You are stuck with me

Pairing: Chris Beck/Reader

Warning: Fluff, Space fluff, injuries

Word count: 2.6k

Requested by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, I hope you will like it! 🙂 I know it was long ago. I moved to France right before you requested it.

Summary:

It should have been a routine mission. Go out check the panels come back and eat dinner, but something went wrong. It’s hard to say whose fault it was, but it didn’t matter anymore. You and Mark were out when a smaller wave of asteroids crushed your path. It shouldn’t have been a problem you should have been prepared to this, yet one hit you. Right in the left tight. You were bleeding and running out of oxygen.

‘Whatney, bring her back right now!’ You could hear Chris’ voice and immediately left your spot to help Mark to catch you. It took only a minute but your vision was already blurry, you were shaking and sweating from the pain and the huge amount of blood what was leaving your body didn’t help either.

‘Hey, darling! I’m here, hold my arm.’ You could hear his voice but could never do what he was asking for. The universe went black and the last thing you could hear was Chris terrified voice, then nothing. Now two days later you were in your bed, surrounded by all the equipment Chris and the team brought here from the medics after the surgery. Your body hurt and you were still dizzy from the loss of blood.

Your door was open so you could hear the others sitting in the common area they must have been eating. You wanted to move and go to them but as soon as you lift your head the dizziness got worse and your head fall back to the pillow with a painful groan.

‘I think it was her!’ Commander Lewis’ voice was clear and you could hear their steps getting closer to your room. ‘She is awake!’ She said to someone before stepping into the cabin and waking to your bed. ‘Welcome back! How are you feeling?’ She asked while looked over you quickly, trying to examine you.

‘I have been better before. My leg hurts and feels a little numb and now can’t really lift my head.’ You summarised your state just before Chris would have stepped in too.

He looked tired and exhausted, and just at the moment when he saw you a little smile appeared on his lips.

’(Y/N), your awake!’ He smiled in relief and laughed a little before taking a few steps closer to you. ‘Please, don’t try to move yet! If you need anything just let us know! You are not strong enough to put any pressure on your body! Your leg was seriously hurt, and you were asleep for two days, after a long surgery so, please try to relax. ’ He said quickly squishing every important information to these few sentences, which just made you speechless. Or maybe it was just the fact that you could see him again, because in your last memory you really thought it would never happen again. This was the moment when it hit you. You just almost died, you were out in the space and most probably thanks to Mark’s fast reactions you made back to the ship.

‘Dr. Back did everything to save you, and thank god he succeeded, however he didn’t get too much sleep since than.’ Commander Lewis added, and gave an acknowledging look to Chris. ‘Now I leave you with him, l and let him tell you the most important things you need to know, before the others can visit you.’ Her tone was calm and kind, trying to keep her calm, before she reached out for your hand to hold it for a second. ‘Have some rest!’ Her hand left yours and you nodded, smiling a little.

She left the room and left you alone with Chris.

‘Chris…’ Your voice was shaking, because you were just about to freak out. He stepped right to you reassuringly stroking his thumb over your hand. ‘Did I die?’ You asked the most dumbest question which ever come to your mind.

‘No. You are here. You never died. Mark brought you back real quick, it was a miracle, and by that time all of us was there. We stopped the bleeding, you got oxygen and from that point your life wasn’t in danger.’ He explained it calmly keeping his fingers on yours.

‘Okay… So when can I do things again?’ You asked which made him smile in a way that your heart melted. He laughed a bit before started to talk.

‘Not tomorrow.’ He said jokingly before his tone got serious. ‘Look, the wound is very serious in your leg. It needs time to heal and to get stronger, please try to take it seriously…

‘Can I see it?’ You asked interrupting him half worried half excited. Chris sighed and looked you in the eye.

‘No. Maybe the next time I’ll clean it. It’s not pretty, I’m sorry. I couldn’t do more, I’m not a plastic surgeon.’ He answered and turned his head to look at your leg and hide the sadness in his eyes.

‘Chris… I mean, Beck, you saved my life… I know you tried your best.’ You leaned forward trying to look at him. ‘You always do!’ He let a painful smile run through his lips for a second, before you squished his hand a little.

‘Have some rest! You need it, than we can see what can you eat now.’ His expression was sad and serious at the same time. He couldn’t really save you, not in a way he wanted. He knew how big the scar will be on your leg, and he just wanted to spare you from seeing it until it was possible.

He was holding your hand for some seconds before he left your room.

The days passed really really slow. You weren’t allowed to do anything and you couldn’t leave your bed. You felt strong enough for that but Chris forbid you to do so. The only positive side of the situation was that you spent more and more time with him. He was monitoring your health, cleaned your wound, started to rehabilitate it and he was also some kind of a psychologist for you.

During the routine checks you were quiet. Simply admiring his utter focused expression, his bright blue eyes, his lips which he firmly pressed together as he was concentrating on his job.

‘Is there something on my face, (y/n)?’ He asked when he finished and turned to you. His face lit up and a playful smile run through his lips.

You blushed and blinked at him in panic.

‘Yes, a little… thing.’ You lift your hand to touch the soft skin, pretending to remove the non existing thing from his cheek, however the movement was way to gentle for it. The steel blue eyes were staring at you curiously, observing every expression you made, every movement of your eyes. Your eyes looked into his for a long moment while you were silent and the time seemed to be stopped.

He parted his lips before running his tongue through the dry lips.

‘I think we are done for today.’ He smiled getting up from your bed. ‘Have rest!’ He said before leaving your cabin hurried.

It was odd, and you couldn’t stop yourself staring at the door. His gaze was so different, for a minute he didn’t look at you like a patient, it was way too gentle and curious for it.

Next day you couldn’t help it, you had to get out of bed. You had to walk, to look around to get your own food. You were strong enough you knew it. Chris was just too cautious. With these thoughts you got out of your bed alone, for the first time in two weeks, and with shaky legs you started to walk to the common area. Your legs were shaking and you knees went weak more than once in those few meters. You were stupid enough not even bringing your crutches to give you some leverage. It was just because you weren’t use to it, just because you were in bed for so long. You thought however, your wound was just about to beat your pride.The couch was just a couple of steps, you had to get there somehow. You turned and took two weak steps to that direction, but it was too far. Your legs gave in and you were prepared to land on your knees and palm, but it have never happened.

Two warm, strong hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you on your feet.

‘I don’t remember letting you walk alone in the ship, (Y/N).’ You could hear Chris’ voice behind you. You were so screwed. His voice was strict yet soft.

‘I know, I’m sorry.’ You sighed, trying to get back the control above your body, but his arms were still securely wrapped around you. He gently make you turn, facing him, still holding you.

‘I know you are restless, but you have to know that here I can’t do everything in the same way than back on Earth. If something goes wrong, maybe I can’t save you again, maybe it will make your injuries worse, and I couldn’t live with that.’ He said, however his voice was merely more than a whisper. His arms were gently holding you, pressed against his body, his hands gently resting on your back and on your hip, while you held onto his shoulders. His steel blue eyes got filled with concern and they also got a lot softer at the same moment.

‘I’m sorry, I just couldn’t lay there anymore. I started to feel that I’ll never be healthy again if I keep staying in my room forever.’ You said with an apologetic smile, which made his smile turn into a grin. You could feel yourself blushing, as the heat of his body got to yours through your clothes, and he still didn’t let you go.

‘Let’s go to somewhere, than!’ He offered and reached down to your knees to lift you in his arms.

‘Chris! I mean, Beck! It’s not necessary, please put me down!’ You protested, however you doubted he could hear you.

‘First, it is Dr. Beck! Second, I’m okay with you calling me Chris.’ He said and the only reason you could see the small blush appearing on his cheeks was that he was holdig you close in his arms. ‘We have spent a lot of time together lately anyways, and we will, until we arrive home. So, Chris is okay.’ He explained to draw away your attention from his obvious blush, which just got even more visible as he was speaking.

‘Alright, Chris!’ You laughed resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Thank you for taking care of me.’ You whispered while looking into the endless space through the windows of the gym.

‘This is kind of my job!’ He placed you gently next to the window and took place next to you. ‘And I care for you anyways.’ He chuckled running his hand through his hair to cover his face from your eyes.

‘Thank you!’ You laid you head on his shoulder, and quickly passed on the fact that his knee was gently pressing against yours. ‘Thank you for saving my life, for taking care of me, for being cautious instead of me, and for bringing me to my favourite place on this ship.’ You listed quietly letting his fingers brush through your hand, and pulling your fingers into the warm palm of his.

‘You don’t have to thank it to me! I would have done the same if I weren’t the doctor in this ship. You are very important to the team, to this mission, to many many people on the Earth… and to me.’ He breathed softly. His hand reached out and made your head gently turn to face him.

‘Chris…’ You whispered before letting your eyes drop to his plump lips. His hand slid on the side of your face as he leaned closer, gently capturing your lips with his. You sighed and gave him more space, turning to him fully, tilting your head, parting your lips. His kiss was gentle, soft, slowly tasting your lips before his tongue would have slipped into your mouth deepening the kiss. You moaned into the kiss when you could feel his tongue stroking yours, his teeth biting your bottom lip, tenderly sucking on it. The kiss got long, letting you get lost in the sensations, in the closeness of the other one, and the warm touches of your hands wandering in each others hair. His lips left small, soft kisses on yours before leaving it completely.

‘I was so worried about you! When Mark brought you back and I could see you, unconscious, bleeding I was thinking about the worse thing a man could and I tried to use all my remained patience and knowledge to save you as a doctor. It shouldn’t be this way, but I can’t help it. I have wanted to do this to you since too long, since we were back to Earth.’ He confessed, leaving you speechless.

You couldn’t say anything, not now, not to this. You pulled him back to another more passionate kiss, making him straddling your healthy leg, to face you to kis him as deep as he could. Your hands were in the soft brown hair, leaving it messy, while his hands were on your face cupping your cheeks, letting his love pour from his lips onto yours.

‘When I got hit by that asteroid, all I could hear was your voice, and that how worried it was. My last memories are you calling out my name, and me thinking that I’ll never ever be able to see this gorgeous smile of yours.’ You laughed softly before lifting your head to capture his lips again.

‘No, don’t even think about this, you are stuck with this stupid face of mine. Mostly because I couldn’t heal you completely, so now I have to live with the consequences, now I have to be with you.’ He smiled against your lips. ‘Also, I love you, so much and I want to be with you!

You couldn’t believe to your ears, you were beyond happiness.

‘I love you too!’ You grinned looking into the happy blue eyes. The full, warm lips were pressed against to yours, tasting you happily.

When it ended, Chris sat back next to you, wrapping one arm around you, resting his head on you yours, which leaned to his shoulder again. You didn’t say anything for a while just watched the stars in the distance.

Later Chris carried you back to your room, after you fall asleep on his shoulder and for the first time in your space travel he never went back to his bed. He stayed, sharing the narrow bed with you, holding your fragile body close, inhaling your scent deeply, getting lost in the warm feeling of your body against his, finally finding something constant in the infinite of the universe.

Our Daughter Master list

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Summary: During a mission Bucky finds something in a burning building and he just can’t leave it there. A few days later he realises that, against all the odds he can’t let her taken away from him. She needs him, or someone to protect her, she is just a baby hunted by Hydra after all.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I just had this idea that, how about making Bucky and Steve a Dad, and honestly I loved it. They have no idea about it, and it is not easy at all, doesn’t fit with their jobs either and maybe it won’t even happen at the end, but it was just too sweet! It’s going to be a mini series and I hope you will like it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

I want to keep her

Our Daughter Series Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Summary: During a mission Bucky finds something in a burning building and he just can’t leave it there. She is hunted by Hydra, which makes Bucky more and more determined to protect her, even if he has to fight with the other for it. But never with Steve.

A day later Bruce called for the team, about some very
important news. Lily was an Inhuman. The attack was because of her. Someone got
to know about her existence and wanted to kill her because her powers evolved.

‘Who was it?’ Bucky’s voice broke the silence. It was
icy and mad at the same time.

‘He is already dead. Died in the explosion. It was a
suicide bomb.’ Tony explained it further. ‘Calm down, Barnes!’ He said
narrowing his eyes at Bucky who shifted in his seat. ‘He was hired by
Hydra, by the way, so we are already taking them down.’

‘They attacked a baby!’ Steve pressured, after he
could see Bucky’s jaw tensing at the mention of Hydra.

‘Yes, we know, daddy 2.0, and we are trying to track
them since the attack!’ Tony raised his hand protectively and looked back at
the Bruce.

‘So, Lily’s abilities are not developed yet, but we
assume that she is going to have a strong telepathic power and something for defence
but it’s not clear yet.’ Bruce explained calmly, before looking at Bucky
quickly. ‘The question is, what we should do to her? Her parents died in
the explosion, and fosters are not for kids with her abilities.’ He pointed
out, as he pressed his lips together, thinking about the inevitable.

‘What other options do we have than keeping her here
and somehow managing to raise her?’ Sam asked the question which was in
everyone’s mind, arms crossed in front of his chest.

‘There is a special foster for special kids like her.
They give home and education to all these kids.’ Bruce answered briefly.

‘She needs protection. Hydra is hunting her, and
obviously she is not an average girl with abilities if they went after her at
such a young age. The question is if they can protect her there, if they can
give her the home she needs and the help to deal with her abilities and life.’
Steve spoke up, for the second time during the meeting, clearly concerned about
their possibilities.

‘We can give them agents, the best ones from
S.H.I.E.L.D to protect her until she won’t be able to do so. This compound is
not really for kids either, all of us here are targets and-’ Tony breathed in
sharply as he looked around in the room, not wanting to point out the obvious
fact that they all could be ticking bombs. It wasn’t save either.

‘Maybe we can try and keep her here, we can see her
abilities and how do they develop, telepathy is not a game. If it goes
uncontrolled she can easily hurt anyone, here we can prevent it. I can help
with that.’ Wanda’s voice broke through the long silence, earning a thankful
look from Bucky and Steve. The thing was that, she could never feel such strong
emotions from Bucky, he was particularly in pain by the thought not being able
to be around Lily ever again. He had to force himself not to talk and interrupt
everyone, saying out the obvious. He wanted Lily to stay, even if he was just
as terrified by the idea as everyone else. He had no idea how to raise a child,
had no idea how to take care of her but he wanted to try, he wanted to protect
her by any cost.

‘One month.’ Tony said nodding and looking to the
others, waiting for their answers. No one was protesting. He had no idea how
they are going to act it out, but he knew how it was to grow up without the
love and the attention of his dad, and he never wished this to anyone
else. It’s just, this place wasn’t for kids, and none of them had an idea
what to do with a baby.

Every one of them slowly stood up and left the room,
quietly sank in their thoughts, except Tony. He quickly followed Natasha and
caught her on the hallway.

‘What is it Tony?’ She asked and stopped, waiting for
the man to walk to her.

‘I just-‘ He started, and run his hand through his
hair. ‘Do you really think it is a good idea?’ He asked and looked at Nat
impatiently.

‘I don’t know, but I have no better idea. What Wanda
said was true, we need to keep her under check, we need to know what kind of a
things she is capable of. A baby with any abilities without control can be a
threat to its environment if that’s not prepared. Also, her parents died, so
she has no home anymore, and obviously need someone to take care of her.’ She
pointed out calmly, crossing her arms before her chest, looking suspiciously at
Tony. ‘What wrong, Tony?’

‘Nothing, nothing.’ He shrugged his shoulders before
looking at Natasha who clearly didn’t believed a word of him.

‘Tony?’ She asked raising an eyebrow.

‘Who is going to raise this baby? We going to play
rock-paper-scissors? Or she is going to be Banes’s because he found her? We risk
our lives day by day! What if he dies? What if she loses her parents again?’
Tony asked with an annoyed and worried tonne in his voice, making Nat smiling
softly at him.

‘You think Bucky want’s a baby? He just wants to do
what is right, and protect her. You should have seen him when he come out of
that building, carrying Lily. He was more terrified than all of us. He has no
idea about babies, but he is like this. He was like this, before Hydra. And the
fact that they are hunting on her kills him. He knows what are they capable of,
and how cruel they can be. If that baby gets hurt, we will be in a huge
trouble, because no one wants to fight against the Hydra and the Winter Soldier
at the same time.’ She finished her little speech and looked at Tony who still
wasn’t convinced, and if he wanted to be honest, it wasn’t Bucky what bothered
him. If any of them would have become the parents, there was the possibility for
them dying. All of them. He was already older when he lost his parents, but it
didn’t mean it was easy to process it at all. He never wished that feeling to
anyone ever. ‘Look, Bucky has Steve, and if the baby can stay, believe me, that
baby is going to get more love from them what we can imagine.’ She continues
with a bit softer tone in her voice. ‘Also, I think it is good for Bucky to
care for someone, to look after someone and do something good. Or you would
like to raise her?’ She asked raising an eyebrow.

‘No. I’m not particularly a father figure. Anyways I
already have a crazy teenager looking after. Pepper would kill me adopting
another mutant baby. She’d think I’m starting a collection.’ He rolled his
eyes, wildly gesturing with his arms, making Natasha smile. Tony was clearly worried
about the baby and her future.

‘If you are this worried, go and talk to James about
it!’ She suggested shrugging her shoulders.

‘Me and Barnes are not especially good at talking. I’m
going to discuss it with Lily and maybe Pepper, because she can have some good
ideas.’ Tony mumbled, turning to the other direction and leaving Natasha alone.
She chuckled in herself, shaking her head before heading to the kitchen to eat.

Tony headed to the nursery where Lily was sleeping. He
looked at the peaceful baby and sighed again. Yes, she was adorable. But not
every baby is adorable, isn’t it their purpose? He sat next to her crib,
looking at her, sinking in is thoughts. She was adorable, peaceful and so
little, so fragile. If he were Bucky maybe he would have felt the same. He
would have felt responsible for her, but for god’s sake he already does. Isn’t
it why he was so worried about this? He didn’t want to fuck anyone’s life up.
He wanted her to be safe and have a family. This was so controversy.

‘If you want you can have a room, you know. You don’t
have to stay here, sure you can’t answer now, but I guess you don’t want to
stay here. No one would. You will be here for a month you know, and it really
seems that you doing to have two dads. Maybe you can have a room next to
theirs, but first we should figure out who do you like the most. Because I
think Barnes likes you, he is really concerned about you.’ He didn’t really think
about what he was saying, he just wanted to say out loud all the words in his
head. ‘He feels responsible for you, however he shouldn’t have, but he saved you,
so now he does. The grown-ups are weird, never grow up! By the way I think he
did a good job taking care of Steve, your other possible dad in the future, so,
we should let him try. You know to be fair, and everything. It is also a weird
grown up stuff.’ Tony sighed, and slid the back of his hand on the back of
Lily. ‘You have no idea what you got yourself into.’ He said finally before
stoking Lily’s little hand and left the room. He needed to make a few calls and
talk to Pepper. She was a lot better at this this, and also she had a better sense
for his new project.

A few hours
later Steve was walking on the hallway right to the direction of Lily’s nursery
room. She was making cute baby sounds when he walked closer to her, then
started to laugh as he leaned over her.’

‘Hey, Little one! It seems you
are staying here a bit, but you have to be patient with us, we had been through
a lot, but we never had to deal with a little girl like you are. So, I just-
Ah, I hope we can figure it out, because Bucky really loves you, I have never
seen him like this before. And I know him for a while, believe me.’ He kept
talking to Lily as he walked to the living room and laid down to the
couch. ‘You and him already have a lot in common. The bad, ugly men hurt
him too, and now he is terrified about what is going to happen to you. You
know, he was always very protective for the ones he cared about. He was always
saving me before, and always looked after me when I needed. He always acted
like a big brother to me when we were young, and now, I have no idea why, but
he kind of feels the same for you.’ The blond man sighed as he was caressing
the back of the little girl, slowly talking her into sleep. ‘Except, that
now, he could be your dad, not your brother, but it freaks him out. It does me
too, but he just cares for you so much.’ He sighed, and the picture
unintentionally popped into his head when Bucky was holding Lily on the plane
and even later, here in the compound. He looked so content, so happy, but this
was impossible. They needed to figure out something, they couldn’t keep her.
This place was not for children, but at the same time Lily was in clear danger.
Steve looked down to his chest quietly admiring the calmly sleeping baby. He
got lost in his thoughts and slowly fall asleep on the couch.

He only woke up, when Bucky
sat next to him with a sad, gentle smile on his face. Steve peered down to his
chest to Lily, then back to Bucky.

‘Hey! Sorry, I think I fall
asleep here.’ He laughed quietly, trying not to wake up the little one.

‘It’s okay.’ Bucky’s voice was
merely more than a whisper, as he was watching them. The truth was that he was
there for a while now, but he just couldn’t bring himself to wake up Steve. His
heart was hurting for the sight, because he knew it was only temporary. His
lips were pressed together in a line and Steve couldn’t decide whether he was
at the edge of crying or not.

‘Hey.’ Steve reached out to
hold Bucky’s hand, giving him a reassuring smile. ‘She is staying here for a
month now-‘ He tried to calm down Bucky’s nerves but it was in vain. He was too
upset. He never really wanted this, but now, his heart was aching from the
sight of Steve holding a baby and sleeping peacefully in the living room. Bucky
leaned forward pressing his lips to Steve’s, letting out a painful moan.

‘I want her to stay, Steve!’
He whispered and slid his hand to the back of Lilly, gently caressing her. ‘I
don’t want her to go to a foster, to grew up without parents, to be in danger.
I can’t just sit and watch as Hydra hurts her or takes her and-‘ His voice got
shaky but he didn’t have to continue, Steve understood it too well.

‘Buck, the job we are doing is
the most dangerous one! No one can know when we won’t come back from a mission,
and then what would happen to her?’ Steve protested quietly, tenderly stroking
Bucky’s hair. ‘I am as worried as you are, but I don’t know what we should do.
I’d want her to stay too, believe me, I do! After seeing you holding her in
your arms-, I never thought I could be more in love with you, but it happened.’
Steve whispered, bringing Bucky closer to himself, and giving him space to lay
down on the couch, resting his head on Steve’s chest, next to Lily.

‘I felt the same.’ The
dark-haired man answered quietly while his blue eyes were paying attention to
Lily. ‘You know, I never thought I’ll ever meet anyone who is not afraid of me,
but she doesn’t know who I am, who I was. She is always so happy when she sees
me, always laughing, my arm doesn’t bother her either.’ His explanation was
quiet and clear, and it just broke Steve’s heart. ‘I just want to protect her,
Steve, in every way I can. Just as I did to you!’ He smiled gently to the
memory, and lift his hand to stroke Lily’s little head with it. ‘She is so
innocent and sweet.’ He breathed, before pressing a gentle kiss on her little
hand.

‘I know, Buck, I know. And I
promise I’ll do anything to convince the others to let her stay.’ Steve
promised, which made Bucky turn to him. ‘I know we have no idea about raising a
kid, but I love you, and you love her.’ His eyes were shiny from his tears and
from all the emotions he had at this moment. He just loved them, and was
worried about them so much. ‘Let’s put her back to sleep.’ He suggested, and
Bucky nodded.

As they were standing above
her bed it just felt odd, but in a good sense. They left quietly closing the
door, avoiding from waking up Lily. Steve reached out for Bucky turning his
head to him, looking him in the eye, leaning closer. He captured the plump lips
between his, kissing Bucky with all his love what he had for him.

‘I need you, Buck. I need to
make love to you, right now, because-‘ He couldn’t finish as Bucky’s hungry
lips pressed against his. They led each other to their shared room, to get lost
in all the love they had for each other and in the longing for having a third,
little one in their life.

part 1

My Bucky

tetralea:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1.2k+
Warning: Fluff, a looot of fluff and love

Summary: It is still hard for Bucky to trust himself, but he is getting better and better, letting Steve close.

A/N: The idea come from listening this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BL5NTxl5rU
A guy was playing it in the cafeteria at the uni, and it was so beautiful!

It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.

However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.

Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.

Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.

Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.

‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.

The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.

Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.

Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.

‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.

‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.

‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.

‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.

‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.

The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.

‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.

My Bucky

tetralea:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1.2k+
Warning: Fluff, a looot of fluff and love

Summary: It is still hard for Bucky to trust himself, but he is getting better and better, letting Steve close.

A/N: The idea come from listening this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BL5NTxl5rU
A guy was playing it in the cafeteria at the uni, and it was so beautiful!

It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.

However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.

Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.

Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.

Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.

‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.

The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.

Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.

Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.

‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.

‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.

‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.

‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.

‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.

The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.

‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.

My Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1.2k+
Warning: Fluff, a looot of fluff and love

Summary: It is still hard for Bucky to trust himself, but he is getting better and better, letting Steve close.

A/N: The idea come from listening this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BL5NTxl5rU
A guy was playing it in the cafeteria at the uni, and it was so beautiful!

It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.

However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.

Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.

Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.

Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.

‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.

The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.

Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.

Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.

‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.

‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.

‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.

‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.

‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.

The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.

‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.

Our daughter

tetralea:

Part1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Summary: During a mission Bucky finds something in a burning building and he just can’t leave it there. A few days later he realises that, against all the odds he can’t let her taken away from him. She needs him, or someone to protect her, she is just a baby hunted by Hydra after all.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I just had this idea that, how about making Bucky and Steve a Dad, and honestly I loved it. They have no idea about it, and it is not easy at all, doesn’t fit with their jobs either and maybe it won’t even happen at the end, but it was just too sweet! It’s going to be a mini series and I hope you will like it!

Bucky was
running out of the building, which was collapsing and burning now. He was in
too deep; therefore it took him the more time to get out. He was running
through an apartment, ripping out the front door, when somehow even through the
terrible noises, his ears caught a desperate sound. He wasn’t even thinking,
just turned and entered the room on his left.

Keep reading

Our daughter

tetralea:

Part1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Summary: During a mission Bucky finds something in a burning building and he just can’t leave it there. A few days later he realises that, against all the odds he can’t let her taken away from him. She needs him, or someone to protect her, she is just a baby hunted by Hydra after all.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I just had this idea that, how about making Bucky and Steve a Dad, and honestly I loved it. They have no idea about it, and it is not easy at all, doesn’t fit with their jobs either and maybe it won’t even happen at the end, but it was just too sweet! It’s going to be a mini series and I hope you will like it!

Bucky was
running out of the building, which was collapsing and burning now. He was in
too deep; therefore it took him the more time to get out. He was running
through an apartment, ripping out the front door, when somehow even through the
terrible noises, his ears caught a desperate sound. He wasn’t even thinking,
just turned and entered the room on his left.

Keep reading

Tag list:

@hellomissmabel, @poirotplots

Our daughter

tetralea:

Part1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Summary: During a mission Bucky finds something in a burning building and he just can’t leave it there. A few days later he realises that, against all the odds he can’t let her taken away from him. She needs him, or someone to protect her, she is just a baby hunted by Hydra after all.

A/N: Hey everyone! So, I just had this idea that, how about making Bucky and Steve a Dad, and honestly I loved it. They have no idea about it, and it is not easy at all, doesn’t fit with their jobs either and maybe it won’t even happen at the end, but it was just too sweet! It’s going to be a mini series and I hope you will like it!

Bucky was
running out of the building, which was collapsing and burning now. He was in
too deep; therefore it took him the more time to get out. He was running
through an apartment, ripping out the front door, when somehow even through the
terrible noises, his ears caught a desperate sound. He wasn’t even thinking,
just turned and entered the room on his left.

Keep reading

Our daughter

Part1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Language, fluff, panic attacks, baby, angst, light mentions of sex

Bucky was
running out of the building, which was collapsing and burning now. He was in
too deep; therefore it took him the more time to get out. He was running
through an apartment, ripping out the front door, when somehow even through the
terrible noises, his ears caught a desperate sound. He wasn’t even thinking,
just turned and entered the room on his left.

‘Where is he?’ Steve asked worried, searching for his
boyfriend around the entrance of the building.

‘He is still in the building, but he is not
answering.’ Natasha said through the com in Steve’s ear. ‘He was too
deep, it takes him time to get out, Steve. Calm down, it’s just a matter of
seconds.’ She tried to calm the blond man, but in vain.

‘There he is!’ They heard Sam’s voice as he spotted
Bucky running out of the building, covering his head with his metal arm, and
holding the flesh one close to his body.

‘It seems he is injured! Call the meds from the
quinjet!’ Steve commanded keeping his eye on Bucky. Something was off, but he
didn’t have much time to think about it because the building gave in, in a loud
roar and he knew they had to go.

He was standing on the opening of the quinjet, waiting
until Bucky run into the vehicle closing the door behind him. ‘Natasha,
let’s go!’ He shouted, giving one last stare to the tragic landscape in front
of him.

When he turned around, Bucky was kneeling on the round,
panting, covered in dust, still holding his right arm to his chest.

‘Buck, are you hurt? What happ-’ He remained
speechless, when he knelt next to the dark-haired man to see if he is okay, but
he got shocked. They looked at the same direction, right into Bucky’s arm, with
face startled. Just staring at the tiny, little baby who just woke up, looking
at them curiously.

Bucky’s heart was hammering in his chest partly from
the running, partly from what he was just looking at. The little one was
looking up to him with opened mouth, and huge, wondering brown eyes. He
had no idea what he was going to do. He was holding a baby in the first time in
his life, and it didn’t seem real. It was small, fragile and light against his
arm.

‘I couldn’t leave her there.’ It was the only thing
coming out of his mouth he was so shocked. ‘She would have died there,
Steve! I could hear her, and then grabbed her and run. I couldn’t leave her die
there, Steve! She is just a baby!’ He mumbled, raising his head looking into
the worried blue eyes on the edge of a panic attack.

‘No, no, of course not!’ Steve responded immediately,
smoothing his hand on Bucky’s back, giving him a reassuring kiss on his
temple.

‘So, what’s the-, Oh, woah! Is that a baby?’ Sam was
more than surprised. This was the sight he never expected. Bucky kneeling on
the floor, holding a baby.

‘A baby?’ Natasha and Bruce come in at the same time,
echoing Sam’s words. They also stopped at the sight. Bucky was on the floor, a
baby wrapped in a dirty blanket in his arms, with Steve next to him, holding
him tight. Despite of every expectation and odd, it was beautiful in its own
way.

‘How do you know it’s a girl?’ Steve’s voice was the
one breaking the silence.

‘The blanket is kind of pink, and on her crib the
name, Lilyana was written. So, I assume, she is a girl.’ Bucky’s voice was calm
as he stood up, still holding Lilyana, and looking at her like she would have
been some kind of a miracle.

‘She is very calm.’ Sam added, when they walked
closer, looking at the baby, who was still just observing the
situation. ‘We should ask the meds to check on her! She must have breathed
in a lot of smoke!’ He suggested, looking questioningly at Bucky, just as
everyone else.

‘Yeah.’ The tall man was just shocked. The thoughts
were running in his head, but the only thing he could think about was the tiny
little life in his arms. He had no idea what’s next.

‘And maybe they should check, you too.’ Steve’s lips
were pressed together as he was looking concerned at Bucky.

‘Until we arrive, we could check her, just to be sure
that she is not having any very serious injuries.’ Natasha was speaking slow,
as she looked at Bucky, waiting for him to react. He nodded, and walked to the
bench placing Lily onto it gently.

Nothing happened for seconds, when he looked at the
others. ‘I have no idea about babies, and I don’t want to hurt her.’ He
protested with voice scared, face pale. The most obvious option would have been
to ask Nat, but he didn’t want to put her in this situation, just because she
was the only women around.

‘I’ll unwrap her, then Bruce can see her.’ Sam
suggested, kneeling in front of the bench to get rid of the blanket. It took
some minutes to get rid of everything, because Sam went really slow and
careful, being aware of the possible in juries. When finally, she was just in
her diapers Bruce kneeled next to Sam, and examined her. Lily was fine, without
any injuries, which was a miracle in itself. They were more worried about Bucky
now, who still seemed frightened and was standing with muscles tensed.

‘Buck, did you get hurt?’ Steve tried carefully, putting
an arm around his boyfriend.

‘No, I’m fine.’ He shook his head and for the first
time he detached his gaze from Lily and looked to Steve. ‘I had no idea if I
can make it, Steve.’ He started to speak suddenly. Until it was just me, I
never cared, I knew somehow I’ll survive, even if the building collapses on me.
I1m hard to get killed. But her!’

‘Ssh, Buck! It’s alright she is save now, both of you
are safe now, thanks to you!’ Steve held Buck with both of his hands now,
desperately trying to avoid him getting a panic attack. ‘Look, she is healthy,
thanks to you!’ He leaned down and picked up the baby, getting a tingly warm
feeling as he lifted her. ‘Look, Lily is fine!’ He kept going, putting the baby
to Bucky’s arms again. They instinctively wrapped around the little body,
holding it tight.

‘Barnes, here! You got a smaller shock!’ Bruce
explained and handed him a glass of water and chocolate. ‘You should have some
rest, or at least sit down. Alright?’ He explained calmly, looking Bucky in the
eye. ‘Lilyana doesn’t have the smallest I juries, you can rest now!’ He
reassured Bucky, who looked a bit calmer after this, and nodded. He sat down
and placed Lily on her stomach next to himself on the bench. After this the
journey was calm and everyone was quiet, sinking in their thoughts.

Steve took place next to Bucky for a while being sure
that he was alright, holding his hand, giving him worried looks.

‘I need to help to Natasha now. Have some rest. We
will figure it out later.’ He whispered into Bucky’s ears, and give a soft kiss
on his warm skin before sanding up.

Lily was just fine, and still very quiet. She was
laying on her stomach on the bench wrapped back into another blanket, right
next to Bucky’s seat. They were flying for an hour now, and Bucky calmed
down, which made everyone relax finally.

Steve or the others couldn’t help but smiled at how
the dark-haired man checked on the baby in every minute. It wasn’t much just
the movement of his eye, lingering on the little one for a couple of
seconds.

‘You can hold her, if you think it’s safer for her.’
Natasha whispered as she sat next to Bucky, who looked at her in
surprise.

‘No, I don’t think it’s better if I hold her, but
someone should. What if she falls?’ He asked looking at the baby, who was fast
asleep.

‘She can’t even turn, Barnes.’ Nat rolled her eyes,
reaching out for Lily, pulling her into her arms. ‘What happened to her
parents?’ She asked suddenly, lightly bouncing the baby.

‘They died after the detonation. The apartment was
right next to the one with the explosives. Just her room was far from it, but
the parents were in the living room.’ He said darkly, making Nat turning to
him. Her eyes were filled with pain and horror when she looked back to
Lily.

‘Oh, my god!’ Her face went blank when she realised
what it meant. ‘Poor little thing.’ She looked at her for a second before
turning back to Bucky. ‘Do you have any idea who was it?’

‘No.’ Bucky shook his head, jaws tensing. His features
gave Nat a clear message: He didn’t know yet, but whoever it was, that person
was going to pay!

She gave the baby to Sam when they were close to
landing, who was more than happy about taking care of her. He never really
had the chance to be around babies, but found them adorable and very funny when
they weren’t crying.

‘They are so small.’ He laughed. ‘Look at her hands!’
Sam said and lifted Lily’s hand with one finger. ‘So, adorable!’ He
laughed, clearly having a good time playing with her. ‘Try it, hold her
hand!’ He encouraged Bucky, who was resisting. He was just staring at Lily at
every second, making sure that she is safe.

‘Come on, Barnes! She won’t bite! She doesn’t even
have teeth!’ Sam laughed and turned his full attention back to Lily. He was
entertaining her for a while, making her giggle every second, having no idea
about the effect it had on Bucky. The sweet sound got right into his heart,
immediately melting it, making him smile. He couldn’t resist, and when Sam
wasn’t watching and fall asleep, he reached out to slide his hand under Lily’s
little fingers. He sighed at the warm feeling filling his chest as soon as
he touched her warm, tiny hand.

She was so innocent and pure, having no idea about who
he was. Letting him touch her and seemingly being content about the warm
fingers around her little hand.

After arriving home, they took Lilyana to the medics
immediately, who were not less surprised than the others, when they saw the
newest member of the team. Now, Steve was holding her, which made Bucky’s hear
aching. Watching Steve with a child, seeing the gentle, happy expression on his
face when he looked at her.

Bucky never wanted children, or maybe he did, back in
the ‘40s, but not now. It was impossible, they were both men, with not the
safest job on the planet. He never was thinking about it seriously until this
very moment. But it was impossible.

A couple of hours later when the nurses left, everyone
was checked, and Lily was fed, also the nurses gave her a bath, Bucky walked
into the room where she was sleeping. In the little crib she pushed herself on
her elbows and lift her head to look at the long-haired man.

‘Hey, little one! The doctors said, everything is okay
with you! Thank god, I find you before you could have breathed in too much of
that smoke.’ He explained it to her softly, standing next to her crib. Lily was
quiet for a moment before she started laughing. Bucky looked behind his back to
see what was so funny, but there was nothing. ‘What are you laughing at?’
He asked the baby who was still grinning and tried to move towards
him. ‘Is there something on me?’ He asked and couldn’t help but started to
smile. Before he could have think he reached out and picked up Lily. His long
locks fall into his face as he leaned forward, catching the baby’s attention.
Grabby little hands were peeking out of the white blanket in which she was
wrapped in, trying to reach the man’s hair. ‘You like my hair, mini doll?’
He asked laughing, and slid his finger into the grabby hands. Lilly happily
squeaked when she grabbed the long finger and pulled it to herself still
laughing. Bucky was laughing, genuinely happily at the sight of the chuckling
Lily. ‘You have huge eyes, you know that?’ He asked, not being bothered by
the fact that the baby couldn’t answer him, and was still playing with his
finger. Shaking it, pulling it into her mouth, laughing loud. He had no idea
how much time he spent there, talking to Lily, enjoying her pure
happiness.

He was so occupied that he never noticed Steve, who
was searching for him. He stopped, and he could feel his heart twisting. Bucky
was so happy, he has never ever saw him like this. The pure love in his eyes
when he looked at Lily, was overwhelming. He was standing there trying to
remember every little moment of those few minutes.