The Little was sobbing again, sitting in front of the elevator and flailing every time Phil and Bruce tried to move her. She wanted Daddy and Mama.
"I'll call and see how soon." Phil murmured to Bruce and went into the kitchen, dialing Nick Fury and getting told twenty minutes. "Twenty minutes and they'll be back."
"Oh good. Let's hope she doesn't knock herself out somehow because she's holding her breath, I think." Bruce said mildly, noting that the ear piercing wails had ceased and silence reigned. "Yep. She is."
Her face was red, chest not moving in a telltale sign of breathing and her hands were clenched. She wobbled and Bruce caught her as she tipped over, lungs and brain forcing her to breathe as she passed out.
"They're not going to be happy with her for doing that." Phil sighed and the two sat on the floor in front of the elevator for the next twenty minutes until the door opened to reveal Steve and Bucky who looked a little worse for the wear. Phil was struggling to hold onto the Little whom was back to throwing a tantrum.
"What's goin on? Doll, no no." Bucky crouched down, disregarding his dirty self and took her from Phil. "Shh, Sweetheart. Mama's got ya."
"Mama!" The Little stopped struggling, opening her eyes and staring at Bucky who smiled.
"You giving your uncles a difficult time, hm?" Bucky kept her distracted as Steve went to shower and catch up on what had happened. "Let Mama get cleaned up and then lunch for you, babe."
"I got her. You get cleaned up, Buck." Steve took the baby, watching how big her eyes got. "You missed Daddy, Half-Pint?"
"DADA!" Her voice squealed, clumsy fingers scrabbling at his chest as she tried to grip onto him.
"Ouch, Baby. Careful." Steve winced, holding her hands with one of his before sitting and bringing her to his aching chest to nurse. He sighed in relief at the release of pressure, holding her with one arm and stroking her cheek while she nursed. "So what happened?"
"She was okay until she woke up from her nap yesterday. Lots of crying until Phil came and she calmed for a bit, played until dinner. And then she wouldn't go to bed so finally we just laid down with her between us and she fell asleep." Bruce explained. "Also. She really hates baby cereal."
"Darn... She seemed like she would be fine but I guess not." Steve ran gentle fingers through Kayla's hair, watching her nurse and then smiling as Bucky came back in.
"Rough time?" Bucky sat by Steve and Kayla, setting her legs into his lap and rubbing her calves.
"A bit. She's still very sweet." Phil shrugged. "She shared very well with Bruce."
"By that he means put all her toys in my lap and then sat in Phil's lap." Bruce snorted.
"So I'm not the only one she does that to." Bucky was amused, leaning his cheek on Steve's shoulder.
"She hates baby cereal." Steve informed Bucky with a slight pout.
"I don't blame her. That stuff is nasty smelling." Bucky laughed.
"We'll let you three get settled in." Bruce stood up and helped Phil stand before the two left.
"Mm. Go to Mama, Baby. Daddy needs to eat." Steve hummed, passed the Little to Bucky and kissed her forehead when she whined. "Shh. Give Mama love. He missed you too."
"Doll, didn't you miss me?" Bucky fake pouted, getting several kisses from their Little. "Aw thanks."
"Ma." The small girl cuddled into Bucky. Her thumb made it's way into her mouth and she sucked on it, clinging to Mama with her free arm until Bucky gently tugged her hand away from her mouth.
"Yuck, baby." Bucky stood, carrying her with to the nursery and changing her diaper after getting her a pacifier. "There. Much better, huh?"
She didn't respond past a grunt, nuzzling into his chest and closing her eyes. Her caregivers were home and that's all that mattered to her.
"Our good girl, Kayla. Such a good girl." Bucky sat in the rocking chair and moved it with his foot, rocking them. His head rested comfortably against the padded back and his butt was snug on a fluffy cushion. "Missed you so much and so did Daddy even if it was a day and a half."
"Felt so long." Steve spoke from the doorway, smiling at the pair and snapping a photo. "You're getting a bit scruffy, Buck."
"You were too but you just shaved." Bucky shot back, never ceasing rocking the chair. "Feels good to be home, yeah?"
"Yeah." Steve sat on a low bench that had contained stuffed animals that he moved. "Glad to have you with me and our Little."
"You finally got your wish. We have a family." Bucky had a soft grin on his face, happiness radiating from him.
"A family in our small world is perfect." Steve was content, looking at his lover and their baby.
((Soooo. Should I keep it going or end it here? Up to you guys. I'll check back two days from now and see what everyone said)
