Wolf Pup (WinterFalcon)

Ch 1 (Old)

Sam and Bucky in this story are sort of a combination of comic and mcu Sam and Bucky. So here is some basic information.
Bucky is 5'9" has brown hair and blue eyes
Sam is 6'2" has black hair and brown eyes

Sam and Bucky didn't hate each other. The two definitely didn't always get along, but when it really came down to it they trusted each other and had each other's backs.

Tonight was not one if there best nights. They'd gotten into an argument earlier, then Steve left for a few hours, and believe me things are usually worse when Steve isn't around. The two were already sour with each other and with no Steve around that lead to more fighting and taunting.

But the fighting and taunting wasn't really the issue, because it had never ended like this before. You see Bucky is a little. Today he'd been fine but this evening he'd been struggling to stay big and the yelling, fighting and taunting was just too much.

Something, neither Sam nor Bucky can remember what, but something just made him snap. Bucky had slid down to the floor and began crying into his knees. Bucky looked up at Sam sobbing. He backed away from Sam, still on the floor. A semi loud whimper escaped his mouth as he moved away from the man.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Shh, it's okay." Sam wrapped his arms around the shaking little. He never meant for this to happen, he didn't hate Bucky, they are friends, even if they fight a lot. "I'm sorry. I can call your caregiver if you want. Would you like me to do that?"

Bucky looked up at him as if he were about to say something, but didn't. He put his head back and down and continued crying. And it hit Sam, the poor thing didn't have a caregiver.

"Shh, Daddy's here now little one." Sam whispered gently rocking the little back and forth.

"D-Daddy?" Bucky whimpered.

"I-I mean I could be your Daddy, if you want me to-" Sam was quickly cut off.

"Daddy!" Bucky wrapped his arms tighter around Sam.

Bucky really wasn't upset with Sam or what he'd said as much, it was more the build up from throughout the week was crashing down. He just needed someone, caregiver or not.

"I've got you honey, Daddy's got you." Sam kissed Bucky's head and lifted the little into his arms, "How about we watch a movie? Does that sound good little one?"

"Mhm." Bucky nodded against Sam's shoulder.

Steve walked in thirty minutes later, "Sorry I was gone longer than I thou-"

Sam silently put his finger up to his mouth and gestured to Bucky asleep on his lap. Bucky let out a small whine but calmed down quickly after.

"Sorry." Steve whispered, "So he told you then? About being a little?"

Sam nodded, "Well, sort of. Hey, if you knew about this, why aren't you his caregiver? I assumed if you knew you wouldn't hesitate about it. I mean it's not that I mind, I love being his daddy, it just surprises me."

"To be honest I never thought to offer, and he never asked." Steve admitted.

"Mm..." Bucky whined as he began to wake up.

"I think it's time for a certain little boy to get in bed." Sam smiled at the barely awake little.

Bucky didn't really comprehend what Sam had said, he just cuddled up to his new daddy with a yawn. Sam picked up Bucky bridal style and carried him back to his bedroom. He set the little down on the bed.

"Where's all your little stuff?" Sam asked.

Bucky rubbed his eyes then pointed under the bed. Sam grabbed the bin under the bed. He opened it and pulled out a red pacifier, a stuffed dog, a thick diaper, and a blue snap crotch onesie. Bucky's face went red when he saw Sam had grabbed one of the diapers and the onesie.

"Here sweetie." Sam slipped the pacifier into Bucky's mouth, the little began to suck on it, "Can you lift your arms up for me?"

Bucky nodded and lifted his arms. Sam pulled Bucky's shirt off then sat down on the ground patting the spot right in front of him. Bucky sat down across from Sam and Sam had him lay down. Sam began to undress Bucky further, leaving the little bright red and honestly almost crying.

Sam, of course, noticed Bucky's small whimpers, "It's okay little one. You don't have to be embarrassed." He cooed to the boy.

The little refused to look at him, still red in the face. Sam slipped the diaper underneath Bucky and secured the tapes around his waist. He changed Bucky as quickly as he could so the little wouldn't be as uncomfortable.

"All done." Sam helped the little up so he could get him in the onesie. Once Bucky was in the onesie Sam picked him back up, "Do you need anything else before you get in bed?"

"Can I have miwk?" Bucky asked quietly.

"Of course." Sam grabbed the bottle from Bucky's box of little items and began to leave the room. Bucky suddenly reached back towards his bed, "What's wrong?" Sam asked softly.

"Mowwy." Bucky whimpered.

"Molly?" Same was completely confused.

"Mhm." Bucky nodded, "Wan Mowwy."

"Is Molly your puppy?" Sam asked softly and Bucky nodded again, "Alright then, let's get Molly." Sam told the little.

Sam brought Bucky back to the bed and grabbed the stuffed dog for the little. Bucky hugged the dog tightly. Sam smiled and headed out of the room. He carried Bucky out to the kitchen and got started on Bucky's bottle.

Bucky seemed content, he simply played with his puppy. Then he glanced up and saw Steve was in the kitchen. He turned bright red and buried his face into Sam's shoulder when Steve saw him. Steve knew about his little space, but he'd never seen Bucky in anything babyish, especially not a diaper. But Steve didn't seem to care.

"Hey Buck." Steve smiled.

"Hi Steve." Bucky mumbled against Sam's shoulder.

"What are you guys doing?" Steve asked.

"Uh, daddy makin' me a baba." Bucky mumbled.

"Why don't we let Daddy used both arms?" Steve opened his arms to Bucky.

Bucky looked back at Sam, "Go ahead." Sam told him.

Bucky reached out for Steve. Steve took Bucky into his arms and carried him to the couch. "You sleepy, bud?"

"Mhm." Bucky nodded.

"Do you like this movie?" Steve asked gesturing to the movie still playing on the screen. Bucky glanced up and nodded, "Then can you help me? I've never watched it, who's that?"

"Dat Mewida. She weally cool. She shoot awwows wike Cwint." Bucky replied.

"Yeah?" Steve smiled.

"Mhm. She da bestest Disney pwincess." Bucky nodded.

"I bet."

"Hey sweetheart." Sam walked into the living room with Bucky's bottle.

"Daddy!" Bucky held his arms out to Sam.

"Come here sweetie." Sam picked up Bucky and sat him on his hip. He handed Bucky his bottle, "Alright now it's bedtime. Can you say goodnight to Steve?"

"G'night Stevie." Bucky yawned.

"Goodnight Bucky." Steve smiled and gave a small wave.

"Do you need anything else before bed?" Sam asked after he set Bucky at the foot of the bed.

"I good." Bucky answered.

Bucky crawled to head of his bed and sat down with his bottle. Sam tucked Bucky in under the covers and kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Sam smiled and gently ran his fingers through his hair.

"Night night Daddy." Bucky yawned.