"Múmie!"
Bucky woke up, confused. The voice that had awoken him was quiet, laced with fear.
"Múmie? Otecko?" Bucky recognized both those words, but it took a moment for him to connect them to anything.
Immediately, he lifted his head to Pietro's face twitching as he whimpered quietly, calling out for his parents.
"Múmie? Otecko? Mommy?! Daddy?!" His voice was getting louder, more frantic. "Wanda!" His voice quieted. "Nedotýkajte sa jej!*"
Buck had no idea what the last words meant. But he didn't focus on that, instead immediately going to his son, gently rubbing his shoulder until he quieted and his eyes opened.
"Otecko?"
Bucky wasn't sure how to answer. Then he decided. "Yes?"
"Hold me?"
"Of course." He slipped into the bed, wrapping his arms around the hardly awake boy.
Pietro nuzzled his face in his chest. "Where Wanda?"
"She's sleeping." He didn't tell him she wasn't there.
"Oh. Don't get her then." He went silent, and soon was snoring. Bucky smiled at him. He got up after a little while and went back to the couch for the sake of Pietro's dignity.
When Pietro woke up the next morning, he sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"'Sup, squirt?" Bucky asked.
"Huh?"
"Whatcha doing?"
"Huh?"
"What are you doing?" Bucky couldn't figure out of the 'huh's were from his wording or just that Pietro was exhausted.
"Waking up. Duh."
"Well, start packing up, you're going home today. Or, to the hotel at least."
"Cool! Wait, what time is it?"
"Like 9:15."
"You let me sleep in?"
"If it helps, Wanda's still asleep."
There was a knock on the door and then it opened. "Hi," The tall, dark haired man greeted. Bucky recognized him as the twins' caseworker. He didn't recognize the little blonde girl standing with him. "Someone wanted to visit Pietro."
Pietro grinned. "Ahoj! Rád ťa vidím, Darina!"
The little girl- whom Bucky assumed was Darina- grinned. "Pietro! Chýbal si mi!"
Bucky was vastly confused.
"A čo tak hovoriť po anglicky?" Pietro grinned.
"Ok!" The little girl agreed, her curls bouncing as she nodded.
Pietro turned to Bucky. "This is Darina. Wanda and I used to babysit her a lot at the orphanage. Littler kids had to be accompanied by older kids whenever they left the premises, and Wandie and I were assigned to her."
"Ah," Bucky nodded, finally understanding.
"Do you feel better, 'Tro?" Darina asked adorably. Her bright green eyes were big, and innocent.
"I do, actually. Thanks for asking. You caught me right in time, we're about to leave."
"Will I get to see you again?" The little girl bit her lip.
"Of course! You can swing by the hotel to say goodbye before we leave."
"Yay!" She looked at Bucky. "So this is your new daddy?"
"Yeah."
"Wandie said you have two now."
"We do. Steve's with Wanda."
"Oh, that's cool. So, you're going to live in New York?"
"Yep."
"That'll be fun!"
"Yeah, it will."
"Can I write you guys?"
"Whenever you want! I'm sure Bucky can give you the address."
"Ok!" Darina giggled and whispered something in his ear.
Pietro snickered and shook his head, whispering something back.
"Should I know what you two are planning?" The case worker interrupted.
"Nah, it's not a big deal." Pietro said.
Bucky was grateful for the switch back to English. "I don't need any more excitement than I've had in the last week, do you hear? I'm an old man. I can't take all this adrenaline anymore!"
Pietro laughed. "Have I been added to your will yet?"
"Not so fast kid!"
"Bring fast is kinda my thing, y'know?"
Bucky groaned. "I'd rather not think about the destruction I'm about to bring upon my home, thank you."
"How do you Americans say, 'suit yourself?' Now, Darina, you're going to be a good girl in school today, right?"
"Right! Bye, 'Tro." Her eyes shifted towards the floor.
"Hey, I won't let you forget mate so easily, Kid! You get on to school so you can read all the letters Wanda and I are going to write you, ok?"
"Ok!"
Darina and the case worker left, and Bucky dreaded whatever Pietro had been planning with the little pipsqueak.
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*Don't touch her
*Hi! Nice to see you, Darina!
*I've missed you
* How about speaking English?/////
Is this short? Oh, yeah, but I literally just added ten sentences to a draft that's been sitting for 3 and a half years, so be grateful! :D
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Our New Family (Stucky)
FanfictionWhen Steve and Bucky adopt the fifteen year old Maximoff twins, they're not entirely sure what to expect. But when Pietro dies three weeks before the twins are set to move in, a few questions are raised, with no answers. When Wanda arrives, they fi...