The Bucky Barnes Collection:

Short Story: No More Ghosties (Bucky)

The night was still. Not a sound was heard. The crickets chirped in the grass in front of the white house as they always did during the warm summer months. A few fireflies flickered among the flower bushes in the gardens that decorated the home. The warm breeze made the grass dance slowly and somewhere a coyote howled it lonely call. If you look at just the right angle you could see the jolly man in the moon smiling down upon the world, watching over the people he cared for.

Bucky rolled over and double tapped the screen on his phone. 1am. He sighed and stretched. The woman beside him curled into his side with her arm across his torso. Bucky kissed her head and smiled. He wasn't in germany. He was home, in bed, with the love of his life beside him. Bucky looked over as the moonlight disappeared from the room. Out the large window he could see dark clouds rolling across the sky. Sure enough the familiar drum of the downpour filled the house. A dark feeling came over Bucky. Something was wrong. He slid out from under his wife's arm and pulled on the t-shirt and jeans he had tossed on the floor the night previous. He quietly walked out of the bedroom. At the end of the hall was another door. The purple letters against the white door stated exactly who inhabited the room. Bucky pushed the door open. The bed that should have been in use was empty. Bucky walked into the room. That's when he saw it. The little play house. The tiny door was closed as were the window. He chuckled and knelt in front of it. 

"Knock knock," He tapped on the plastic door.

It opened just a crack, "Who's there?"

"It's daddy," He said with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

The door opened further, "Daddy?"

"Yeah baby. It's just me!"

"Sh! He'll hear you!" She shushed him.

"Who babe?" He looked around.

"The ghost! He's behind the door!" She sobbed.

Bucky pulled his pocket knife out of his pants pocket, "You hold onto this alright? I'm going to go fight the ghost." He stood and walked over to what he knew the ghost was. Bucky grabbed the white towel hanging on the back of the door, balled it up, and punched it with an exclamation of victory. Then he snapped the towel and tossed it on the ground.

"Daddy, you killed it!" The little girl stepped out of her playhouse.

Bucky dusted off his hands, "All good. No more ghosties."

By this time Y/n had heard the racket and rushed to her childs room.

"Bucky?" She asked as she walked in.

He tossed the towel in the laundry hamper, "Just taking care of some Ghostbuster business."

"Mommy! He killed the ghost!" The little girl said and ran into her mothers arms.

"Bucky you did not commit a murder in front of our baby?" She laughed.

Bucky knelt down in front of her, "Just a good old uppercut and the neck snap. Nothing major."

His wife playfully slapped him. He laughed. The little girl yawned and rested her head on her moms chest.

"Want to come sleep with us?" Y/n asked. Her daughter nodded. The family cuddled into the bed in the larger room.

"No more ghost?" the girl asked.

"No more ghost," Bucky said and tucked her in between his wife and him. "Daddy showed him who's boss."

"Alright ghostbuster," His wife yawned. "Time for sleep."

Bucky slid over and pulled the blankets over his family, "I love you two."

"Love you too daddy!" His daughter kissed his nose.

"Love you more pumpkin."

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Very short but I thought it was cute.

-E <3