Steve watched the Little, sitting on an extravagantly comfortable couch in an apartment about six times the size of his and his ma's old apartment. He leaned down when she scooted across the floor to him, accepting the little toy and adding it to the pile in his lap.
"Thank you for sharing." Steve smiled softly and petted her hair, feeling her press her head into the touch.
"Now, it's time for the little monster to have a snack." Bucky had an apron on, looking very domestic and Steve couldn't help but laugh. "Hush, Punk. Your Ma would tan your hide for being so disrespectful."
"Ooooh. That was a low blow, Buck." Steve sulked, feeling the Little squirming up onto the couch and cuddling with him. "Least she loves me."
"Calm yourself." Bucky came over and stole the Little, carrying her off to the kitchen. "Into the chair you go."
"Nuh uh!" She squirmed, attempting to free herself.
"Yes." Bucky sighed and buckled her in, sliding the tray on after. He put down some strawberries and other fruits, stepping back and sitting at the table with a bowl of soup with another for Steve close by.
"OU!" She whipped a full strawberry at his face, hitting him in his left eye. He yelped, tipping backwards and crashing to the floor. It had only been two days since the 2018 Steve and Bucky had left and all hell was breaking loose.
"Ow, Fuck. My head." Bucky groaned, rubbing his head as Steve rushed in.
"I don't even know what that was." The Little had become Big after Bucky hit the floor. "I am so so sorry, Mama."
"S'all good." Bucky sat up, brushing Steve's hands off.
"I really am sorry." She apologized again, swinging her legs as Bucky stood up. Bucky moved closer and kissed her forehead.
"All good, Doll. S'long as you understand what you did wrong." Bucky smiled at her, seeing the sad expression. "Wanna sit in my lap instead?"
"Please." She lifted her arms for him, opening and closing her hands. It didn't take long for her to start slipping back into Little-Space, especially when he fed her with one hand and ate his soup with the other.
"Good girl." Bucky praised, watching Steve eat his own soup. "Finish your food, Stevie. You need it."
"This is why you're Mama." Steve stuck his tongue out and then finished his bowl of soup. He couldn't stop grinning, eyes taking in the sight of Bucky and their Little. "Don't move."
He jogged off and came back with the sketchbook Tony had given him along with a pencil, sitting down and starting to sketch them. He got the basic outline done when the Little squirmed free and toddled off.
"Do not worry, Steven. I have captured the image for you to use as reference." JARVIS' voice startled both of the two men.
"Thank you." Steve looked up at the ceiling, subconsciously searching for the voice. He made his way to the living room and sat on a fluffy cushion on the floor with his sketchbook on the coffee table.
"Sure, I'll clean up." Bucky muttered, cleaning up the mess from snack and washing the dishes. He went and started looking for the Little, finding her in the master bedroom on the bed. She'd clearly gone back to sleep, curled around Bucky's pillow with Steve's under her head. Bucky smiled and covered her up, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
~A week later~
Steve and Bucky had been sent back to their time by Tony and didn't remember anything that had happened as reality, thinking it was a dream instead. Peter was currently big and keeping an eye on Kayla for him while Tony did a video conference.
"Petey." Kayla was curled in Peter's side while they watched Scooby-Doo.
"Yeah?" Peter looked at his friend, smiling at her.
"Miss Daddy and Mama." She was slightly older than normal, about three.
"I bet. They should be home soon." Peter reassured her, squeezing the Little girl gently. "So until then, you can stay with me and Daddy and momma."
"Sad." She muttered, curling more under the fuzzy blanket and closing her eyes. Peter shifted slightly so they'd both be more comfortable and made sure she was entirely comfy, taking his babysitting duties seriously.
"Don't be sad." Peter felt bad, wanting to make her feel better. He started humming until he had gotten her to sleep before closing his own eyes.
