S. Stan and B. Barnes Imagines

A Child's Love (Bucky Barnes)

Ok! This was a request by en1658 ! I hope you love it!

Also! Requests are always open. I'd be happy to write them, and I promise I don't bite lolz. ANYWAY! On with the imagine. Shall we?

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You, your husband Bucky, your son Grant, who is 18 years old, and the Avengers team were all sitting in the living room of the compound watching a movie. Grant was sitting on the floor in front of you and you played with his hair gently. Bucky was next to you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

None of you were expecting a mission for a while. But, that was crushed the minute the movie stopped and Nick Fury appeared on the screen.

"Oh come on." Tony groaned and flipped over so his head was in Steve's lap.

"You have a mission for us, Fury?" Steve chuckles lightly at Tony and runs a hand through his hair a little bit.

"As a matter of fact I do, Cap." Nick nods slightly.

You perk up a little at this. So does everyone else. Nick explained the mission to everyone and Grant was present during the whole thing. Grant was intrigued and he wanted to go. He has never been on a mission before and he was ready to go with you, his father, and the rest of the team.

"I expect you to be in the air in 48 hours." Nick stated before his face disappeared and the movie carried on.

"Can I go with you guys?" Grant suddenly spoke up and you froze. The movie paused on your command since you were a telekenetic and you could control the elements. Everyone turned to you and Grant.

The room filled with silence. You stared straight ahead, trying to comprehend what your son just said.

"What?" You whispered and looked down at him. He was now facing you, still sat on the floor. His striking blue eyes, like his father's, we're staring into your (E/C) orbs.

"I said. Can I go with you guys?" Grant repeated, his face 100% serious.

"No. No. No, absolutely not." You answered and shook your head.

Grant looked to his dad for help.

"Don't ask me. Your mother said no." Bucky put his hands up. Bucky wasn't afraid of anything, except one thing, you when you had your mind set on something or when you were mad. So, he wasn't going to argue with you.

"Oh come on. Please? I'm 18 years old. I'm old enough to help you guys now. Please?" Grant begged and looked to everyone else for help.

"I said no. And that is final." You stated and stood up. You left the room, leaving a small breeze to swirl around the room.

"Dad. Please?" Grant asked his father.

"Your mother said no. And that means I'll say no too. Sorry Bud, but we don't think your ready yet. Ok?" Bucky gave his son an apologetic smile.

Grant groaned and got up, stomping to his bedroom.

Yeah, Grant had powers and he was strong. But you weren't ready for him to go out into the field yet. You were afraid. Afraid of losing him.

You were in the training room, beating the shit out of a punching bag. You didn't hear Bucky and Steve come in. You punched the bag and stooped, resting your forehead on it.

"(Y/N)? Hun? You alright?" Bucky asked softly.

"Yeah. I just don't want him to get hurt." You mumbled.

"I know. And I don't want that to happen either. Come here." Bucky gently pulled you from the punching bag and pulled you into his chest.

"Steve?" Bucky looked to his best friend.