Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

PANCAKES

A/N: I haven't written Peter's favorite uncle in a long time. It's Bucky time bitches. It's so fluffy, and nonangsty that Cassandra is q u a k i n g.

Peter felt the sunlight poking through the curtains telling him it was time to wake up. He groaned, instead choosing to risk being a few minutes late for a few minutes of well-deserved sleep.

Someone, specifically metal was gently prodding him, with his slightly husky American accent with traces of Russian speaking, "Peter, it's time to wake up. You have school today." Peter huffed slowly sitting up with a yawn, "Fine, I'll get up." Bucky chuckled, "I'll make pancakes."

Peter jumped out of the bed, scrambling to get dressed. Bucky chuckled at the boy's speed. "Easy there Flash." Peter stopped with a toothy grin on his face, "I finally did it! You learned pop references!" Yes!" Bucky chuckled once again as he left to give the teenager some privacy, "Alright, the pancakes will still be there."

Peter grinned at Bucky's playfulness quickly throwing on his skinny jeans (cause we sKiNnY bItChEs) and a plaid button shirt. He hopped on a foot as he pulled on his red and blue socks and stuffed his feet in his shoes. Within ten minutes he was seated at the table waiting for Bucky's famously amazing, mouth-watering, fluffier than floofy pancakes. Bucky gently set down two plates of pancakes that were about a foot high. Bucky spoke, "For the two super metabolized people." Peter laughed as Bucky dumped the entire syrup bottle and used the whole whipped cream can per plate. Bucky bowed, his small bun bouncing, "Bon appetite."

The two wasted no time in digging into the pancakes. Within twenty minutes both plates were scraped and licked clean. Peter leaned back in his seat, still savoring the delicious flavor in his mouth. Bucky smirked, "Don't you have to be somewhere?" Peter nodded, "Oh yeah!" He grabbed his backpack, quickly double-checking that he had everything as he made his way out. Bucky stopped him, holding something, "Peter? Jacket. It's freezing outside." Peter sheepish smiled, "Right. Thanks."

Bucky took note of the snow falling on the ground, "I'll take you. There's no way I'm letting you walk. And don't think of arguing, I grew up with Steve. There's no way I'm letting his son freeze to death."

Peter knew it was pointless to argue so he waited patiently as Bucky threw on a coat over his sweatshirt and put on his boots. "Let's go."

Peter climbed into the front seat, trying to hide the smile on his face as Bucky continuously honked at cars. Peter explained, "Uncle Bucky, it's a red light." It was his turn to sheepishly smile, "Right. Thanks, kiddo."

They got to school with ten minutes to spare. Bucky put his flesh hand on Peter's shoulder, telling him in a no-nonsense tone, "Now you have fun today squirt. Anyone bothers you, gives you a wrong look, you send them my way. Winter Soldier style."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Uncle Bucky!"

Bucky smiled playfully shoving Peter out of the car, "Alright kiddo. Have fun. I'll pick you up, don't even think of walking home. Or no pancakes."

Peter mocked a salute, "Yes sir."

Bucky ruffled Peter's hair urging him on, "Go, have fun!"

A/N: But did he though? Check the next chapter to see!