Little Supersoldiers

Everything's okay, Stevie

"Stevie, come on. I wanna build a tower with you." Bucky whined and tried to drag his best friend and brother into the playroom. Steve sat still in bed. It was half past nine and he was still tired. The blonde rubbed is eyes and yawned. His eyes were puffy and red from crying. Y/N entered the bedroom and took one looked at Steve to know that something was wrong. Half a year prior, she would have found it odd to see her best friends as two children in a bedroom, designed for toddlers, but after several droppings from adult to child and back, she found that she loved the two kids as much as she loved their six feet tall self's. She crouches down in front of Steve after Bucky had given up on dragging him out of bed to play. He looks helplessly at her, begging her with his eyes to help him to convince Steve that playing would do the trick for him to feel better after this horrible night. Steve had complained about a bad headache, which caused lots of bad dreams for the poor boy. After the third dream he was so terrified to go back to sleep, he cried all night, until he fell asleep at five in the morning due to being exhausted. Bucky had, thankfully, slept through all of that. He barely stirred after Steve woke from the nightmares, and only as Steve started crying, he woke up and immediately tried to comfort him, but fell asleep short after while still holding his brother in his lap. "Hey Steve. What's wrong?"

"Head hurts." Steve's voice is barely a whisper. He rubs his eyes again and a few tears stream out of the corner of his eyes. He looks frustrated, which Y/N could understand. After such a night it was near impossible not to be. Immediately Bucky is at his side and lays a protective arm around his shoulders. "'Gonna be okay, Stevie." He places a small kiss on Steve's forehead like Y/N does to them both when they're in pain. Y/N swallows a cooing noise at the gesture and instead wraps her arms around both boys. Steve's fist grabs firmly at her button down shirt, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck. "Mommy...hurts." It's a whisper, just for her ear. "I know sweetie. I'll look for some medicine."

Since everybody figured out that Steve and Bucky would drop to cope with their stress and PTSD – especially after a hard mission - she was chosen to be their Mom, and she didn't mind at all. The kids never remembered what they did as adults, but they did remember everything they did as children when they get back to their normal adult beings. They know that sometimes their 'brother' would be away when he's a grown up and miss him badly, but they know it will only last for a few days, weeks at tops, and they have him back again. Sometimes they even get both back to their grown up form at the same time. Then it's on Y/N to miss the two children to mother-hen all the time.

"You want to change out of your Pajama? Bucky's already dressed." Steve just shakes his head no and tightens his grip on her. "But we need to change the diaper."

"No... Cuddle, Mommy." She sighs and lifts him up in her arms as she stands up. Then she grabs Bucky's hand and goes with them into the playroom Tony furnished for them both. Bucky immediately goes for some cars and his blocks to build some things and makes car noises, while driving them through his buildings. Y/N walks with Steve to the small table, where Steve uses to draw most of the time. She sits down and tries to turn him in her lap, so he can face the table, but he starts to struggle, afraid to let go of her. "No..."

"Hey, shh. You don't want to draw a picture for Aunt Nat or Uncle Clint?"

"No." Steve whines and starts crying once again. "Mommy. Make it stop."

"Okay. It's okay." Y/N rocks him in her arm. Out of the corner of her eyes she can see Bucky, who slowly walks over to them. He looks sad and worried about his brother who cries so much. He wraps his little arms around Steve and lays his forehead on his back. "Stevie's sick?" Bucky asks. Steve was sick last week with a bad case of the flu and it was terrible for both of them. For Steve, because his fever was really bad, and he had to stay at Bruce's lab to get better, and for Bucky to see his friend so small and fragile. He nearly had jumped like a bouncy ball when Steve felt better, and he could play with him again. He missed him terrible when he was sick and bedridden. Also, Bucky knows when something is wrong with Steve. Y/N leans a little away from Steve, which makes him whine at the loss of contact. She shushes him gently and feels his forehead. He really feels a little hot. "Oh, Steve. I'm Sorry. You got a fever again." Steve whines once more. "Bucky..." Steve tries to grab Bucky with one hand. The brown-haired boy walks around him, so Steve can see him and starts patting his hair. "Mommy? Stevie needs Uncle Bruce again?" Bucky's gaze meets hers; worry clear in his little blue eyes. Y/N smiles at him and strokes his cheek. "No. We manage for a bit, don't we? You help me?" Bucky's eyes lit up and he nods. "Mission: Baby Brother?"