This is the story of how ex-assassin, James Buchanan Barnes goes from being a ruthless killer to a Full-Time Father... Following the events of the Infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D and the Sokovia Accords.
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Ivory Lee Barnes Age: 13 months old ••••••••••
Year 1, Month 5
Saturday July 4, 2015 5:30 PM
"Uh-da, uh-da..." Ivory whispered to Bucky who had been snoring loudly while he was napping. Usually Ivory would be sleeping alongside Bucky but she woke up earlier than him that afternoon, and was ready to explore.
Shortly after turning one, Ivory began walking, and ever since she found her sea legs she became unstoppable. All Ivory ever wanted to do was run around, climb and play. She rarely wanted Bucky's help with the things she could do on her own, except today, she wanted a small favor...
"Uh-Daddy, Uh-milk!" Ivory whined standing inches away from Bucky's bedside.
Ivory stood and watched as Bucky continued to snore heavily and he didn't budge even when the girl would pat his cheek.
"Uh-milk, uh-milk!" Ivory whined putting her empty sippy cup in front of Bucky's face. Usually Bucky was awake the minute he heard Ivory make a sound but he wouldn't open is eyes. When Bucky wouldn't wake up Ivory got upset, and continued to try and wake him up.
"Daddy uh-milk, uh-milk."
"F-Five more minutes." Bucky mumbled turning over, accidentally knocking Ivory's sippy cup back onto the floor. Ivory pouted and picked her cup up off the floor hurt that Bucky wouldn't pay attention to her.
Ivory held her cup to her chest, and looked over at the refrigerator. She had already formed what seemed like a great idea in her little head.
On her semi-sturdy legs, She waddled over to the refrigerator, placed her cup down on the floor and pulled on the refrigerator door like she saw Bucky do all the time. When the door wouldn't open she whined and threw herself on the floor not sure of what to do.
Moments later, she picked herself back up off of the floor and somehow managed to yank the refrigerator door open by herself the second time around.
Ivory smiled to herself when she saw the Milk container sat on one of the higher shelves on the left hand side of the fridge. She stood up on the ledge on the inside of the fridge which got her to the perfect height to reach the milk herself, and grabbed the jug by its handle.
Ever since Ivory started walking she had been figuring out how to do things on her own such as getting herself out of bed, and finding toys and books to play with on her own. Surely she could handle getting her own milk...right?
