of man, allowing only a portion of his visage to morph into that of a wolf. Bucky's chest rumbled as the vibrations of a growling beast shook his body to the core. A beast that had a famished taste for squirrel. "You're mine, runt!" Bucky snarls, his high-adrenaline and malice fueling his movements as he pounced towards the tree with one violent thrust with his raised claws.

Undaunted by the sheer primordial rage that was pulsating within Bucky, the elusive invader of the Barnes family contentment, instantly felt an intoxicating rush surge within his slender form, Loki quickly vaulted off his branch and hurried down the sidewalk. The amber gleams of haloing streetlights caressed over his raven fur as he gained distance when the beast machine. His little ears perked once he felt thunderous, intimating vibrations of stomping boot steps menacingly tagging his fervent pace. He loved being on the edge of chaos, locked in the crosshairs of mortal restraint against influxes of awakened brutality. He craved for a relentless pursuit, testing the young alpha's limits of unsated bloodlust. Turning his head, Loki watched Bucky charging at him with deadly speed and fierce precision, his broad shoulders arched back and teeth barred."That's it, Barnes, unleash the wolf, let him seize the night."

A beastial roar combined with the dramatic cry of an angry man, bellowed throughout the streets. Once the squirrel had taken off down the street, Bucky had given no other thought than the satisfaction of wrapping his teeth around the furry creature, and wringing its neck. Who did this squirrel think he is to provoke a sleeping beast? Was it that eager to become his next meal? The wolf fumed as he races through incoming traffic, his sharp reflexes allowing him to effortlessly jump over the hoods and elude collision. The bewildered drivers looked on while honking their horns furiously at the display. Bucky didn't stop as he sees the squirrel bounce use increase speed and agility, scurring away like a coward that continued to mock him by wagging its tail at him from a lamp-post. "I'll gut you!!" Bucky roars, lunging for the post only to miss the squirrel by an inch as it chose to evade. The man-wolf was unable to control his momentum as he crashes against a hotdog vendor, over-turning his cart in a sea of devastating shock. "Son of--! My hotdogs!" The furious vendor yelling, trying desperately to preserve his overturned product. His pinched brow becomes bewildered as a trio of pups race past, the fattest of the litter snatching one of the stray wieners from reach and continuing at a brisk pace. "Hey!"

Pulling up to the sidewalk curb, and cautious of the pick-up truck parked behind him, Steve glided Harley’s tires with measured ease, feeling the revving vibrations of the engine lessen as he swiftly jammed the heel of his motorcycle boot against the chrome kickstand before extracting out the ignition fob. The bluish halo glow of the headlight dimmed, as he effortlessly slid his Adonis bulked weight off the bike’s saddle, and set the hawkish intensity of his azure eyes on the convenience store –his destination for stocking up on fruit infused popsicles and ice cream sandwiches for the pups. Being a doting uncle was a mission in itself, there wasn’t a dull moment and he loved every minute of it. As he casually strode towards the store’s door, a crescendo of screeching tires and furious shooting grappled his steeled regard, as Steve instinctively whirled around in a heartbeat, and paced further away from his motorcycle, passively veered a gaze directly at the obstruction of vehicles, taxi cabs and a mess of hot dogs dispersed recklessly along the crosswalk. “Well, how bout that?” he whispered heartily, his full shapely lips quirking up into a boyish smirk; his unwaveringly vigilant azure irises went alight with mounting befuddlement as he watched a little pudgy canine sitting nonchalantly on a tipped over vendor cart, munching sloppily on a snatched grilled ball park. “Now, there’s somethin’ you don’t see every day in Brooklyn…”

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