The New Avenger

Together

"Dad!" June yelled as she flung her car door open. She ran up the driveway and into Steve's arms, "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too," Steve mumbled into June's head.

Natasha looked at June, to Steve, to the door, and saw that she was trapped outside.

"Sorry to break up such a touching moment, but it's cold and I'd like to get inside."

"Oh yeah, sorry Nat. Come on June let's get inside," Steve placed a hand on June's back and led her inside.

Natasha closed the door behind them with a smile.

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June

"Hey Dad, what happened on your mission?"

Steve looked down at the table and sighed, "Why don't we wait till Bucky gets home to talk about this."

"Ok," I looked towards the front door wanting Bucky to walk through.

"So, how has your week been?"

I grimaced. I was going to have to talk about a subject I didn't even what to think about.

"I uh, a-attacked Peter on Tuesday, Wednesday morning I attacked Bucky, and the rest of the week I've been answering questions with Bruce and he's been doing tests and stuff. So my week's been uh, great."

Steve's eyes widened, "Oh."

"Yeah, but how's your week been?"

"I was in the hospital wing Monday and Tuesday, I was out of the wing Wednesday, we had a conversation about what to do with you, the rest of the week I've been home. Well and at the tower to see Bucky... how was your Monday? You didn't tell me about it."

Monday. Almost forgot that day existed.

"Well I came to the tower to see where you guys were, I met an old friend, Tony gave me a room at the tower- said I could go shopping with friends for stuff, and Peter and me had a movie night," I looked up at Steve.

"Who's the old friend?"

Oh good he didn't ask about the movie night.

"Max Barton. He's Clints adopted nephew. We were in a foster home together. My first foster home."

"Bucky and me had to foster a kid for six months. A seven year old boy," Steve smiled.

"Its like we're invisible," Natasha leaned over the back of the couch.

"Yeah. They can't even see us," Sam got up and waved a hand in front of Steve's face.

I giggled, "Dad do you see anything?"

"Nope. Nothing at all," Steve said smiling.

"Oh come on!" Sam dramatically leaned over the table.

"Nothing at all," I said smiling down at Sam.

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"Hey Dad?"

"Mmh?" Steve looked away from the movie he was watching.

"When is Bucky coming home?"

Steve looked towards the front door, "He's supposed to be home at 4:30."

I looked at the clock. 4:00. Thirty more minutes till we get to see Bucky.

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"Honey! I'm home!" Bucky yelled as he shut the front door.

I ran out of my room, "Dad!"

I jumped into his...arm? I looked down and saw he was only holding me with one arm. I looked over to his left arm and saw nothing. No arm. Just a shoulder.

"Dad, where's your arm?"

"It got damaged on the mission, so Tony's building me a new one," he placed me down on the floor.

"But you had your arm Tuesday."

"Nope. Didn't have it. They had to remove it immediately, but I've gone with out an arm before. It's not that hard," Bucky gave me a reassuring look.

"Ok. What about Peter? Is he ok? I know I attacked him, but I don't know what I did."

"He's fine. He heals fast too, and you didn't do as much damage to him as you did to me," my eyes widened, "Not that it was a lot."

After Bucky saw that I had calmed down he asked Steve if he wanted to go out to eat.

Steve looked up from the book he was reading, "Right now?"

"Yeah. Why not?" Bucky smiled.

"I'll go grab my keys then."

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"Wait, wait, wait Dad used to be as tall as me and had asthma?"

"Yeah, and he picked a fight with just about everyone," Bucky said in between laughs.

Steve's face was bright red.

"You were just like Josh Dad!" I managed to get out in between giggles.

"Wh-who's Josh?" Bucky asked, his laughter dying down.

My giggles stopped abruptly, "H-he was from my third foster home. He didn't like bullies. He would try to stop them, but it eventually was too much and he uh, he-" my eyes started to fill with tears.

"I get it kid," Bucky interrupted, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

I shook my head, "So Dad, you were a scrawny asthmatic kid who picked fights?"

Steve shook his head, the blush returning to his face, "I didn't pick the fights, the bully I was trying to get to stop picked the fight."

"Oh, so you were the victim," I said with a smug grin.

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.

Bucky gasped, "You've rendered him speechless. That only happens when I-"

"Bucky," Steve gave him a stern look.

"What? It's not like I was actually going to say it," he gave Steve a smirk.  

I looked between Steve and Bucky. They genuinely looked like they were in love. The way they looked at each other, the way they smiled at each other, just everything they do shows they love each other. I wish I could have something like that.

You could have that with Peter.

Shut up brain. I don't need this right now.

"Is that Spiderman?" Someone in the restaurant yelled.

I can't catch a break can I?

I stood up and pushed my chair in. 

"June where are you going?" Steve asked.

"I have to talk to Peter," Steve raised his eyebrow, "He's outside. Did you not hear the person yelling about Spiderman?"

"Oh. Guess I didn't. Just don't get hurt," Steve put his arm around Bucky's shoulder.

"I won't!"

There are a lot of time skips in this chapter! They are brought to you by my youtube playlist and food (gotta have food).

Bye!