Sebastian Stan imagines!

Memory.

"I've seen him before." You murmured to your brother, Clint. "Bucky? On the news maybe."

"No. I know him." You started to walk backwards to keep eye contact with him. Where had you seen him?

"Insanely quick almost three year old straight ahead." You smiled, catching your little one. "Austin! How was daycare, baby?"

His smile quickly dropped, and his lip quivered. "Bad. She hit me!" You frowned. "Who hit you Austin?"

"Arwa. (Arla.)"

"The dog hit you, Austin?" Clint fought the urge to giggle. "Yes." He pouted, crossing his arms. "I'm pretty sure she didn't mean it."

"Austin!" Your sons head perked up, and he smiled and you set him down so he could run up to Steve. The dark haired boy adored Steve, he thought of him as his father since he had never met his, and actually neither have you.

No, you weren't raped. You had just been kidnapped and lost your memory on the way home. You were better now. For sure.

"He looks more and more like you everyday." Steve smiled, rubbing Austins back. "Who's the new guy?" You asked, watching Austin crawl up to Steve's shoulders.

"Yeah, that's Bucky. He's an old friend of mine. He just got back from a mission."

"He looks really familiar," You started, walking back to the conference room. "He said the same thing about you. What's that all about?"

"Steeve! Airplane, Airplane!" Steve smiled and lifted Austin above his head, running down the hall. "Don't hurt my child!"

"I haven't before I won't now!"

"God."

An hour later once you and Clint had finally sat down and talked with Fury, Steve came and brought you to the infirmary.

"What happened?"

"I-I told him not to play by the stairs while I got water, and h-he didn't listen and he sorta fell down the stairs."

"Steven Grant Rogers, I swear."

"I'm sorry," You were quiet walking in, seeing as Austin was asleep in Bucky's arms. Which was really odd. One: Austin had already had a nap. Two: He never fell asleep with anyone but you.

"How'd you do that?" You murmured, sitting in front of him. "He was crying, and he had to get stitches. And after that I picked him up and cried for a little then fell asleep."

"He doesn't even fall asleep with Steve, you meet him once and immediately he's out? There had to be something."

"Does he have powers yet?"

"Yeah. He's strong and fast. Like he's three and he can lift his own bed." Bucky smiled.

"What's his dad like?"

"Never met him. Got my memory wiped on the way home."

"By who?"

"No idea. But that's all they wanted. That moment gone and that's what they got. It sucks not being able to remember the father of my child." Bucky nodded, watching carefully as Austin shifted towards him.

"How old is he?"

"He's two. Turning three next month." He looked up for a moment. It couldn't be you. He thought. He couldn't be the father of this child.

"What're you thinking?"

"Nothing important." He studied Austin. He had his nose. And his eyes most certainly. "He looks like you." Bucky commented, brushing his hair back.

"He looks like you." You whispered, seeing every memory from that night three years ago. "You're him."

Bucky looked from you to Austin. "What?"

"I can't remember where we were. But you had longer hair, and we went back yours. Which wasn't much at that time, things happened, and I was on my way back to the hotel because we were looking for- oh my god." You laughed. "We were looking for you. And I found you but I was way too shit faced too say anything but 'you're hot'."

Bucky laughed, his grip on Austin tightening. "Nice going agent." He sighed, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Wow, I am hopeless." You sat back, holding your stomach. "So..what do we do now? Just-"

"I wanna be in his life." Bucky stated quickly. "I mean-if you want. I don't have to live with you or anything.."

"Whatever you're comfortable with, but I want you in his life too."

He smiled. "If I'm in his life, does that mean I get to be in yours too?"

You blushed gently. "Yeah. I guess so."