He's how old?

Action Plan

"Steve, if you don't start sharing, you can either go calm down or you will be going down for an early nap, your choice. Right, back to this, we already have diapers and essentially a car seat so what else do we need that will help him fee more secure, Sam?"

"I don't know why you think I'm the expert, think about it this way. If you take his biological age out of the equation, what would you need for a typical two, maybe three-year-old? What did you do when Pete was that young?"

"Routine. Lots of routine. Okay we can sort that out later and start bedtime routine tonight."

"Even back before, he loved a routine. He would always do certain things at certain times and on particular days. What about safety, obviously his bed is a massive concern. There is no way I'm letting him sleep in it if he's going to get hurt again."

"I know Babes, I will work on something down in the lab, just need to think if rails on his current bed is enough, or if I need to make more of a crib instead, I'll draw some plans up later, but in the meantime, we have his play pen."

"Any ideas on how to keep his diaper on, it gets boring every time I have to redo it, half the time he needs a new one anyway. See I read somewhere that it's a sign of readiness to potty train, but he has no clue when he's going."

"Just need to out smart him. He's probably doing it for attention or as you know he's a little Punk. I've ordered a few things which may deter him from doing it, or at least slow him down."

"Have you two noticed the increased thumb sucking as well."

"Yeah, we both have. We don't really want to give him a pacifier, but it would be more sanitary, and half the time he starts chewing and he can hurt himself that way."

"So why don't you go down the chew necklace route, I'm sure they might come in handy, especially if he's chewing on his thumb as like an anxiety tic."

"Yeah, I've never heard of them, I leave that to you and Tones. I don't think mealtimes need changing, I mean he doesn't get out of his seat, so a highchair type chair for him has no need, and the bibs work good enough for his beloved pasta sauces."

"Yeah, he is very good at sitting, but I think that's to do with his metabolism."

"DAD. PAPA."

"Steve. Come here Pal. Put the pout away, and stop terrorising your older brother, no don't start having a tantrum. Don't stomp your foot at me Sir. Do we need to have a nap, or are you going to come and sit calmly by me for a bit, huh?"

"Can we try something that Pete liked when he was a baby. Just trust me okay, come here you, good boy being dry. Right let take these pants off, and your shirt. Okay, okay, you do it, I'll watch."

"Pete, come help your Uncle Sammy with some drinks, I might even give you a cookie."

"And you, shirt off, no like the whole way off, just trust me and take your shirt off, stop complaining it ain't even cold, as if JARVIS would ever let us freeze, especially with this one's PTSD. Right Good Boy, thank you for taking your shirt off, no leave the diapey alone, I've only just changed you. Now up we go, I'm going to help Uncle Sammy and Petey with some snacks so you boys can have a cuddle here."

"Babes what? Tone, Tones? What's your silly Dada doing huh, why's my Cub nakey?"

It didn't take long for Bucky to catch on to what was happening. It was fairly obvious when Steve seemed to melt on his bare chest as he patted his bum. Maybe they should have embraced his regression significantly more, earlier, but then they were thrown into this situation rather suddenly and had no prior experience to go with. The only experience Bucky had with toddlers was his younger sisters, but even then, he was way too young to fully understand the responsibility needed to look after them.