(Chapter is set in September: because why not make life easier and have it set in the current rl month)
"What the fuck?" Bucky stopped short as the elevator doors opened and himself, Steve, Howard, and Tony stepped out.
"Language! Cap! He said a bad word!" Tony yelled through the apartment.
"I'm never going to live that down." Steve's exhausted voice came from the kitchen. "What the hell?"
"Capsicles! That was a bad word! You're gonna teach my niece bad things!" Tony scolded. "Speaking of. Where is my favorite Little Niece?"
"Incoming." Bucky automatically stepped to the side as the sound of wheels on hardwood flooring was heard.
Tony didn't move in time and was hit in the upper thigh and in the shin by hard plastic. He yelped, clutching his leg and moaned in pain.
"Unc Nee!" Kayla squealed, bouncing up and down in the walker.
"Hey, Princess." Tony croaked out, rubbing his leg before lifting her free. "Where are your pants, huh?"
"She didn't want to wear them." Bucky shrugged, ignoring the look his husband gave him. "Let's... Sit down and Tony can explain."
"Rude." Tony stuck his tongue out, settling Kayla on his hip and walking into the living room.
"You found her." Past Steve breathed, staring at the Little who waved curiously at him.
"Bucky found her." Steve corrected gently and settled into the loveseat with his Bucky. "In about January."
"Unc Nee." Kayla whispered, tugging on his beard.
"No, no. Ow." Tony corrected her carefully, removing her hands from his facial hair.
"She loves her Uncle Tony if you can't tell. Always gets excited to see him. Sometimes more than us." Bucky sighed dramatically.
"What can I say? Everyone loves me." Tony smirked.
"No." The Little frowned, squirming from Tony's lap and made her way to her favorite soft rug.
"Ouch. Rejected by the Little." Past Bucky choked while laughing, clutching his sides.
"So, you're my son." Howard stared at Tony curiously.
"Unfortunately. Your best creation as you put it. Guess that means I beat ole Cap here." Tony drawled, examining his Stark Watch. "Always thought you had the hots for Stevie Boy though. Sure talked about him enough."
"Ew." The brunette girl whispered, wrinkling her nose. She was between headspaces right now but close to dropping again.
"Yeah, that is kind of gross." Daddy Steve looked highly uncomfortable, twisting his wedding ring around. "Anyone want something to drink?"
"Me but nothing you keep here. So I'll just go find my husband to harass." Tony stood up.
"No." The Little scowled at Tony, holding out her favorite toy. "Unc Nee."
"Oh now you like me, you little monster." Tony grinned, kneeling next to her and examining the Iron Man action Figure. "I should get you one of Iron Patriot too. So Uncle Rhodey isn't left out."
"Unc Dey?" Kayla peered around, looking for the nice guy she had met a few times when he came to visit Tony.
"He's not here, Princess. But he should show up around Thanksgiving." Tony explained, kissing her forehead. "C'mon, Howard. I'll show you my workshop." He dragged his father into the elevator.
"I'm gonna get a bottle of juice for her." Steve rushed to the kitchen.
"This is so fuckin bizarre." Past Bucky swore.
"Hey, watch your mouth. My Little's in here." Bucky scolded as his Little pushed herself to her feet and wobbled her way over to him. "Hey, Baby Doll."
"Ma." She mumbled in discontent, clambering into his lap and curling up.
"Ma." Past Steve wheezed with laughter.
"Shut it, Punk." Past Bucky scolded, punching Past Steve in the arm.
"No!" The Little's eyes narrowed at Past Bucky, giving the absolute stink eye with a look reminiscent of Bucky's when he scolds Steve for doing stupid stuff.
"She told you." Bucky smirked at his past self, attempting not to break down into tears of amusement. "I rock at being Mama. Even got a shirt and mug that says so."
"I have a mug that says best Daddy." Steve returned, setting bottles of root beer on the coffee table while holding a bottle of juice. "Father's day is a thing. And mother's day."
"We got to celebrate them. And this year, we get to celebrate the other holidays we missed with her." Bucky shifted the Little, taking the bottle from Steve and attempting to poke it in Kayla's mouth. "I know you like this juice, kid. You only rave about it when Big. Freakin Pineapple Apple Orange juice."
"What even?" Past Bucky raised an eyebrow, watching Past Steve cautiously sipping the soda. "What happened to just Orange juice or apple juice?"
"You wouldn't believe how many options of EVERYTHING there is nowadays." Steve smiled, brushing his fingers through his Little's hair. "It's almost dizzying to see the choices."
"Really, you monster? You want that now?" Bucky's amused tone summoned their attention onto him and the Little. The girl had her head under Bucky's shirt, covered almost completely even as she nursed on his nipple. "Couldn't drink the juice YOU wanted, no. Had to have milk even though it's not milk time."
"Coping mechanism? I mean, seeing other people who look almost identical probably threw her off." Steve focused on his husband.
"I ain't a producer though." Past Bucky looked confused.
"There are medications for it. Steve's a producer." Bucky looked at his amazing husband and smiled. "Easier to have both of us producing either way."
"Especially when we have to go on missions. She hates formula and frankly, I don't blame her. It smells nasty." Steve leaned his head on Bucky's shoulder and guided the Little's legs to stretch across his lap. "Honestly, I wouldn't change anything. Even if it took a long time to find her."
"The dreams helped? Because they don't make sense to me." Past Steve was puzzled.
"Yeah. You need a modern frame of reference to understand them now. That's why they didn't make sense." Steve explained to his past self while Past Bucky listened. Their conversation was interrupted by the Avengers alarm going off.
(Splitting this into two chapters.)
