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As Daria approached the scene, the children also became quiet and examined the unfamiliar woman closely.
"This is your girl?" whispered a girl about eight years old in his ear, while not taking her eyes off Daria.
"Yes, Naledi. That's my girl." He whispered, his voice filled with pride, his heart filled with love and his smile filled with happiness.
Just as Daria had reached them, the children started the question and answer session.
It wasn't often that a person from outside of Wakanda was here, and the fact that Bucky had brought her along, of course, increased the kids' excitement enormously.
"Hey kiddos, don't overwhelm her, otherwise she'll be gone faster than she came. Besides... Don't you even care what I have in my backpack?"
Bucky had squeezed in between the kids and Daria, to give her some space.
Even though Daria loved kids and she would have loved to answer all the questions at once, she still had a problem with excessive physical contact - at all when it came from so many little people at once.
As if Bucky were holding the holy grail in the air, the children followed him with loud laughter.
A few meters further, in the center of the mud huts, Bucky knelt down again and opened his backpack under the curious eyes.
To reveal vast quantities of European sweets that the children loved oh so much and which Bucky brought with every visit.
Some would think that the children and their parents would need other things than sweets, but this wasn't the case.
They lived a simple life and didn't need much, besides, after the Winter Soldier program was literally coded out of him and he went back to Russia, Bucky had taken over the sponsorship of this one village.
Everything they needed, they got without resistance from him. Without batting an eye, he paid several medical bills, whether it was for the residents or for the animals. For every big holiday, he sent, if he could not make it personally, a huge box with gifts.
So no, the residents, except for the Russian sweets and the visit of Bucky, did not need anything.
As if he was Santa Claus who had opened his gift bag for free taking, the children pounced on the goodies.
While the children shoved one chocolate bar after the other into their mouths, Bucky stood next to Daria again, who had been watching everything closely the whole time.
By now she had experienced first hand that the old grim super soldier had a soft heart and could be tender, but seeing him with the children revealed a whole new side to her.
