And then we were two (Tony stark's daughter fic)

Unsolved mysteries and takeout with super soldiers

Addy could only play her daddy's videos so many times. They weren't helping anymore. She was so worried. Tony and Steve had been missing for over a week now. Everyone kept telling her they'd be alright, Steve would look after Tony. My daddy isn't helpless! She'd snapped at first. Now she wondered if Steve really would look after him. They fought all the time. What if he was being mean to her daddy?

She glanced up as Nat peeked into the room. "You should be asleep, мое солнце..."

Addy looked her up and down, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Where you goin? Is it about daddy?!"

"No," Natasha crouched to catch the little girl. "No, this is something I need to check on for Steve...I'll be right back, мое солнце."

Addy's brows drew down stubbornly, so like her father, and she glanced around. "Can I come? Please? Please auntie Nat?! I can't just sit here..."

James Buchanan Barnes opened the door to a familiar red head and a little girl with dark curls and big brown eyes. "What's wrong?" He frowned immediately. 

Natasha breezed past him, dragging Addy along with her. "Damn, Bucky, you still anti furniture?" She huffed.

His apartment was bare save a tv standing on the floor in a corner and a pile of pillows and blankets in front of it, a milk crate serving as a table beside the...bed, if you could call the nest of bedding a bed.

Addy frowned as she spun round slowly, taking in the room. "You get robbed?" She asked. "It's Brooklyn, so..."

Bucky merely raised a brow. "Who's the kid?"

"Kid has a name," Addy scowled before Natasha could answer. "You Bucky like the squirrel or like the bear?"

"The what?" He glanced at Natasha again.

Natasha was sifting through the takeout containers in the tiny kitchenette and looked up at him with a smirk. "They made you into a Teddy Bear, Bucky."

"Daaang," Addy murmured. "Hey, ya know, if daddy's Bucky bear survived the whole tower collapse thing he should sign it or something!" She dropped down atop Bucky's blanket pile and began searching for a remote.

"What the hell is happening?" Bucky demanded through clenched teeth.

Natasha motioned him nearer. "I promised Steve id check on you if he couldn't and...well, he can't. We were out and...Steve and Tony went missing. We're trying to find them but...so far no luck..."

Bucky's jaw noticeably clenched as he crossed his arms, prosthetic and flesh alike. "And the kid?" He grunted.

"Tony's little girl. She needed a distraction," she shrugged. Nat pushed a carton into his hand. "Eat," She ordered as she moved past him to sit beside the little girl. "What we watching?"

Addy shrugged. "We could watch unsolved murders?"

Natasha laughed softly and settled cross legged beside her. "Dont tell your dad. He already thinks you're too obsessed with death."

"It's an awareness, not an obsession," she shrugged and turned to stare up at Bucky. "You gonna sit or what? I got food, I won't bite. Shouldn't chew on metal anyway."

Bucky felt a chuckle escape him despite himself as he resumed his seat and began picking at the food they'd brought him. "I thought we didn't do the whole, tell people about me, thing...?"

"What people?" Natasha shrugged dismissively. "I'm Steve's backup babysitter, and apparently Tony's too."

"Oooh Ooh Ooh!" Addy gasped and bounced up onto her knees, very nearly tumbling into Bucky's lap in her excitement. "Can I asks you a question?!" She chirped excitedly.

Bucky placed the plastic fork back into his carton of food and studied her, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of his mouth. "Shoot, kid."

Addy had never looked more like her daddy than in that moment. She grinned like she was about to get all the gritty details of a closely guarded secret. Little fingers jammed dark curls behind her ear and she did a tiny little dance, her clever mind and energy still strong, not squashed as her daddy's had been by that age. "Ok!" She beamed. "So, have you seen the Captain America wing in the Smithsonian?"

Bucky snorted and glanced toward Natasha. "They gave that little punk an exhibit?"

"Sooo...I'll take that as a no," Addy giggled. "So...were you guys a thing?"

"A thing?" Bucky repeated flatly.

What happened next sent the two adults into a fit of laughter. Addy wrapped her arms tightly around her torso, rubbing her palms up and down her upper arms as she pursed her lips and made a kissy face. "Ooooh Steve you're so big and pretty!" She laughed teasingly.

Bucky snorted. "Ok, no," he shook his head. "Steve is my best friend, my brother. If I didn't have feelings for him before I wasn't gonna start falling all over myself because he suddenly bulked up. He's still the same little punk he always was. Besides, not into blondes."

"Is this some kinda lesson about people still havin the same insides even when they look different outside?" The little girl's clever brown eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"How do you keep up with this?" Bucky motioned at her with his hand and shot Natasha a look.

"I don't," she shrugged. "She's a Stark. I just enjoy watching her. Not like she's a mark, no reason to stay one step ahead of her."

"Ok more questions!" Addy giggled. "Why don't you have furniture? Why are you hiding? You are, shut up. Is that a robot arm? Can I touch it? Do you know my daddy?"

"Didn't you want to watch tv?" He scowled and held out his metal hand, palm up, for her to inspect.

Addy marveled over it, curious fingers tracing ever groove. "Daddy will love this!" She gasped.

Bucky wasn't so sure. I'll explain soon, Buck. He could hear Steve's assurances from their last visit. He'd explain soon. Except how could Bucky ever expect him to. Or, even more difficult to imagine, how could he expect a man to hear what he'd done, that he'd been the tool employed to murder his parents, and just accept it, accept him.

Addy dropped beside him and picked up her food again, pressed to his side as she began eating once more. Bucky had to stifle the urge to pull away. What would Stark think about his little girl watching tv with him? He couldn't imagine it would be good. "You two stayin?" He murmured at Natasha.

She shrugged absently and took another bite. "Be easier if you'd get furniture, Barnes," was her only response as she too focused on the unsolved crime of a woman murdered by an obsessive ex. It was weird as hell, but he didn't hate it.

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BUCKY!! Omg idk about you but after Falcon and the winter soldier I have been on a Sam/Bucky kick and just 😍😍 it is giving me life!! Hopefully you're enjoying it and it isn't going as random as I feel lol. I keep telling myself to just read the dang thing myself to be sure my vision works with what I've already done but haven't gotten to it. Anywhooooo I had so much fun writing this chapter and I hope you have fun reading it 😘 seen ya again soon lovelies!