Marvel Imagines pt. 5

Poppet ❤️‍🔥 Sestra Series.

Song: Nas - shootouts (instrumental)

Imagine: just a cute and fluffy Drabble for our favorite couple, they deserve some cuteness.

Warnings: a smidge of angst, major fluff. Bucky being the best father and you the best mother.

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She is tired, Bucky knows.

The heavy weight finally lifted from her, but still dod a lot of damage before it lifted. She's stuck to the bed sometimes, not that he minds. He lets her rest.

"Better to not wake the beast" he jokes often to her and she just shakes her head at him with a smile playing on her lips.

She's usually the ones to wake up for their little bundle of joy at night. Telling Bucky she will be fine and that he needs his rest more than she does. Deep down he knows she's lying.

Because ever since their life went to "normal" he has been sleeping almost uninterrupted, at least if Natalia sleeps through the night. Y/n on the other hand wakes up from every single small sound coming from the nursery, she's scared that if she doesn't, Natalia will be gone. It's not rational, Natalia is always safe with them and yet the damage done makes her scared that if she lets her guard down, Natalia will be taken from her.

Tonight is no different, Natalia starts crying and Y/n is already trying to get up but Bucky pulls her right back into the bed before getting up himself.

'I swear I'd you take even two steps towards the hallway I'll tie you to this bed so you can sleep..'

'You promise?' her voice is groggy but the playful tone says enough about her state.

'Lay down... now... I'll go check on her..'

The moment her head hits the pillow again she is a goner. Soft snores fill the room and the hallway and Bucky silently grins to himself.

The crying gets louder and he grimaces. 'I'm here I'm here... shhh.. shhh..' he takes his little girl out of the bassinet and right into his arms.

The second her head lays down on his chest, she stops crying oh so violently and with a few hiccups and sighs she's back to the peaceful and happy child she is during the day.

'What's going on Poppet?' He asks. His wife is a doll, so naturally their girl gets the nickname poppet. 'Why are you so troubled. Do you have nightmares like your parents?' He coos as he gently sways Natalia.

He then spots the big rocking chair and he sits down. He didn't want this thing in the nursery, it takes up too much space but for nights like these, he loves it.

Who is he even kidding, he loves to sit in this thing whenever he gets the chance.

Natalia grasps at his dog tags, wily tugging with the strength of Bruce. Children usually are strong but when you're dealing with a super soldier child, she could've easily pulled his head off. Not that she didn't try that many, many times already.

She wants to out them in his mouth but Bucky stops her. 'Oh no, don't do that, your momma likes to hold onto them.. when we have one on one time... you'll understand when you're an adult... I won't let anyone tell you before that...'

She yawns and rubs her eyes before her little hands pull her ears gently. A clear sign that she's tired. The rocking and Bucky's body heat making her sleepy again.

'Please never grow up.. I want you to stay this little.. so I can coddle you and not think about all those bad boys breaking your heart... all the parties and the hearts you will break... because you will be a little heartbreaker, you're the prettiest poppet I've ever seen.. don't tell your momma that...' he chuckles.

He himself lets out a yawn, he looks down to see his daughter fast asleep again. He decides to stay in the rocking chair a bit longer, just to be safe.

•••

The sun gently shines through the blinds, warming up the cold autumn room. Y/n's hand reaches out to where Bucky is supposed to be.

The spot is cold and so she opens her eyes to get conformation that he is indeed not laying next to her.

'Baby?' Her voice echoes through the room and the hallway which is strange, given that Bucky always wants the doors closed at night.

She pushes herself off of the bed and pulls on the thick robe that hangs from the closet. She pulls it tight around her body before walking through the apartment.

She walks past the nursery and that's when a huge smile spreads on her face. To see her husband peacefully sleeping in the chair he actually named "Sam Wilson 2.0" with his daughter right to his chest makes her heart swell in hers.

She waits a few more moments before she makes her way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She fills the pot with hot coffee, she makes some scrambled eggs and then when it's done and cooking for them both to eat, a shuffling sound can be heard followed by some cooing from Natalia.

She feels an arm slowly creep around her waist before a stubbles cheek presses against her neck. Two lips seal the kiss on her neck making her chuckle.

'Morning..' he grumbles. His body stiff from sleeping in that damn chair.

'Go put her in the chair and come sit to eat dinner...'

He hums and does exactly what she tells him, much to Natalia's dismay, she's glued to her daddy as much as possible, and being stripped to a chair is of course not being glued to daddy.

'Thank ..you.. for last night...' she slides him a cup but when she moves to turn away, an arm wraps around her waist once again.

'What? For being a father? No need to thank me doll... you deserve rest.. and don't you dare lie to me and say that you're not tired..'

'I love you, you know that?' She muses before pecking his lips.

'Really? I haven't noticed...' he jokes back, she lets out a loud laugh.

'So I've been thinking...' he tells his wife. 'About?'

'Sarah's offer to babysit for one evening, just to give us a date night...'

Her face immediately goes to an unsure look. 'I don't know..' She sighs.

'If you don't want to.. I won't press.. but I think it would be good to grab some dinner, just the two of us for a couple hours... I'm thinking we go to the fancy one down the street...'

'With the chocolate cake?'

He hums and he sees the hesitation in her features. 'I do like that... hmm... I mean a couple of hours wouldn't hurt...' She gives in.

'And who knows, maybe Natalia likes it... maybe we can go on a little break..'

'Maybe, we will see...'