Marvel Imangines

Summer and Winter: Father and Daughter

Summer's POV

I've been at this base for around a month now. I can hear Winter or, Bucky, as he is called here, and Wanda and Dr. Strange talking in front of my door. Rushed whispering. I liked Dr. Strange, he wasn't like the other doctors I knew. He didn't poke me with needles or handled me roughly. Was it about me? Finally, Wi-Bucky and the rest all barged into my room. Bucky looked scared. Wanda looked sympathetic. Dr. Strange looked worried. "Choto proiskhodit? YA chto-to sdelal?" I asked, trying hard not to show my worry. Bucky shakes his head. (What's happening? Is something wrong?)

"No, nothing's exactly wrong. You didn't do anything bad. We are just here to tell you something very important." He answered, sitting next to me on my bed. Wanda sat on the other side of me, playing with my hair. Throughout the month, I have grown really close to Wanda. 

"Yes?" I ask, edging them on to continue. Bucky takes a deep breath. 

"You know what a father or dad is, right? A man who takes care of a child for the rest of their life." Bucky says. I nod in understanding. When I would be on past missions, I would spot little humans running, crying into a man's chest. The man would wrap his arms around the little things in comfort and not violence. The little human would cry out 'dad', 'daddy', 'father', or even 'papa'. "Well, I'm...your...father." Hr say slowly, struggling to get it out. 

It took me a second to process what he said. 

But then, I finally realized it. 

He was my father. I had a parent! I wasn't alone! Now that I think about it, Bucky has always been my father in a figurative way. My father figure. I gulped. Was he going to love and care for me? I searched into his steel eyes. What was his opinion about this? Was he angry or sad? I found sadness, but only to hide the happiness. Why? "Please say something. How do you feel about it?" He asked. 

"Her emotions are extremely mixed. Happiness, worry, anxiety." I heard Wanda say from behind me. She was looking in my mind. All I knew, I had so many questions. 

"I-I don't know what to do." I said, tear brimming my eyes from all the emotions. That's when Bucky leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. It was oddly comforting. I returned the favor and buried my head in his chest to hide the tears. A strong soldier never showed emotions. 

"I understand if you're confused about what we are now, or mad that you're just finding out, or hell, even sad that it's me." Bucky said, squeezing tighter. 

"I've always wanted one." I answer, giving a light sniffle. I felt a new hand rub my back, one that is smaller than my new father's. 

"Well, you're stuck with me." 

"Dad" 

I looked around but couldn't fin him anywhere. Was he taken? I aim my gun in front of me. "Bucky?" I call in a loud whisper. Silence. "Guys, has anyone seen Bucky?" I ask. 

"Sorry, kid, I haven't. We'll keep looking I promise." Peter Quill said. I was starting to get worried. I turned a corner into another dark hallway. I scanned the room. That's when, I see it. Him. Chained up to the wall. Without thinking, I call out to him. 

"Dad!" 

Bucky was startled and I was shocked. Everyone over coms was silent. I never called him Dad before. He never asked to be called that so I just stuck with Bucky. Even though it did feel a bit weird. It kinda just slipped out. I gulp and awkwardly untie him in thick silence. 

"Did she just-"

"Shut it Tony." 

As soon as I got Bucky fully untied, he wrapped me in a tight, protective hug that was full of love. I hug him back as much as I can. He kisses the top of my head.