Peters Little Sister

Part 50!

~Bucky's pov~

Steve walked past us into the compound.

I made sure to hold Yn's head on my shoulder, and turn my body, so she couldn't see.
She tries to look, but I keep her head in place, gently.

I know when she's in headspace she freaks out at the sight of blood, but I don't know why.
I chopped it up to the fact that little kids don't like seeing blood. They all freak out in some way or another.

I turn to Clint and let Yn's head go as soon as the door shut.
Clint:Wanna take her somewhere?
Bucky:Sure.
Yn:Peta.
Clint:He's with Tony and Steve. He's fine.

Normally she'd be crying, but I think she wasn't right now, because she's with me.

Bucky:Where do you want to go?
She thought for a moment before saying,
Yn:Mc'anald's den park (McDonald's)
Clint:Perfect!
Bucky:Ok, let's go!
Yn:Yay!
She says, with an innocently cute smile.

I carry her inside and set her on the floor, then help her with her shoes.
Bucky:Ready?
She gives me a little thumbs up.
Bucky:Ok, come on then.
I tell her, as I pick her up.

I walked outside, to see Barton already had the car ready.
I opened the back door.
Clint:There's no car seat. But, Nat ordered one, it should be here tomorrow.
Bucky:Ok.

I put Yn in the back seat, then climbed in and buckled her, in then myself, after I shut the door.
She kept on putting the seatbelt off her shoulder, or putting it under her arm, and even putting it behind her back.
I kept on having to fix it, and even had to hold her hands together in front of her so she would stop, 'cause she had unbuckled it while we were on the highway.

Good thing I sat back here with her.

Eventually we made it to McDonald's, and I told Clint to just do drive through.

Bucky:We can just eat in here, she's not going to listen.
Clint:Are you trying to get me-
Bucky:Don't finish that sentence.
I cut him off knowing Yn would freak.

Bucky:Tony won't know, as long as we don't tell him.

Clint:And if she makes a mess?
Bucky:Then we'll clean it up like grown men.

(This man gets it!👏)

Clint:Ok.
Clint:I guess I'll just have to plan your funeral.
He said under his breath, but I still heard him.

Clint:What do you want?
He said in a slightly higher pitched voice, and a different tone, indicating he was talking to Yn.
Yn:Happy meal.
Clint:Burger or nuggets?
Yn:'Urger.

Clint:And you?
He said, in his normal tone and pitch of voice.
Bucky:Fries, please.
Clint:Alrighty!
He pulled up to the speaker and started ordering.

Clint:Can I get a Happy meal burger, a fries, and...a Big Mac meal with water to drink.
Speaker:Would you like a toy or book with the happy meal?
Yn:Toy!
Clint:A toy, please.
Speaker:Would you like a drink with the fries?
Clint turns to me.
Bucky:Water?
He turns back to the speaker.
Clint:Just a water, please.

Speaker:What drink would you like with the happy meal?
Yn:Chocowate miwk.
Clint:Chocolate milk, please and thank you.
Speaker:Is that everything for you today?
Clint:Yes.
Speaker:Ok $22.50(CAD) at the first window (€15-£12.49-US$16.30)
Clint:Thank you.
He says as he starts to pull up to the first window.

(See, that's how you talk to people; Clint has the right idea)

He pays, them pulls up to the second window, and gets our food.
Bucky:I forgot her bottle.
Clint:Shoot, umm...
Clint:Do you think the gas station will have them?
Bucky:I don't know, I don't look for that stuff when I go there.